the black harry potter
The black harry potter
There once was a street scholar that knew he could rap. He thought his turntable was worth more than gold so he sold it. He was still able to look in his book. He was going to a audition but he knew he would need a hook to his lyrics. He stayed up all night to get his rhyme tight. When he got to the audition he was late. He knew he was destined fate. He knew he had the skills to pay the bills.