Here’s my little poetry rap,
Feel the rhythm and its massive attack,
I spit the words and rocks crack,
These are the foundations that keep me on track,
I love everybody be they white or black.
When I build up momentum
Then I can’t be stopped,
In the next moment
You hear the mic drop,
All of a sudden it goes pop-puh pop,pop
And I hear the sound as the door locks,
I see the hands spin
On the time clock,
Then banging on the door
As opportunity knocks,
Let’s go and have big fun
Round my neighbourhood block,
Try as you may I won’t be mocked
Because this is the house that Faux rocked.
(Thought I’d have a bit of fun with this 🤪😁🙏Faux)
Omg! 😄🥳 Love it.👌👌
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Would love to see you rap at an open mic.
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😂 that would be fun 🤪🙏💛 Faux
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