Album: other songs

Interlude 4 (I'm A Rapper)

I'm a rapper.

What does that mean?

It means I rap...you know, baggy pants, book-bags, baseball caps.

Ooooh, a backpacker?

No, a rapper. You know, forties and blunts, bitches and gats.

Oh, a gangster?

No, a rapper. I rap. I like shell-toes, break beats, kung-fu flicks.

L-like a b girl?

Welll, that's not quite it. I sweat myself, I grab my crotch, I curse a lot.

Oh, you're from Brooklyn?

No, a rapper, but point tooken. I'm ghetto in the suburbs, white boys are my niggers. They pay for the studio time; I'll complain they're fuckin me later. I go to jail a lot, I'm hardcore.

A thug?

It's bugged. I write poetry out of a deep seeded need to be loved. I stand in circles, I roll with krews, I require affirmation...nahmean...

Word. True.

I represent, I hold it down in the street.

Oh, you're gravity?

No, a rapper. I rock lyrics over beats.

Oh...you mean an emcee?

YESSSS!