Rapula

A dark rap story

　

back in the day where hustlers stayed there were those very afraid

he was born in the gutter his momma was a vamp selling her junk in the trunk of a car

up all night slept all day he was blown from the frey

viscious fangs that bite two turn tables with a mic insisted on a fight

sucking the innocent patrons for blood right in the hood like you knew he would

Rapula the man, the myth & the legend

could very often see him in the back of a seven eleven drinking red slurpees

　

took folks block by block like giving him a heart attack just to fit his mold

no one came against him until that day in the crib Rapula lost his lobster bib

very often you will see him at the 8th Street Station spinning his records

there will never be another blood sucking brother so move over he's taking cover

Rapula wore a high hat tip on his temple driving a white Benz looking like Baretta