I really can't rap, damn sho' don't singNo fly whip, no gleaming pinkie ring
But I do enjoy a debate
And I relish the hate
Why? Cause darkness flees light
And I try to keep mine bright
Cats flinging insults, cracking jokes
Pushing these theories wacker than generic smokes
Man, I just stay calm, blood flowing polar
Y'all cat's heated, mindset solar
Round and Round we go, jousting and woofing
Eventually the simple-minded goin' start hoofing
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I am the 26 bars of rhyme from a to the z
creeping from da big Z to tha a
invading these anglos with tha spirit of shango.
I am the heart of the Blackness
in the darkness of Babylon
swinging ding dong on Big Ben's clock,
clucking rhymes wit' DV as a juvey
delinquent, frequent in deliverance
on rhymes resistant to hegemonic histories,
solving modern mysteries from Watergate to Skipgate.
Don't draw me into battle, I'll turn your prattle to dust
Bush, Brown n Blair all know this too well,
and when this doctorate's done I'll be battling in tha Sun
till Mug n Thugs are in holding cells
having caucuses by candlelight, of past carcasses slewn,
& tasered into copping pleas of release but I won't cease
till they're six feet deep and Zimbabwe is six-teen high
...and rising!
Yall missed me and Insurgent rappin' a while back. LOL.
Post us a link then.
KonWomyn
If you ain't got a wife, then you ain't in my strata
And if you the matter of the fact,
THEN CALL ME THE MUTHAFUCKIN ANTI-MATTER
Play time's over, I flip the lights you roaches scatter
Thought a nigga was gone? Nah, just been out growin my pockets fatter.
Cause I'm a slave to this paper, Got no time to drop lessons,
Cause that nigga Big Wayne refuses to take part in this "recession"
Or this depression or economic meltdown
Or whatever you wanna call it
Just don't be fuckin with the contents of a niggas Gucci wallet.
And you'll make it home safe to your LCD screen,
And your lotion and your mouse, if you know what I mean
See I'm a gangsta. I'm a thug. A straight dealer in suit,
But my product, you don't smoke you don't snort, you don't shoot.
I sell dreams not memes to wealthy earlthings
And disguise it as a 32-story commercial building
Only brotha in the game,
West of the 405 you'll see my guvament name
42 times So don't be surprised when you look up and don't see "Big Wayne."
Every month, tailor in my office measuring head to toe,
Got the jew boys in the office callin me the "uppity negro"
And my nigga DV, look what you dun started,
Got white boys rappin, senior citizens and half retardeds
Got mad respect tho son, that's called mass appeal
They can write words that rhyme but lack the ability to feel
You see herb nuckas, MC don't stand for "Most Consonants"
Take it from the most constant threat who keeps your girl most constant wet.
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