I rhyme to rap
and bring some pop
into the field
to show them who they call the kid
this kid had grown
no more a new born
I can smash
and I can push
the words
which are like swords
that can cut heads
and can stop minds
I will show them what is rap
and end there hiphop
and stop there jazz
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