Mr E - Beet (Rap #4)

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This is rap #4 of my homemade raps.

This is a rap that I made almost 6 months ago that I finally edited and finished up.  The beat is made by my buddy Keith Navoa, aka Stacion.

Lyrics: 

lame day, weak pay, weeks pay couldn't preserve my name sake,

9-5 just to reserve what they take,

For god's sake forsake gods they're all fake,

our solution evolving media, I do declare Wikipedia

source of facts non-fiction, depiction of her curvature the only

link that's missing,

next up is a special edition

of the mischief your missing

listen, and im'a christen these air waves

like stairways to heaven seven merry men

gather round my rhetoric screaming amen, pretend,

that you don't owe my mental den consisting of ryou and ken

one- the president's head

 silent and dead , irrelevant, Stacion and Mister E are sub urban sent,

and solely meant to keep your mind bent

in all of the right directions, this social section is where we hold elections

for the globes hardest erections,  hmmmm 

chose anarchy due to filibuster bullshit malarkey

and requests for endless pension, somebody stop these beat fiends arrest them

for causing cardiac arrest in less than half the rap population testing

these tunes with android cellphones and metronomes that only click

when left alone,  fully grown

we dwell in zones sanctioned for garden gnomes,

and roam near home with a fluid poem rolling of our bottom lip

quick tip, empty lungs and bottle it, allow it to ferment to fit

don't just sit there ,  harness hip hop hustle hissy fit,

sell that shit as sparklit

garnish roaring applause you get with redic rhymes writ as hits

holster on your hip all the extensive vocab that you can equip

never quit

no matter the stakes its worth every bit

every last moment,

as if a roman, open coliseum

moon glowing, crowd roaring

we spread  these beats to every single scene

and oversee hobbits

murdering dark kings, one ring to rule every mc seething, 

fangs lashed, and heart beating faster

anxious to meet with the caster,

the mage rapper,  inventory full with flow blasters

banned from scrabble, creation, and disaster,

if you want it faster collect some mental castor and pour on the up tempo plaster

and forever after we understand the everafter , my species please

only riddle me this,

the forgotten trick...

to remain insane

long enough to be your own master