Shad We Are The Ones (reservoir Poetry)
:Yeah, yeah, check it.
Love, I get so lost
Lost as Mathew Fox/
Sad dude in a bad mood rising/
Bad mood, feelin' down
Bad music/
Call him in Neptunes/
'Seein' Sounds'/
Down like a running back grabbed my tounsils/
Got red drippin' on my new sneaks/
Slipped on my two feet/
Toes in the air
I'm livin' on a nude beach/
And everybody here's on a two peice/
While my souls bare/
"Boobies"/
Spelled on a calculater/
True School rapper with middle school humor/
Old School like Will Ferrel with no school tutorel/
'It's not a tumor'/
That was a flat out rumor/
My head never swelled/
But you assume the ballooned/
Mindstate will inflate into Myspace/
At a high rate/
It makes me irrate/
But Moduel is lunor/
And he's a tune up/
Makes it hard to drive straight/
Imagining gravity/
Defian havin' it thought/
Of it parked sideways/
In my driveways/
So that I know every four or five days/
The other two have slipped up, ablaze/
I gotta listen to the rest...
