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My Purpose



My Purpose

One lead to my methods
Is that I like to use metrics, to covert the English language so
platonic
To street wise Ebonics
A war on words;
Which my enemies’ pistols are no match against my missiles
Their skills so unofficial
I see through them like crystal
I speak the truth so no lies are detected
If something sits wrong with you then I shall stand corrected
I prepared a plate full of goals because I expect nothing less
I drink concentration, eat determination
Then later digest success
I'm meant to get the green like an empty ATM machine
For that I kill other's dreams which will conclude in a murder scene
I will always make money so you can keep on betting
But you will never me catch ballin cuz I don't like sweating
When it comes to earning ducats I will not hesitate
Trust in God for heaven's sake
I will just let it rain down on me while I sit back and vegetate

Now I believe I was put on this earth's surface for an intellectual purpose
To bestow knowledge on my peers and ignorant people who may deserve it
I want my words to be thought about in other peoples mind
Have more word wide appeal than the Bible and the Kuran
These are not meaningless papers that I want people to just to read and stand still
These are highly classified documents that I pass like a bill
For the independent, and the infinitive
It goes through my Senate and House of a Representatives
Which is W.A.P., my group that I stand with
I blueprinted this group but our superb skills I didn't plan this
Cuz my work has been around a bit
Rivals try to duplicate, counterfeit
My work is gonna sell in the high decimals and I'm not even gonna think about rounding it

My plan is to convert the non-believers,
The teasers, the skeezers
All air breathers into serious readers
Make everybody use their mental passport
And send them to this lavish resort
They will all hear my scientific way of thinking cuz I break it down like a lab report
My materials which is the notepad that I brought
My hypothesis which shows the rottenness of my train of thought
My purpose which is already self-explanatory through all my work and it's features
My experiment which is diabolical since I use my readers as my experimental creatures
Lab rats that borderline mice
People's thrifty way of not buying books since their worried about the price
My swag which is so undetailed that it cannot be precise
The fact that I'm so fly that all airlines cancelled their flights
Now what other poets do you know that can deliver in 3 stanzas
And make all y'all animals go bananas
A complete mastermind that can put together a all-star group
That can kill poems back to back and never leave any proof
A war is nothing, we can throw away a truce
I'll lead my troops through a lion's den and prove we was the real animals that was let loose
More logical then Dr. Seuss
The most intelligent women I seduce
So all the other meaningless games are no use
Playing checkers in this chess game, proving that your one of the pawn men
Still leaching and acting childish, please what time period was you born in
Also playing with guns, the gang that you wanna be sworn in
Meanwhile Imma be owning the ships that's bring them joins in
So for everybody that feel worthless
And think they got a reason to be nervous
Pick up a book, read my work and understand my purpose

Tylee Martin
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Word Smith

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Submitted on February 24, 2011

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This is Tylee and I want to apologize for my egotistic behavior. Everyone on this site is extremely talented and I don't have the right to say that I'm better than anyone. No matter how good you are there is always someone better.A few of you seemed mighty upset because of my over confidence and I have learned from my mistakes. Im still going to write confident poems but Im am going to just watch how I do it.I guess I just wanted to be good like everyone on this site. more…

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