Wearing Under Armour shoes, not running,
Then the words randomly start coming,
Sometimes I don't listen to any rapping,
Just got the beat booming and baping.
Feel the intention behind every drumloop,
Melodies set in motion, my mind compute.
One foot in front of the other, moving at pace,
A rhyming believer but my name's not Ma$e.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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- Published: May 23rd, 2025 10:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
It is the heartbeat
Indeed.
Good write Mase, erm, SB. lol. Who is he?
A rapper lol.
Rap is poetry in music with meter and rhyme. Nicely done
Cheers!
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