Treasure Island

Rishi Menon

(12-Feb-1997)

A Rap Song


hey man, its about the rap
science teaches us ascent of sap
now we are the no. one chap
but some people think its just crap

to make a rap you need to be cool
you cant be like any other fool
to make one you dont go to school
you've got to be at the top and rule

to make a rap you need concentration
its not as easy as decimals or fraction
a tortoise has really slow action
magnetic fields have force of attraction

a finished rap sounds really good
it sounds just like a real rap should
making a rap that everyone could
some people wont and some just would

Rishi Menon,11 years.

Submitted: Saturday, November 01, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, September 18, 2012

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  • Uche Chidozie (12/27/2011 1:09:00 AM)

    Bravo, bravo kid you got that with the rhymes and flow, everything make you good in that aspect. (Report) Reply

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