The qaṣīdaᵗ (also spelled qaṣīdah; is originally an Arabic word Arabic: قصيدة, plural qasā'id, قــصــائـد; that was passed to some other languages such as Persian: قصیده or چكامه, chakameh, in Turkish: kaside) is an ancient Arabic word and form of writing poetry, often translated as ode, passed to other cultures after the Arab Muslim expansion. the word qasidah is still being used in its original birthplace, Arabia, and in all Arabic speaking countries.
Well known qasā'id include the Qasida Burda ("Poem of the Mantle") by Imam al-Busiri and Ibn Arabi's classic collection "The Interpreter of Desires".
The classic form of qasida maintains a single elaborate metre throughout the poem, and every line rhymes. It typically runs more than fifty lines and sometimes more than a hundred. The genre originates in Arabic poetry and was adopted by Persian poets, where it developed to be sometimes longer than a hundred lines.
Arabic qaṣīda means "intention" and the genre found use as a petition to a patron. A qasida has a single presiding subject, logically developed and concluded. Often it is a panegyric, written in praise of a king or a nobleman, a genre known as madīḥ, meaning "praise".
cha cha tha hustler full surface lawserny family
dem awards rappers ussauly bring home i aint get
cause i aint shit
and i aint sell enough ringtones
u cant be the king on the throne unless u mess wit males
i aint a homo so i dont expect to sell
but i expect to get respect fuck record sells
if a niggah disrespect me he can catch a shell
but for first degree you get the death penalty
or life with out the possibility dat means death or jail
unless u tell or rat on somebody else
or put ur body on somebody else yea that will probally help
but if u snitch just body ur self
put the chrome to ur own dome and hollow urself
man my style so smooth that my trial made the news
i came home and spent a couple hundered thou on some jewls
ima pimp but i dont rock crocodile shoes
i pop tha 2 and make a nigga crocidile food oo
look at him wa
im steady grindin steady rhymin steady puffin
steady drinkin steady thinkin steady hustlin
chic^s niggahs tryin to get im already fuc^in
im steady pipin u steady wifin steady cuffin
dog u just barkin talkin very tuf and
catch a cace and start talkin like teddy rupspin
homie said he got a body but i bet he bluffin
he dont clap lead that cat jus a crack head
and that shit right there leave cats dead
i dont fucc wit that im jus hase and conyac head
i use 2 stack bread before the heads were that big
thats y u hear my music bumpin like blackheads
i dont think rap dead but cats just doin it wrong
i dont no wat be goin on wen dey doin a song
i dont no y he even put that verse on da song
he probally high and that shit he be doin is strong
he been moved out the hood he been gone 2 long
he dont no wats poppin off
dat nigga cotton soft
but im from philly we really lettin da choppas off
u keep claimin u a hustler who u coppin off
or who coppin from u who u knockin off
u dont sell nuthin but records niggah knock it off
yo gurl mopped me off yea i knocked her off
and yall start kissin like right afta i dropped her off
yea da hustla