Choppin' It Up
Ch ch ch ch choppin it up
Got skill you could not measure with ruler
Oh my heavenly father
I'm right back in my backpack
Time to hop on the school bus
I'm not new to rap
But I'm gone keep on droppin new music
Until people understand
I won't be stoppin for any
Who what why or when
How could I possibly quit
I'm pretty thick skinned
Not the lil one
Call me big pen
Or call me doctor Che
I'm writing verses something like prescriptions
When you get to listenin
You won't get sick again
Hip hop is world's greatest medicine
Never mind acetaminophen or aspirin
Just put on this classic
And start blastin it
Your worries will melt away
Faster than
I can sit here and explain
Remove your mind from the pain
And vice versa
An experience fully immersive
Lean on the words I say
Like cursive
Help you to better health
Leave you feelings ways
You'd swear you've never felt
For real
Ch ch ch ch choppin it up
Choppin it up like red belts
Crushin these beats to pieces
Easily like eggshells
I always keep my head held
So my back aches
But I'll keep carrying on
Til my back breaks
Can't be in the same sentence as last place
Representin for hip hop
Til my last day
Facts faced
Ch ch ch ch choppin it up
Calla beats on the productions
Got skill you could not measure with ruler
Oh my heavenly father
I'm right back in my backpack
Time to hop on the school bus
I'm not new to rap
But I'm gone keep on droppin new music
Until people understand
I won't be stoppin for any
Who what why or when
How could I possibly quit
I'm pretty thick skinned
Not the lil one
Call me big pen
Or call me doctor Che
I'm writing verses something like prescriptions
When you get to listenin
You won't get sick again
Hip hop is world's greatest medicine
Never mind acetaminophen or aspirin
Just put on this classic
And start blastin it
Your worries will melt away
Faster than
I can sit here and explain
Remove your mind from the pain
And vice versa
An experience fully immersive
Lean on the words I say
Like cursive
Help you to better health
Leave you feelings ways
You'd swear you've never felt
For real
Ch ch ch ch choppin it up
Choppin it up like red belts
Crushin these beats to pieces
Easily like eggshells
I always keep my head held
So my back aches
But I'll keep carrying on
Til my back breaks
Can't be in the same sentence as last place
Representin for hip hop
Til my last day
Facts faced
Ch ch ch ch choppin it up
Calla beats on the productions
Credits
Writer(s): Michaela Moore
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