buncharaps

1)

Holy moly

He stole the show slowly

Smoked the whole OZ

And rolled of the stage low key

Eyes bugging out

Caught a ma-pop sandwich

Couldn’t find the right words

Flipped the language speaking Spanish

Te quiero mujeres

Is what he told em

Got his tubes tied

Because he didn’t want to scold em

Always lied about his age

Women be trippin’ over this shit

In and out the door lickity split

Once he hit it he quit

2)

With this mic

I spit and kick fairytales

To all of you and yours

But especially the females

3)

I’m and assassin

Fuck it i'm rappin’

I’m laughing at these motherlovers whose acting

Acting?

Naw, Motherlovers are slacking

I never break a sweat

Plus I’m putting my back in

I’m already attacking

10 seconds in and there fingers are tapping

On the mat and the whole crowd is clapping

Another sucka down

But look who gets tagged in

Tagged in- it’s my next opponent

He’s swinging on the ropes and he quite the showman

Handle business first

His mama should have told him

Cause the clock ran out and he lost the moment

So I stepped to the mic and I stated flowing

And rapped laps around this cat

Like I’m Jesse Owens

And with my last breath left

I said man ‘get going’

4)

Artisanescape

It’s a 13 letter word

And there ain’t none harder you can make

5)

To the people toting tags

Spray-painting public property

Defacing subway stations

Graffiti’s aesthetic robbery

6)

It’s a craft

It’s a skill

To hone your own talent

I’m good with the mic

But not with the balance

7)

I got a mic and right to fight

So ima ignite on this mic tonight

Starting with the beginning of time

Compressed in a blender

And expressed through rhyme

8)Let the sunshine rain

And shower my drenched spirits

The only time I speak

Is when no ones around to hear it