Dope Rhymes

Loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

Meet me at the store Rasta man with a plan


Not sense the days of 1978 back seat in a car with a date

Stereo blasting to the sounds of magic funk


Come on bring the noise you got a brand new toy

Cruising down the street in my plush hot rod


Women's liberation heading out across the nation.

Homeboy Smith wasn't ready when he fucked this dike named Freddie


We used to roll up what is the hold up

It isn't funny but the sound of the money


Take me back to those good old days when you woke up in a purple haze

Going to the drive in watching those double features


Eating at the nearest Arthur Treachers,

We have come to close not to turn back now



No use looking back when your hand is on the plow

Dope rhymes are filled up with a magical potion



Sipping red wine down at the ocean

Putting some lotion on my honey with a kiss


Sorry that I missed a tongue in your ear

I shed a single tear to help numb my inner pain


Not having you in my arms is driving me insane

What is my chief aim to fame


A cause to go ever deeper then ever before

Lest I implore another opened door


Inside our soul we behold a window a chief aim to please

Knock me to my knees like Shaggy with Scooby Doo


We bit off far more then we could ever chew

Rap to the rhyme goes to rhyme with a reason


It's the changing of the season.

Break down to the ground and sound the alarm


There's far too many fish still stuck in the pond.
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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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