Some rappers pick up the mic and like to But I'm gonna flow with the show and babble Take your hand, make your To my left, jeff, your a pest and you and I think better find a new profession You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think guessing No time for fessing or faking, messing or Mistakes, it takes heavyweights to stakes Or high, so why would you want to front? And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're is dope You cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap And catch a bad one, you wanted a and you had one You it course you sad one You can't get the style you hit with In this rhyme, so next time
Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where from Get on the and get dumb Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to it wicked Here's the title, in face I'm gonna stick it But yo don't resh leash the speech you use Needs a little more spice, ice, you're The style that I was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, pete You can't make money rhymes on the street So yo get back, jack, a smack is you might just get To the grill, bill, so chill, or I just swing, king Crown, you're you're like a wingless plane, wayne Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and I'm a Right on your head so hats and coats The votes are in friend, I win down, clown You tried biting, but biting is a So maybe time
I like to cruise around the city, me a witty Seditty, sexy young lady is pretty (meow meow) says the kitty The hotel I got's a buck fifty in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs To make sure my is up to par and I introduce as the capital a the c the e And say "hello" and "bonjour" if And if she's a bit older I'll put her head on my shoulder And hold, cause nobody her the master ace, could move so many hips Just by the sounds from my um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy The park was dark as we walked and and played, chased and raced Sat and chat, shared and stared, each other's eyes and lies Spilled from your mouth then as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend But I know you and your cousin dropped dime Oh well, next time
Mc's acting better get calm Or you'll get laughed at like like a I my name a with the c-e Not an "lf" folks, and I'm "different strokes" Huh, I'm "head of the class" and furious as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as I have "good times" And "happy days" I'm like a hummer And and kick my rhymes like a punter "one day at a time" is how I live So no I'm not "married children" and no I do not have a wife Instead I would to have a girl and "growing pains" cause it's a "different world" and Rappers try to play me, like a sport Try to bite my at "night" but get "court" "give me a break" catch a "taxi" and town You might be a "star" but "trek" you down Rapping, a living and it's been one for years "jeffersons" in my wallet, in my glass, I say "cheers" You wish you could be with the rhymes, don't you? But maybe next