This is my first time to rap, you might be inclined to laugh
And think it's kinda crap, or might infact agree this guy is packed
Fulla rhymes n facts, Timin exact, so fine I`m pract-ically obliged to brag
once the mic is clasped inside the tightest grasp ur mind is trapped,
Beseech you, leave you no time to unwind or nap
Cos line after line is slaps, my saliva smacks n bites n stabs,
A Sligo Chap who can write a rap as well as any Irish lad can fight or scrap,
I`m sicker than the wicker man with a can of liquor high on crack Drivin cabs,
Brain is fucked, Rhymes so mad I give my own mind da crabs,
Pilin slabs, each line is designed to climb da stack,
Risin ranks not goin' round the crowd, sides or flanks,
reducing past kings to drag queens and flyin flags,
Fryin' fags, Rappin lyrically with masculinity is a dyin fad,
And i`m strikin back, with violent acts of rhyme on tracks,
It's Irish rap 'n you lost ur spot so bad you can't find da map
You can try n catch me but ur behind n gaspin in the final lap,
When I write i unite white n black 'n make every eye smile or laugh,
But, I`ll stick to the white paper n black ink if you think my raps a stinkin pile a crap!
Don`t get bugged out about the structure, this is written for audio, and i have the rhythm in my head. it works perfectly. Just gimme some feedback on it anyway, let me know what you think!