A RAPISH COMMENT ON RAP

In this little ditty, I comment on the elite, illuminati music industry with an emphasis on rappers, who make it no secret whom they serve.

WHAT DO I KNOW?

I don’t know nothin' 'bout rap

In fact a lot of it’s vulgar crap

Does it make me cool because I’ve got a dirty mouth?

Does it make smart because I rhyme filth with filth?

So what, I comment on the state of things

When I care more about parading my bling

I got the girls, I got the car, I got the rings

But my soul is empty, like Humpty Dumpty

My fall is great. Who can put me together again?

No matter, there’s hundreds on the ladder

Pick me, pick me they all proclaim

Talent is cheap, success and notoriety that’s the game

I’ll sell my heart and soul for fame

Eternal consequences not so lame

Devil’s defecation, personal degradation, spiritual constipation,

Emotional conflagration, sexual violation, deviant invocation,

Useless information, tries my patience, so invasive

Moral annihilation, persuasive, contagious, infectious

What do I know?

Now that I’ve said my piece, straight to the heart, Jayz, P. Diddy

And all the rest of you illuminati, cornuto flashing whores and ninnies

You can fool most of the people most of the time, but can’t fool all the people all the time

Seeking glory and entitlement, you signed in blood, sold your soul

There’s only one way out, but you already know that