Look, Mom. I'm rapping now.
And all my friends are laughing now.
They probably think I'm acting out.
But I don't care 'cause I'm about,
To flip this rhythm upside down:
A musical full turnaround
You can't ask me to turn it down.
As I sit tight and make up this sound,
Of cheerful sonic overbounds
With a melancholic underbound.
I've got thoughts of guilt pent up in mounds
And I hope you hear me clear and loud.
(Clear and loud, please)
Verse 2
(Believe this, believe that)
Paper empty, mind full, man I was struggling
I pen it down, then cross it out, I think I'm stuck again
Then on repeat from 5 to 9, I kept on hustling
My pen came out ROCK solid like I was wrestling
Now it's read 'em and weep
Got the type of ink that stinks so MCs smelling defeat
It's like I have to wash my soles and toes to drain out the reek
I got some more in store to tell you but I'll end with the beat
I'm gone