Saturday, May 10, 2003

My Anthem

Okay, I'm not Black. Okay, truth be told, I'm pretty damn white. But, hey . . . like I've said before, this is the internet! The land of democracy -- well, if you get away from the pop-up ads and spam. Ahem. Anyway, thought I'd offer you a glimpse at the song that plays in my head as I walk through the streets of Glasgow, little bits of breaded haddock dangling in my porn-star moustache. Consider it a slice-of-life post, if I had much of a life to slice up.

Yo here go the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped -- huh?
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap -- huh?
Wanna pack can't handle your strap
You a schmuck type, shoot your man in the back
Meanwhile I'm outstanding and I'm outspoken
Wild out take fools out without joking
If I run out of shots I'm going out poking
On a date with sis we going out stroking
And the shot is fantastic
The fantastic is the romantic
And to the freaks in the house if you're ready to bounce
We can go to the flat then get tantric
Yeah. you pronounce the name Tariq, any questions?
Street hip-hop I bring forth the essence
You see pulling up five deep with nothing but dimes inside of my jeep
I'm not arguing to get in VIP, cocksucker prick
Suck a dick I'ma floss for the fuck of it
Girls say the baw Black be on some other shit
Nigga talk like you work for the government
My words worth like Barnes & Noble
Spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal
Spit thought name I'm a bomb your local
Neighborness, for a ten mile radius
Well every ghetto craving this new anthem
My brain unstable and I'm just too handsome
I bang with the best around
Who can test the ground when I finesse the sound
Here come the controller

Whew. I don't know about you, but I feel better having gotten that out of my system. Now, if you excuse me, I need to get back to this paper where I play with the homoerotic understones of Melville's friendship with Nathaniel Hawthorne. And people say I don't know how to live on a Saturday evening!