Once Upon A Rhyme

Once upon a rhyme there were too many rappers Being too ridiculous Ripped like a little candy wrapper Reminding me of the three stooges Slapstick raps Performed by wack rap benefactors On the 5th day of Christmas everybody witness The wackness of rappers that stab others in The sixes, snack candy wrappers On the shelf at 7-eleven, are so cheap The line is never ending, 8 outta every 10 Are 9 times wacker than the eleventh Worst rapper, that I've ever heard of Thinking they'll copy 12 other rappers 13 reasons why by the time I'm done I'm just rhyming having fun On the 14th day of beers in the sun I got 15 more on the sea shore, vacation Is that 16 bars, I'm not sure On this occasion, but I'm just saving Every single word, every single little blurred And I know I get absurd when I'm spitting words And ya know I go berserk like a motherfucking monster But that's just me, this is the time that I feel so free This is for the kids who never had a chance This is for the kids who never had that helping hand This is for the kids who never could understand Why people are so cruel, but we rise above em man We rise above em man We rise above em man Grip the mic like a glass a whiskey, or a flask Guaranteed that he might get tipsy Write lightning tight right fight rhymes See the word puzzles, can be a trip, see Never muzzled like mutt But he'll scuttle like a butt And lead you into trouble, you know that You ain't in the cut, like me It's so perfect every motherfucking time I'm just an emcee, inspiration, needs that patience A foundation of salvation, stipulations, regulations Tribulations, that trip impatience Everybody always hating Thinking about the big picture it's vibrations And our effects on the world, the world as one nation Help one, then help two, and they follow Open a door today, someone saves a child tomorrow No more sorrow, I will borrow All of it in the pit of this song When you put it on, a message to be patient And see the inspiration in this nation that we're saving And when you're feeling lonely, and you're lowly Don't get mad at the world it's phoney bologna It might hit hard, but you hit back, go on the attack And smacks it's back, get it off yours Get it the other way around, don't fret Listen to the sound, listen to the sound Isn't it weird, how we all interpret things differently Some drive around in scuzzy beaters Some people drive Bentleys, no but seriously Back to the topic, I come up and I rocket And when I say I rocket, yes I mean a rocket Yes a lyrical jet pack not a god damn rock Would that make any linear sense The sinister sentences I'm saying Would make no linear sense, ah