Raps Canopy

Raps Canopy

A Poem by Mario Vitale
"

a real rap poem

"

Rap Canopy

 

 

whispers in a dream start the stream living in a land so very mean

see ya on the flip side squeeze gonna knock you to your knees spreading it's disease

the city has everything quite pretty this is my quaint little ditty,

every road up ahead marks the child of the living dead face filled with lead

gotta walk the miracle mile look at homeboy Charlie Sheen got aids cuisine

take it a little bit further we discover a boat on the river waiting to deliver

these are the days where anything goes got lost in the sauce of pany hoes

trapped beneath the silver sleeve theirs a man in great need,

wine, dine & 69 more words to this rhyme falling alive gonna get a rise

We are getting healthy with the waiting make no mistaken frying the bacon

got raps that rhyme got rhymes that reel saying its no big deal

flirting with fire burning up with its fullest of desire coming down to the wire

 

my fans want to diss me but its no big mystery I'm out making history with my legacy

Grand Master Flash was but a thing of the past but he was a sure fire blast in the arts

Rap in the window of my desire creating a buzz down to the wire a gun for higher

Everyday we got rhymes that fold in mint condition is there something other you'd been missing...

Come away with me where suckas bleed in my rap canopy gotta take a pee,

Through each portal there's a doorbell making tight lines swell rapping is never hell

I stand in ovation being ever led away from temptation going to take a long vacation

D Cyphr got fantastic tracks not to mention Lil Pump ain't no making junk we jump

Onto the different side of the episode with rhymes a glow stated years ago

 

there's a glimmer of hope coming down to the wire its a gun for higher never call me a liar

fast cars with crooked bars gonna get my body kit quick souped up Camry keep you at ease

listen to famed Freddie Mercury in my tinsel town of make believe rap in my genes

flirting with fire blowing it up in purest of desire coming down to the wire

fresh for 18 I'm not your closet queen but I got rhymes so very mean,

sort of like Kidd Rock I sure think a lot pushing it further to lone discover under the covers

rhymes that rock rap the reels it's not big deal watch the tires now squeel

gotta go to the ocean surf and turf is my magical potion using my magic lotion

Pay back is a b***h you'll be found in the ditch using my favorite pitch so delicious

mark the man wiling to explore eating his ice cream from next door lest I implore

© 2018 Mario Vitale


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Added on April 28, 2018
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Mario Vitale
Mario Vitale

Wolcott, CT



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A Poem by Mario Vitale