For those of you keeping up with the rap lyrics I've been posting on here, they're part of the great tapestry that adds up to 905. The 905 crew rap collective, that is. The rap collective is called 905 because it's located at 905 main street, the address of the lead beat supplier and illest rhymer, Kenny Pickett (Can he Kickett? yes he can), as well as various other important crew members, the 905 being the headquarterz for the 905 crew. Well, September 1st brings a lot of changes, and one of them is that 905 is relocating.
So we had a final party, and rapped. I wanted to add my rap lyrics to my on going rapthology, because even though there are some really weak and easy parts, and I use "cause" to start every line, it has 2 of my best lines. And I took a stand and finally called Hitler out on his bullshit.



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I work 9 to 5 at the 905
cause I walk the line and I talk the jive.
Yo Kenny Pickett just drop that beat,
cause my home is the jungle
and my school is the street

I get you wet like John the Baptist
cause I'm your first, your best, and your last kiss
the time is now, the place is here
don't drink that water, just drink this beer
cause the 905 is my crutch
with beers, and girls, and songs and such

Speakin of girls, take a dictation
tell me how my dick is tastin
this rap's alive like Schindler's list
yo fuck Adolf Hitler, that nukka got dissed!

I wanna get real and talk about somethin
all the people in this party be crumpin
check my vote, it goes to Obama
and check my scrote, it goes to your mama
I like my women like I like my coffee,
smooth and black and goes down softly.

Yo the 905 is like a second home
so to it I'll dedicate this poem:

Nine is for the times per night i got laid
Oh is for the sound the girlies made
Five is for the highs we gave ourselves
and Hard is the time we'll spend in jail cells.
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Peace out 905 main st.