A rap
One pop two pop three pop
That’s the rap and it wont stop
Climbing till I get to the top
Get in my way and you get bop
To these beats you wanna hop
Ra after rap is what I drop
So fresh cream of the crop
Rap about anything and in pieces I dissect and chop
Writes words that don’t make sense
Lines that don’t sound the best
I make it sound good regardless
You mad and hate you just jealous
Have a heart don’t be heartless
Just dance grind and bump
Get over any obstacle
No matter how big the hump
1000 ft I’m lifted watch be jump
so when you see me dropping raps
its called popping like that
I don’t battle
I straight up attack
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