Hispanic attacks/ narco-corrido
I knew I wasn't going to be my best, but
There i was in the flesh, In front of my team and The anxiety of "my Brown-Boy-human seem" spoke like a "crazy-lucid-dream"
There i was brand new in my addidas speedo
Lookin like a blue star wars with a shade of sassafras-"Greedo"
My Words exhaled "not-in-english", but not yet a narco-corrido;
Against the slaughter of our groups VerbalFree flow my unique voice threw an awkward glow
My chest did a thrust,
I gasped like Pittsburgh's best klutz
Because i was high as "ye old gee-raffe nuts"
Shit really hit like a blunderbuss
Oh how I still had rust
Mediest meds! hear my roar!
Beam me into the sky and let me soar!
Oh! Boy! May "Hispanic attacks" come again no more!
David Ras
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