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Originally posted by Lanny_MacDonald+Dec 3 2004, 11:09 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Lanny_MacDonald @ Dec 3 2004, 11:09 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'> <!--QuoteBegin-RougeUnderoos@Dec 3 2004, 08:24 AM
Hey if it's so easy why don't you do it?
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Without further ado... spin me a beat!
Here’s my kick at the rap game
Which likely don’t seem sane
But it’s a fair and part of my aim
To make this rhyming junk look inane
Without backbeat its all the same
Fools with no tools look for acclaim
Hate filled messages they proclaim
Aren’t meant to strike others and defame
But if it works they shun their surname
In favor of some bogus trade name
Meant to project some street fame
When they are wannbe faker boehme
If their talent with music was real
They wouldn’t sample others and steal
Being lame on their own with no appeal
Praying for the fame of Shaquille
Hoping for a dollar and some new wheels
Selling their mothers eyes to make a deal
Taking a tough stance to conceal
No talent and less sex appeal
Rhyming in ways that seems so surreal
Instead of leaning instrument skills for real
Which would land a music deal
Like BB King and his lady Lucille
My rap it nears the end
But I will cease to even pretend
That my skills in this direction lend
Any hope for me to ascend
To the charts where I might transcend
The borders of which might portend
That any low brow fool can spend
A few minutes with pen and contend
To speak to the masses and defend
That his thoughts which condesend
And make the words which he recommend
More words in ways which befriend
A DJ spinning beats which he blends
The patterns which beliefs suspend
Maintaining hopes of a contract to apprehend
And continue this long tired trend
Of rhyming endlessly, I will append
Having no musical ability in the end
All of this comes to an end
When our hero does reoffend
And heads back to cell block… What up my #####!!!
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