I found wilson
rappin'
slappin' the walls
of the stairhallsat 3 am
him and some friends
rhymin'
chimin'
the acapella hip hop
style
all the while
I'm lurking
irkin
cuz I ain't practiced my lines
and I, uh, trip
skip
drop the, uh, drip
like this
miss
a clue
why it's true
they got to be so violent
like they rent
styles
from the angry
not headed
for a degreebut me
I got to practice my words
so I can deliver curds
chunky funky lines
not of cocaine
but tap this brain
membrane
refrainreminds me of
arabic
poets
they deliever
disrespect
flow
its freestyle
rhymes of disgrace
fast paced
thought spinnin'
duel winnin'rya chanted "eternal
force"
I wuz beat boxin' hoarse
yonathan
spun the ethiopian
and ben
rocked the house withan
attribute
d
flattery
of the mastery
of the assembledI would write more but my feets are cold.
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