Forty-Eight Bars An Ode To Hip Hop

First, give me your ear, while I make this clear, One bar, thus far, just put me on the clock, Rocking my verbal gear, on a new block This year, making my presence known right here. Yes, the moment that "rappers" feared is near, Ending shocks that they were sending their flocks, Intorducing them to the POET, Doc, Getting "jocked," like they were waiting to hear. Hip Hop will never stop expressing words! The top prospects are the cream of the crop, Beating the flops, that all get shot like birds, Arresting the cheats with their heat like cops. Right now, the best test his right to be heard; Sonnet style strong, until the next verse drops!