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Rap is Crap








Rap is crap
Kiddie rhymes
Same old beat every time.
It’s sung by creeps so blown full of herbage
they’ll never even spell ‘sesquipedalian verbiage.’
Too sweet a little bit tame?
Then restrain your mouth and let me explain.

First, sophophobia makes them think utopia is beyond allegorical,
metaphorical, when it merely forms the basis of a hypocatastasis.

Insensate yammering does not make good jamming.
Might as well go consume a ball of carmine, cochineal...
Once you see how that feels try E452; emulsifier, stabilizer...
Try that on your plate, but cover well with monosodium glutamate.
If you don’t like the words
if you wish they were keener,
then go find out what’s in your own freaking wiener!

Inconversant but not divergent
you’re hordes of lemmings with the trimmings.
Unpremeditated, inadvertent
Kakarrhaphobia never let you go, but then instead of calling an end you dove right into failure.
So hear what I’m saying,
it’s no time for playing.

If you don’t understand, finding out is your big plan
Because the earth is spinning down each day, every hour;
Baby, find the Way while you still have the power.
Do it now, don’t forget. Don’t even push your luck,
Cuz what I hear of the second death is that it really, really sucks.

Yeah, we went there.

Now you know.

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