Don’t mistake meek for weak
or mistake silent for quiet
or mistake my intent for luck
Cuz, I’ll give a whole new meaning
to the term mindfuck
and I’m just gettin’ warmed up
ask La Columbiana Guapa, without any drama
or those black cats I’ll call ’em two goats
then ask Cuddles what she knows
Ya, I’ll drop the “tiger” if you want it
It hogs a lot of material, that 36 grit
And about that photo the rock was in
you’re right, Ms. Wife, without the knife, they could’ve been twins
you’ll be findin’ that with the Queen of Diamonds
There’s a Dime, a King, the Jack of Hearts and me
I’m Big A, and you’ll see we’re rollin’ that BDE
And cousin, now that you know it’s true
Do ya think the world is ready for 1-oh-2?
For everyone that screams about proof
Ladies, just sing about the Groove
if that’s not enough for you fools
Ms. Goings you didn’t get played
just tell Bert that’s what he gets for drinking the kool-aid
if you wanna call me out, don’t give it much thought
if you wanna call me out, call me Prof
Remember, not everyone who stumbles and falls
are forever lost
If that’s too much or too funky
Pronounce it with an Umpty
And if you wanna know who I am and what I’ll be,
C’mon y’all, say it with me
because with great power, there must always be
Great responsibility
and a fuckin’ Jedi Knight like me.
Category Archives: Poetry
Shadow of the Eagle
There’s a lot of men out there fighting against peace
Some are privately military, some are politicians and some green
Pushing people with lies so they can look strong and mean
But they’ve neither heard nor seen
hide or hair of thundering boots in combat fatigues
Nor the screaming vengeance of those blue wings
Nor a Carrier Group and the dreaded Ping
Nor Mother Green and her fightin’ machine
And you don’t want to, believe me
so, you little men, bring on the pain
Greatest Fighting Force Ever .
Say their fuckin’ name….
Lady Liberty isn’t a statue, or a meme
She’s the daughter of Freedom and Sacrifice
Raised in Revolution and Honored in History
she’s also a niece, revered family
Liberty is a piece of every woman and man
And the Godfather of Liberty is her Uncle Sam
so, Fuck Around and Find Out, if you can
But I’m asking ya, don’t give us a reason to ride
They’re good with the steel, they can really grind meat
Their job is to regulate and make people unalive
They’re good at it too, they earn their keep.
If they can’t defend us they will certainly avenge us
From the first woman to the last man,
first contact with the enemy or the last stand,
We don’t have to be told, we already understand.
Big stick, rattling sword and hidden hand
When it’s all said and done, we will raise our flag.
Family of Mine
My Father loved my mother dearly
cautiously showing us how to live fearlessly
and the daily livin’
of my mother’s vision
a promised life together, a Family
My brother was my mother’s first Greatest Love
her first taste of being a mother
he was and is a trailblazer
A great but reluctant leader
She always said she re-raised her big brother
My sister was my mother’s Pride
a little Queen with a big fire inside
she would be so proud to see
she raised the woman she wanted to be
A great mother who will fight or die by your side
I was my mother’s Hope, her Little Prince yet to be
despite the hurt, what I learned, changed that, see
Her hoped-for future
Imperfectly sutured
Now, there’s something else I’ve become
I am my mother’s Vengeance
and I am her greatest weapon
BURIED
A fucking know-it-all?
I prefer the term Sexual Intellectual
you might wanna think twice before you do battle
with this blue-eyed white boy from Seattle
You stylized, sphincter-sucking sycophants
I’ll bury bitches in layered linguistics
and alluvial alliteration like I said, I meant
A fossil on the beach, a washed-up has-been?
Remember these things come in threes
You claim your attacks are some kind of help
that kind of dumb makes me repeat myself
because my verses are like icebergs
in that the part that goes deep is the part you can’t see
and it ain’t the only thing like that about me
lookup what I say so you can feel the rub glacially
only show the world the parts that are outstanding
inside so hot and cold you could pass for Icelandic
You’re just bubbling crude like ancient trees
And if you dig deeper to come back for more
I hope you can handle being dismantled
No one can stand ya, blood boils like magma
A major deterrent, swapping undercurrents
Hit something solid against your volatile
I’ll rock you right to your core!
I’m the Subliminal Slayer, built layer-by-layer
Compressed impressions designed by me
here endeth the lesson in G-Holla-G.
Don’t come back lookin’ for trouble
Tectonic plates, like your face, are buckled
I’ll take you down on the double
It’s gonna hurt when I hit you with the Earth
Stay down kid, I still got the shovel.