THE RAP OFFICE

RAP RAP RAP RAP RAPUNZEL, 
I want to live in an igloo in the jungle
Let down your hair so I can scramble
Out of the thick tangle of brambles 
Lost my sandals in the shambles
But I'm dancing like Bojangles
 
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can take a crap and take a nap
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can drop your draws and paint on the walls
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can make a cup of tea, bang the secretary
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
Wear a pumpkin head and pretend you're dead
IN THE RAP OFFICE!

I rise with the lark and slip out of bed
Leave my sweetheart in the dark with a kiss on her head
Though I love her to bits I got to work every day
Cos I've mastered the art of being paid to play
I do my stretches do the dishes 
As I listen to Orishas
Take a shower eat nutritious
Porridge oats they're so delicious
With molasses they're so viscous
Final kisses for my misses 
And it's time to get to business
At the world's most prestigious

RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
All raplicants can jump the fence
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can come naked or wear a fine dress
You can get weird that's what we do best
If you're really sorry 
There's no need to worry
Dry the tears from your eyes 
And apologise
IN THE RAP OFFICE!

In New York - there's a little place
That we call - the rap office
It's always open - ain't got not doors
Just curtains - and a plywood floor
Ain't got no walls ain't got no roof
Nothing at all to spoil the view
Of chimney pots and broken chairs
Vacant lots and fire stairs
Neighbours, pets, squirrels, crows
Golden sunsets and double rainbows
Summer weeds and winter snows
Autumn leaves and spring rolls by.... 
And day and night
We're inspired to watch and write 

IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
Instrumental solo
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
Instrumental solo
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
Instrumental solo
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
Instrumental solo

It's made of ply but build to fly 
So step inside if you want a ride
Relax, and we'll explode	
Cos there ain't no place our raps don't go!
You wanna explore the ocean's depths
We'll take you there in half a sec
Stroke a Kraken check a wreck
Watch octopussies having sex
Super-mega octopuses
Giant juicy deep-sea booties
You'll see brains wrapped in seaweed
Mashed remains of human sushi 

It's cold and wet, let's get out of here
My lungs are bursting and I need some air
Let's go to Ayres rock in the middle of the desert
As the sunsets... it's really quite pleasant
But I feel a little lonely and I feel a little cold
How about we rap it back to a place a little more like home
Back to Roby's place on Decater street
And make a mother-fucking pot of tea
So if you're in Bushwick and you want to see
Pure creativity
Pop on in between 11 and 3
At the Rap Office and meet Roby and Me

IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can take a crap and take a nap
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can drop your draws and paint on the walls
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
You can make a cup of tea, band the secretary
IN THE RAP OFFICE, la la la la la
you can live your dreams rap your conscience clean
IN THE RAP OFFICE!

Nov 2012