Channeling Hov.
by Tamikko Beasty on Tuesday, May 17, 2011 at 3:02am
If my heart could grow a mouth and hands,
reach out to grab you, Holy Hov bless you- mob style.
Kiss your life on both sides and make you understand.
Take heart hands, lift over lil’ heart head &
adjust NY Yankees fitted cap, then take heart fingers and
form floating Roc pyramid over head.
Brim low… keep my feelings for you invisible.
Love code.
So nobody but me will ever truly know
how much I want you…
A brand new hybrid strand of Miko dyslexia,
makes reading me impossible.
Gangster in my dna makes my thugstream
unbreakable. Want for you, unshakeable.
If Jay-Z was a blood type I would be Hov positive,
to the point of T.Beasty cells becoming indestructable.
Way too strong to tame.
Protect myself cuz life is fragile.
Living in a hair trigger reality, ready to put the silencer over
barrel, pillow in place, seek you out like
enemy if you hurt me, riddle the place with
rapper sonnets til your nothing but an
ill memory and face with no name.
Miko street creed… cuz Mr. Carter taught me:
La loyaute’ est tout…
Rough translation to match streets
that just don’t give a proper fuck:
Loyalty is everything.
Let symbol float in sky
Rocafella beacon shining like street light,
lyrics guiding you inside my mental hustle
like soul map,
Breaking down what I want, how I feel…
Damn…if only my heart
could rap.
Love is like a hustle, thuggin’ out my insides,
lifetime grind.
With each step I fall deeper into you, gotta watch my back.
Grow eyes inside the center, where the blood
pumps red like Game.
Profit in my chance like I was Young Money, Baby.
Tat tear drop on face like Wayne to symbolize break-up if you fail me.
Lust tour.
Taking you all over the deepest parts of me like a
Miko whirlwind world tour…Blackout. Time to lay you
down…lights out…Fade to Black…time to overwhelm you.
Show you the master plan, Blueprint to me.. how I live
how I think, how my heart breathes and beats.
Teach you the Love brakes, Life pauses, 808’s like
Kanye was in charge of the consistent beating, constant
movement going towards your life force like suburban
traffic headed to urban influenced mall, to cop that
single first.
Hypnotize you like Blue Magic…
Intention is to make you mine so you are no longer
single… Love you best, win you first.
Search the inside of your pocket, grab that mic…
Sometimes in the wake of night, I lie awake at night,
Can barely sleep at night… Insomnia calling me like
crack fiend with that itch at night.
Standing inside my mind on the only lonely block,
Ego resembles Harlem drug runner counting knots, rubber band
promises to self, stacks on stacks, on stacks, like books
on ghetto abandoned library shelves…
Promises a mile high.
That this night is my last night alone. This night
is the night I confess my wants…rat out my desire for you like
I just got pinched.
Those ever changing gangster prisms took
my love and played good cop bad cop with my pride…
leaving me no place to hide,
forcing me to stand right in front of you.
I lie to self playing hard core game with self.
Go back to being hardcore lame with self and never tell you.
Reside that the Hov in me rules my insides.
Channel that ill mutherfucker like I was his real Bonnie.
Hit repeat on my ipod and whisper….
Thank you Clyde.
Ride or die… don’t hate the player, hate the love game,
I’m channeling Hov tonight.




































