I'm making my students rap, and to encourage them, I'm doing it to. Samples are from Erroll Garner's recording of "Close To You" by the Carpenters.

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Does anybody need to hear a white dad rapping? Can I get your foot tapping, your hands clapping? As I'm uncapping my rhymes, am I remapping your minds? Am I overlapping all of the lines? This is music education I write this for the motivation of the Pop Practicum It's practical and praxial An actual factual academic requirement Am I going to be making beats in my retirement? You may ask, why me, why do I have to do this? How will I get through this? Will I sound corny and inauthentic? I'm feeling frantic, it's not romantic I'm digging through Rhymezone.com traversing the rhizome, not calm, following a trail of free association exersizing my freedom of association and freedom of speech This is an unorthodox way to teach I'm not an emcee, more of a producer I hope this beat gets you looser It's Errol Garner playing a song by the Carpenters like a feral farmer sharpening the long tools of a gardener Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be a dope emcee Do you believe me? I listen to too much Lin-Manuel Miranda, can you tell? maybe you can't understand a word maybe I'm being too clever that will be my problem forever I feel no need to make sense whatsoever but whatever Whenever I write rhymes the light shines in me and maybe in you too So now let me hear what you can do