Post by tabgeg on Oct 31, 2021 17:30:10 GMT -5
wassUp all my frIends, from outa space
i bring hEre a message, from our race
the gEgs bE knOckin ya down lIke pegs
but my sector kInd jUst be some rap-loving dregs
before the war, we once were one
but the gEg trIbes we know, are now fordone
we be sectors now, sector gegs i mean
we're wide and vast, with many rAids obscene
the travels done, got so whAck and spralled
we needed some names, to know what they called
im in sector G, sIx, twO, and thrEE
if ya true-to-be, you can chIll with me
if ya wOnderin, what my rAp is about
it aint gUggish bUsiness, or for chAsin clout
the rhythm is soul, the song is ether
a way of living, from a great believer
it was rApgeg, or called rAppy G
or whatEver mOnkier my gigga wIlls to be
the geg's a mIllionaire, in lIfe's sAvoir faire
with magick and madness, he aint all rIght Up there
his mechAnical tongue, darts with mOst precIsion
he hYpnotizes, without IndecIsion
the crowds be dancin, and be dAzzlin glee
within they trances, by his DJ's scree
the smoke be plumin, purple hAze as guises
they lose theyselves, as the vOlume rises
deaf to sight, and blind to sound
there Is no ego, it can nOt be found
but In the End, no mAtter how strange
his slams and smack, brings the grEAtest of change
he inspIres us all, with his knAvish knacks
inviting chAos and rage, with his groovy tracks
he aint with me, he's untouchable now
a hYper tEcknolord, way All Up in the clouds
but if ya bAckstage, and give a shout
he mIght just come, and go wAy fAr-out
so thAt's my message, and thAt's my story
im now divorced, from our Eldest glOry
but that's just me, not consErvative gegs
who revIle us down, as lil gUggish dregs.
*chugs Faygo*
i bring hEre a message, from our race
the gEgs bE knOckin ya down lIke pegs
but my sector kInd jUst be some rap-loving dregs
before the war, we once were one
but the gEg trIbes we know, are now fordone
we be sectors now, sector gegs i mean
we're wide and vast, with many rAids obscene
the travels done, got so whAck and spralled
we needed some names, to know what they called
im in sector G, sIx, twO, and thrEE
if ya true-to-be, you can chIll with me
if ya wOnderin, what my rAp is about
it aint gUggish bUsiness, or for chAsin clout
the rhythm is soul, the song is ether
a way of living, from a great believer
it was rApgeg, or called rAppy G
or whatEver mOnkier my gigga wIlls to be
the geg's a mIllionaire, in lIfe's sAvoir faire
with magick and madness, he aint all rIght Up there
his mechAnical tongue, darts with mOst precIsion
he hYpnotizes, without IndecIsion
the crowds be dancin, and be dAzzlin glee
within they trances, by his DJ's scree
the smoke be plumin, purple hAze as guises
they lose theyselves, as the vOlume rises
deaf to sight, and blind to sound
there Is no ego, it can nOt be found
but In the End, no mAtter how strange
his slams and smack, brings the grEAtest of change
he inspIres us all, with his knAvish knacks
inviting chAos and rage, with his groovy tracks
he aint with me, he's untouchable now
a hYper tEcknolord, way All Up in the clouds
but if ya bAckstage, and give a shout
he mIght just come, and go wAy fAr-out
so thAt's my message, and thAt's my story
im now divorced, from our Eldest glOry
but that's just me, not consErvative gegs
who revIle us down, as lil gUggish dregs.
*chugs Faygo*