Big Brother

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
my brother has always brought me pain. recently, he brought the past all up again and it was completely disrespectful to all those involved. therefore, i decided to write this piece as a response with the influence of hip hop, the thing that connects me and him most.

Submitted: December 30, 2019

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Submitted: December 30, 2019

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I was gonna spit a dumb rhyme,
Blind drunk without a punchline,
At the bar with loose bars,
Stinkin' like skunks at the time,
But I tightened 'em 'n' put on titan '
'em,
To set my bars on fire,
Like sambuca to influence ya,
Goin' as far as preachin' a choir,
With the kill shot I Ill got,
While reachin' with a hate I acquire,
From the kitchen red in the face,
Raged with a mind caged,
'n' put that bitchin' in its place,
With a pan ready to damn,
Like my next vicitim in a flash,
While shovin' food in the oven,
'fore it's bitten like a gash,
Okay okay sorry mum ockay cockay,
Said I've been taught to hate,
But today is child's play,
With all I've thought of late,
Is just confusion and illusion,
'Cus a hitman coulda murdered him,
So is that an acceptable fable?,
Or shit man that I worded it grim?,
I don't know, you know?,
But I'm growing up into adolescence,
Like my bro Benjamin button jammin',
And flowin' as if it's my essence,
Along with the truth in full proof,
In an air tight liquor bottle,
I'm strugglin' to open 'n' I'm hopin',
You'll lick the shot like that motto,
I hear yer as gangsta as fiddys wanksta,
Pocketing loose change like ja rule,
Who needed law 'n' order ter condemn disorder,
'Cus yer 'bout as deranged as that fool,
Nick Cannon who canna fathom,
The cult of shady hittin' him up like 2pac,
Once we effed him in the a 'n' left,
Him shittin' on a blue sack,
'Fore he's soothed with an ice cube,
After gettin' fucked with no Vaseline,
But jay-z had a hard knock life, locked in strife,
So yer as knocked off as a rip off,
At the Sunday market with no price tag,
"Brainwashed from rock and rap"
"What shot ya"

 


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