Artist:  Bass P
Album:  Unreleased
Song:  "Laura's Flow"

Hey this one goes out to my girl Laura Crowe
Funky freestyle flow, "rapped" like a present with a bow
As I open up the do' and let y'all in
Warning: My rhymes'll make yo' head spin like a whirlwind
On a scale of one to ten, Laura ranks high
Nicest girl you'll ever meet and damn, she's fly
When she walks by, you'll see she got it all
Guys be tryin' to mack and get them digits to call
Laura stands tall and you know she got skillz
Got the brainpower to rise to the top of them hills
And she'll be makin' them billz, millions and more
Known as the smooth, sweet, smart, sexy entrepenuer
And she'll never be poor, cuz her bank roll's stacked
If ya ever try to dis her, you'll get yo' ass smacked
Nothing she lacks, yo the girl got game
The kinda game that'll put Miss America to shame
No extinguishing her flame, cuz she's flickerin' hot
She's very clever, try to catch her?  She'll never be caught
People like her a lot, cuz she's way too cool
Guys be holdin' cups low just to catch their drool
Only a fool would treat her less than a queen
She's mature, she got class, and she's only nineteen
A sight to be seen and she got my respect
Direct your eyes to her cuz she's in full effect
Puttin' suckas in check, over and over it will happen
She don't have to do a thing to get the whole crowd clappin'
I could keep rappin', but I think I'll quit
Morale of the story: Laura's da shit
And that's straight legit

Copyright 1996 Peter A. Roselli