Two turntables and a microphone
dressed in all black
caps
faced to the side
ride on sampled beats
speaking streetnique
blood stains the concrete
evidence of the last MC
battle
The music begins
and undermined mouths
spin
like records
serving
rap sandwiches
to high rollers
on toasted bread
nappy heads...turn
thick lips...burn
ebonics like fuel
at a 40 acres & a school speed
consciousness breeds
lyrical births
and the house of mirth
won't save the ladies
do my ladies run this mutha'
no more than the brothas
who use their microphones like dicks
sticking
and moving
choosing mysogyny
as a blanket
for masculinity
Two turntables and a microphone
is the home of the zone of the throne of
rap
addictive like cracks
in the sidewalk
stalking
heroic couplets
within hip-hop grips
shifting
poverty to new levels
of ghetto-fabulousness
wreaking havoc
at the cost of
commodification
and exoticization
all for the glorification
of the miseducation
of the Negro
who grows abnormally
in self-proclaimed democracies
Two turntables and a microphone
stripped to the bone
as bare as fall trees
on capitalist knees
screaming for the change that was gonna come
allowing rap to become
undone
Two turntables and a microphone
de-toned
deducted
abducted
by conspicuous consumption
now rappers may consume
fine tunes
cautiously fine-tuning
their souls
in the blink of a
double-edged eye...
© Crystal Belle
From the collection Woman on Fire
Read a review of the collection here.
dressed in all black
caps
faced to the side
ride on sampled beats
speaking streetnique
blood stains the concrete
evidence of the last MC
battle
The music begins
and undermined mouths
spin
like records
serving
rap sandwiches
to high rollers
on toasted bread
nappy heads...turn
thick lips...burn
ebonics like fuel
at a 40 acres & a school speed
consciousness breeds
lyrical births
and the house of mirth
won't save the ladies
do my ladies run this mutha'
no more than the brothas
who use their microphones like dicks
sticking
and moving
choosing mysogyny
as a blanket
for masculinity
Two turntables and a microphone
is the home of the zone of the throne of
rap
addictive like cracks
in the sidewalk
stalking
heroic couplets
within hip-hop grips
shifting
poverty to new levels
of ghetto-fabulousness
wreaking havoc
at the cost of
commodification
and exoticization
all for the glorification
of the miseducation
of the Negro
who grows abnormally
in self-proclaimed democracies
Two turntables and a microphone
stripped to the bone
as bare as fall trees
on capitalist knees
screaming for the change that was gonna come
allowing rap to become
undone
Two turntables and a microphone
de-toned
deducted
abducted
by conspicuous consumption
now rappers may consume
fine tunes
cautiously fine-tuning
their souls
in the blink of a
double-edged eye...
© Crystal Belle
From the collection Woman on Fire
Read a review of the collection here.
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