CAC Spittin Bars In 1931
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DeuceCypherUno
knowledge God
This thread is gold lmao
Tony D'Amato
It's all about the inches
What he say bout the South of France? Camel stole his rhymes too 
HarlemRiverDrive
Rated X by an all white jury.
dem bars serious tho!
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"Birds turn their heads as she approches//
Stare from the bushes at her black face coaches//"
his bytch shytting on them hoes got the black coach bags and everything damn
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"in the farm she passes no one wakes//
but her junk in the bedroom gently shakes//"
lady in dem streets but a freak in the bed
rapgenius?
This shyt looks like a mixtape coverHere he is writing bars with a joint in his mouth
W.H Auden
"Vol. 3...Life and Times of WH Auden"
"Kush and Moonshine"
I heard he got Langston Hughes on it 
yall cacs stay exposing yourselves. Yall would love for this shyt to be true. I can't wait for the Gawker post of crackers claiming rap cause some CAC read a poem about trains
I
This is the night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
The gradient's against her, but she's on time.
Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
Snorting noisily as she passes
Silent miles of wind-bent grasses.
Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
Stare from bushes at her blank-faced coaches.
Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;
They slumber on with paws across.
In the farm she passes no one wakes,
But a jug in a bedroom gently shakes.
II
Dawn freshens, Her climb is done.
Down towards Glasgow she descends,
Towards the steam tugs yelping down a glade of cranes
Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
All Scotland waits for her:
In dark glens, beside pale-green lochs
Men long for news.
III
Letters of thanks, letters from banks,
Letters of joy from girl and boy,
Receipted bills and invitations
To inspect new stock or to visit relations,
And applications for situations,
And timid lovers' declarations,
And gossip, gossip from all the nations,
News circumstantial, news financial,
Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in,
Letters with faces scrawled on the margin,
Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts,
Letters to Scotland from the South of France,
Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
Written on paper of every hue,
The pink, the violet, the white and the blue,
The chatty, the catty, the boring, the adoring,
The cold and official and the heart's outpouring,
Clever, stupid, short and long,
The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong.
IV
Thousands are still asleep,
Dreaming of terrifying monsters
Or of friendly tea beside the band in Cranston's or Crawford's:
Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
They continue their dreams,
But shall wake soon and hope for letters,
And none will hear the postman's knock
Without a quickening of the heart,
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
havoc
Superstar
Nikka calm your ass down.yall cacs stay exposing yourselves. Yall would love for this shyt to be true. I can't wait for the Gawker post of crackers claiming rap cause some CAC read a poem about trains
We are joking in this thread. You are expressing your true bytchness like a scornful woman. This thread isn't serious for you to get rile up. If you don't like what you in see this place, then you need to get out this muthafukka and take your skirt with you 
SpacelySprockets
Veteran
fukking rafters bound
Nikka calm your ass down.
don't call me no nikka you fukkin crackeryall cacs stay exposing yourselves. Yall would love for this shyt to be true. I can't wait for the Gawker post of crackers claiming rap cause some CAC read a poem about trains
You're the only person in here taking this shyt serious. My dudes here crying cuz he found out hip hop didn't start in the BX, lol. How you gonna be mad at some foreign dude spittin shyt like 80 years ago? If you can find audio with something older that is remotely close to the hip hop culture then share it. We can all say that Africans were the first to start rhythmatic patterns or were even flowin hundreds of years ago, but if I haven't seen or heard it, it's fukkin bullshyt.
I told yall these fukking CACs man, they trying to make this into a thing. fukk outta here
