Welcome, welcome, welcome, everybody to the is a my ex-a-slawn poetry slam.

Posted by your main man, be unstoppable bloodbath.

So this Sunday, as we advertised for multiple weeks now, we did a pretty good job at letting y'all know in advance.

We was doing this.

I know sometimes we were a little behind, but this time I said, nah, the screeches need to know that y'all got barred.

Yeah, y'all got barred yeah y'all got bar so all the guys they went home they got they pulled them together they got three separate poems they went home

they wrote them and there's going to be a competition format okay competition we got the first round is going to be about nature the second is going to be

about their favorite like song lyric where it means to them the third one is going to be about their

favorite food or just food in general we like leave stuff vague but they already wrote them

and y'all are going to decide who moves on you're going to going to be like, okay, this poem is amazing. You got to keep it going to go on. That's up to y'all. We're going to make polls and everything. It's going to be lit. But before we get through the work of the guys, we got a special guest. We got a dope knife here. Dope Knife is a rapper from Savannah, Georgia.

He got his album coming out in November,

and his single dropping on September 9th.

Dope Knife came by to give us a sneak preview of his board.

So Dope Knife, take us away.

Yo, fasten your belt, a water ride from caps when they melt.

I put the gap back on the shelf before you clap at yourself. Now the gap in the wealth came to frame it for you, paint a picture on you. Then I warn you, if you listen all through that I didn't force you. Of course you're not alone, satellite, Obama's drones, agents at your mama's home, taping while you want a phone, like a whiny kid for shiny shit, begging buy it for them, find a forum, don't be undergized by other guys the quorum. You hear it? That's the sound of an inner city. The air is giving cancer benign and in your titty. They sit in pretty, fixing committees to oversee your ovaries. Then, of course, for intercourse, they told you how we're supposed to be. And it be the same shit overseas.

Everybody's doing drugs so their brains cooked over ease.

Nobody seems to shrug by how strange they motives seem.

We all toad and their games get no reprieve.

No one seems willing to retort.

Fracking got your tap stream like the human torch. Schools don't get the backing. Funds were lacking. Now kids doing snort. Bills that they were masking. They were passing that shit through the courts. But we don't make the type of noise for that the way we do with sports. Who'd have thought had computer ports. Snatch a data raw. Guess it's time to party like it's 1984. Take the cure. I ain't scared

of goons and goons. I'm scared of strange fumes with toxins and cage rooms I'm boxed in and

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