The money, the time, the continuous rhyme
I rap the words that make you feel sublime
How many poets can chant with my style?
Not many make it worth your while (to listen to)
But I deliver the words you want to hear
Straight from my mouth and into your ear
I am the eclectic, copacetic, analytically poetic.
The Shakespeare of the century,
making other rappers sound pathetic
Some free-stylin’ now is what I’m going to do for you
I got more soul than a dancing shoe
Now what you want me to talk about?
By now you’re feeling this without a doubt
But then there are people that don’t flow with me
Everything I say to them is a mystery
Well all those chumps that can’t hold their mass
Go fly with the fairies and kiss my ….
Assuming that you’re down with my design,
Jam to these beats that you find so fine
And you can take that glass of wine in your hand
Enjoy the party and give a toast to the man
Now I’ve got a little tale to tell you today
It began on a ship on the dock of the bay
The ship was happy and so was the crew
But that was before the engine blew
But I’m ahead of myself so I’ll slow it down
I’ll jump to the point when the captain drowned
Remember that party that I was rappin’ about
Well the captain was there, and he went all out
Movin’ and groovin’. A glass of wine or two….
Well he might have had more than that
Slurred speech was an important clue.
That’s the end of this here brief tale
Now its time for my smokes and ail.
peace
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