Yo, if I drop it you can't catch it; my weight's so great It creates ‘scapes in gates to inner-space; to thin The trace of thingness to such thinness, it begins To get indistinguished -- I bring this to your fingers Of the blind; you fail to unveil, to find, The details of the Braille of the tale of the rhyme In English; my mind, I mean, it seems just a teeming Combustion of steaming discussion, but hush when I get such That I touch the inner crust of something to find it's nothing When I trust in one, it becomes the sum of crushing amounts Of doubts that sprout a route, to crowd about, like clouds gushing, Spout and fussing -- I'm flushing the question then rushing to pressing The function of guessing, then resting on ground that’s bound to be found On lines of fault and trussing -- I'm inducting my crutches into hunting Gear for fear I'm encompassing the crushing, Gusting winds of time that clear and shine and dust the mind. Yo, you see that new video by don’tchaknow they say so-and-so’s leavin’ that show I hope they go primetime they say that movie’s supposed to be really good you’ll never guess what Joey said to me I never miss my Jeopardy do you think that she’s gained weight guess how many horses are under that hood do you think it’s too late for ice cream did you see her in that magazine to get married is my only dream lighten up I wish you would isn’t that really dirty though this is gettin’ really boring so I’ma go in the room with the T.V. glow Vibin’ in the corner by myself This is just a simple game of word compilation My ability is massive like U.S. support of Israel Yours? Like U.S. support of Haitians I’m like the immigration of Asians -- my doctor, engineer, And merchant class material smash your Central-American immigrant Service class statements; my rhymes are the calm patience Of first world nations in the face of third world suffering that doesn’t effect First world economic situations -- I’m on the rise like the numbers of African AIDS patients and world overpopulation You’re an understatement, like “there’s a lack of minorities in U.S. congressional representation,” Unjustified like Cuban economic sanctions, Essentially nonexistent like the taxation of corporations, Or mainstream-originated artistic innovation My word placement defies convention like the United States Defies U.N. resolutions on race relations, military Occupation, and environmental legislation, while you’re conventional Like arms races -- I see your style ‘round every corner like Chemicals in the meals at fast food places; I’m unavoidable Like the rat race is, you’re shallow like a T.V. watcher’s taste is, Complacent like the average person’s political statements, And limited like the rights of patients; fake Like an acquaintance’s embraces, and never breaking even, Like and insurance claimant’s case is Greenery and skies blue with no pollution, imagine Getting along with life and breaking living habits Of killing insects instinctively instruments of killing fields Nuclear creation was created to kill masses for better oil deals My realm is covered with North Koreans starving to death And the hands of US are covered in babies’ blood to the last breath I go to a theatre and see a theatrical re-mastering of Pearl Harbor The sequel is Hiroshima where women and children can’t barter For their lives against US, the ultimate fire-starter, ultimate liar Ultimate dollar being sought via human death; I’m larger than you are, sir I’m playing the ultimate game of Risk Over capitalistic greed but don’t perceive the consequence ‘Cause five percent own 90 percent of all that’s ownable On a feeble planet inhabited by US my reap is sewable Chop down the last tree that is green And convince you it’s a peacekeeping mission based on need Hey, what are you doin’ later tonight, you goin’ out or goin’ to a movie man that last one really moved me it was a book I didn’t know that wasn’t that newest video phat don’t you love that new commercial what do you mean us being bombed for once would be a kind of role reversal will you turn it back to Mtv for me ok well what about BET what do you mean they’re all the same evidently you’ve got no sight of course we’re right, they’re all fanatics I heard that Dwight’s a d**e fiend addict it’s really a shame, those homeless people just buy booze when you give them change I try to refrain from talking behind backs but did you see what she was wearing what do you mean all those sitcoms are the same Noriega Osama Bin Laden Saddam Hussein Bill Clinton Peter Jennings that Colin Powell sure has some brains don’t he I just voted for the guy I thought I’d like to most get to know me there’s a sale down at the mall I didn’t know you were cool until television showed me and it’s really a shame and terrible that he didn’t win that Tony or Emmy, Oscar, Grammy, will you never understand me? So much pain, am I insane there’s nothing more to gain, I’m livin’ In shame of a stained life I made; my veins Inflame with the pain that I can’t sustain; *** and I remain a reckless hurricane, cryin’ In the corner by myself, with no one else But me; I see a light at the end, but there’s no hope For me; I call my momma, is that all there is For me, what was I meant to be, please tell me She said son, get a job, buy a car And a house; find a wife, have some kids, try to make A new life; it ain’t right, the way you live it’s time to give your Life to God and be a man, He’s got a plan, He wants to work Through you; I explain, my ways are inhumane, the demons I blame; can’t hold ‘em back, can’t keep the evil contained My eyes are bloodshot, red, and strained, sweat flowin’ like rain I pull the trigger back and aim, ‘bout to blow out my brain A, yo, Johann Sebastian, I'm knockin’ your door And askin’ if I can rock with Black Thought impart hip-hop and Art fashion; matter fact it'd start with the happenin' Of clappin' in the back with Biz Mark laughin,’ while I'm Mappin' the track with big, smart, and sharp rappin’; that’s When you start blastin' the chords, mashin' the keys of the organ-heart With passion and force; imagine the course, of course You’re massive according to passages from lords of masses; applause from classes, From poor to those with loads of massive caches of Cash and flashes; “music surpasses views” you mastered; To prove to last you must use an act with a rising action that surpasses Astronomical passages and packages what magic is, and outlasts the bouts Without accidents Hey, yo, Tchaikovsky, I’m chillin’ with Biz Markie I asked him if he’d spark me with a beat so, yo What? Nah, he’s the cat, the one with the boogers and the vapors The one who laced us with those “Just a Friend” capers Tchaikovsky, you down? You gonna be in town? Oh, you’ll be in Vienna for a week layin’ sounds For the crown? That’s kinda old school man, I got the mic in the hand; check the concept of the jam We got The Human Beat Box, a part from Black Thought Here’s the clincher: we might get Bach You wanna rock? Cool -- we’ll take it back to old school And rule and mix it up with classical A Yo bust this: back in the day we used to bust it Busted it so much when we'd bust you bust disgusted Plus because we discussed with busts you hushed it It frustuated; you musta hated as much busts we stated We played it out, but bust what the bust’s all about Bust in each in every sentence, every word, without a doubt Every second the sound was bustin’ in and all around We busted when it's profound, we busted just to confound We busted just to surround this and that and every noun Bustin' in town we busted it down, in bustin’ we found That we can bust a bust in any conversation Why you sit not bustin'? Bust this, and just bust the hatin' We busted in the early mornin’ and the night We busted bustas till the bustas bustin’ felt right We busted for a couple seconds to a freakin’ hour I busted fifty busts when I was bustin’ in the shower When I was bustin' here, my boys were bustin' there I busted several hundred busts within my underwear I busted way more busts than the average buster would But if you bust like we bust then you bust and bust it good. We busted in and busted out like your busted *** rhymes Bust back, yo, trust that; I'm havin' a flashback And even turnin' back from my attack I bust off shots Normal and ab; I bust it when I get it I bust it like I'm too pretended; yo, I don't understand That, but I'm thinner than I used to be Like, I'm still half of the man that I once was, and I can't see Front you, and bust you, so you can bust some later Across the landscape with my busted mule for acres Why? bust all the time 'cuz bust or rather Rise to the occassion with the mislead bust to symbolize My i's are crossed and t's are dotted for price My wheels are busted on my wagon not once, but twice I still bust my sentence structure, busted fragment grenades Back on the point: I'm not gettin' paid 47.9 million pieces king's men Can't put my busted a** style back together again Now I just left the studio and things are lookin’ groovy So I *** and spark a light proceed to do it And I look for the keys in my bluejeans -- they’re not in the pocket But I think I lost it, or, I musta dropped it And, uh, what should I do but call a few of my boys from The Midnight :30 crew, to come over and *** and sip On some brew; and so would you, *** Alone, or sit by the phone when nobody’s callin’ Your home, boy you want a tour of my bag of joy? Ain’t no thing, Brotha -- *** for my boy Leroy’s own Mother; so come on down *** Of this ‘cuz right now I got the touch like I was Rodimus Prime example of a ***, misleaded young *** ‘cuz I mistreat it and fiend it and take my *** home To bed; ‘cuz if the drag is long, I’m *** My lungs are black and scarred and I look like a retard Things are lookin’ right I come from lands of fat farmers, cattle, pick-ups and trees Ain’t never nuthin’ to do that ain’t been done since last week But *** -- it’s what I do when I do it I’d rather do what I did as a kid, but, ah, screw it Knew it wouldn’t last forever and now I’m bored out My mind, so I rhyme; *** target markets that’s open all night And gets *** (man, you know that’s not right) Alright, it’s me and crew, it’s just Skooch and the two Freakies what we wishin’ for and nothin’s what we do So pop in Tucker and Cube; we end up watchin’ the tube And parlayin’, sittin’, sayin’ what we’re wantin’ to do Then yo, it looks up, ‘cuz some freakies show up Thought this night was lookin’ whack, but now it’s blowin’ up *** for the cuties with the curvage ***, like my DJ, got the courage Yo, Gottapoop, the inventor, go grab that *** *** It’s got a mad fat chamber, so no longer be in danger Of the ashes that give scratches to the lungs that give me anger Ain’t no stranger *** Skooch, the danger rearranger Ay yo, *** just as I’m getting’ the mic Spur of the moment group performance is the *** they like Our complimentary styles lead to jockin’ and smiles Yo Gottapoop, me and this freakie, we’s ‘bout to be out We’ll be back in awhile, though; yo, that’s what I need No need to plead; ***, gonna push up with speed As I proceed to undress her I feel the need to caress her While I’m *** It seems like forever; yo, we be doin’ whatever – The whole crib’s rockin’ -- *** is righter than ever Yo, It’s amazing How these “Please accept me so I can define Myself” types employ systematic, destroy, Destructive device movement tactics to match it -- Any whack ***; unconsciously I can map it, Track it, due to their follow the petty pop formula Like a moth to flame movement, nothin’ to it, non-cerebral Flash ***; simplistic, but when they camouflage With the intention of an invasion, that’s when my amazing strength Is brought to bear; not grazing, square, landing in the face Of the would-be invader; I’m an outsider like Nader, Swinging swords like Vader, usin’ a pen and paper To painfully pick and scrape your tomb -- your illusion, Non-substantive mind-state petty attempt to belong cultural room And in your doom find salvation And awaken; and help to fight Against this invasion: the underground infiltration My neurological inhabits technological Deficiencies, especially when I see a whack emcee Tryin’ to rip like he mastered the craft; infiltrator, Transparent like the equator; play the game For show like A.C. Slater; I eat you candy coated cats Either now or later; I’m a hater when it come To whack rhyme sayers, wanna-be players, non- Cognitive debaters; I get biz when I mark These cats and shoot my vapors -- they talkin’ ‘bout they cars, Then we roll ‘em up like papers; my greatest caper The revolution won’t be televised; we got our watches Synchronized; wait until we see the whites of eyes And then we blastin’, conscience reachin’ out to masses Mission accomplishment after years of plannin’ Broke the cycle of mind programmin’, tired Of cats who just be ramblin’; my people finally understandin’ Infiltration I feel the footsteps in the darkness, but I can’t see the infiltraitors Heartless, are they? Yep, and I can smell ‘em Senses over wisdom I can hear ‘em tellin’ Discrete secrets my deja-vu seeks ‘em out But I doubt truth can reach ‘em; still I slide through pyramids Where tombs reside; but not In Egypt, but through The evil eye; not the third eye, ‘cause on that I rely To guide me through the darkest closets where I reside It’s known to be in my home, deep into The zone causin’ mischief, hate; the great await known Not by many; zoned residential if any -- it’s not Commercial, hesitant to come against me so my roof over dwelling Protects my canopy; yo, its tilted at the Angle to very slippery for the rain, snow Wind and infiltraitors who grapple up the side To mentally rape you; wait, I think I feel ‘em comin’ Staggerin’ through their drunken state Oh, the tangled webs we weave, when we practice to deceive Let’s take a stand Like concession against all forms of deception Which leads to oppression and leaves a lasting impression; Now there’s only room for correction; medication For progression -- there’s only truth in this session My suggestion is to gain possession of truth For your protection, since it’s disguised as a blessin’ To threaten all sections in which the fake dominate -- They simulate, instigate, and go all out to infiltrate Symbiotic illustrate to accommodate King plus Skooch to put knowledge to use We demolish your groups of flukes and rebuke The untruth; knowledge stems from the root It should be understood to be a real war And it’s not a new war, it’s an old war You haven’t heard some of the things that goes on ‘Cuz you always hide behind people hidin’ behind the people that’s hidin’ Infiltration The evil demonstration of the placement of complacence -- A light in the basement adding flowers and vases Amongst dirty faces, tight spaces; don’t fit -- watch how I erase it This thing is like a war of maintenance Fightin’ for survival against rivals with money on their faces It ain’t about races, east, west, clan, or click; it’s culture; It’s wisdom; it’s how I’m livin’; and they erasin’ it; quit Coming to me with your mainstream glitz fake scene pipe dream Pseudo-social construct mentality, Mtv reality I get enough of that *** in my eyes without you whack guys and your lies Comin’ by infiltratin’ my mind like devious spies; why? I understand that your identity is weak enough that you must act Tough; I understand that your maturity is not enough I understand that your vocabulary is based on marketing scheme Big business product record company corporate material Imagery, but keep that *** away from me So is there anything else I can think of saying to you? I can think of saying all the bad things to you, ‘cuz you always hide behind people hidin’ behind the people that’s hidin’. And when find yourself hidin’ in a circle and everybody’s hidin’, and then you say “well, what you all hidin’ from?” – they’re hidin’ from themselves, they’re hidin’ from what they think of themselves, they’re hiding from the truth. You’re hiding from you – sneak, snake, slimy *** animal, be yourself. Be yourself. Quit play-actin’ that good guy ***with me. Dig what I’m sayin’? I crush bots with a swat, a shot; I’m hot; smokin’ Dots; leave the spot slots, now watch a *** Drop; props, kill a bot, *** wreck shop Now flocks of Autobots see what Decepticons got Forgot about the raw, kill you all *** robotic Devil, rebel with no level; metal scatter, shatter jaws With the claws, no pause or flaws; smokin’ ya’lls; optimals Will fall with the wreckin’ ball size of my fist A hit; I wonder can I miss my metamorphasis A devastator, I cater more heat than’s on the equator I’m a raider, check the data of your neighbor: throat sliced With a saber, tore like paper; I’m an Autobot hater No one greater; got this purple shade on my chest -- Better believe I’m the best; I’ll put you *** to rest; Tempests of non-believers, I’m a backstabbin’ deceiver, Cheater, liar weaver -- a real *** good guy eater Buckin’ and dashin, duckin’ and blastin’ It happened fast, but we just not lastin’ The gates are crashed in -- they monster mashin’ All of these defenses that we have, how did they pass them? No question askin’, just chaos and flashin’ Beams; it seems our dreams are dashed with a splash When Decepticons attackin’ where Autobots live -- These hands of steel and this gun is all I got to give Their defenses are crushed; as we sweep in, our wings scream There’s mad explosions, erosion, laser beams Look to the left, see a chest explode to pieces I hit an Autobot’s chest, ha, now he knows my thesis We fallin’ left and fallin’ right Like our right and might might not see the light Of tomorrow; no tomorrow, now the Autobots burn Abandon all hope when this bad news I learn If I could cry, no lie, I would when Prime died When Prime died, all my circuits fried inside The world sighed and turns tide when Prime died Decepticon lies and pride and so Prime died Amidst ashes, laser blasts, crashes, flashes, Evil aftermath -- stir my wrath disaster It’s past the past; just grab my blaster Red haze is my sight; red rage is my master These Autobots don’t know when they’re beat; it’s defeat And delete, a complete elite of the fleet, I hear retreat And deplete; they can’t compete against Decepticons; they come, I drop the bombs -- I blast them into atoms Splat ‘em; I wanna shred ‘em; head ‘em off ‘cuz I won’t let ‘em Fall back from the attack – I’m on their back, I’m gonna get ‘em Wet ‘em up ‘cuz I’m a killa -- drill a hole and take his soul Better transform and roll before my wrath unfolds I’m cut off from the mass, transform and break fast Cut left, double back and attack but their jets Are just too fast -- I don’t last; it’s acid Pain in my side where I just got blasted Energy flashin’; constantly blastin’ Explosive attacks force me back from the action (It’s a shame these Autobots die so easy) The city burns in the distance and all hope leaves me I think how Wheeljack and Windcharger fell in the flames Insane my mainframe’s never felt such pain Remain trapped away from the city in flames Relentlessly sought by Decepticon planes And forced to run, hide, then run again Can it be I’ll never see Arcee again? My vision warps and bends – my major systems are failing Here one comes, lasers blasting and black smoke Trailing He’s runnin’ I’m gunnin’ it’s fun and it’s somethin’ to summon Somethin’ deadly and stunnin’ or somethin’ terrible and lunging Plungin’ outta the dungeon phenomenon when I’m gunnin’ Shunnin’ all these Autobots from the top my fists are thumpin’ Jumpin’ outta the dark a spark, his head’s depart You’re leader’s dead I said I put him to bed it wasn’t too hard You’re scarred and charred so far see what you really are A ***, trashed Autobot ain’t goin’ too far Bleedin’ energon hidden behind a rock Being stalked by this Decepticon talking ‘Bout Prime’s dead the other enemies fled Just then, look around, spot the top of his head Pull up my gun, body hurt, vision bent, Hope the sight’s right, pull the trigger, and then… Have y'all ever seen those videos with naked, big-booty girls And the emcee be rhymin' and you be like, "yo, that joint is ill" But chill, the rapper think he's slick, he can't rhyme a lick, So he presents the naked chick to cover up his lack of skill There's somethin' greater at stake than the state of hip-hop I'm layin' fakers to waste and callin' out all their props Particular emphasis on just one Hey yo, two you know its true, boobies in your face, son Three times you ain't really got to ask me if Do I really like checkin' out the big booty ***? It's like a wave as I rush myself, yo I touch It's a must that I lust as I shake off all the dust Five times, look alive, do my thing, take a ride After that, yo it's splat on that napkin that I hide So if you feenin' for release, no time to get it on Why get the porno channel? Yo, rap video's always on I turn on the T.V. and see Mister Butt Cheeks Mrs. Big Boobs, and Mister G String, chillin' with Mrs. Cleavage Mrs. Makeup, Mister Nipple and Miss Thong And they all hangin' with my *** Unoriginal Song There's Mrs. Singin' In The Chorus and Mister I Don't Give A What, Gimme The Loot 'Cuz These Fools Will Buy Anything That Sucks If We Can Just Get A Few You-Know-Who's To Show Their You-Know-Whats And Turn This Imagery To An Ocean Of Baginas, Boobs, And Butts Strippers And ***, And When Nuts Bust Around The World When Young Boys All Take *** In Their Knucks And Imagine *** Instead Of Thongs, And Guess What? We'll Have Every Teenager In The World Lovin' Us! I saw Mrs. Face With No Name and Miss Flash walk past With Mrs. Disembodied *** and Miss Disembodied *** Mister Gold Teeth and Chain was like, "Don't be a hater!!! We all just the children of Lowest Common Denominator!" There's women on the left, women on the right, That I don't like, a yo, gimme the mic I might get nice without dykes on bikes, or catfights, Or lights, or sights that ignite pipes Booties ripe, flash at night, doesn't hype what you bite I write while you psyche, I fight the right to site A girl you like on stage to hike shirts and skirts, it hurts When their spikes work dirt in the works; your spurts, Squirt bursts perks energy lurks; it's worst when the first thing you do today's disperse flows of no Love upon the soul; pressin', that's no question when You're restin', wrestlin' with remote control I turn you on at eight, seven central; like dark and Oriental Looks: supplemental; Hair: yeah it's a rental Dental paste with the plastic face, in case of replace Or outbreak, and stomach ache; you better throw up that *** you just ate You's a ***, faint side of stank; I wonder when You last ate? Your weight, 88, cosmopolitan playmate I compensate, though, when I date a featherweight Radiate and elevate, generate and detonate, Turn her over, ***, and regulate Make no mistake that 69 percent is fake of her *** now it's runnin' down her shirt I hope she's got insurance 'cuz her *** don't work I wow figures like pow, now rivers be flowin' Out of my mouth and mountains shiver while my shouts knowin' the fountains Give you knowledge of why my college is fly; tuition’s Given for livin' decision; my system for wisdom Vision up high; heat friction will lie; fission lies frozen for Times untold until I'm bold to kill cold loads of steel molds In minds; so who's so fine to line soothe with movin' moods In time? Windin' down from climbin' round my sound gives mounds to those Who find Increase the gravity of my rhyme ‘till my pull Build enough to slow down time; and rules, laws, Of the physics involved caused to pause; the degree: My verse expose all philosophical flaws See, saw, to be seen, the same, I’ll explain: Take the emphasis from out to in your mind frame -- Just like beauty’s in the eye, it’s all behold Truth be told, I doubt that your doubt will hold You doubt, but don’t doubt your doubt -- you ask “why?” I ask why you ask, why you disguise and lie, Confuse faith by renaming it “a priori” In attempt to justify, but you’re confused by pride -- You think that knowledge means proof, that science means truth, That reason gives you cause to think you know what to do; But you only know what you know ‘cuz faith is the key I grow, expose faith, according to me Choose what to believe; no problem to me -- Only askin’ answer why it is you see what you see; You believe in reason and doubt But don’t doubt, and then you’ll know truth Take a look at your reflection, what you perceive is based on what you believe is true Faith is what you make it -- that’s the hardest *** since MC Ren The first that deserves to be established is words Not concerned with patterns preferred for matters absurd It's badder to learn that your chatter is churned by Combative, mad, sad, or battle terms; it's bad If you turn away from the safest place is based in pads Of concern; the submerged kernel of ferns and birds prefer The thermals emerge from the supernal convergence of souls Yearning for merging to behold the mold that controls the whole goal Of growth in notes untold, confirming the Most High’s perfect Forming of morning imploring the born into pouring the story of His Glory upon the mourning; profuse snoring confounds, downs, And drowns the sounds of profound, powerful imploring A single bite gave me open laceration, viral infection, nerve damage, hemorrhage, and bruising We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill The second for discussion is the following string of symbolic Representations of conceptions that if you trust enough or put enough Faith in, you’ll more than find a way to turn your minuses into pluses, Your fuss into trustin’ -- nothin’ but selfishness and lustin’ Is at the base of our baseness; Angels have terrible faces when facing The faithless, and touch places not faced, or we’ve attempted to Erase without the tool of a faith which is put in the right place -- A faith which is put in the right place; the right place Doesn’t mean the correct area of bounded space; the veil between You and grace is so thin that it’s fake, but you inflate It for the sake of your comfort -- we create it like fate, mind-state, or hate The mind quakes to contemplate the true nature of faith; It’s nothing like zero, yet everything like sideways eight It just somehow doesn’t feel right to feel old at twenty-four Frustrated, disassociated from the world, sittin’, steamin’ At the visions of the ruinin’ of your dreams through the dissolution Of youth’s illusions -- a gradual slide into conclusions ‘Cuz the jump is held back by what ultimately is realized To be an idiotic holding onto hope -- reality crushes all That deny insanity, and I’ve had one too many bad trips to book that Trip, although at times I still wonder but without the former feeling, So even the truth of true desperation is eroded into mere Middle-class anxiety and the shallow, meaningless whimpers Of an independent mind trapped in mediocrity by itself – hardly A worthy subject for true artistic expression; however, I am who I am made to be, so please excuse Me if it takes me some time to transcend I suck “You suck” This is the title of the only book I need for self help: “One Hundred And One Ways To Destroy Yourself” But lacking strength to attempt the attempt is the underminer -- I feel trapped in the design, even though I know the Lord’s not a designer, But an artist; so possibly such beautifully stupid suffering Is part of a much greater, more meaningful picture -- I certainly hope so, I just wanna be able to see it; my mind, I just wanna be able to free it, for my soul’s Sake; so please excuse me if I don’t return your ritualized greeting And empty smile with the expected reaction -- I’ve got No respect for the program, or the programmed; And my vision reaches far beyond being content; the darkest, Deepest gorge is the one between the potential and the story of how your life Went Subtract the latter from the former and ask yourself where the remainder went There’s this *** named Dirk at work; the jerk Jabbers jib ‘til I get berserk; with effeminate Quips he flips and he flirts with the skirts -- Splurts words that irritate and invert; the tint Of his nose? The color of dirt; a holler Of his hurt at the slightest discomfort; hero: Captain Kirk; favorite dessert: yogurt Wet hair, fast walk, and a too-tight shirt Dirk irks so I attempt to avert; he talks About his new earring and how it didn’t hurt; up on All the latest gossip, joins every concert of attempt To reinvent what don’t matter and already works anyway; He tells me ‘bout who is and who ain’t gay; away I stray but he’s always like “Hey! How ya doin’ Today?” I think “Great, go away” but “Fine, Dork, I mean, Dirk” is what I say Yay Hit him in the *** Stick him in a backpack Kick him in his *** Smack him where his *** Slap him like a slapjack Push him ‘till he’s off track Burn him ‘till he’s pitch black Punch him ‘cuz it’s payback Play him like a soundtrack Poison him with sumac Beat him ‘til he’s bushwhacked Treat him like he smoke crack Ship him on an Amtrak Trip him ‘til he flashback Slam him like a hatchback Push him in a haystack It doesn't matter What you think or care to do; haven't you figured out Now this is how its goin’ down or through? My way or the highway Or the bye-way if you think you’re proof -- you dare to wear My pants, the pair, the chair is where your teared in twos; your hair’s Prepared for my pulls; you thinkin' there's some reason for Discussion? Your wage is just my tip -- you keep it zipped or both Your lips are gettin’ bust in; "You’re the man" is only heard By me; you thinkin' that you’re no slave that's given pay, A place to stay, with meager salary? S is for the stress Your best’s contendin'; L is for the loot that you’re lended. A's the grade you’re given for behavior that sends The message that you’re ready-made for labor, V is for the value Of the paper; E’s for everything you’re given to Be simply nothin', or maybe what you’re earnin’ to be something; False assumption -- It really doesn't matter 'cause it’s just the pattern Of consumption: to give and take just what you’re wantin' Prick him with a thumbtack Hang him from a tie rack Jab him with a coat rack Stuff him down the wet stack Burn him with a fry rack Smack him like a wise crack Tie him to the train track Crush him with a Cadillac Choke him with a Tic Tac Scare him like a heart attack Zip him in the backpack Slice him with a w**d wack Hunt him like a wolf pack Pound him ‘till his bones crack Paint him blue and lilac Pelt him with a hackisack Strand him in the Outback Strap him to the luggage rack Gag him with a Big Mac Blind him with a cataract Knock him with a knick-knack Bite him like a Count Drac Hit him like a fullback Work him like a field yak Cash Cars Clothes Hoes I don’t understand it, do you? I’m about to get dressed up and go bling bling, And sell hopelessness to an entire culture of human Beings -- my nation, my family, to an entire genre: Puppet master, if you’re up there, I don’t mind ya Cash, cars, clothes, and hoes; cash, cars, clothes, And hoes – there’s four strings labeled cash, cars, clothes, And hoes, but these strings I don’t notice anymore I see my arms moving, but I don’t know what for I used to be able to recognize the strings connected to My wrist, but now I see my rolee plus the money clenched Within my fist; I bob my knot to the beat like a child With Downs Syndrome, sitting in the corner of Whatever *** room; man, I don’t play the strings ‘Cause they play me; my mind is malnutritioned, Manipulated, and not free, but its all okay ‘Cause I gots cash, cars, clothes, and hoes; it’s a lot Easier following in a single row Of lemmings injected with testosterone Yellin’ “cash cars clothes and hoes” to the ocean This little jiggy went to the show This little jiggy stayed home This little jiggy had cash cars clothes And hoes while that little jiggy had none And the other little jiggy got blinders To remind her to not look around And yet I follow right behind her -- I wouldn’t want to get lost From the rest of the pack; cash, cars, clothes, and hoes The way that I react I’m violent like sudden displacement; get all Up in your face treatment; erase taste is the ultimate intention of my heartfelt Message attempt, so repent through the acceptance of the same And the realization of the power of labels may readjust your mind frame To a position of greater awareness of the nature of control That’s on our minds -- the design is ultimately not a description Of the genre, but an assignment of traits and limitation of potential It’s eventually learned that before music was bought and sold there were No labels; they’re false as a fable -- check my rhyme If you’re able: The division of music into named types, i.e. Rap, pop, country, R&B, or soul is an example of corporate control To increase sales by creating easy consumer access The idea is that you know exactly what you get before You buy it; but I try to reverse it because this sales device puts Art in a vice by making it necessary for music to fit in a particular Description, or somehow it doesn’t fit when a work sounds different From a so-called sound which is defined by a name which was unnecessarily Invented with the aim of corporate profit Stop it. I love hip-hop but will not Be held down by it just so you’ll buy it What’s wrong, what’s wrong, what’s wrong with this world? I don’t understand it, do you? Hey, that was pretty good Well don’t stop now Program loaded and ready Yeah, there’s a lotta bad ism’s floatin’ around in this world, but one of the worst is commercialism – “make a buck, make a buck” – even in Brooklyn it’s the same: don’t care what Christmas stands for, just “make a buck, make a buck…” I do not think you realize the gravity of your situation I’m about to get dressed up and go bling-bling Cool, I broke his brain We’re all monkeys It be like: I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the doe The following program is intended for mature audiences I know for sure I can do better than that Uh-oh, here comes trouble This is a place for crazy people. I’m not crazy. We don’t use that term, “crazy,” Mr. Cole. Well, you’ve got some real nuts here… I have just created something totally illogical Space camp; take ramp; pay Stamp; my style’s on ya, yo, it stays amp Blowin’ up like a bomb -- know its on, Yo, it’s strong; yo, it’s gone long time is tickin’ And songs is flippin' and rhmyes is stickin’ and minds Are stricken; find smitten lines of kittens, dimes I'm flippin’ And signs I'm fixin’; spline splittin', my kind’s liftin’, The high's hittin’, and the highs gettin’ spread; go on, Listen and glisten while my crime’s missions to climb fissions And grind dictions; I slide friction, buy riches, Send hitches to side dishes, and ride vicious; My line kicks as my rhyme fixes to the pictures and shine Scriptures; I pound pitches and drown in pitchers; liquor Gets sicker than the figure that begins to quiz ya; give The biz to lift the crib to listna's headquarters. One day I was in orbit; talkin’ off the wall ***, thinkin’ ‘bout your mind, how many times I fooled It and ruled it to be simple, straight lines; easy mathematical Signs seemed to be blinded by the wise So let me emphasize, space camp is where I lamp In a trance -- if you wanna dance, we’ll take it to the mic Stand, and any man who thinks he can battle me: If you blink then you lose me, then never will you prove Me to be false, I talk fast when the blast Off is passed -- three, two, one, contact; And then I breathe fast, furious, and foremost, Facts that I discover when I’m chillin’ undercover; Stop the search party ‘cuz you’ll never find Another; whether warrior or lover, there is no other; So I smother opposition from the throne with the within my system Of the enigmatic, rawdadic acrobatic rhyme Addict; addicted to the fire, free fallin’ failure -- Burnin’ up a plant, then I fly to my space camp