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 . .
.
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