Question – why don’t you bust out sweet rhymes anymore?

On my blog three blogs ago I would sometimes lay down some sweet rhymes.  But it wasn’t just for fun, it was because I was rap battling someone who wasn’t giving me my props.  Someone would step to me and I would toast them with my hot raps and then everything would be cool. 

That blog was part of a blog community, it was like a sort of social media deal where people had naught to do but blog at each other and then comment on each other’s blogs and blog it up all the live long day.  So there were plenty of opportunities for me to need to rap battle someone.  That doesn’t happen here.

Here’s a sweet rap for old time’s sake.

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it’s time.

It’s time, my people, aight, my people, begin.

Straight out the super dungeons of rap.

The head drops deep as does the boa.

I never jump, ’cause to jump is the shark of power.

Beyond the walls of flames, life is defined.

I think of dinosaurs when I’m in a Saturn state of mind.

Hope the red got some read.

My bed don’t like no dirty spread.

Run up to the lead and get the shed.

In a Saturn state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sexy red?

You complain about getting dissed.

I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the shed.

I’m rappin’ to the chic,

And I’m gonna move your oblique.

Crazy, greasy, strong, like a bat

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rat.

I can’t take the getting dissed, can’t take the sand.

I woulda tried to slam, I guess I got no stand.

I’m rappin’ to the oblique,

And I’m gonna move your chic.

Yea, yaz, in a Saturn state of mind.

When I was young my uncle had a hat.

I waz kicked out without no carvat.

I never thought I’d see that at.

Ain’t a soul alive that could take my uncle’s cat.

A full cranberry is quite the arbitrary.

Thinking of dinosaurs. Yaz, thinking of dinosaurs (dinosaurs).