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Rap To The Rhyme And Ryme For The Reason

bust up the beat to promote its tempo

 

taking you to places you need to know

 

rap is the harmony to take away my anxiety

 

not since the old famed Redd Fox boy that homeboy do think a lot

 

boogy down to the socks

 

I sit as a rose without its thorn

 

some may curse the very day they were actually born

 

but you got to wait your turn

 

one soul soars while the other will burn

 

like the world watch it turn

 

 

 

Rap to the rhyme & rhyme for a reason

 

its like the changing of the seasons without any reason

 

in time the seed would grow into a healthy stalk

 

come with me let's go for a walk

 

the more you breath the less you talk

 

folks in the numbers under the satin covers with home made lovers

 

by choice we often wander friends growing fonder hair getting blonder

 

the message is getting bolder have to look over your shoulder society's getting colder

 

yes that seed would grow into fruition to late on your tuition start listening

 

when I'm alone in my room then i stare at the wall in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call

 

like a bird please light the flame walk the walk away from the criminally insane

 

why should I complain I'm making the green bling living in a land so very mean

 

PAPI MARIO

I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation
Flow so sick you gotta give it medication
Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation
My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation
But let’s stick it quick to my man with the tricks
It’s me Papi Mario always acting so slick
If my raps were a candle Mario would be the wick
He would light up my face cuz this the life he’d pick
He writes so many poems you’d think he’s Dr. Seuss
He’s got so many tales you’d call him Mother Goose
And his precision so tight it’ll never be loose
He’s the Maine attraction when he’s the streetwalkin’ Moose
So lemme spit this fire like a dragon in the castle

 

My lines like the DMV always lookin’ like a hassle
We can go down south if ya wanna wrassle
But I ain’t holdin’ back I’m known to be an a**hole
But I love my uncle and all his rhymin’
Catch him forever in blue jeans like Neil Diamond
He can be silent with stripes when his lyrics are miming
But like an anachronism he ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the timing
So lemme sign off it’s been Gucci while it lasted
I’ll see you Christmas Eve while the party gettin’ blasted
This ain’t the first of the raps but nor is it the last bid
You might be the first on the mic but I surely ain’t the last kid

Fried Tanned Breast Pillows

 

 

luscious lips that i sip through a straw in my drawers leaving me crawling

 

but I'm not hiding cause I got fish for frying don't even catch me lying

 

got me game on with my forty ounce drink in my hand Black Label you all understand

 

used to keep a job down next to Hudson Valley wax in cars in their alley

 

one day there was a hold up hommies came by to roll up got capped in me knee

 

had no time to take a pee was so very late that day for my lady you see

 

must confess I was quite a bit of wreck falling apart at the seams in some twisted evil scheme

 

as high as the bumble bee go to look for its honey sugar was sweet cause I wanna be the man who brings home the money for my Playboy Bunny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waxing that ass in the late afternoon hearing an Al Green tune put me in the mood

 

Fried Tanned breast pillows so up your nose with a rubber hose to bring the noise

 

now is the time to shine the given place by which to ever shine so stand in line

 

bounce to the ounce more cushing on the cushion just don't bring home my second cousin throw her in the oven...

 

Her body was warm with looks to kill cheap thrills in the back of my car will go far

 

Then after shotting some pool down at Chuck's local bar will go far

 

got my car loaded with the body kit Camry rims so fire fat working too hard can give you a heart attack...

 

The way she move, the way she grove, they way she come complete from her head to feet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fast life now living in the zone even when I took my bitch home all alone

 

getting Shop Rite's two dollar pizzas with my own topping what else could deliver any better

 

Sweat from her hair greased the lining of my hand had licked her snatch twice and she bit me never understands

 

next we moved over to the sofa could treat her none but better put some Keith Sweat on the radio bust a nut in a rut trying to catch the tempo

 

But man that was ages ago and we had so long to go as an intellectual I had my moments

 

Crusing down to the pier trying to stare through the glare while i smoked fat blunts

 

Those were the days with a spice of life but it will make you think twice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had fried tanned breast pillows as she took a lot of time at the beach eating her favorite peach..

 

Relaxing, basking & laughing

 

We lived through it all now we can stand up ten feet tall cause we thought we knew it all

 

until the day she was hospitalized with cancer this was not a good answer from my private dancer..

 

we both sat alone with questions in our mind robbing us blind until we met the preacher man

 

now we both would understand living for to seeketh self to please out spreading the disease

 

this time we both got on our knees I arose to a brand new me surrendering was our final faithful plea

 

wasn't ourselves it must have been a dream so today we hold our heads up high

 

give rise to the God up above with his holy humble love

 

Rose Above The Flames

 

 

for I rose above the flame out holding my own in the rap game

 

spreading my dreams to take flight further upon the inner city

 

dropping beats with my magic wand can't we all get along was the song

 

I used to be a memory within the next century nothing phony just keeping it clean

 

bust a move you show improve you have to be in a very good mood

 

nothing is sweating in blown up perfection leaves you secong guessing

 

got pioneers bars drinking chapagne and licking the caviar in charge

 

got to get ready as i'm driving in my Chevy feeling nothing heavy

 

folks got there own thing feeling the swing ain't nothing mean a damn thing

 

rap isn't for losers the wanna be chosers with the Bruce Jenner juicers

 

its a falacy to take things from me although some folks may disagree

 

getting caught up in the melody too late to be a felony arm me with harmony

 

got bars that cook got rhymes that flow bust up the beat to increase its tempo

 

telling you which way you should go to get the good blow why don't you know

 

 

 

such as Felix and Oscar was there anyoe hotter the pair deserved each other

 

so why do you even bother my brother Stevie Wonder when he's going under

 

no one is perfect so get off your high hat don't even know how to react

 

preachers need to start off as teachers so they can stay close to the meter

 

when the ball drop at times square do you even know in what to wear

 

the radio was playing my favorite song so can't we all get along

 

there needs to be great unity stored up inside of you & me

 

not some fantasy that turns into reality its not the real thing queen

 

we need to stand strong holding our own with are hand on the phone

 

voices, choices and promises

 

 

 

walk with me talk with me in my reality

 

words can't express what i must confess as much of life is but a mess caught up in a twist

 

sorry that I missed my chance to tell you the truth as I was tied up in knots

 

when there's a dozen of pots in my sink

 

can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought

 

some times its hard you see to make a bit of sense of what's inside of me

 

what is one willing to achieve while their coming apart at the seams

 

there is a lay a way when folks make my day giving me time to pray

 

outdoor parties with cheers drinking lots of beers with many tears

 

makes you think a lot when your boggying down to your socks

 

need to stand firm as one soul soars the other will soon burn

 

best you wait your turn cause life is full of lies it will take you by surprise

 

Flames of Gold

Just like the famed Kidd Capre I'm out here building up my sweet legacy
Have you ever been down to the lowest pit & you realized no one gives a shit
life can be so strange when your out here playing with the rap game
it used to be something maybe its a thing of the past that rhyme would last
steady as my hand creates the melody with creative bars of variety
many just do what they please when their out spreading the disease
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man bringing home the money
nothing phony its all been done before the crowd outside is cheering for more
but i wear my sunglasses at night to see the light of the police cars I got bars
chosen to mix I must confess that life is one big test got to get this

the streets are so phony when your broke with no money offering no opportunity
as a casual calamity getting stuck in the middle playing second fiddle
got to watch my rhymes falling in the right lines the ab, ab, ab sequence
better watch your step I'm here to confess I'm still the crowd pleaser don't want nothing else neater...
with flames of gold you will do as you are told until the very rights to your are sold
all the world is a stage and the people are actors like your playing a game of the X Factor
The Ghetto peeps be blasting their stereo folks are pimping their rides where you get the good blow...
meeting peeps for a block party with burgers and beer having your forty in your glory
The Ghetto folks think they know ya even from the girl that blown ya
nothing can take you higher where you can flirt with the fire

Arm me with harmony as I then approach the valley folks are kind a stuck up with their noses in the air..
The rich become richer the quick become quicker just don't call me late for dinner
From the high class they can kiss my ass cause I'm proud of where I came not pulling any names...
Graduation, ex communication & bringing home the bacon
Intellectuals, Philosophers & no it all's together no matter what the weather I'm as light as a feather...
so let me tie this all together where all the melting pot of society suckers playing in the game of reality
from all colors & denominations best we all take a break on a long vacation
so why are you sweating when I'm confessing how true rap truly shines
to all of my critics you see you can kiss my fat behind cause hustlers want to pimp me and bitches want to be with me cause this is my reality

 

Flirtin With Fire ( Blowin It Up !!)

flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire
 her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes
 bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality
 in society we got hidden games you see with peeps working on their degree
 come carry me through the philosophical mockery of what one is willing to achieve
 got bars that soar got bars so good right their in the hood we used to go
 bust up the inner beat to increase the tempo show you the way to go
 got Tony Snow with all the blow up his nose he snorts out his sleeve
 Monumental in his presidential working on the wall sits in his ivory tower ten feet tall
 No it all in his hideaway its just a getaway to Twitter knowing nothing better
 if you got money to roll and all that cash to blow bust up the beat to increase the tempo

 Got bars sipping green tea leaves in my souped up Camry everybody see me
 gravitate to create a rhyme filled with hate I comtemplate to date
 hip to be square as i wear your fathers underware what he don't no why bother
 in the streets in the hood kicking the tin can making everybody understand
 in my field od dreams living in a world so very mean where people scream
 everybody wants a piece of me while I hold my head up so happily
 the hood is no good while your sweating best you be forgetting the message we are treading
 let them keep you second guessing as you ponder your home up a yonder
 I'm a strong leader not a follower yet of the savior with stereo nor caper
 hear as i serve every word in a hot plate filled with love created from heaven up above

 now that David Cassidy is gone its hard to sing another happy song
 the seed that was dropped out of a farmers bag has grown leave everyone alone
 limited time almost left yet I must confess the bet is not one quite yet
 isn't it a tragedy that folks are blinded from reality in its plain course destiny
 what are we willing to achieve when it comes down to you and me
 playing the game of reality there is so much to believe and be free
 yet freedom isn't free there's a price tag to it although there's nothing to it
 Black Panthers against the clan when will both understand the hunger inside
 Al Gore doing climate control amidst Trump's death toll but I guess that's how he roll
 little fat boy in North Korea call him the little cheater until he gets knocked to the floor

 Flirtin with fire blowin it up right upon the masses never second classes
 like O.J. Simpson fresh out of prison what were they thinking
 my words can be simple my words can be fresh taking everybody down to the test
 like Bill Cosby licking another jello pudding pop that homeboy do think a lot
 we got the cops in cars the local bars never saw a woman so alone
 throw the dog a new fresh bone as far as he may roam
 flirtin with fire cause I'm sexy have you missed me they say you want to kiss me
 now is the final time to think things over amidst disorder my brother or why we even bother
 a new day is upon us bust out a beat with Sonic but we always stay on it
 brand new day to shine amidst this final rap line with all the heads that are walking blind

 

 

Mario Vitale Dead Presidents Rap

https://soundcloud.com/jayboicarti/mario-vitale-dead-presidents

 

 

 

I'm the man on the mic that's my right

 

the virtual Houdini always shining

 

but deep inside I got pain that hides

 

eating away my delivery of who I be

 

so I kick it to the curb at your word

 

I got raps that raise the anxiety please

 

gonna knock you to your knees

 

seeing the suckers bleed

 

got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell

 

but I got a great story to tell

 

I'm the over weight lover Mario Vitale

 

spreading out love making sweet history

 

we each go through things

 

another door bell rings

 

an explosion deep inside

 

we all want to run away & hide

 

see you on the flip side squeeze

 

gonna knock you to your knees

 

many folks just do what they please

 

so I took my ride down to the ocean

 

Surf & turf with some magic lotion

 

sipping on Pepsi cause that's my potion

 

see I got high hope for the underground

 

kicking vibrations with a brand new sound

 

can't we all just get along

 

Rap through the pain in your midnight hour

 

screaming shame with your pain & sorrow

 

onto soaring heights like a young G in the night

 

never relent to ever give up on the fight

 

it's a spice of life with cheap thrills it still pay the bills

 

taking all those pills yet knock on wood I'm not dead

 

got a lot rap beats flowing through my head

 

it's the living dead

 

stop me now or i'll have a face full of lead

 

Word

 

Arm Me With Harmony

Arm Me With Harmony

 

 

 

the sweat on my hand is a visible thing

 

am I talking irrational as if philosophical

 

why does one equate logic with fear

 

I shed a tear to numb the pain

 

sparks pertrude through my voice as if a flame

 

yet deep inside I search for a reason why

 

the streets are filled with fly bys

 

everyone is getting a little bit high

 

one word to the wise we are left with a stress test

 

getting caught up in the mix with such an evil twist

 

as we parted ways hold your head up high and be brave

 

some people use reverse psychology yet in reality there just phony

 

alone with their innocence some even give a shit getting caught up in the mix

 

 

 

put your thinking caps on cause I got this song of how we can all get along

 

some freaks in the sheets are working on their beats

 

rap isn't dead cause I got crazy beats flowing through my head

 

hommie Luke Brice got capped in the back of his head now he's the walking dead

 

working to hard can give you a heart attack we tend to over react

 

sharp words in your tone you don't even need a megaphone

 

just like the movie Home Alone we got guys like Pesci taking over

 

under cover bosses spreading out upon the masses

 

the fly in the air only on first classes

 

yet what is the basis to the extreme aura I come to store a unique aura

 

busy as a bee floating through the trees all of life is but a mystery

 

 

 

still I got something up my sleeve

 

back in the hood where it's all good

 

Ice Cube & Eazy E

 

turning sadness to gladness falling back on that ass

 

no one in this life gets by on a free pass

 

like the underground sound you still want me around

 

some friends flipping burgers and fries does it come at no big surprise taking heed to those lies...

 

Arm me with harmony for my face in lights with the good night fights

 

music ain't the way it used to be Professors need to get another degree

 

watch me now I'm going down so is the rest of this song

 

Sweat The Technique

https://soundcloud.com/mario-vitale-585774765/sweat-the-technique

 

 

 

There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine
pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead
Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation
A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
Satan the god of this world is blinding good people
Peeps stay at home when they can be at the church steeple
Sex on the beach maybe your favorite drink
But I can't dismiss this earthly bliss in thought
Once a soul is sold it can't ever be bought
Drop some smooth lyrics out on the sunset scene
Living in a land that is so very mean
when I roll of you captures you better be ready
Girl you got a bun in the oven by your kissing cousin
Sweat the technique from your head to your feet
Bare with me son cause you can't do me none
Poetics to poetry we must see reality
search the hood just like Robin Hood
then there's the Maiden Mary Ann who has a plan
yet the battle ensues as you sing the blues
a lot of suckers like to forget me but they can't
start this cause I'm the artist
walk with your head up when I hear whacked rhymes it's a set up
All the brothers don't eat chicken & watermelon
so now what are you selling
let's get back to hip hop in what it meant to Scott Larock
keep your head up & look to the sky
Sweat the technique as you sit in your seat
Right from your head right down to your feet
Got to get in the zone busting out rhymes like Home Alone
we came this far not to turn back now
can't turn around when your hands on the plow
yet in the end I choose to be a soldier in the army of God
got to stay in school & obey the golden rule
only one life is soon to be passed only what's done for him will last
we got followers with no good leaders
blood in the streets & there needs to be better education
many take a break on a long awaited vacation
the crowd is ready & me feet is steady
until my last breath I must confess a rhyme that shines
sex, drugs & rap for some is where its at
so you slip & fall giving you a heart attack
rap & roll is noise pollution
take my magic wand as a sure fire solution