"POETIC IMMORTALS" David Lucky Lefty Cardenas, Allen Simmons, Robert Kimble, Shantell Cooper, Albert Carrasco & Ra Shine McKoy

David Cardenas aka Lucky Lefty
Chill, I’m not a run of the mil cat; still gunning, best believe I’m ill jack
Stunning, my pen and soul spill black, I surround myself with skilled macks
Grim Reaper, Infinite, Kimble, Cooper, and Shawn Stare; we build tracks
We kill rats, lay’em flat from steal traps, CLACK… haters, do you feel that?
Lyrically strapped, we got hundred dollar bills stacked; now these are real facts
We leave haters shaking and nervously they ask, “Where the pills at?”
But try as they might to drill raps; with every attempt their still wack
My mind is a concealed gatt, I’m always ready to BUCK back and peal caps
I spit fire and grill hats, with flows that leave’em stuck like wheels flat
So cork it, we don’t give a fuck; we walk the streets with steal bats
Chillax, it’s the poetic super heroes entering your eyes and your ear holes
Mortal combat, I’ve gone black and I freeze’em out the game like Sub Zero
Please tell me you got that? I’m so sorry I don’t know how to speak slow
Making haters feel more uncomfortable then a five hundred pound man wearing a speedo
Burning egos, leaving heads on fire like when MJ screamed for Tito
I’m evil, a heathen amongst the people, spitting rapid fire until I have to reload
Recode, they needed a Morpheus, but what that got was Neo… bombing stacks
A lyrical insomniac, a zombie packed with an encyclopedia and a farmer’s almanac
A pistol, a ballpoint pen, a pair of pliers, a pad, and an axe wrongly packed
I’m a hypochondriac on the attack doing drive-bys in an old school Pontiac
I strongly ask, “If you’re having trouble breathing… don’t fuck around, put on the mask”
The donkey’s back, sipping on a flask, secretly tape recording Mitt Romney’s ass
Pay homage fast or feel the lyrical demonic wrath of our supersonic blast
Try as you might to be a Poetic Immortal, but our skills are waaaay beyond your grasp

Allen Simmons aka Grim Reaper
With the skill I possess is like an exorcism
Grim Reaper is The Lord of Death
Just Ask My victims, these spits erupt like lava from a volcano
I hit’em up mean and clean, Then there they Go down the Drain Yo.
Some need Braille since this is blind man's bluff
The disses and fired shots miss me by a mile; they ain't even close to being enough
My Squad Is filled with Assassins and Hustlers
Step right up and get served what you want… You're A Customer!
This field of sorts is like we run the sport
Hip Hop and Poetry is The Game and we're runnin it Full Court
The Dream Team rockin all The Gold
Platinum mics and pens, get gripped in our Hold
But yo, never underestimate the skill
Or these ice cold bars can make you freeze and chill
Or the temperature of heat Complete with hot beats
Can also echo in accapella, listen to The Petro destroy the Obsolete and Weak
Knowledge is born, inherited from within
Hard hits distributed equally across the cleft of the chin
On Some revival of The Skills it’s time for a drill
It's either Exceptional writes and spits Versus Just The average run of the mill
To keep it 100, I keeps it real
Against The Killers in My Circle Other squares Best chill
Hold it down! Let the Immortals Speak
Boring underlings been too frail and meek
The Game is under a strategic attack
The Orangutans Are in destruction range Welcome to the Habit of The Land of Silver Backs.
The clips of weapons resemble bananas
You would think this was gang violence, Nothin But Bars mixed and disguised with bandanas
Cocked stocked and locked with them Hammers
Somebody come change these stained tighty-whiteys, with these shitty Depends in the deep end Buried in Raps hamper!
I'm So serious about this shit My writes become O.J.' s gloves With the nicest fit
Each fit is a writ displaying the gift
Of using words as weapons of murder, No indictment for the Slaughter, because I don't leave behind prints!

Robert Kimble
Woke Up To Take a Whiz
I Said, “ Shit Look at This Kid Spit”
Some Slick Shit, He Mentioned His Top 5 Writers
Call Out & Challenge, Honored To Join This Cipher
Hyper, Yet I Can Kick It, Let the Drummer Get Wicked
As This Brother Spit Poisonous Venom Lyrical Toxin
Deadly Flow Rocking, Got Us Locked In
Top Ten Loaded With Highly Explosive
Content Early Morning Blowing Up Nonesense
Flipping Facts on Fragile Cats, Fatal Attacks, Combat Responses
Slay Them Black
Lay Them Flat Pay Them Back
For Disrespecting the Art Popping Mad Shit
Yet Displaying No Heart You Heard This
Is More than Mere Words This Is The Love Of My Life
The Reason I Live the Reason I Write
Correcting the Plight Chin Checking Them Like
I Love the Struggle & The Fight
For Just Cause
This Creative Thought Process Causes Me To Dust Off
Niggers Quick on Some Real Nigger Shit
Like Nigger Spit Something Foul, See How Real Niggers Get
Their Shit Split Witness, the Relentless
Talent Flowing Back To Back
That Has Them Fearing A Black Planet & Who Is Ever Flowing After That
Lucky Lefty, Allen, Albert, Shawn Stare, Robert, and Ms Cooper Rocks It, Drops It; Leave Them In A Drunken Stupor.... 

Shantell Cooper aka Shan-Teazy Legend
YALL BETTER WRAP THE UNIVERSE AROUND ME CAUSE I DONE SLIPPED THROUGH A HOLE IN THE CENTER OF THE VORTEX,
THE HAVOC IMMA BOUT WREAK IS COMING TOWARD YOU FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT BLINDING THE INNER LINING OF YOUR VISUAL CORTEX...
GONE AND GET YA PENS READY CAUSE THIS IS HISTORY BEING PRERECORDED,
THERE'S BEEN OTHER IMMORTAL MISSIONS THAT EVOLVED BUT THOSE TACTICS HAVE LONG BEEN ABORTED...
WE GOT 1 FEMALE CHEMIST AND 5 FIVE STAR GENERALS WHO PROSE AND PRONOUNS REGULATE EVERY ENTRY THAT HAS A AGENDA OR A PREDICATE,
SLAUGHTERING THOSE WITH WEAK MINDS THIS IS FIRE FOR THEY WHEELS OF THEY CHARIOTS~
Y'ALL SAY YOU WANNA SEE SOME SCARS WELL LOOK AT MY CHEST I'M WEARIN' IT...
AIN'T NOBODY SEEING US IN THIS IMMORTAL INK GAME THAT WE BLEED,
WE WRAP THESE LINGUISTIC INTO BURNING BARZ AND CALL IT YOU CAN'T FUCK WITH ME WEED...
I'LL SMOKE YOU OUT LIKE YO' LUNGS BEEN INHALING PURE BLACK SUT,
AND IF YOU TRY AND APPROACH THIS MAYEM I'LL TEACH YOU WHY YO' ASS SHOULDA STAYED PUT...
THESE ALMIGHTY KINGS THEY HAVE ARISEN TO THE OCCASION,
LEAVING THEY WATERMARK ON MINDS WHILE PAINTING YOU A VIVID ILLUSTRATION...
THREE TIMES THE ORACLE BUT I'M THE VIRGIN YOU CAN'T SEE,
SO DOES THAT MAKES ME IMMORTAL WHEN THESE SOULS COME FOR ME?...

Albert Carrasco aka Infinitethe Poet
When I build, my words are built with ebonics and laymen terminology,
suburb and urban poetic hieroglyphics. I'm an anomaly.
a wonder like ancient pyramids to scientist.
I lived through the darkness of poverty's eclipse, a ghetto apocalypse.
I grew up in the slums as a no sun conscript blinded...
But I had dilated pupils waiting for light to shine so I can absorb it.
I grew up in the treacherous trenches of sorrow where some wish to live and some wish to die... tomorrow.
I grew up in a place where having two parents was a broken family and one parent was the norm,
I grew up as an experiment in the projects where apartments had roaches and rats as stray animals like alley cats...
they watched the carrasco family deal with that.
There was taxation without representation, they would take mammas money but never send in housing for extermination.
This is the darkness I speak of, emancipation from being poor was the light I searched for.
Elevators had pissy floors,
the stench of burnt bass filled the halls, the staircases were places of business,
you could lose your life not minding your business...
I almost lost my life dealing with the same business...darkness. I thought light would come hustling white adding soda and making it rise,
I told y'all I had dilated pupils but I still didn't see what would be a lot of experiments like I was... demise.
I heard the cries, I heard the question why? I followed their hearse on the final ride,
it was me sometimes opening that cage so the doves... can fly.
Fly, fly my brothers all your debt is now mines leave it to me ill pay back society,
go to the light your free. That's the darkness I know.
Now.. My mental illuminates, my cranium glows,
my words shine carotid and tarnished minds
who's choices will lead to caskets and prisons, both options are still doing time.
Call me the urban life Nostradamus, I can tell you the aftermath of fast cash
by showing you some urns with crematory ash,
by showing you plots surrounded by the smell of fresh cut grass,
or I can just take off my shirt show you the tattoos on my back from all that passed.
I can't strip for everybody but I could spit for anybody,
and the words I muster can save us from a suffering future, how?
By taken that dark shroud and changing it to water and spill it all over a crowd.

Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
I'm a lot to deal wit
Shawn Stare runnin' wit my peepz kickin' ILL skits
A kiss from a rose on a grave yo!
We SEAL lips
Fiends even overdose from deez dope spits
Annihilate yo feeble Scripts
Causin' mass hysteria on deez damn pages
We don't rent like Avis
We leave payment, buy up bars, n wreck stages
Animal cages
Can't hold none of our phrases
Poetic Immortals
Our stanza's band 2gether thru time n hit portals
I can be humble, still cordial
But my lyrics will still floor you!!!
Messin' wit deez Hot poets is Risky Business
Cruisin' like Tom wit da top down wit a nice poetess like Shantell Cooper in it
We on our job every freakin' hour, second, n minute
Flows?
Vintage!
Punks jump up to get beat down like Brand Nubian when we finished
Rearrange ya fronts like a dentist
We don't use gimmicks
We kick dat TRUTH n REALITY none of y'all used to hearin'
Da last of a dyin' breed
So take heed!
My word is "All I Have" like Amerie
Poetry
Did me a favor like Nickleback, "Savin' Me"
Y'all know what it is
Don't play wit me
N eye keep da Lord close to me faithfully
Racially?
It's still a substantial amount of racism in dis country
People in denial, Quick to scorch da Holy Bible
Not using it for what it's worth but to hurt dey rivals
Mind you!
We ALL tryna find some type of self-preservation
Blunted?
Yeah! My eyez still stay slanted like Chinese n Asians
We have to be leaders like X n King, layin' down da foundation
Kelly Row
Whoa!
Can't stop our motivation
Even tho everyday we deal wit stress n pressures of life's aggravation
2pac
Temptations
But if everything was easy, everybody would be doin' it
Pursuin' it
A select few are chosen like us when we spewin' it
You need tutelage
We some Kings n Queens reppin' what’s right while your spits is plain nuisance
We take da pen
Bomb!
Light it n fuse shit
Poetic Immortals on da track leavin' cats clueless

"Poetic Immortals" 

By David Lucky Lefty Cardenas, Allen Simmons, Robert Kimble, Shantell Cooper, Albert Carrasco & Ra Shine McKoy