Rock It Don't Stop It

Rock It Don't Stop It

A Poem by Mario Vitale
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Rap

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rolling in my pit not giving a s**t quick to become undone out having a bit of fun

excuse me but this jam has to rhyme as I bust up the tempo from behind

back in the city looking at girls so very pretty fast cars with local bars

falling apart with the tears cheap beers strength within its fears

unto the next episode that's how we roll down to the liquor store

each of us dreams of both kings and queens with the evil b***h screams

going take down to the neighborhood like you knew I would out strolling in the hood

drinking Jimmy Bean in my new jack swing I got the hook up logical persuasion

rhymes I hold let the truth be told cause I broke the mold for i create to procreate call it fate

going take you back to the old school when I was so cool rock the house right through

these are working mans hands you all understand fish in pan making the plans

inhale the caviar with the wine then everything is so fine from behind

looking to make a deal with the phone in my hand listen if you can

y magic wand turns the beat of the song can't we all just het along

nothing heavy when I'm driving in my Chevy rock steady and I'm ready

shooting pool losing my cool I'm the nature's clown everybody's fool

hit me from below bust up the beat to increase the tempo maybe manic you know

caged in barbed wire set you straight as a gun for hire sipping on my favorite wine

the streets are not for phony's b*****s want to blow me act like they own ya

stuck in the middle playing second fiddle as I go back cour on the dribble

 

Speak to me in hallowed out dreams with the b*****s scream eating ice cream

I'm the microphone fiend with the stick in my hand ya'll understand cause I'm

protected, effective and fresh

putting you all to the test as my tender beats drop boogy down to the socks

the wind will blow on both girl and boy lest i implore another opened door to explore

serious lover cause you got me undercover smoking fat blunts in the back of my trunk

Subaru what's new with you watching old school News in review

life is a battle like a cowboy beside their cattle working on their rattle

moving faster going to prepare you for the great here after as in everything is finer

nothing could be finer then to be her vagina in the morning b*****s moaning

p***y ain't nothing but meat on the bone i'll suck it i'll f**k it I'll leave it alone

just wait your turn one soul will rise while the other will burn

society is filled with negativity so I hide from thee to be set free eternally squeeze

going to knock to to your knees start spreading its disease as busy as a bee

 

Keep the flow going to know who she blowing got fish for frying I ain't lying

life is a mystery in my living out my sweet legacy comes down to you & me

fresh as 89 working on a newer line catch me as a dine everything is fine

party in the sheets came for a meet and greet going to take a peak

blowing apart at the seams in a land so very mean plug the president has it become evident

working in his high off tower is the great no it all liar burning with desire

we need to get together we are in for some stormy weather stay light as a feather

years ago let the truth be told you will do as you are told until the very rights to you are sold

carry on with the music cause i got the pops don't pop don't pop make ginger pop

reality is my mission my claim is what I'm dishing got nice dreams ahead rap riddle in my head...

 

See I'm going to be a star you see living out my fresh legacy I got big dreams that will last with all my friends

© 2017 Mario Vitale


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Added on December 2, 2017
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Mario Vitale
Mario Vitale

Wolcott, CT



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