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© 31 October 2020, the Griot Poet

RAP is an acronym: rhythm and poetry,

The soul that a spin master fills empty beats,

That kept the party rocking instrumental treats,

Heavy D - may he Rest In Peace,

Said it was our “CNN of the streets,”

 

Born of it, like Italian opera,

Telling the triumphs and tragedies

About black life in American autocracy,

Woke words born from the tragicomedy,

Of blues in Ménage et toi

With jazz and soul,

 

Until corporate sociopaths took control,

And gave us larger-than-life minstrel shows

On BET and MTV,

Reinforcing assigned depravity and misogyny,

 

You want to know WHY

Kanye, Ice Cube, 50 Cent, and Weezy

Peep his game and throw in with the platinum plan?

 

They ARE him!

 

Not-quite-white skin? Check.

Sporting women and rims? Check. Check.

Are they lying about their assets? Triple check!

 

They find in Orange Satan a kindred spirit,

Hell, Ye wants to run for president!

50 wants to double his value and exchequer,

Cube ain’t made a movie in a minute,

And Weezy - who always looks like Stripe from “Gremlins” - has been hitting WAY too much purple drank/sizzurp,

 

He, like them, is a facade: an amalgamation,

Of showrunners, scriptwriters, and yes men,

One saved from perilous business instincts and absolute oblivion,

To the others, forsaking artistic responsibility, producing abominations,

That makes their grandparents cringe,

 

RAP is an acronym: rhythm and poetry,

The soul that a spin master fills empty beats,

That kept the party rocking instrumental treats,

Heavy D - may he Rest In Peace,

Said it was our “CNN of the streets,”

 

Minstrels moving from the field to the big house,

Getting a taste of riches and crystal,

Become brown-skinned colonizers,

No different than the Sambo sellouts,

Who whipped our backs and snitched our escapes with Harriet Tubman to master,

 

Managed by MBAs and yes men,

That pepper the right percentage of niggers, bitches, and hoes,

In lyrics, like soul music, that USED to empower,

Proven repeatedly by the MBA’s dark calculus thesis,

To make an album go double-platinum,

Neuro linguistically programming,

Another generation for mediocrity,

 

Rhythm and poetry is our “CNN of the streets,”

Heavy D - may he Rest In Peace,

These minstrel clowns would cause him grief,

 

Not another “CD baby,” Amazon purchase, or ninety-nine cent download should proceed,

Squeeze their exchequer, and watch greased pigs squeal,

 

Since they live for Mammon: let their demon FEED them!