rap king rap

 —WOOF!—

The Black Cat barking from the roof!/

Aloof/

The files of the hip hop sleuth!/

With the proof/

Soon to make buffoons go poof!/

With the TRUTH!/

Uncouth!

But still manage to stay so smooth!/

(WOOH!)

You fake MCs are just a spoof/

One tooth/

I been on this since a youth watching Keith Kountz/

Got you kings running like it's John Wilkes Booth in the booth/

Forget a boot I'm kicking these rhymes with a hoof!/

While you trip & fall on a root—ya big goof/

I'm blazing trails, paving routes with a troop screaming like, "THIS IS SPARTAAA!" "AROO!"/

Wait, wait, why you mumbling?!/

Glum chum why you grumbling??/

Humdrum dumb chump why you stumbling?/

Fumbling on a gum stump, son come again??!/

This ain't no lover land, young man why you ain't rumbling?!?!/

NOW! IM ON THE GROUND WITH THE CLOUDS!!/

YOU ASK "HOW"—I TURNED THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN!/

WILD! I’M ON THE STAGE WITH THE CROWD!!/

WHEN I’M LOUD, don’t nobody make a sound/

Elm City! I am an Elm City priest/

Don't think it's called Elm City because of some pretty trees/

No, no no... it's called Elm City ‘cause so many Freddies in these nitty gritty inner city streets/

So quick shoutout to the homies in the bing though!/

Wishing they could set a "N" free like it's Bingo/

Oh, oh, oh oh oh/

From where time moves in slow-mo/

So you a lucky MC if you ain't gone against me/

I'm a flying car, you’re just a rusty ten speed/

I don't tussle gently, I'll say you suck & can’t read/

So you a touchy MC...don't touch or tempt me/

a pacifist or a passive fighter/

I been through hell but somehow made it past the fire/

& I don't burn trees, so don't pass the fire/

But I brought some pacifiers for you sucka MCsssss!!!/

...Bow & arrows!/

That's all you gon see if you approach my castle!/

I'll make you hug yourself with a rope & lasso/

Then appears the black mask with the cloak & dagger!/

Not fiction! This is non-fiction!/

If you strike a match you can predict hot friction/

you can't sneak a king with precise night vision/

I'll make a coward of the most frightening apparition!/

So hide (Hyde) Jekyll/

& you sly devils/

I'm a wise rebel/

On the ninth level/

With some wide knuckles/

& a wry chuckle/

I can time travel/

& my eyes twinkle/

When my rhymes echo/

In the night through the quiet meadows/

I got a sickle for a sicko if he wanna stickle/

And heckle, brittle pickle pumpernickel punks with freckles/

Wouldn't lift a shekel, give a nickel

For your little fickle spittle speckle trickle tickle/

I'd much rather kiss a prickle/

So save your reviews/

You ghost critics be see-through/

Just let this spit leap through

Your screen—3D view/

3, 2—There's more action soon to come/

this is just a preview—1/