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R.A.P.
Rhythm. And. Poetry.
The core element to rap is a rhythmic expression of words with meaning. I like to bring that meaning back to the stage. I don't waste my breath unless it's got a purpose, albeit a simple one.
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Lyrics
I'm generally a pacifist but I'm not passin' this harassment
Take off your glasses, let me see your eyes so I can bash 'em in.
They call me Ace cause there's 4 in the deck
And I'll give you 4 decks in the back of ya neck
I stand up for my friends, my family, and my dogs
Piss me off, get me revved up like a motor hog
Don't be so melodramatic, I'm gettin' emphatic, lemme take a sebatical
Then Imma come back with a bat and lyrically bash the bat in the back of ya skull.
I prolly would not physically do it because that would knock you unconscious
But I will thrust my fists in your body with heavy preponderance.
Every single person around me is like my family, we got comradarie
Mess with any one of them and I'll give you a prefrontal lobotomy.
I spit big words because I've got high elocution
You so idiotic you try to get a key on a kite for some free electrocution
I'll distract you with a choreographed dance
Then I'll seduce your girl with that language from France
I'm gettin' overzealous, you gettin' a little jealous
You wanna forfeit? Go get yo mama to tell us
I bust in your house in the middle of the night while you in your pajah-mas
Then I'll go Longbottom on your ass; Expelliarmus!
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You try to blandish me while I'm brandishing a weapon
This ain't Stomp The Yard but you better get to steppin'
Get outta my neighborhood, I don't wanna see you no more
If I do, you gonna see an inconvenient truth; Al Gore
Now if you wanna stay I can give you a laceration
Slowly build it up: exacerbation
Then I could tell you about my grandiose plan
To put you in the road in front of a moving van
Or play telephone with a string and a can
And put on the line a man who will go bam bam.
I could teach you a lesson on verbal discretion
But I've got a confession: I don't wanna be messin'
I don't wanna pick a fight, I don't wanna get a knife
But I do want you to please shutup and get a life
I understand that you need to compensate for your junk
But bein' rude to people won't turn that lump into a hunk
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The moral of the story is: I'm glorious, you're eroneous
Hush your mouth: Witness the epitome of my heroicness
When you try to inflame the world you create some kind of ill
And no matter how much I alleviate there's a hole that can't be filled
So if I gotta do what I gotta do to prevent you from actin' like a douche
Then I guess I gotta make you feel the blues like John Belush
And hopefully you won't get into situations so precarious
Otherwise I might have to make your face look a little hilarious
If I have to ostracize you to redeem me as a paragon
Then I'll have no problem makin' your little renegade ass gone
NOw I hope it's not necessary for me to recapitulate
But since I'm a lyricist the job I'd be doin' is really great
So let me say again: I will physically assault you
Make your grandmama know the manners she wish she coulda taught you
I'll use my fist to give your face a nice metamorphosis
Then I'll get a knife and give your body a whole new orrifice
Otherwise you can just start bein' kind:
An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind
But I have a small inclination that you're gonna be a fan of discrimination
BUt I hope that my threats and promises give you some form of illumination
I guess all I can do is hope for patience.
-Signed Toned Down, aka Mr. Jackson
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