POEM - My Hip-Hop Soul (ft. DJ Aaroneous)

Yo! I ain’t trippin’ neither

I have the beat

Way down deep

I feel like a boss

When they kick it out

Rhymin’ and stealin’

Watchin’ the hook

Grab it then scratch it

Then throw it for another spin

I get it man

And when I feel it I just can’t stop

Cuz these hips gotta move

No lie man

I ain’t frontin’

I gotta shake it to the left

And jump to the right

Drop it down and pick it up

Then toss it into the atmosphere

Until it comes back around

And makes my spine shiver and quake

I’m sure I look like a fool

But a poet is a poet

And a poem is a poem

And hip-hop has it figured out

Spittin’ those words with attitude

Exhibiting a prowess that makes me shrink

Just throwing it down in a rap battle

While I sit here and grind out each line

Agonizing over each syllable

Somewhere there’s a kid

Laying down words

Fast and furious

With precision and prowess

Enough to blow your mind

Reduce his opponent to speechlessness

While all I can do is suffer

In jealous obscurity

Then I try my hand

Write it fast

Let it go

Then it rests in your ears

I’m a rolling down

Like an ace in the sky

With you in my sights

You can’t run you can’t hide

I spin out my words

Like bombs from tha air

Dropping them down

Where they fall I don’t care

Cuz I’m the Baron of Red

With a mission to rock

Flying right straight at you

Can you hear the tick-tock?

Your time is up

The master is here

Step off all you players

As you hear the crowd cheer

Proper . . .