No Glory! (Ft. Wayne RepNificent & Sharonlee)

so wayne tolled me he wanted to try and do a blind rap, where he and i spat a riff, then let somone get their hands on it and add their own heart into the mix. hope you guys like this one :0

No Glory! (Ft. Wayne RepNificent & Sharonlee)

(Introduction by Wayne RepNificent)

We flow like a river,

Clean, graceful, magnificent.

Hello we be S.B. and your boy, RepNificent.

We here to f**k you

In your ear hole.

Spit a smooth rhyme,

Like a woman on a stripper pole.

You may hate us individually,

But you love us as a whole.

Our rhymes touch you heart to soul,

Make you lose control.

I see that look in his eye,

He digs this s**t like a mole.

I told I want one rhyme without him mentioning his hoe.

He say she his inspiration, she is significant.

So homie peace out, I RepNificent!

(Part I S.B.)

Yo,

You may think this s**t irrelevant,

I got hooked to this rap game by this kid, RepNificent.

You can try to tell me, who you want me to be,

F**k you mother f****r I am S.B.!

Spitti’n this rhyme for those who’ve forgotten,

So let me spin it to ya, smooth like silk cotton.

Pain riddled body, pills f**k up my head,

Pissed off some days can’t even get out of bed.

B***h better run when I rise,

Cause ill hunt you down and cause your demise.

I don’t need no disguise, no back hand stage name,

Look into these eyes, and you can see we aint the same.

S**t, feel like I’m a threat?

Oh s**t, there’s the sweat.

Cause I see you bend’ in over for money,

Record labels f****n your game, act like you their honey.

I spit for the love, not for the fame.

I just kind of fell, into the non-profit game.

Go ahead and sit back, this the start of the story,

We fight for the passion! No fame!

(Wayne)No glory!

 

(Pt.II Sharonlee)

Spit it he said, spill your guts

Well I’m tellin’ you all

Life sometimes sucks

Hoovermatic got nothing on me

I’m dug in so deep no one can see

I done a lot, man years have passed

And all I get is a kicking’ in the a*s,

I done it right, I done it wrong

But there aint no one listening’ to my song

The words pour out of poor little me

Fucked up good by destiny.

See this face?

It’s my face see…?

It tells a story of what use to be

You gonna say I’m telling lies

nah man it’s you who aint livin life,

You think you’r life been a curse

shiiiit man, you aint read my verse

I can spit it with the rest

Now come n spill it with the best!

 

Author's Note

all credit goes to Wayne, Kayla and Sharonlee, Kaylaq heard me rapping and said i should keep doing it, and Wayne is mentoring me and teaching me how to rap. Sharonlee is from a WC sister sight called Apollo Blessed.com and she is an old school poet who shows here that she has some new tricks up her sleeve, give her AB page a shout out!http://apolloblessed.ning.com/profile/SharonLeeGoodhand
im trying to get Wayne to make a WC account cuz he has some original work that is bad ass. hope you all like it.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You did well with the rap. A lot of good talent could be read in this poem. I like how you separated the three paragraphs and create a interesting poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote