See if you format verses of rap as if they were poems, and then put the rapper’s real name at the end, they become poems. This is why rap is absolutely okay in my books.
shootin’ stars all around her - fire, comets
i could bring her through and shut ‘em down - onyx
no you not imaginin’ they lookin’ at you - long stares
even though she standin’ out she look like she belongs here
you feel the hours pass until you find somethin’
i feel like when she moves
the time doesn’t
yeah - baby you finer than yo’ fine cousin
and yo’ cousin fine but she ain’t got my heart beatin’ double time
you just shut it down girl
who told the cops where the party was?
why do i feel like i’ve found the one?
what’s in these shots that you ordered us?
damn - i mean you sure know how to paint a town
ever since you came around it’s obvious you shut that thing
down
- an extract from Aubrey Graham’s ‘Shut it Down’
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