Mirrah

I AM HIPHOP 

KNOW THIS …I AM HIPHOP;
MY BODY;
CONSISTS OF LETTERS
TO CREATE WORDS
WHICH MAKE SENTENCES
THAT STATE A MESSAGE
INTRODUCING
MY THOUGHTS;

THRU POEM OR SONG
SENSUAL OR ROUGH PIECES OF WORK
I LOOK OVER EACH PART TO BECOME BETTER
AS SOME WORDS NEED TO BE EXERCISED
TO REALLY STAY APPEALING

I HEAR COMMENTS THAT DISAGREE

EXPRESSING GURL, ‘BODY’ IS TIGHT
BUT AS A WOMAN
MY ‘BODY’ REFLECTS MY TEMPLE
AND MY TEMPLE NEEDS TO GIVE OFF THE CORRECT MESSAGE

(c) MIRRAH

Karma

For every event that occurs, there will follow another,
Its existence was caused by the first act my dear brother
Be it pleasant or unpleasant it will show up with or without sound,
So you see what went up, must soon come tumbling down,
Such conscious does feed the mental hidden inner curse,
But soon nature will show up you your ways in reverse.
It’s the law baby,
The laws of cause and effect,
Your actions,spin actions,
Which creates consequence.

Karma lyrics by MIRRAH ©

ODE TO HIPHOP

I AM SO PROUD OF THIS RHYME I WROTE IT WITH FULL PASSION!!

“ARE WE TO GROW OLD?
WITH CALM CONFUSION IN HEAD?
SHOULD YOU BE ORGANIZIN’ STRUCTURE
SO YA LIFES NOT IN THREAT?
CUZ SOME BE DRINKIN’ BREWS
SMOKIN’ BLUNTS TILL DEY DEATH
NAH MAN!
I CUT THAT OUT MADE ME PARANOIA INSTEAD

DECIDED TO SIT WITH 4 SPEAKAS
FOR MIND TO REST
FEELIN’ THERE TEEZIN’ TWEEZERS
BEING LIKE MALE STRIPPERS TANTALIZING’ MA EARS
I’M A BASS MELODIC FREAKER
HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS

FEELIN THE PULSE WHICH RUSH SPINE NECK AND EARS
RAPPERS DELIGHT PLEASURES RHYMES WITH NO FEARS
DANCERS CONNECT WIV OWN DANCE MOVES APPEARS
ARE YA TROUBLES GONE AMONGST THIS ATMOSPHERE?

WHAT A FEELIN’ TO DROP
WHEN ALL NEGATIVE STOPS
WHEN GREY MATTER DOES ROT
NOW YOU HIP TO MA HOP
LET ALL POSITIVES ROCK
MA CONGREGATION BE ALL DAT
FORCES UNLOCK
ALL HUMANS BE ON THAT

WORDS BREATH
BE MOVIN’
500 CUBITS
SPREADIN’ AS IF LIKE SMOKE WHEN IT BE FUMIN’
MA VOCAL PROFILE, BREATH IN FLOW STYLE MOVIN INVISIBLY 6TH OF ONE MILE
UNLEASH NOT THE BEAST BUT THE BLESSED
EMCEES REFLECT WITH REAL ZEST IMPRESS
CONFESS NOT THRU NO PEEP HOLE
BUT TO REAL HIPHOP PEOPLE
JUST KNOW WHAT YOU REEP
BE ALL WHAT YOU DO SOOOOOOOOO

I’M OUT FOR GETTIN’ MINES AMONGST MASCULINES
ONLY A FEW REPRESENT
MOST SELL ASS NOT DER HEADS
KNOWLEDGE PLEASE EXTEND
BE THE QUEEN LATIFA BRED
BE DAT BONE DAT PROTECTS WITH STRENGTH
YET DELICATE

WHAT A FEELIN’ TO DROP
WHEN ALL NEGATIVE STOPS
WHEN GREY MATTER DOES ROT
NOW YOU HIP TO MA HOP
LET ALL POSITIVES ROCK
MA CONGREGATION BE ALL DAT
FORCES UNLOCK
ALL HUMANS BE ON THAT

EMCEES, BREAKERS & DJERS
ARE BEING ABUSED LIKE FAKE MONEY SHAKERS
FAKERS GOT GAME
GAININ’ YOU STATUS SURREAL FAME
REMEMBER YA AIM WAS REAL LOVE SO NEVER SHAME
WHY SELL OUT
PUT HIPHOP ALL IN DOUBT
SETTIN’ THE MOODS WORLD WIDE PATH WRONG ROUTES
PEEPS FILLIN CITIES & TOWNS WITH FAST FOOD THOUGHTS AROUND
MANY CLOWNS LIKE RONALD & JACK FOUND
DELIVER WITH FACTS FOR CROWDS TO APPLAUD OR ELSE HIT THE ROAD TRY AGAIN CONTROL
THIS GAME BE LIKE CHESS
TIC TAC TOE!!!!!!!
CHECK MATE
3 STRIKES WOH
REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS
INTIMIDATE FOLKS
SOME MINDS DO RELATE
BUT EDUCATE MOST

WHAT A FEELIN’ TO DROP
WHEN ALL NEGATIVE STOPS
WHEN GREY MATTER DOES ROT
NOW YOU HIP TO MA HOP
LET ALL POSITIVES ROCK
MA CONGREGATION BE ALL DAT
FORCES UNLOCK
ALL HUMANS BE ON THAT”

MIRRAH(C)

POETRY CIPHER: LETS GO!

I’MA CAST OUT A CIPHER,
NOT PON A MIC TO RECORD
BUT FOR ALL TO READ AND WRITE YA,
MEANS TO ALL ABROAD,

SHOW WHAT CHALL GOT,
SHARE YA SEEDS OF THOUGHTS,
HAVE OUR SOULS NURTURED LIKE SOIL,
FOR US TO GROW OUT OUR POTS,

PROJECTS, HOODS, LETS STOP ALL THE IGNORANCE
CUZ WE EACH A FLOWER TO BLOSSOM
ESCAPE THE MENTAL PRISON GATES

WASTE NOT,
WHAT NOT,
THE FERTILIZER GIVEN,
KNOWLEDGE IS SO CLOSE
YET SOME MIX WITH THE BULLSHIT-IZMS

SOME CREWS ALWAYS HAVING GUYS ROUND,
LIKE ‘FLYS’ BUZZING IN THEIR EAR,
THROWING EGO LINES AND EGO RHYMES
DEY END UP REGURGITATING THEIR MAN-NUER,

PRESERVE SELF FROM THOSE ‘FLY’ PEEPS
YO SPIN DAT CACOON
CUZ WHEN YOU
DO EVENTUALLY COME OUT
YOU’LL BE ‘BUTTER’ ‘FLY’ AND SWOON!

YOUR FLIGHT WILL BE COLORFUL,
AND THE MAGGOTS YEAH,
THEY’RE WOVEN WITH JEALOUSY
THEIR LOOK IS ALL SICKENING,
TOGETHER THEY LOOK MENACING…

YET YOU JUST STARE TO YOUR DESTINATION AND BE AWARE TO SURVIVE
YO YOUR GOAL IS, SO DELICATE LIKE YA WINGS, BUT IN FLIGHT… (C) MIRRAH

MAKE YOU YOUR DREAM YALL!!

HOLLYWOOD OR BUST

Its 9 sumthin’ in the PM,
And passin’ cars movin’ & churnin’ with their inner frustrations,
I choose,
NOT there destination,
I………………!
Exit…
‘Highhhhhhhhhhhhlands’….

Over a bridge & down a slight hill,
I’m in cruise control, acknowledging my goal & will,
To NOT be Stuck nor sucked in by any negative souls
I feel the streets pulse of “HOL-LYWOOOOOOD!!!!”

Damnnn theres the ‘Hollywood Bowl’.
Now cars in three lanes,
Each impatiently waitin’ for the red to turn green,
A jay walkers dream, to allow them to think they can stream & walk to their means,

SCREEEEEEEECHHHHHH! BEEEEEEEEEP!

It’s heard in the streets
Each Driver deliverin’ their own way to say; “What the F*(k are you doin’??????”
Adds to the sound makin’ it so complete

A car loose like a cannon, to damage & harm
Their one of those ride or die drivers that fly, swoop & swarm
Startling pediatricians,
And other patrons of the road.

Oh Lord….How did I get stuck? ( just my luck)

As negativity stalks & takes it’s toll
Like a virus it enters
No Sense of its download…

Crowded Streets appear
Brighter lights, honking horns are heard from ahead & rear
Such attractions surround its HYPE
Which distract with action of its poor & strife;

As homeless walk, chatter to selves;
Their alter ego stalks,
Asking for loose change but, need change to rearrange,
It’s such a shame the spare ’sense’ given is only a hand full of 5, 10, pennies or quarters.

The crowded space upon Hollywoods stars,
Deface the grace,
In which the names were awarded;

Tourist gawk, then walk towards theaters,
Then fit their hands in the past times of past lives of recognized figures.

Minutes pass as if they were seconds,
Days are clashed & forget they are mentioned,

Like a whirlwind it churns,
Jumbling minds with discerns,
Aspirations go to bust,
Lack of relations cause to lust,
WOW!
The City of Lost Angels,
Made up of all the extremes & so far from mediocrity,
HOL-LYWOOD OR BUST!
(c) MIRRAH