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And Then There Was Two....Featuring "Tha Poetic Son"
"Tha Poet"
Shots ring out- What is it that I hear?
People throwing shots at Tha Poet out of fear.
I own this shit and I've only been writing a year,
Let me ask a question- How long have you been here?
Most been writing half their life- Well at least longer than me,
But my ability is on a higher level- Somewhere that you will never be.
A place that you will never see- I'm like the eighth wonder of the world,
Because I already got you wondering- How in the world.
Could this kid be so good- He's only in his sophomore year,
But I'm on the Varsity squad- While you sit on the side and cheer.
I ask myself sometimes- Maybe I should be more modest,
I mean, someone COULD be better- Naaa, I'm just being modest.
I see myself as being the hottest- I could outshine the Sun,
Man just call me Jet Li- 'Cuz I am The One.
I'm stuck on myself 'cuz I know that I'm tight,
And untill I get challenged- Imma be in love with Mike.
Confidence is a virtue- Cockiness is an attitude,
Conciet is a flaw- But hey, call me what you want dude.
The criticism I recieve is like a spark to my fire,
Increasing my desire to never, ever retire.
I've only seen one person to ever challenge me in this game,
P-O-E, But I'm sure you already know the name.
I can come at you cocky- Or I can come at you with the truth,
And the truth is- After all the others failed,
...And Then There Was Two...
"Tha Poetic Son"
I feel you man - I know Im cocky too
I'm so cocky, it makes me sick
But everytime I write - I jump back on my dick
Screaming oooooooh POE - Man you the shit
You got a stubborn hand, it does what it pleases
But you cant get mad, it constantly pleases
You know it, cause they all run to read it
The shit so hot, you fuckin reread it... Over and over
Cause you loved the flow... You sit back and say, "damn POE"
Lets do the math, 13 months since your first poetic blast
Yet you're on the top, getting rocks thrown at your ass
You sometimes wonder, has anyone ruled this fast?
Then it hits you... 13 months? - Ha, some don't even last
No wonder you're cocky, in everything you do
Why the fuck not, you're better than them duk
Or him, or her, anyone they know or knew
Basically you're Shakespeare, but times two... Maybe even three
Cause I cant see, nobody close to me... Your closest competition
Is your brother Mikey... And as you can see, he rides with me
I suggest most take heed, pack up and leave
Staying, is like drinking bleach - read this "warning" before you reach
A sip of this flow, sends you where most go... A poetic hell
Stamped - Test failed
Too much desire, so you received blue fire
Mad as hell, praying he retire... Retire?
That's an insult to his manhood - Like asking God, stop doing good
He is the one, which you already knew
But years from now, most will say
"And Then There Was Two"
"Tha Poet"
The two cockiest bastards to ever write a rhyme,
Expressed in each line- As it escapes our mind.
It's hard getting to the top- Even harder to stay there,
People see they can't win- So they don't wanna play fair.
Our individual talent is rare- Put it together and opposing poets beware,
Our poems should come with labels that say "Handle With Care".
Our presence is always felt- We could enter a chat room and people would stare.
Through blood, sweat and tears- Literally fighting through the pain,
We fought through adversity to come and capture this game.
People throwing dirt on our names- The we hit them with blue flames,
Burning flesh off the bone- Lyrics like miracles that flow through our domes.
Me and POE- We're on a different level,
The only way to reach us- Talk to NASA and borrow a space shuttle.
But let's be honest- We're the very epitome of rhymers,
We can kill you with one liners- Or make you sweat like a sauna.
Or turn on the blinders and rid you of your eye sight,
Burning your retinas untill you get your mind right.
We'll quietly send you on your way- So hurry and pack it up,
Got me feeling the like the commercial- Just telling you to "wrap it up"
If this was a competion- Then everyone already knew,
At the end of it all and when all others fail,
...And Then There Was Two...
"Tha Poetic Son"
No no no no - Couldn't be a competion
We're damn good by ourselves, but great together
I guess its true... Birds of a feather, really do flock together
Cause when we're together, you know the poems together
Hell, I cant think of another two that's better
If you know a few, go head, send them threw
We'll send them two back as four - Nicely ask for a few more
To be honest... We're tired of being cocky
The words speak for themselves... Its just fun being cocky
Its a good feeling, feeling you can be touched by nobody
They say there's always someone better - But we've met nobody
We asked at the same time, "Is there anybody"
A chuckle and laugh later - Its back to poetic flavor
We're good like the candy... You know "now and later"
I would've said lays, cause you cant eat just one
But with all this talent, you couldn't "eat" none
I hope yall know, this is really just for fun
A couple rhymes, a couple lines... Something to pass the time
When there's nothing else to do... And everyone know
"And Then There Was Two"
