a. gang starr blarin. rednecks starin. devil-darin.
“yer lackin da vernacular,” guru rhyme spectacular.
every track thumps. much faster over speed bumps.
little ol white lady jumps.
“who’s gonna take the weight?” premiere scratch, slide, contemplate.
b. the fan above cannot radiate love, push’n’shove
inside the 6 cd-changer.
who says r kelly could ever mean danger?
but i heard guru
was not born to be a n.y. street ranger.
personal history submerged
but still smooth melody arranger.
c. my mama always warned me
to never battle rap the almighty.
son, you could give him a high five
jus’ no verbal shuck and jive
still, i wondered what it would be like
to battle rap god
if only god was still alive.
