pop is dying out! ... my rap poem. [Eminem:] There's a certain mystique when I speak that you notice Cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's
up and stand up it's time to get down It's Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breaking you round Put your hands up and stand up it's time to get down It's
A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip Slapped in my banana clip And I'm lookin.. (lookin..) Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn? It seems
Let it be sworn in Gotta make it stick workin like we good color Rip it to the core, underneath it or we oughta Right into the clip, bring it to the floor
I fell asleep on a late night train I missed my stop and I went round again Why would I want to see you now? To fix it up, make it up somehow Baby
, I ain?t did enough Trippin? when I rip it, I be the X when I split ?em up Sorta like I was liquored up and backin? up in the cup Everybody be knowin
Car was light green Naughty as ice cream But she too jealous Nickaleas Sort of ridiculous With the liffa kickin' it We can never be inconspicuous (My bitch) Rolls with me It
and sniff sort of like he fage im a flip em like a page ill rip em till the nigga aint thick and ya decay no coke up the ass when im in the boof youll
truth, you fear it, don't wanna hear it 'till the Smith's bust, then you listen up cuz I'm a tell it like it is, like it was or like it always will be
I fell asleep on a late night train I missed my stop and I went round again Why would I wanna see you now? To fix it up, make it up somehow Baby, I'll
to even take my jewlery off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on
hip pop is dying out! ..my rap poem. [eminem:] there's a certain mystique when i speak that you notice cause it's sort of unique, cause you know it's
it ain't no runner ups I'm catching wreck because I'm getting vexed You can forget it if you think you're going to get it and rip it next Yeah, whatever
It's simple, I'm a round it off like this That's how many stupid MCs I've dissed But if they commence to try me I won't buy it I'll look them up and
Hiva humping, rip riva rumping Biva, biva, butt pumping Rump riva rump pumping And it just ain't releasing me The beat's obesity, so fat that it makes
rage I'll engage And drop rhymes just the same Quote for quote, note for note, did you comprehend So jack it up and pull it up operator Wheel and come
I'm back and there's no doubt about it The writing is on the wall Gimme ya mic and a stage and I'm a rip it, rip it, up y'all 'Cause I can flow Is there
of gum He tried to chew it up before I blew it up, it's done It's done, it's done, it's done... (What I mean is basically there's no one The hunt for