Shark Jeopardy
In full command. Performed live at Wicked Squid Studios Rolling trees & watching Jeopardy,
and I’m like,
“Bae, why they so jealous of me?”
Word Girl for 500, Alex-
what’s the true meaning
of serendipity?
//
Well, some may say
I’ve been serendipitous
in building this legacy.
Allegedly, I’m only here
because of the way he sexin me.
I mean-yeah,
he give me ecstasy,
but the nigga ain’t a threat to me.
Vociferous wit my style,
that’s why these heffas sweating me.
I smell petrichor in them wigs you wore-
lil gutta baby for real.
Smelling like the dirty South
after it’d rain
and we fought them rattlesnakes.
Bitch, worry ’bout the baths you take-
or the lack thereof.
Know you gotta fuck to feel loved
’cause you’ve never felt
nothing real.
//
But if he gotta screw you
to know you,
then how will you ever heal?
Give me Shakespeare for 1000, Alex-
double my bet.
Look-
me & my nigga
like Romeo & Juliet.
Flyest shorty he ever met.
And I love him ’cause he teach me,
but if he slime me,
I’ll do him greasy.
I’ma fuck him,
leave him wet,
then stuff him in an oubliette.
//
I swear these chickens can’t reach me-
they not seeing me.
I’m pouring Ace & quoting Baldwin,
like,
“Bae, why they so appalled
when I step in the spot
like I own it?”
Know I’m the girl
who turned stones
into sonnets.
//
Daily Double:
What’s the price of honesty?
I wager it all, Alex-
ain’t no modesty.
These hoes is mad
’cause my aura got velocity,
got ’em stuck trying to fake
my philosophies.
Relentless wit my cadence-
this sharp tongue got ’em anxious.
Smell the vehemence on my name
like fresh rain
on a field of anguish.
This slick tongue
got ’em trepidatious.
//
I mean, let’s face it-
I’m sadistic
& sesquipedalian.
Got a look these girls would murk for
and a soul these dudes go broke for.
Voice make a rich man hurt more,
touch got ’em fiending-
what’s the word for?
Word up, it’s Word Girl-
verbs raw, talk slick,
got ’em pressed like a turf war.
Hermes moment on the sleeve, please.
Soft skin,
but the bars cut deep-
bleed.
Sweet tease,
got ’em weak in the knees-
sneeze.
Bless ’em.
Every line
like a cheat sheet.
//
See, the problem is-
concupiscence is beneath me.
Still, I bleed ink,
write rhymes while he eat me.
Pen stroke
while he feed me.
I’m his dream queen,
float mean
in this deep sea.
I stick out my fin-
he stiffen up
when he peep me.
//
Love a lyrical nigga,
know how to swim in these verses.
Gollop his flesh up fast-
then after that,
I’m a wordsmith.
I strike in stanzas,
yeah, I’m bad to the bone.
They say my pen a blade
and my tongue the hone.
I let ’em drown real slow,
and then I sink my teeth…
//
Final Jeopardy is:
what swims alone after dark?
I’m like,
what is piranha?
-swear to God,
I’m a shark.