Rapping Is My Hobby

I wish I can have it all,

A shoe box full row of ones like some crayons,

Stand on my feet for eight hours,

Watch these claws cause they plotting on me like some cotton,

I don't like to share the mic wit nobody,

It'll take a stack to get me started,

Hardly had anything to eat I ain't see a mill all day,

Folks like to crowd me like cats in the doorway,

What you know about me, I just slid in the room,

And grabbed a seat like I'm jumpin' a broom,

Money on the couch I'm just waitin' for it to continue,

Ya'll folks got issues I hope my rhymes don't offend you,

Yeah it'll open up some knowledge,

Put the wise all in you,

Lend you time if you need the space,

I'm just saying it just isn't that simple,

By now you should know what to do,

If I'm ain't than I'm tellin' you,

I hear a lot of yellin' put it in a sentence like a spellin' bee,

Easy, I can tell ya knees shakin' cause I'm about to drop,

This flow is hot these amateurs standin' too close to the pot,

I'm ready to rock these syndromes gettin' ready to shock,

Right off the top my dome don't need a nob to get in,

I got these words crop more curses then a pen,

Third base you get in my shoes ain't ya size if ya kiddin'

Is you kiddin' care who mills it is an' I ain't got no feelings,