4th Chapter Lyrics

Chapter one, I wasn't rapping, i knew The Police before they had Roxanne,
Then I heard Ringo when the octopus is gone, it's so hard and this hip hop thing had just started.
Yes, now it's me upon the stage, I took them a letter, wrote on the first page,
Like Jimmy, but John Bono was my fave, and there's no other precaution, is that I'm gonna be.
You hear that? Have it in the factory and gave me a stairway that Heaven sent on you to be.
I clapped on forever because he had the cream, imma pouring on, but I'm familiar with my turn b.
This is the genesis of all my dreams, I'm a boss, I spring steam at sixteen
There's nothing else that you can tell me, “who's next?” . This is my bohemian rhapsody.

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And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.

Chapter two was a different avenue, I was a fighter, ‘cause I listened to The Foo
Try to reach nirvana, put my songs out in room, radio was in my head when got no honey blue.
Red Hot Chilli Pappers, Essex to the magic, Under the Bridge is where I found the inquibit
It was sublime, the way Bobby ran got it, at a such a young age, too bad that he was an addict.
No doubt, now I'm tryin' to figure it out, you were eleven when I was seven, but where you're at now?
So I turn it upside down, playing Guns N Roses, ‘cause I was a sweet child
And he better told me how to sing in style, but Michael Jackson was the one that made me feel bad.
I send my condolences to his fans, the drill is not wrong, ‘cause I can feel it different, damn.

And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.

Chapter three it's back to the beats, this is when I learn how to rap in my sleep.
Thought I was cool, ‘cause I ran with the MC, now was automatic, verses were nasty,
Wu-Tang is my favorite, 36 chambers was the greatest, but they brought pain to the brain
I only had a wish, it would be to share my wounds with the world and now to smoke it death.
A common sense, I love being the best, it that made me wanna rhyme like a mad, ‘till I had no breath.
The comic was a classic, end up being way to West coast in fashion.
Yeah, I'm a prodigy, like henric, a beasty boy in a might Ferrari, wanna have it.
Outcast and Slim Shady makes me practice, and this is all fatness, the bitches that I paint on the canvas.
Sean Conner is the madness, I had no reason to doubt that Jay is the master
Yeah, and this is something that I'm after, to be the first artist to write the fourth chapter.

And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up.
And we just wanna rock now, throw your hands up, throw your hands up