“Powerhouse” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 18/8/2020

Location

United Kingdom

Okay So I’m An... Old Timer...
Whose A POWERHOUSE Rhymer And TOP NOTCH Rhyme Designer...
So I’m NOT Like These Grimers’... !!!
Or One With One Liners Like Great Battle Rhymers... !!!
Or One Who Now Mumbles...
And Stumbles Like Dumbos With PURE Mumbo Jumbo... !?!
But I AM One Whose Humble And READY To RUMBLE...
With Any Young Rapper Who Thinks That They’re Dapper...
Because of Rhyme Chapters They Run In Their Chatter...
Because I Will BATTER With POWERHOUSE Matter...
These Young Whipper Snappers...
With SUBJECTS That FLATTEN The Nonsense They’re Chatting... !!!
In Things That Now Factor In Rap Being... "Captured"...
And MUMBLED Away By Today’s Hip Hop Strays... !!!
So NO Hip Hop Hooray Just POOR Verse That DISPLAYS...
A World of Wordplay That’s Now FAR From.................. GREAT... !!!
Like Those From The Days When Lyricists BLAZED And TRULY AMAZED... !!!
Through Wordplay They’d Create That Was UNLIKE Todays That’s Mostly Now LAME... !!!
And Gives Proof of Brain Drain That’s... BLATANT And PLAIN...
For REAL Emcees To See... !!!
Whose Wordplay Is REAL And NOT Made For Some Deal... !!!
That Makes Them Church Mouses Instead of Those Grounded...
By STRONG POWERHOUSES Where Words AREN’T Just COUNTED... !!!
And Suitably DROWNED In... Waterless Fountains... !!!
And MOUNTAINS of CRAP... BELIEVE Things Are Like That...
When It Comes To The Rap Brought By POWERLESS Cats... !!!
Whose Chat Is SO WEAK That When I Hear Them Speak...
My Powers INCREASE Like SPIKES In DISEASE... !!!
That NEEDS To DESTROY All The IGNORANT Noise That Simply ANNOYS... !!!
Due To Boys Who LACK Poise...
Who’ll Employ ANYTHING For Their Verse To Get Heard... !!!!!!!
By Those In The Burbs Who Have... POWERHOUSES...
Where Moguls Stay Focussed On Structures Much WEAKER Than Lyrics Once FEATURED...
As Those That Showed POWER To... Lyrical COWARDS... !!!
Like Those Who Now FLOUNDER In... Showers of Powder... !!!
Because They CAN’T Cope With POWERHOUSE Smoke... !!!
That’s NOT Like The Dope That They SHUV Up Their Nose... !!!
It’s Now ALL ONE BIG JOKE Flows Now Deemed To Be COLD...
When They’re Those That SELL SOULS... !!!
To The Lowest of Bidders These INDUSTRY SINNERS...
Whose Houses Are SHROUDED...
In DARKNESS And Hounds In All Kinds of BROKE Mountains... !!!
Where Cowboys Be Mounting Some Horses ABSORBING...
The RUBBISH They’re TOUTING As Being Worth POUNDING...
Through Speakers When WEAKNESS And Lyrics Worth DROWNING... !!!
Are What They Be FLOUTING That CLEARLY AREN’T Founded...
By Feeding Off Writers Who REALLY ARE RHYMERS...
Who Flow WITHOUT DOUBT... Like A Rhyme...

.......... " POWERHOUSE " ..........

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