It’s tasty it’s treats,
It’s sweet, it’s me,
Scoop after scoop,
Get yourself a sweet tooth,
Just grin and a spin,
In no time you are the mood,
Sugar in your system,
It’s time to get hyper,
I love all the favors,
Fill up my bowl,
From my younger years,
To the older years.
So gold plated, you were never real,
Diamonds are forever but that’s not the deal,
You can only feel what you are, and never what you not,
Fake, you are just a play toy, no use flopped.
“Secretly I am smart, but play dumb which is smart. There is no immunity that DUMB things won’t happen to SMART people…so why not give people the DUMB things being SMART.” – Jixi
Ask me in person if I am smart or comment to me I am smart, and hear in person the DUMB answer I give…it’s truly a CLASSIC. 🙂
Ring Ring, Knock Knock, let me in, wake your ass up,
Who that trying to creep into my ears, I am sleeping, back to sleep, pillow face plunge,
It’s me, I need you to do me a favor, lend me five dollars, some brown sugar, be my damn taxi,
What? You crazy, good-bye, die, leave me alone rude ass lame, I screamed…GOSH!
I use to go HAM, now I just ball GREAT,
They use all love me off, now they all HATE,
Jixi is a Champion,
You ain’t messing with the levels my hands be on.
Monty Python Bot (Photo credit: Jenn and Tony Bot)
Punching the clock week after week,
Little time to myself, not even time to sleep,
Everyday I have to think of new plots and schemes,
I am not a REAL PERSON, for I am a MACHINE.
PS: I don’t want to be a machine, by the way WORK sucks…:)
These bullies at school tried to punk me for my lunch money,
They must of thought I was a fool and simply a slum dummy,
I reached for my tool, they thought the move was quite funny,
But actually the move was pretty smooth watch how they run from me.
red bikini, blue jeans and a mic in hand (Photo credit: aldask)
Hand me the mic so I can spit a sick verse,
So wild and crazy yet I don’t even need to curse,
With a wicked rhyme scheme that quenches thirst,
Of the thirsty rappers and hip-hop community with blessed ears,
That knows true lyricism and masterful mic skills,
I reach for my pen to bleed ink on these pages,
Of all the pain and struggles I felt keeping from going insane,
It’s a shame my words won’t echo over the ear waves to feed the needy,
But it will surely beat up the block, streets and local open mics,
Who welcome young emcees to stand up and rip the mic,
So as I sit there waiting for my name to be called,
I am breathing heavily thinking on my delivering and growing some balls,
So once I hear my name jumping out the speaker box while crowd looks around,
I shall pour out my heart and be true to who I am as I put it down,
So hand me the mic so I can let loose some bars, a freestyle or a sick cypher,
And make sure my mic is loud because I want the whole world to hear me now.