-for david bennet
picture his mic
the stage is empty
and the Mad Hatter just might tempt thee
to break hearts with jacked-up cupid darts
fix school drama in fits and starts
cuz this mission is special ed possible
using ancient wisdom and modern street smarts.
when a high school freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior
the classic emcee with the soulful demeanor
cuz nowadays pocketbooks be leaner,
the grass ain't greener, and tensions
are heatin up like stanley steemer
you know that all across the streets of 'bello
MC Towa is the poetic kinetic prophetic fellow
always quick with the hello, as the sun
is a giant ball goes from pink to yellow
neva time to mellow, cuz i'm forty hours on the mic,
full time microphonist, earning overtime bonus
and a trip to the beach
my rhymes are the magical forbidden fruit
that lies just out of your reach.
i grew up with chuck d, krs, and mobb deep
sprayin my tag across suburbia deep
no time for sleep, or rest for the wicked
ice cube predator with the one golden ticket
step in this arena, with Towa and Hatter
be defeated like fast, brain cells splatter
your lyrics are empty, full of gray matter
as we advance on your set
like a david ortiz batter, home run son
and way past midnight this rhyme
still ain't done "whoop whoop" is
the sound of the police, said krs-one
so many rappers sell albums by the ton
that got less to say than one-tenth of big pun
garbage emcees down on hands and knees
pimping the worst parts of capitalism
promotin ism schism forever lackin wisdom.
picture his mic
the stage is empty
here come the Mad Hatter
ready to tempt thee
with elevation lyrics and righteous spirit
aplenty...
