Poetic, from the Gravediggaz, died of colon cancer on July 15 2001, and was (and still is) one of my favorite emcees to listen to. I don’t see much talk in here about any of his music, so I wanted to ask, what are your favorite verses by him?
Here are some of mine:
“Yo, from the first day, that I burst through the skin of a virgin
I was cursed by sin
A mammal of the sea
Pops named John Samuel Berkeley, out of his nuts came me
True indeed I had soul, even as a tadpole
Grab hold of an egg, just to have a mole
Grew up surrounded by darkness and blood
Swimmin in the cut like Noah in the flood
EH AH AH AH AH!! Drama! Devils attack me inside my MOMMA!
This caused trauma
While I was growin up she was throwin up
It got worse – it’s how I met the doc and the nurse
They took an X-ray, kept it to the next DAY
to figure out the best way to posess ME
Trapped in a pool of impurity
without security, nearly ruined me
No immunity, to the curse yet
I saw the Earth sweatin, as poppa prayed on the church step
in the place where they worship
As the nurse crept I got mad nervous”
“burn baby burn”
“Dangerous Mindz”
“Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you’re too poor to move out
or get a new house, it’s like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You’re trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out, you’re played out, you’re laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you’re lucky that you made out with just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
of Universal Law, I’m callin on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid…..
continued:
…Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I’m ancient as ‘amen’, see I stay Grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing. I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can’t rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
I’m all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes…..
..Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner’s
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey”
it wouldnt let me post the whole verse, so I had to split it up into 3 parts… That verse is sick.
