It will forever be my favourite type of rap,
This new mumbling / autotune is pure cack,
Feel it in your system, boom, boom, bap.
Afrika Bambaataa is dead, he abused kids,
Assholes are silenced with dollars and quids.
The true foundation was built upon lyricism,
Messages and talent have now gone missin'.
I was off to see M.O.P. next month in Manchester,
See Tickets e-mailed me, these cancellations test ya.
Travis Scott and Playboi Carti demonic as Uncle Fester.
Good feel tunes have really gone straight out the window,
Low vibrational rappers now put on a satanic horror show.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Comments3
Funny how change always becomes the same just a different wrapper (rapper)
Haha nice.
I don't know the guy! lol.
Good lol.
Shaun, that “boom, boom, bap” line really anchors the whole thing…you can feel the rhythm shift right there. It pulls the reader into that older sound and sets the tone for everything that follows. Nicely done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks mate.
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