Teenage boy sitting on his bed Thinking up rhymes all the time If you were in my shoes Youd have a lot going through your mind Taking it out on a drum beat A through to zee, thats complete Im white like pie crust Why rap, cos I must Simply put its poetry in motion Youre straight from the can Im fresh from the ocean Plenty more fish in the sea though But not quite like me bro Ill roll out red carpets Five star is my target Aiming for best in the market Ill never give ya beef Even if you ask for it Available for take out So you can bring home the bacon Why not dine with g, theres a fine table waiting Ink leaking onto the page like an oil slick This type of creativity, ya cant foil it But state schools always manage to spoil it Put that in your pipe and smoke it Tar and nicotine, up in a jibjab Trip on that like slippery tiles beneath your flipflops Poison your lungs Til... shit stops
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