In the Mix, by Poet Angela Brown
It’s going down, throwing down
I’m coming fast, feeling hard, for what it’s worth
I’m talking trash, moving left to right back at your ass
I don’t procrastinate, Words fascinate hard at you words I flow
Keeping one eye open, don’t wink I’m gone
U feeling me, Holden it down, hating my flow
Telling me, coming, flowing, following the flow
I’m fresh, I digress, I express
Liken it, killing it, expelling skills, analyze this -
Live against ills, I dispel words with sex appeal
I’m hitting it, missing it, ditching it, I’m throwing down
Lyrically in admission, dissention, and remission
I reminisce at the rhymes you aren’t used to
Words are coming at you, I might do you
I’m flexing death tunes, your grooving my expression
I’m not confessing, it’s my profession, words digressing
Words so fresh, its depth, words with fines, I express
Killing words as I expel death sound, I’m the best, it’s going down
Rappers analyze this, the words I spit, spill hard core rap, I’m killing this
Records spinning, words spilling, dice spinning
At the drop of a pen, I spit out rhymes so fly, I don’t lie
And I ain’t denying the words flowing are throwing hard, I’m blowing
As I progressing, I am not digressing, I’m accessing
I’m out