we da killa clique 4 killas in town you know how i spit you know how i get down look who you wit just me and you every one else done split what ya gonna do now watch what ya say when my names in ya song champs in da game till god call me home see we gon stay pimpin we gon stay fly you mess wit da killa clique home boy you gon die
( we da killa clique fantastic four we leaved the game changed fans wantin more you want a revival  u get 3 score we aint here for survival winnings what we here for we new in da game already best blowem all away dey aint none left da rymes dat we say take away ya breath take my name in vain youll meet ya death,
Got more didnt feel like typing it all though tell me what you think

Is this a poem, too?

yes

is called "Bleep pre-mortem cataclysmic street fantacism"

nice twist to it don't you think?