Red Brick Bob

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In the streets where rhymes collide, There lived a dude, slick with pride. Red Brick Bob, man, he was the man, Spit riddles sharp, had a master plan.

Riddled words, a maze of style, Spun puzzles sly, made folks smile. With wit as fresh as the break of dawn, He dropped enigmas, they’d ponder on.

In the hood's shadows where secrets cling, Bob's riddles rocked, made brains sing. With eyes that gleamed like stars at night, He puzzled minds, no end in sight.

Grinning wide, he'd watch 'em squirm, His riddles tough, they'd make heads turn. A maestro, man, with word finesse, Bob rocked the mic, brought pure chess.

He'd linger on the block, no strife, A riddling king, the rap game's life. Red Brick Bob, the word's believer, Rhyme-slinging poet, mind melted building believer.