Rap To The Rhyme & Rhyme For A Reason

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bust up the beat to promote its tempo taking you to places you need to know rap is the harmony to take away my anxiety not since the old famed Redd Fox boy that homeboy do think a lot boogy down to
the socks I sit as a rose without its thorn some may curse the very day they were actually born but you got to wait your turn one soul soars while the other will burn like the world watch it turn



Rap to the rhyme & rhyme for a reason its like the changing of the seasons without any reason in time the seed would grow into a healthy stalk come with me let's go for a walk the more you breath
the less you talk folks in the numbers under the satin covers with home made lovers by choice we often wander friends growing fonder hair getting blonder the message is getting bolder have to look
over your shoulder society's getting colder yes that seed would grow into fruition to late on your tuition start listening when I'm alone in my room then i stare at the wall in the back of my mind
I hear my conscience call like a bird please light the flame walk the walk away from the criminally insane why should I complain I'm making the green bling living in a land so very mean

Submitted: June 19, 2018

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bust up the beat to promote its tempo

taking you to places you need to know

rap is the harmony to take away my anxiety

not since the old famed Redd Fox boy that homeboy do think a lot

boogy down to the socks

I sit as a rose without its thorn

some may curse the very day they were actually born

but you got to wait your turn

one soul soars while the other will burn

like the world watch it turn

?

Rap to the rhyme & rhyme for a reason

its like the changing of the seasons without any reason

in time the seed would grow into a healthy stalk

come with me let's go for a walk

the more you breath the less you talk

folks in the numbers under the satin covers with home made lovers

by choice we often wander friends growing fonder hair getting blonder

the message is getting bolder have to look over your shoulder society's getting colder

yes that seed would grow into fruition to late on your tuition start listening

when I'm alone in my room then i stare at the wall in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call

like a bird please light the flame walk the walk away from the criminally insane

why should I complain I'm making the green bling living in a land so very mean


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