Rap-Song Poetry ( Rhythm Talking ), ” Wrapping Up A Rap “

Wrapping Up A Rap

Imaginary Rap Song, By “Laura Rooney”

You can hardly stand me
when you don’t have my candy
and you can think me body
holy hole for slick man

Hey no, hey no, hey no, see this:

I’ve got my new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

Stand down, stand down
little man, foul dude

You can hardly stand me
when you don’t have my candy

Hey me world you can see
I’m a decent person
raising baby up-up

he can be one who loves, loves
all the very likes of me-me
many nights like shiny Knight
’cause I can know that we can shine —

we love, we love
I know it, know it, let me

feel it, feel it
know when sun shine’s beaming
know my son is shining
born to Queen me–

he must, he must
’cause I can love him decently
me being lovely
gracious stirring movie star
could be, could be

I must shine, I must shine
we love the world
give a chance, give a chance

Stand down daddy dude
and say hey you turkey,

take your rap and diddy bop
’cause you don’t claim my booty

Got my earnest new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

He can be the tallest one
though he is kind’a short, but
don’t you fret ’cause he’s all set
the cutest greatest cat alive, and

truly I can tell you that
he loves us, baby and me
like movie stars and stars in sky

we are lovely things to him,
as beautiful as he is

’cause we’re here
here, here, joy boy

I must shine, I must shine
we love the world
given a chance, give a chance

he is so tall for us
as if we’re giants, yes
baby, me, and
downtown dude,
we love without a rap

Stand down daddy dude
and say hey you turkey,

take your rap and diddy bop
’cause you don’t claim my booty

My man’s not no fatty cat
and knows his business toil; passionate
he’s got loyal love so Royal
to love his life, the world, and
my little baby too

hey baby’s daddy, you can just
take your rap and diddy bop
’cause you don’t claim my booty,
jerk down, jerk along
little man ain’t got no sterling standing

stand down little tall dude
I don’t care for you-you

And you ain’t got the me-me
coming from the freed me

You can say you stood tall
speaking in your deep voice
standing tall like big shot
thinking like your scum is all

Stand down, stand down
I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you’ve done
You don’t help me anyway

Baby’s Daddy brag, brag
rapping to your empty friends
Big shot, big shot
Bang, bang, bang

Good God
don’t let your boys
grow up to be homey Cowboys
or joking little rapping stars

They’ll stand tall as
betrayal can be, so don’t let
them rope a calf and have
a leg up to crimes of little love
just because their posse can
hide in their tiny pride, but
they ain’t no lions in morals and glee, see
there ain’t no moral among thieves with
chips on angry shoulders and don’t cry on me
’cause I didn’t do nothin’ but be hope
where I know that
knowledge is power
even to me, yes, even to me

I’ve got my new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

Y’know I could tell you
a thing or two if joined, and
if you’d not call me traitor
making me belabor points

Stand down, stand down
I don’t care what you do
I don’t care what you’ve done
You don’t help me anyway

I’ve got my new man
sweetest caring earner
going far and moral

Really, we wish you well
to wake up too to
music of the very hearty

— Douglas Gilbert

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