--Instrumental by (and featuring) JEBeatz --
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.
Lyrics
I'm jumpin' off of my plateau
Upon me skills have been bestowed
But Not too long ago
On the charts, I would've been below
Jim Crow and John doe
But now I have to forego
All of my railroads like Henry David Therough
My skills just overflow
From my head down to my toes
You hear it in your ears
Unless you're Vincent Van Gogh
I want a frappucino
I mean, no.
It's too cold.
No bueno.
Here I go.
Geronimo.
I'm incredibly creative
All my haters imitative
All my parties celebrative
All my salads vegetative
I'm not sayin' I'm the best
But all the rest are mos def less
And the best of the best
Has a crest on his breast
On my breath I express that the best of the best
Is obsessed With my chest
Rip it out, nothing left
Don't protest, I detest
I don't mean to spit regrets
You just gotta look at the context
Read 'tween the subtext
I got so many haters, I'm the greatest
Not a sadist,
Please don't interrupt I gotta say dis
Yes I'm skinny, you can weight this
But my raps are so outrageous.
Fresher than any of the latest
I talk like a grammatatist
Star Wars! Fight the separatists!
I came out of the womb
Like doom and gloom
I consumed the fumes of the Earth's perfume
Now I'm hostile
Everybody Revile
I take some new raps and give them and old style
I masqeuraded as a normal child for a while
As I slowly let my skills get versatile
I can start flowin' nonstop for at least a mile
My abilities stretching past the length of the nile
All the while I defile my rivals
Hacking away at their encrypted mind file
They can't get their words up
Like dysfunction, erectile
Their docile, I'm fertile
I faced a slew of opposition and I slew the opposition
Psychic had a premonition that my butt they would be kissin’
Now please just keep listenin’, Don’t be dismissin’
My exaggeration as egotistical dissonance
I feel obligated to have my lines alternated
Reanimated as something other than the humiliated,
Amalgamated rhymes
Just in time
To witness my creativity get assassinated,
I’ve assimilated, asphyxiated
OG lyrics; they’re castrated
Writer’s block – constipated
Facebook status: complicated
But my OJ’s concentrated
My verbs are always conjugated
My brain can’t be communicated
Now on the concept of brains
I try to abstain from complaints
But I have to remain constrained
To the insane, mundane main!
My words are a reaction like chain
Quotable like Twain
Addictive like cocaine
Tasty like champagne
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