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I met a man today

Said he didn’t like rap that emancipates

Told me I should rhyme in a gangsta way

And this is what he had to say

Now Dizraeli

I haven’t heard what you do

But I’ve heard the criticism

And every word of it’s true

I agree that it’s important

To keep alert of the truth

But I’d like it more

If you talked about murking my crew

Tell me you’re a murderous dude

Servin' us

Giving us third degree burns

'Til we learn not to be rude to rappers

It makes me inexpressibly happy

When a man I don’t know threatens to stab me

So call me fassy break my nose bone

And smash my teeth

Tell me you’re making mad G’s

Off the cream that you’re getting from the back

Of selling crack to teens

Say you’ll slaughter all the members of my family

Except my mother

You’ll give her the special treatment

Rape and bugger her until your testicles are bleeding

I wanna know how many times she came before you finished

And after that

Please explain how big your dick is

Is it really big?

Like the size of a large salmon

Do ladies leap upstream the minute you start shaggin' 'em?

The kind of fish marine biologists can’t fathom

Is it a Moby Dick?

Does it break apart galleons?

I want to know every detail of your arrogance

Penetrate me with your big rap talon

Flay my back and write your anger on my skin

I don’t want art I want punishing

I met a man today

He tried to blame me for his mental state

Said when I rap it programs his brain

Well this is what he had to say

Baba I know you

I’ve heard your flow and it’s smooth

But you can’t understand what your fans are going through

I can’t get over you

So tell me what I’m supposed to do

When every word you speak is a command

I can’t say 'No' to

According to my personal therapist

Your verses and characters

And surgical narratives

Are converted in my nervous system

Into urgent imperatives

That I’m virtually unaware of

So where have my original thoughts gone?

It’s all yours

And it’s really unfair to your devoted followers

To impose your code of honor on us

By quoting philosophers

And exposing us all to your so-called knowledge

Leaving hip-hop addicts

With the thought patterns of Rhodes Scholars

Don’t you even know why we listen to rap music?

It’s supposed to be black and abusive!

As fans we’re attracted to scratches and bruises

It’s not a mass movement

It’s a masochist movement

You can’t use it for good, man

You’d have to be stupid

Your optimism is nothing but a massive illusion

And you need a cash infusion fast

Your fashion sense proves it

But I ain’t makin' excuses for the slang that I’m usin'

I’m just actin' out a gangster plot and being ruthless

Cause I’ve got planks to walk

And all you’re doing is mocking all the angst I’ve got

Can’t you leave a brainwashed man in peace with his angry thoughts?

Damn

Thanks a lot

Listen man

What I was trying to say was

I know rhyme can’t brainwash

Just the music and the games that we play

That’s the substances that our minds are made of

And you saying black is abusive

That’s exactly the stupid attitude that’s created

Inflated, packaged, produced, and perpetuated

By gangster music

Don’t you think?

No man

That was my attempt to satire

The kind of ignorant fan that you imagine rap inspires

That’s why you’re mad at their descriptions of violence

Cause poetic license is wasted on the literal minded

Rap is just a form of action fantasy

You want to censor Quentin Tarantino too?

Stop being a drama queen

That’s the view from in the bubble, Baba

Of course what we spit is harmless

When you’re in a box seat of a minstrel show

For the middle classes

Like «Pass the popcorn, watch the poor folk fight

We’ll be safe walking home at the close of the show

Right?»

Wait

So a white kid who tries to epitomize «blackness»

Is worse than a white kid who sits back and tries to criticize rappers

In a British guy’s accent?

Besides, the middle classes who fetishize rap

Just give it better finances

There it is again

You think blackness is wearing hats backwards

And bragging about stabbing kids

In a matter of gangsters

That shows the damage done

By ambassadors like Warren G

And Snoop Dogg has not lifted blacks from poverty

Maybe not

But he has encouraged fans to think positively

About their chances

Rappers are examples of what kids can achieve

But what they say is just words on a page

And their power is inflated by your moral outrage

Nah

The power the bullshit hyper-inflated gangster idiots

Comes from middle class sadomasochism

The fascination with creatures on the other side of the class division

That want to kill us

How deliciously crass and thrilling

We have the same fascination in accidents

And cancer victims

We hear a scream of agony and we have to listen

Of course we don’t have to act to give actual assistance

We prefer to give cash to the killers and stand at a distance

The other power of the rapper is the power to make culture

Which society buys 'til teenage soldiers stands on every corner

And labels pass the profit to stakeholders

And leave the consequences of the horrors to the coroners

Art creates culture

Culture makes behavior

This behavior makes day to day danger

So I’m not for censorship

But giving kids critical ears to listen with

And tools to question what they hear

In simple English

That’s common sense isn’t it?

Yeah, okay

I can see the vicious cycle’s action

It’s psychopathic how much violence happens

When kids imitate the lives of rappers

That’s how our minds are adapted

We’re intrigued by a scandal

But skip the criticism

Let’s flip the script

And lead by example

Right?