Rap It Up I'll Take It

It's a new thing, makes you wanna swing While us MC's rap, doin' our thing It's not singin' like it used to be No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat It goes one for the money, two for the show You got my beat, now here i go I start to think and then I sink into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme Woke up this mornin About half past three All the womens in town Was gathered round me Sweet gals was a moanin Sylvester's gonna die And a hundred pretty mamas bowed there heads to cry six in the mornin police at my door fresh Adidas squeak Across my bathroom floor Out my back window i made my escape Don't even get a chance To grab my old scool tape some call it fate but I arise with my head held high in the sky a kiss on my cheek to help me get by rap it up I'll take it in the midnight hour the hour of power some may have to take a cold shower got my stero blasting but I'm still asking for prayers with a lot of layers have something to share thank God i'm still here