Hit Repeat
Hit Repeat
Written by Rebekah Shipp
June 6, 2016
When this sick beat drops
And you find yourself lost
Bass ALL up in your ears
And your eyes start to tear
When the treble pops your lid
It’s Casablanca all over again
Cause all I hear you sayin is “here’s lookin at you kid”
It’s too fast
You too fast
Flying lyrics off my tongue too fast
Suddenly I’m on your mind in a flash
Suddenly you know I’m here to last
It’s so much fun
Rhyming on my tongue
Like Celeste be sayin’
You better run, run, run
Throwing lyrics so quick
You must be stunned
Go, go, go, you got this son!
So please don’t fight
You know I’m right
I throw ‘em so swift
I’m outta sight
I must be tight
To the left & to the right
Everybody hold on with all your’ might
Cause it just might be
That thing you see
In the rear view mirror, Listening
Staring back at me
Whispering
We try so hard to keep it clean
We Riled up
Toasted up
I’m in your mouth
You know what’s up
So shut up
With that bass in your truck
Tryin’ to drop some bars
With your face in the mud
So please say a prayer for me
At night before you go to sleep
Before you drift & start to dream
Please plug me in and hit repeat!
So listen up carefully
we rollin up & down these streets
your bars are droppin to your feet
You know you can not count on me
Cause I’m the one
I’m still not done
Beats blazin on you like the sun
Yes I have won!
Now you have gone
deep down inside you still want some
Now lets try this one more time
Cause I am yours and you are mine
You think you Cash, then walk the line
Just like in time
As fine as wine
I keep on goin side by side
I keep on goin
Rhyme after rhyme
This is crazy
I can’t stop
I hit the mike
As his beat drops
I hit the stage as my flow rocks
I hit the page
My pen won’t stop!
What?! What?! How can this be?
He does it so dang naturally
His bass so sick
His bass so ill
My eyes wide open
Body chill
I call it null
He call it nill
I call it shrimp
He call it krill
I call it pane
It’s window sill
Now don’t you fret, I got the bill.
And now we done with this at last
It always ends up with a crash
And you got mad cause you got trashed
And now you sad cause you ain’t fast!
Don’t be sad…
Copyright © Rebekah Shipp | Year Posted 2016
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