"Rap Poets" Videos
as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.
all round and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the passionate
clear shit! all my nigger want my..
the hip pop is dying out!
..my rap poem.
there's a certain mystique when i speak that you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't stand still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me enough for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no more you know
i'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and tear a near hole in my ass!
young hov got the game in a frenzy
twenty million sold all independently,
so when you mention me
make sure you got together your 'semblies
like, "he's the games j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at least she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct
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