"i'm an artist & i'm serious bout my shit"
erykah badu - opening to tyrone

amalgamation
of hip-hop, spoken word
funk, jazz & soul
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evolved from a freestylist
to poet, to writer, to an artist
of conceptual imagination
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a lost art, the true essence of
speaking to the masses via emotion & experience
creatively, the soul is feelin it, you gon feel it
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creativity i possess, i burn in
formulating, building & evolving myself as a writer
refusing to be pigeonholed
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w/ these writes of mine, the objective is clear
to inspire, to reflect, to open minds & recently w/ these
seductive pieces, get you & yours open at night
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intellectually gifted, meaning, i refuse to dumb my shit down
hell i admit, my shit can be very comprehensive & is not for everybody
i speak with honest sincerity w/ that one
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having said all of this, no i'm not popular, well respected
not popular, don't really concern myself on who's the g.o.a.t
((furthermore, no one here's a god, the authority, self-proclaimed king))
since many here tend to base their decisions on ###'s & not art
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figured i'd tell you the real on how i feel
pretty much, i've grown a disdain (karma @ work, maybe)
creatively i'm at both a crossroad & an impasse
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feel like i'm prepared to move forward, but never forgetting
that my voice helped propel some form of poetical movement
as an artist, at some point, evolving is necessary
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& right now, i'm simply evolving
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w/ that, if you looking for dis poems
vulgar poetry, gossip, souljah boy writings
straight up fake shit
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then chances are, my ass ain't for you
real poets, push up your human no2's & bics