H: DON'T POP THE BUBBLE RAP LYRICS

DON'T POP THE BUBBLE RAP LYRICS

Move it feel the beat shake your meat,
Get up get around disco heat.
Shake it triple beat bustin loose,
Pump the sound feet a rocking your be humping.
Then my rhyme will surface for the purpose,
For you to purchase my rocking beat.
Like a quaver it melts with flavor,
Tunes to savor rhymes to favor.
Words are a gift your brain will shift,
Gearshift the tunes airlift to pen.
I don't plagiarize or vulgarize just memorize,
As my hands digitize rhythm will hypnotize.
All you vermin that determine,
My rhyme isn't fine just need to adapt,
To my lyrics that turbine that combine.
Like rainfall it's constant words that prowl,
Like wind that howls.

Chorus

Meter that charms,
Nod to the sound of the bell.
From a cell I now sell out of the jaws of hell,
Music that is reachable teachable,
Effectual intellectual,
Don't pop the bubble.

Raised in the dell life was hell,
Friends were rebels ended up in cells.
I thought swell need to escape so music I dwell.
Selling singles I tried to succeed,
I tried to musically feed.
Locked in my shed decks spinning,
My rhyme spread locked in minds.
People looked up to me as a figurehead.
Playing in pubs and clubs,
Folk thought I would buckle,
I just chuckled as my words,
Would suckle like hungry babies instead.
Still money was slow my rap would hurry that,
People went which was a worry.
Adopting a life of crime I was caught,
Now I rap all the time.

Chorus

Meter that charms,
Nod to the sound of the bell.
From a cell I now sell out of the jaws of hell,
Music that is reachable teachable,
Effectual intellectual,
Don't pop the bubble.

Like a kestrel my rap orchestral,
To the inmates now central.
They liked my cream rocked to my,
Theme dignity redeemed.
When I got out I hear my hymn,
On radios in the gym.
Cranium full of uranium plucked,
Plectrum created the rap spectrum.
I felt jissom again I felt,
Rhythm, again, sarcasm, again, orgasm again.

Chorus

Meter that charms,
Nod to the sound of the bell.
From a cell I now sell out of the jaws of hell,
Music that is reachable teachable,
Effectual intellectual,
Don't pop the bubble.

A man came to me said he liked my flavor,
You have song we will pay for,
I want to sign you up for mega money to savor.
Out of a jam I now swam headfirst into the charts.
My name is Charm,
Words napalm rhyme to embalm.
With a label bread on the table,
Bass spinning on the turntable,
Now able bank balance stable.
I never forget prisonship the hardship,
Or lost friendship.
Now a Prince rhyme that will mince,
Ever since I came back to the province.

Chorus

Meter that charms,
Nod to the sound of the bell.
From a cell I now sell out of the jaws of hell,
Music that is reachable teachable,
Effectual intellectual,
Don't pop the bubble.