Rap on,
Spit the mic wet,
Make yourself heard,
Except your every word.
Hide behind the bellicose,
Bopping on the spot,
The crowd's drunk anyway,
Doesn't matter what you got.
Scratch decks are searing,
His handwork your God,
Onlookers may be keeling,
But still they'd look agog.
Night's at an end,
DJ begins packing.
You take the applause,
A fraud,
Forever lacking.
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