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
