Masterpieces In Film & Poetry

Suburgatory

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs September 21st, 2016 [90’s Hiphop tribute]

1991

Apocalypse 91’/ Boy meets world /Similak child/Born and raised in Powelton./Near The rough side of town/Comparable to the Streets of NY/Minute to pray a second to die

Wickedest man alive/Mr scarface is back/Original gangster/Born killer/Bad to the bone/al bird in the hand/Getting Over like a fat rat

Afro connections @ hi five/1 million bottle bags/ Pass the 40/Pass the bone My brothers a basehead/Back to the scene of the bass/Always into something

Watched for the ricochet/The dayz of wayback/ Loked out hoods/growing up in the hood/Ain’t got nuttin’ Possessed by Deadly venoms/instead of morals/Steady mobbin’/With Appetites for destruction/Approach to danger/Young black teenagers/So Guard your grill Buck wild/Juvenile/Delinquentz&/ Hoodz come in dozens/Kausing Much Damage

Mind over matter The tower

Daddys little girl/Brenda’s got a baby /It’s a boy Part time mutha/millie pulled the trigger on Santa

Queens had it up to here/Nuff of the ruff stuff

Got the fuck outta Dodge/organized konfusion/of kaos II wiz*7*dome/ Everything is fair, when living in the city /return of the product, In Suburgatory

Lifestyles of the rich & infamous/Vibes and stuff/Sunny meadowz/finally there, to sit in the thrown as the prince of Gladwyne

How to survive in Lower Merion/Penn valley is putting Sir. Rud to the test

back and forth on the Night train/Whacky world of mass transit/My Saab story

What can I do/Near the Real estate/Pigs/ Ain’t no better/If He could just kill a man Hand on the pump/claiming that I’m Violent/Looking at me with Snake eyes/wanting to Give , A fugitive /25 to life/More news @ 11

By the time I get to Arizona/Erase the racism/Remain Color blind

Drafting Toilet stool raps/My secret identity/True fresh mc/Born to get busy/Rhyme to rhyme/line to line/Check the rhyme/Words from the Genius/Words of wisdom/Verses from abstract/Sometimes I rhyme slow

East coast stompin ’ to the 90’

School talent show,suburban etiquette/Derelict of dialect/As I connect Word association Oh shit, another gasface refill/

forgot rehearsed lines/Still, was Like I made love for the very 1st time/Since 85’ when wrote 1st rhyme

W.P.(West Philly) Confidential

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs © June 16 2012 [The Hilltop]

The Hilltop

In all fairness Pioneered this Beyond the weirdness

Never will stop

Although, slowed down In it self a Pronoun That remains a Profound Hiphop Motown

Cold chillin! 6-0 & Lansdowne

Is what it Hit fo, Hands down

Git doe So Stand down

Get Lo When man down

Needles to Say names the place that lays claim

To at least 1 of the top 50th 60th

& LA In the day

Before the Prince Since

moved to Bel Aire

1rst or 15th On the ave Seent

Significant Recipients

In line for the Welfare.

Welfare check, Everybody come and get Your Welfare check

HTH nation Before Gorilla nation

As would stand In good hands Of the goodman

Family Until bank job calamity

I grew up on greener pastures Off of 37th & Lancaster Not privy to 59th & Master

Erratic Live Times

Static with the 5-9

Deep as the Earth core Going back to the turf wars

On the real Alexander O’ Neal

hearsay More conspiracies

Than JM Cause Mayhem Stepping to the am

Mad kids Crossing 59th street bridge

on they way

To Overbrook The game they’d eventually overtook Hard to overlook

It as Hiphop high. Alumni;

Will Smith With

Steady B Cool C

Etc…. Last emperor was the temperatures

Of the past Overcast

W.P.(West Philly) Confidential

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs © June 16, 2012 [Parkside]

Looking back at

The Gucci, it was about that time Some where left, out they mind

from Tales of the Darkside Fa-five, 5-2 Parkside Newer apartheid

That was that At the plats

plateau To the chateau

P is for the people who won’t understand The evils of man At the Mann

wolf packs On the attack No knowing how to ack

Open season Of fawns

reason To avoid the lawn

To the break of dawn

Wild Saturday nights Out of sight Urban plight After white Flight

Cold world Of Cold war kids

Cold enough Not old enough

To pack heat Along Back streets

Unpopular From Girard to poplar

Jaded By Faded

Flair Of the Worlds fair

Fairmount To Belmont

49th street bus loop 43 or the 85, that was Us troop

A Fixture in the city like Gsk

Main ingredient of the mixture Psk

We knew what it meant In the advent

Of Gangster rap In all its angst intact Seldom a thanks for that

Via Editorials Recall

Memorial hall

Along with Historian Rundown Victorians

S is for the way They scream and shout Japanese tea house

Per annuals millennial As Centennial

fountain

Frail Monorail

Found in

The Zoo birds eye view

Of more corners than Charles Dutton

K is for the days Dj’s

W.P.(West Philly) Confidential

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs © June 16, 2012 [Bottoms]

8 million stories In a 18 story

Drenched In a stench

Of urinated Exteriors

deteriorated Exteriors

Smoked out window frames From flames

Evident

From galleries The reality

Once heaven sent

House of the good Shepard Ushered

In a ghetto heaven As Reverend

Summoned choirs better days prior

Ledgends of the fall Mantua Hall

Good times of the bottoms Ain’t we lucky we got em

My mans uncle was bookman Just looking

Out of the window unto the asphalt witnessing assaults Against unsuspecting adults

Stick ups In the building stairs Aspirations of a Billionaire Fuck if it took a trillion years

Krills Worth grillz

On Chamillionaire

There Were no children here

Living in a world they didn’t make

Little ghetto boys In front the building peeing Not caring who see em

Pit bull running round The playground

Had me and some cats fleeing Outside the pj’s

TJ

Hookers And on lookers

Fathom the trifle

A home boy got jumped In front

Of Mc Michael’s

Sweet daddy Cruise the streets, in a neat caddy

Way Before the 9-0 Pass Ned the wino All I know

Lenny Had plenty Classmates with penny

Jamel was trying to write

As I mastered

ceremones Dynamite

As JJ Fad Or AJ Had

Circa 85’ young 85’s

With a temperament Of the 10%

Living in a world of ghetto life

Broken glass everywhere Smoking grass any stairs

Curb side sharpening metal knifes

to cut loose from a gargantuan Web of a tarantula Known as Mantua

Through out the Wild West Childish Gambino’s,

Wanna be, The man Nino

Born on the 5th of July

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs © July 4th, 2012 3/3

Did with out So I could have

Like any good

mother would have

If Something to save

Saved it Then gave it To mothers favorite

Youngest of 3 Raised like an only child.

single parent, Single handed Watched knots landed Parents seldom understanded Far from stranded

On a quest For name brand kicks She picked

out a pair of $10 sneaks 6-7 day weeks,

She worked Hard for the money

At sons request reluctantly spent the Pathmark money

Sacrifice After sacrifice Suffice

Left with Epic Ethics Expected

Before acne Smacked me For Stealing out the acme

Then turned me in

To Apologized Appualed w/lies

Concerning sins Earned me then

Licks as Discipline

Who can’t hear, does feel So gradually appealed

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs © July 4th, 2012 2/3

Instinctive path To give children what she didn’t have

Migrate With in tristate To city of Brotherly loved Motherly love & all thee above

So awesome

With virtue Nurtured

The seed blossomed Awesome

As Begonia Despite Pneumonia

Birth date Blizzard of 78’

at HUP Couldn’t disrupt

Miracle on 34th

Hospital of Penn At 3pm

A child was born

Named after that British Arthur With an archers

aspiration Beyond Exasperation

With a thirst Of Perseverance‎

Upon birth To a parent

Address mom in first name Respect the same

a strong west Indian old school values Varied To father un married Carried

baby & groc-ries On trolley

Like serval jobs juggled In this beautiful struggle

Determination

Born on the 5th of July

By Sir. Rudyard Snaggs © July 4th, 2012 1/3

Born on the 5th of July Only to fly

across the water across the border In a sense much broader Leaving behind 2 daughters

made home, in the home of the brave

As an illegal For regal

Worked like slave

from T&T To NYC

Lived With relatives

Once upon an American dream In the heat and the steam

Of the city Sun kissed skin Gradually paled from comparison

To winter months Once

Lost in translation Cab drivers often mistaken accent for Jamaican

turned away After one days pay

During Crack down In the Back ground

My Eye

sight blurried worried

Proportions From thoughts of deportion

18 yrs passed Before returning home alas

From a nation

not born in 2hr bus ride to be sworn in