I see a beat...
this beat is so sexy...so smooth...so freestyle…
And mild wild that gives off satisfaction of
Supreme affection... the native tongue is ethnic
And urban like a legend untold...
a platinum gold that sold billions...
a beat that wakes up underneath the sun that rises at…
6:30 a.m. with moist dew drops on its lips....
That trickles down and falls on its lap...
A beat that doesn't skip like a child playing hopscotch...
But... makes them roll their hips with their fingers between their thighs...
read in between the lines…
I want to freak this beat to swv's I get so weak...
And from the verbiage that I speak I want this beat to freak me...
The passion of this beat makes me think of repeat cause
I hear it over and over again in my mind...
keeping me incline to the inside wits called game...
Making me afraid to claim that wealth called fame...
But puts me at ease under the pressure of mental strain...
And feeds the rest of us knowledge...
this beat is my poetry...
My poetry is me...
And I am that dewdrop that trickles off its lips....
Making ones heart skip 3 times...
At the tone of the lines that I speak....
And this beat that I freak....
Leaving everyone satisfied...
so until next time...all my poets...freak a beat....
Written by Frstladylsm