boss be peepin screens
10/23/2008 09:26 amI Iron Bag IB bring it to the streets
take rap out the ivory tower and into the interneets
I’m cubicle sitting, trapped in the corporate box
scratch the rap itch like verbal chicken pox.
I’ve got staplers, and pens, and manilla folders
got a bagel with cream cheese and french vanilla folgers
This is cubicle life
we living in strife
if this TPS report don’t get done
we’ll be here all night.
I’m not gonna waste my time reading outlook emails
I’m gonna blog it up and let my art prevail.
Boss be peeping screens, so i keeps it minimized
some sites NSFW so I keeps it sterilized
If I stay in the cube, my life will be an epic fail
I feel the days drip by like slime off a snail.
I gotta get out, got to grab some freedom
enjoy those sick days cause I’m gonna need’em.
But for right now let’s keep it incognito
cause real honesty can be quite lethal.
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10/23/2008 at 12:52 pm
Yo fo reals wassup? This is Bill G
“I am Iron Bag” is a bloggin rhymin hot technologie.
Can he save my corporation from tha grasps of google?
When IB save the land his gourmet is never frugal!
He eat the finest shrimp scampis all in tha land,
He take Dell Inspiron notebook and then he blast it into sand.
Sure I’m middle aged but I learned how to rap
From man, The Iron Bag, he like a tree full of sap;
All pure and natural, all sproutin the greens,
Iron Bag he changin bloggin wit these beautiful screens.
10/23/2008 at 1:21 pm
you guyz be illin’- it’s like iron bag is my idol, like he’s always chillin’
10/29/2008 at 7:07 am
Yo who is this girl.
she’s spitting mad rhymes
the way she drops vocab
is got to be a crime.
Crime against ears
grimy like your rear.
War Latrine keeps it gully
even when he’s at deBeers.
It’s no conflict when I buy bling
I take a long #1
hear that porcelain sing.
War Latrine!
Running from the scene!
Get out your handkerchiefs cause I just snotted all over the mic!
Peace……