I hear he loves it when you call him Big Papa
Big Popa.
See white smoke in the air, and say a true prayer.
Believe me sweetie, I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy, I got mad friends with Benzes
“Supper with the Lord and the Eucharist, never in my life could I picture this”
Got a popemobile, a limousine with a chauffeur
7 inch crucifix, white robe, leather loafers
I hear he prefers Big Pater
The Vatican should set up a factory to produce Popemobiles for the masses.
ILL Papa
P&P
I bet his rhymes are fly,his beats are sick and his crew is big and it keeps getting bigger That’s 'cause Jesus Christ is his
Is that their new president George Meloni center?
Yo! It’s Run DMHolySee and A Tribe Called Quirinal!
(Verse 1 - Pope Francis) Yo, I’m Pope Francis, divine with the rhymes, Blessing verses, breaking curses, spitting heavenly lines. From the Vatican to Italy, I spread the word, Holy verses so potent, they’re felt and heard.
(Verse 2 - Italian President) I’m the prez, beatboxing with flair, In the Colosseum, we’ll make the crowd stare. Italy’s leader, representing with might, Political verses sharp, cutting through the night.
(Verse 3 - All the Dead and Alive People) From Caesar to Da Vinci, the legends unite, In the afterlife, we bring the fire, ignite. Machiavelli scheming, Michelangelo painting, History’s echoes, in this rap battle, we’re creating.
(Chorus) Dead and alive, colliding in this rhyme, An epic showdown, through space and time. Pope and prez, spitting verses so divine, In this rap battle, where legends intertwine.
(Verse 4 - Pope Francis) I’m the shepherd of souls, with the holy flow, Blessings on my side, watch me steal the show. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, My rhymes hit hard, leave 'em comatose.
(Verse 5 - Italian President) I’m the leader of the nation, politics my game, In the Colosseum, I’ve built my fame. Beatboxing with power, watch me rise, In this rap battle, I claim the prize.
(Verse 6 - All the Dead and Alive People) Centuries deep, we bring wisdom and might, From ancient Rome to modern plight. Caesar’s conquests, Galileo’s gaze, In this rap battle, we set ablaze.
(Chorus) Dead and alive, colliding in this rhyme, An epic showdown, through space and time. Pope and prez, spitting verses so divine, In this rap battle, where legends intertwine.
(Outro) In the Vatican city, where saints convene, The winner emerges, the ultimate rap scene. Pope Francis’ blessings or the prez’s might, In this showdown, who claims the night?
And the winner is… (you can decide!)
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Awesome!
not the italian president lol
Truly a master of ceremonies
