Gift of gab

Mic check
Mic Check
Oh what the heck!
I don't need a mic check to get respect

See now that I have your attention
There is a couple things I would like to mention

Number 1 is that I'm fly
Number 2 is that I'm bold
And third is that I'm word-wealthy,
my rhyming never grows old

This is my rap because rap is what I do
I dabble in poetry and a little free-verse too

I can rap about everything and anything
There's not one thing that I won't say
I don't do it for the money
I do if for the play

khu-huh, khu-huh! let me clear my throat
This rap is going to have to end on a sour note

Because I don't really care what you think
I'm a jerk; a creep, and yes, my attitude stinks
But that don't confront me none,
I just came here to have some fun

And I am, my friend
Yes I AM!
Are you diggin' my style
because I'm the man!

Ok, this rhyme is going nowhere
so I will stop it just right here
but I will be back much bolder
so my friend, don't have no fear.

Peace