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Poetic Renegades PLC an P.O.P.
Preditions Love Child and Poet of Pain presents:
Poetic Renegades
Poetry’s Renegades
PLC
Imma new age Renegade
teaming up with the POP of the page
to keep you engaged to our poetic rage
killin ya'll off with a whiff of this anthrax hidden in words and covering syntax
I keep pussy ass poets turning in draws for bras
hotness got me feeling myself
like my name was T-Boz
I didn't break them, I slaughtered the laws
got away with murder on the PLC clause
got so many gifts bitches call me Santa Claus
like Selah I make you take pause
while I rearrange you like you was my pawns
I could spit the alphabet and get a round of applause
and standing claps
forget finger snaps
nigga I want you to snap
shit that was the original plan
you ain't the little engine so stop thinking you can
shit POP is the man with the plan
so I put my hand in the hand of the man
and let my mind expand
as he took my thought to new levels
now everything
I spit is diamonds so I guess I spit bezzles
forget this shit I'm a rebel
P.O.P.
This is a re- bel- l ion Show em this hell that we on
Hidden shine like sierra lionne
Me and my Bella in arms
She harms those pawns and misinformed foes
Thugs and porn hoes
My chic is adorned with flows
We ain’t alarmed by ya dough
Cuz ya yeast is infected
Waiting for us to bless it
Our verses is our treasure
Pleasure is our pain
But pain they like it better
Dominate this maaa f**kaaa
Like we in whips and leather
I feel something brewing
A rise of P.O.P.
And that killer PLC
Who is iller than me?
Or Her, him and them
Or the BPC?
We're salt for sores
Competition is kids, we're chores
Minds are eggs, we the spores
They the system, we the war
Giving it raw keep em on all fours
Smack up pimps and give Cadillacs to whores
Yo why are you still here? Oh you love taking the brunt?
We can both murder any dude
And still wetten any... whoaa
PLC
Imma Renegade
sent to assuage
generations of pain
it took nine months of gestation for me to come of age
now they wade in my water
for me to trouble the page, as I spit prophecies like a new age sage
Yeshua's daughter, I'm stuntin like my father
I'm gonna save my people even as they lead me to slaughter
Imma let this little light shine bright, inhale the blessings
that's my birthright
then spit the gospel (truth)
with the passion of the Christ
I've out grown the sold out stage
where I sold out just to hear my name said in praise
thought I had game but I ended up played
when I put my living in vain
now I spit from the midst of my sanity and rhyme insane
my brains raising Cain
as I spill food for thought, so the starving can be sustained
throw messages out like pin less grenades
break away from the fool chains
to become a loner and a renegade
P.O.P.
I am a poetic renegade trying to find a better way
Marching with my generay bout to start a letter raid
Bout to blaze through these end of days
These pens will engrave
Like rocks to pond ripples
Like water we cause wades
They caught up under these waves
They drowned in these ink graves
Pages you will witness these pro- lific pariahs
We bleed for the slaves, so flow wit the messiahs
Try us... devil's a liar who constantly tries to buy us
Bond us up and ties us in lakes they want fry us
But the word I drink like gasoline
engulf hell with heavens fire
Admired and revered for enlightening our peers
The deaf got new ears the blind's
Cataracts was there fear
My tears spill like a fountain
Quills have moved many mountains
Got my peoples under steeples
Lift their hands up high... they shouting
Yo the haters stay doubting, we leading
So Just follow, pour out the bottle
For the dead, yeah ya heard what I said?
PLC does the cutting
But P.O.P already bled
Sacrifice through song, the complexity is simply
Resurrecting and ascending us
Leaving our crosses empty
Assembling and army
Of snipers that won't miss
Poets diapers are filled with much sheeet
We taking over this beeetch.
2007 PLC AND P.O.P.
R.I.P. PLC!!!!!
