Sometimes, I feel as if I can almost grasp the experience of the Rapmen.
I too feel boisterous and extravagant. My apartment boasts plenty of natural lighting and tapestries from far off lands.
If only I possessed a funky beat, and rhythm, and skills.
Oh well, even if I can never fit it to sixteen bars, I know the love and arrogance still beats in the chambers of my heart.
Rapping.
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