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letra de mohamed said - humble the poet

[verse 1: humble]
flood the city like the levees broke
spoke heavy till my tongues a sweaty soak
we ready folks, you ‘ready know
that a petty flow is steady dough
rising crust, chains, fames, lames, make it rain like confetti
throw a show in the snow, ain’t concerning with the weather though
lyrics rubbing beats causing friction for whatever’s spoke
bringing that heat to the street, we be whatever folks
whatever you be smoking or toking, we be that better dope
whatever you be snorting and sniffing, we be that better c0ke
in your nose, the movement grows with every single letter wrote
solidify this period with ink added from feather pokes
spreading that cheddar to the people who be steady broke
reverse racist, whipping a caucasian up with leather ropes
i be that getter go-getter with the wetter flow
and your girl she be loving me like i already met her folks
so we be creeping out in secret like it’s dagger-cloaks
stop bragging yo, your swag’s a joke
you’re lacking flow, go gag and choke
we stays woke (and imma pull out for my people)

[verse 2: sikh knowledge]
they say my name with mad undertones, like ‘sick’ or ‘seek’
they ain’t aspirate the k, like my mama taught me
like they aspirated back in the indus valley
ain’t nothing latin about me
nor roman about this lad like full mast on the ’amistad’
always marginal like my left hand – writes
so when i take mines, i gotta be in my right mind, right?
and since i came up, crossing over in my ‘kevin johnsons’
staring at a crescent-moon in the sky like malcolm
spotting food for my thought in the sky like a falcon
now, my boy narcy’s makin’ bacon
he’s still saying “what up, salaam a’lakem”
it’s the ironies of life
like how sikh’s waffles are a 9 and a half
but sikh’s eco-gaters are meter-half gully creepers
how do i live with the least affect
like a panty sound boi when my sounds in full effect?
and the btu’s off my pecks, be scorching you like the writtens off humble’s desk
or the searing truth, that your home in the west
was built on 7 little vertebrae in african necks
young necks, ahem, colombian necks
it’s enough to make a n– go atheist
but how a n– feel lucky like providence
when jobs don’t turn up the next morning with the rent
and food doesn’t materialize like star trek?
i suck my t–th at the real, and stare up at the sky
it’s like, why?

(selena)
imma pull out for my people
imma pull out for my people
and imma pull out for my people
for my people
and imma pull out for my people

- humble the poet

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