Rappa

I wanna be a rapper not a checkout chick

Who goes on the mic to get a price check on fish

I wanna be a rapper not a petrol pumper

Who walks around for months with oil stains on his jumper

I wanna be a rapper not a hoe backstage

At an Eminem show earning minimum wage

I wanna be a rapper

Don't wanna earn tips

I woulda been a damn pirate and bought me some ships

Dropping shells from this elixir spit

Precise in the moment targeting the hit

I got a secret but I won't release the info

I heard that you're a slave to the tempo

Slow fat boom beats hip hop intro

Sync it with experimental rap flows

Freak it with how your body will go

Then just tweak it and see how bright it will glow

Then just repeat it so it will go on some more

Then just leave it walk straight out the door

See I'm quick back and I'm fast to react

I got powerful wax like multiple back

I gotta check to see if I'm on the right track

Clickity clack quickity wack

See I find divine emission of the right rhyme

Knowing that it's my words I find

Bump and grind and soak in the shock

Hip hop's hitting ya licking ya from the top

Villa's gonna shift all the crops

She's gonna seize the moment then won't let you drop

Rapping on stage with enormous applauses

Having the people chanting my chorus

Rock simple and scream causes

You flock like sheep but I'm on horses

You can just feel throughout the forces

Come here cause I'm gonna enforce it