Jerrell

She walks in swagger, like a rap
of countless lines and starry punches;
and all that's best of flow and style
meet in her aspect and her voice
thus join to that tender beat
which musicians of flashy days denies

one hit the more, one smite the less
had half impaired the nameless rapper
which despise in every word he spits,
or envy the stream of her lines
Where thoughts compose and express
How pure, how respected their quarters.

And on that tongue, and of her speech,
so hard, so tight, yet fluent,
The smiles that win, the fans that glow,
but tell of days in hardship spent,
A mind at turmoil with all above,
A heart whose care is truth!

Picture from rap.about.com