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We got rhyme selections in a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez The party people scream, "oui oui, c'est vrai" 'Cause I got a remote for my bidet A-d-r-o-c-k I use the microphone like Picasso used clay Down with freckles from around the way Peace to Bambata and Jazzy Jay I rock on the mic from here to Bombay I give it my best and say come what may 'Cause everybody's got their dues to pay I'm looking sideways like my man Pele Gettin on like Ali boom ba yay So fed up with racism today Time to speak up and not turn away Make the sun shine when it's cloudy and gray Dip dip dive so-socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love you're in for a suprise It could be nice to be alive I'm taking doody rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like UltraBrite Created a monster with these rhymes I write Goatee metal rap please say goodnight Now here's a little something that you might not like My dj's name is Mix Master Mike It's a real pity that you people got to bite But I could understand because he sounds so nice Reading you the news cause I'm Country Mike Use a microphone like Shazam uses tights Try to keep clear of that hate and spite So I keep my mind still like the still of night Now who in the world do you want to fight It's against the system that we should unite Homophobics ain't alright If you larn to love then you might love life Dip dip dive so-socialize Open up your ears and clean out your eyes If you learn to love you're in for a suprise It could be nice to be alive Now you can shuffle numbers but facts is facts So many billionaires while so many lack So before the poor decide to react Come on party people and share up your stacks Now I'm a break it down to the brass tacks Do the Biz Mark dance and the cabbage patch You try to turn the key but then you broke the latch Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch I'd like to have a say on the income tax Bon't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts No money for health care so what's the catch The man got you locked with no key to the latch Mike and Adam have got my back You bring the mic and we'll bring the rap Turn on the P.A.
Approximate Word count = 478
Approximate Pages = 1.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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