Vic One - The Best in the City (Freestyle)
June 11, 2011
The Best in The City (Poetry....The Warmup)
*Freestyle/Keystyle*
You are now Rockin wit the Best..The Very Best in this City
No Questions asked...Hands Down.....UNO!
HaHA...tHIS is The Warmup...get ready 4 war....my enemies dont stand a chance...for the Lord is wit me.....oNE!
We the best in the City
Bomb atomically like Wu-Tang wit High Philosophy
Triumpantly, untouchably, unbelievable intensity
Powerfully..wit Energy,
Explosive Electricty
Poetry is Lovely,
The Flows are Extacy (yeeahh)
I rock wit the BEST in the City, (The 520 Boyz??) Exactly!
you want Beef??
we'll chop it up, Fry it up, mix wit Spegghatii's (ha!)
Ya n*ggaz are like bitches..u pretty (pretty ugly)
We The Movement, We The Best, We the Kings and Presidents,
We your Brother, We the Suns, We ur Voice and Residents
You wanna hate us? cant embrace us? you cant accept that We The best?
you wanna battle
You wanna face us?..Like Perseus off wit ur Head! (Madusa!)
Never Fear FACING defeat, cuz im HEADED to Promise Land
Producing Fruit for our seeds, So when im Gone, i know their Fed..oNE!
Peace and Love..Im Signing off..
Vic-One....The-Era-Continues!
A poet is a little like a photographer who shoots a subject from an unexpected angle. Even when its subject has been written about many times (how many new subjects are there?), poetry invites you to consider it from a new perspective. The language a good poem uses is similarly fresh, surprising, memorable—a flavor that lingers on the tongue.
Alice Schertle. A Lucky Thing. Harcourt, 1999. I Am The Cat. HarperCollins/
*Freestyle/Keystyle*
You are now Rockin wit the Best..The Very Best in this City
No Questions asked...Hands Down.....UNO!
HaHA...tHIS is The Warmup...get ready 4 war....my enemies dont stand a chance...for the Lord is wit me.....oNE!
We the best in the City
Bomb atomically like Wu-Tang wit High Philosophy
Triumpantly, untouchably, unbelievable intensity
Powerfully..wit Energy,
Explosive Electricty
Poetry is Lovely,
The Flows are Extacy (yeeahh)
I rock wit the BEST in the City, (The 520 Boyz??) Exactly!
you want Beef??
we'll chop it up, Fry it up, mix wit Spegghatii's (ha!)
Ya n*ggaz are like bitches..u pretty (pretty ugly)
We The Movement, We The Best, We the Kings and Presidents,
We your Brother, We the Suns, We ur Voice and Residents
You wanna hate us? cant embrace us? you cant accept that We The best?
you wanna battle
You wanna face us?..Like Perseus off wit ur Head! (Madusa!)
Never Fear FACING defeat, cuz im HEADED to Promise Land
Producing Fruit for our seeds, So when im Gone, i know their Fed..oNE!
Peace and Love..Im Signing off..
Vic-One....The-Era-Continues!
A poet is a little like a photographer who shoots a subject from an unexpected angle. Even when its subject has been written about many times (how many new subjects are there?), poetry invites you to consider it from a new perspective. The language a good poem uses is similarly fresh, surprising, memorable—a flavor that lingers on the tongue.
Alice Schertle. A Lucky Thing. Harcourt, 1999. I Am The Cat. HarperCollins/
Posted by Victor Casillas. Posted In : Freestyle
