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Breakin all the Rules


So I'm the guy who can't sing That its not a reality, just a foolish dream Another one handed piano player A poser, never a creator The same people who say rapping's not an art Consider Langston Hughes apart But if a drum played behind on of his rhymes It would be fine because they think their age would show Since they really don't care about what they don't know To wise to see any new art through their eyes So I'm breakin all the rules The guy who can't sing is going to wail Playing the piano with only one hand And at the bridge? Their will be a Rap. And if you don't like that you can call the grandfather, Scat. Or the great grandfather, the famous Poetry. Because the truth is: Just because I don't follow convention, and I sing with vibrato. Does not mean their is no place I can go.
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