"It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes."
Singer, song writer, peacemaker, dollar pusher.
Join the crowd of the musically talented,
movers and shakers.
Off to the poetic circle where the peaceful crowd sit around learning new things
about each other as they battle it out on stage.
Not really, rhymes out my mouth.
Speak your mind.
Strong points, focused mind. Serious.
Commas, pauses, steady pace.
Be prudent, be careful.
Don't claim defeat.
Be on time, snap crackle pop,
pop goes the weasle on your oponents.
Only your rap matters.
Throw it up high!
No papers, just rhymes.
Blasting some poetry,
making beats out of paper cups.
That's how it all starts.
Put on some cool shorts and running sneakers, we'll hit the club and battle it out, freestyle.
Triple your language barrier, G-therapy and Shakespeare.
Mythology and Socrates.
"The roof is on fire, we don't need no water let the m...f......r burn,
Burn m....f....r burn."
I just made it hot in here, so take off all your clothes...
The nerd wins, applause...
More bow than bow wow.
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Poetry self explained. Nerds proclaim and win the race.