It’s 2 pm and riding down the block
Sun’s shining bright and I watch the birds flock
I’ve got a big grin, not a care in the world
99 problems but not one is a girl.
Thinking today I might go step in the booth
Drop a few bars just like it’s a baby tooth
With the drive of a Ford, and the speed of a Toyota
I won’t step out until I meet my music quota
This isn’t for the cash, now how could you be so daft?
Fake artists don’t do it for the love of their craft.
Anyone can rap, see. But me? I’m a poet
I’ll take you on a voyage and bring you back before you know it.
Lyrics take you back and you dream of before you grew up
But some rap haunts you; you could call it Freddy Krueger
When it comes to rapping for fun, you see I’m second to none.