Rap It Up I'll Take It

A poetic rap

Rap it Up I'll Take It

　

It's a new thing, makes you wanna swing

While us MC's rap, doin' our thing

It's not singin' like it used to be

No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat

It goes one for the money, two for the show

You got my beat, now here i go

I start to think and then I sink

into the paper like I was ink

When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines

I escape when I finish the rhyme

Woke up this mornin

About half past three

All the womens in town

Was gathered round me

Sweet gals was a moanin

Sylvester's gonna die

And a hundred pretty mamas

bowed there heads to cry

six in the mornin

police at my door

fresh Adidas squeak

Across my bathroom floor

Out my back window

i made my escape

Don't even get a chance

To grab my old scool tape

some call it fate but I arise

with my head held high in the sky

a kiss on my cheek to help me get by

rap it up I'll take it

in the midnight hour the hour of power

some may have to take a cold shower

got my stero blasting but I'm still asking

for prayers with a lot of layers

have something to share

thank God i'm still here