This Is Perfection

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This is perfection!

I write rhymes easily

This is perfection!

You MC's can't come close to me

This is perfection!

Just give me a pad and a pen

I'll write a song or 2 and do it all over again!

(This is perfection)

Trax:

I light the crowd up like a match

People call me TrAx

When I rap I snatch the hair off your back

My music is soothin', but sometimes confusin'

In class I'd be foolin', on the court I'd be schoolin'

When I'm in a car I'm cruisin...so fast it's like an illusion

It's my point that I'm provin'

Is this the conclusion? (what?!)

Confusion!.....Tension!

The rhymes that you'd be gettin'...aren't fit for today's youth

They're pretty upsettin'

Hey man pay attention! We have to be stressin'

that this world needs protection, Not to mention less rejection

People, are you in another dimension?

This is my invention! You're in detention!

My detection...is that my projection

Has gotten your attention and my microphone connection.

No drug injections, no need for corrections!

So head in that direction!

This is perfection..

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Trax:

I'm stirred...not shaken

Taste better than your mom's fried bacon

I'm makin' a statement

And I'm not gonna be mistaken

You can't fake the fact that you can't take the stack

Of weight that's been breakin' your achin' back

You're about to crack, you're heart just got smacked

Nobody cuts you some slack. Instead they just laugh

And take your heart and put it on the top of the wrack

Yackety yack. In fact, I'm gonna attack,

Like the...crack of a bat. Get ready for impact.

Try and relax. I..am..goin' to the max

Fill up your back-packs and feel the wrath of the Trax!

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TrAx:

This is perfection as I said before

You rappers used to be good, but not no more

I'm carryin' the torch and I'm leading all scorers

The bar's set so high, you'll need some bungee cords

Forwards I go. Dude, I'm in 1st place

You MC's are a discrace to the hip-hop race

I move with grace and I'm impossible to trace

Just try and stop me when I'm settin' this pace

Your raps are just waste, man...just a pile of crap

You have to face it, man...and learn how to rap

Put on your thinking cap and give your head a little tap

Your mind's outta shape, you should make it run a lap

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This is perfection as I said earlier

I deliver rhymes these like a frickin mail courier

I'll curl ya....up into a basketball

Go to the court, shoot around and bounch ya off the wall

I'll take ya...out behind the closest mall

And beat you so bad with my rhymes, you'll give your mom a phone call

Just...crawl away and come away with me

Pay close attention and listen carefully

Please believe that I am Saint John's best MC

And that I'm not goin' nowhere. Man, I'm only 15!

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