Dimebag from Sierra Leone

Rhyming from Sierra Leone

Crying when I heard the ring tone

We are on our own

Waiting for Sierra Leone to phone 

Bones claiming King now it’s on

I’m that already

Let it be known

The bed is the throne

So cum put the helmet on,

Shit is titanium brilliant

Get a trillion quids

Bribe a trillion squids

We’re better at this

US rappers using English Language?

There’s little subtlety and less self effacement

Li’l Uzi, whoever makes your beats is bent

What do u call it, new rap?

Well it is new but it ain’t that

Intelligent Rap

We can do that

The source of this ain’t on no coast 

Though it is South Central

To the County

To the what?

Just like States

Why not debate the disunited state of America

With beautiful Marika 

This form of rhyming is called Street

Intellectual Street Hop ish

With your host Kool Larry Fly

We’re high but we didn’t get high

Higher dimensions, the source is nearby

Shit is funny of course,

Like Bond Bond saying his name in an airport

There ain’t no lines of powder to snort

Snout Barclay Chesterton the Lyrical

Wilberforce Tulip the Pimp

An Amputated foot, so I limp with a limp when I limp, kid


The most iried up motherfucker of all, Keith

The best who ever did it, to relief

I’m cool like a keish 

Real men don’t eat it

Know what I’m sayin’

Prayers are work in’

Not relying on blind faith

Maybe ask David Blunkett

An honourary MP be me

Me invent me own party, see


Sexy sexy sexy

We need money, money, money

Capitalism is a butty, butty, butty 🥪 

And I’m ready, ready, ready

Commander on a Commodore sixty four

Well sixty four kings to play

If u want to parlay, partner.

U wanna battle then choose sixty four queens, my Queen

True Majesty, you are truly Majestic

Invented new chess but there’s nobody to build it

Better order 128 chess sets 😻

Safe, with the lyrical

Make you feel safe?

Well, making love to a beautiful woman is like blagging one 

Sensitive, use your fingers, caress, but keep a shotgun

If the filth come

Rasta men don’t love no lawman

Blast ‘em with a weapon

Gauss Gun Somalian Pain Distribution

Shit is Jamaican in origin.

An Emperor belittling your Private

Author: Roger Francis AKA rog@littleandromeda.com Android

Musician, Artist, Writer. Telepath. Psychic. Schizophrenic. Auteur. Cat Lover. Cheap, Seedy Quality. Undiagnosed For The Truest State. Happy. Free. Poor. Weird. Eccentric. Single. R. That’s R Hippy, in a PICU

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