Startup School Rap

How to pitch a startup to an angel stage
Capital company, center stage rapido money
Whose the venture faced affable bunny
Talking bout building practical plumbing
For strumming six sticks stitched together
Practicing funny forms of market maximal filling
With the prophylactical killing of weakest links
So bright I light the dark and make the black to go sunny
I blaze trails beside the path of most running
Just to say I made something
A tailor made dumpling, dreamed from a nothing
Whose the chick with the gift that persists with the busting
Outta boxes and from the chain that locks us to magic
I put the key in the beat, see who unlocks it the fastest
Who is the beast in the dress with the glasses?
Why is she rapping to catch the catastrophe
Being an emcee, tg and ce times 3
O that is, such was blow that bled
Little princess drippin out the dopest set
Bounty hunting on Assembly like I’m Boba Fett
Forming cores with other founders like a Nova Jet
My lyrics so legit, I make stacks overflow and quit
Cause I’m a sick chick down in my spirit
And my sickness is I see crowds and kill it
Cause I’m loud and will admit that I’m proud of the element of my style
That lets me wild out & make everybody listening smile now like I’m a higher power
You could define the minute and redesign the hour
And you still couldn’t win within the time allowed
I’m the eye in the cloud, I uploaded my mind to chatbotify
And asked it to rap just a half as hot as I
But the math wouldn’t fly so I had to decide
To pivot and move it within the productivity sphere
This chick might be rapping but my abilities’ clear
Will my song get laughed from stage or will it be cheered
Either way I’m here to stay, a mademoiselle to be feared
I could launch a rocketship with big returns in a year
It’s like I’m scarred from porn but let the burns interfere
My obstacles are fallen short of tricks turned in a year
My pedigree is street, technology and fear
Of being too old to sell the oldest form of fiat
Can you believe this chick bleeds lyrics sown with fecund
Seeds of poems recedant, released meekly at the weekly zones I frequent
Showing flow overdose in a spoken sequence
Of words..and competition’s for the birds.