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Rap Music is Track 07-Episode 01 of my ’40 Years Too Late’, five-album series. The song was the first single from this first album and was written by DJ Ron Nelson and produced by Bo Faat in Germany after a hook-up from Thrust. This was this song that give me my confidence to keep writing, rapping and producing. It was my first try at writing lyrics and structuring a song to a beat that was sent to me. When I sent it back to Thrust, I didn’t like it, but he loved it. Visit djronnelson.com to see and hear more.

RAP MUSIC | DJ Ron Nelson | Producer Bo Faat

Please turn up the microphone 

Yo, lemme kick some rhymes

And talk about some girls 

Hip-hop music’s on fire

All over the world 

Canada

In America

In Europe

People choose it 

Africa, in Jamaica 

In Japan

People use it 

Everybody cheer

Everybody there

Loves Hip-hop music

People over here 

People everywhere

They love rap music

Yeah

What you want

A history lesson

That ain’t gonna happen 

I just feel like kicking rhymes 

Yeah, I do that sometimes 

So, here I go 

I got rhymes of sale

I got rhymes in store 

I got lyrics for life

I got lyrics galore 

Rhymes in my head

Like butter on bread

Rhymes for the living

Rhymes for the dead

I got a girl named Jilly 

Smoked a phat philly 

Floating like a Lilly 

She’s dancing jiggy

Jilly’s always willie

Hotter than a grilly 

We did it on the hilly

I didn’t wear a jimmy

Jill’s real spilly 

Her mans always busy

Her best friend, Suzie

Drives with an uzie!

Suzy gave me booty

Said it was her duty

She’s so nasty 

This is what she asked me 

Have you ever killed a man

Have you ever shot a gun 

Have you ever been to prison 

Have you been on the run

Have you been a demon

Went and hit your woman

And if she’s from the ghetto

Did she stab you with her stiletto 

Jills best friend is a liar

She told me I could try her

She said her roof’s on fire

And that’s what she desire

I did not feel inspire

I pumped her like a tire

Cause I had love for hire 

So glad I found a buyer

If she loves you

Then she’ll bone you

Online 

She’ll try to troll you

For that pound

She thinks I sold ya

And for the cash 

You think I owe you

If your clutch starts to stick 

She’ll tow you

If you’re a candle wick

She’ll blow you

You need stitches

Then she’ll sew you

She likes bitches

That’s what she told you 

She likes girls 

She loves them good

Just say the word 

And you know she would 

Sometimes these girls 

Are misunderstood

I’m their carpenter 

I’ve got the wood 

I forget lyrics

That comes with age

I’m gonna rage

When I’m on stage

But wait

Tear up the page

Look through the gage

That girl’s under age

I got rhymes of sale

I got rhymes In store 

I got lyrics for life

I got lyrics galore 

Rhymes in my head

Like butter on bread

Rhymes for the living

Rhymes for the dead

Canada

In America

In Europe

People choose it 

Africa, in Jamaica 

In Japan

People use it 

Everybody cheer

Everybody there

Loves hip hop music

People over here 

People everywhere

They love rap music

Yeah

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