The left-brain right-brain paradigm has fallen
out of favor as of late. Still, it presents an interesting and convenient abstraction of mind, and therefore, before I unleash my creative side, my rational side urges me to apologize for what is about to happen here.
You see, someday I, too, will be a mad, crazy-fresh, stupid, dope, fly rapping sensation.
Yo. Check it. Check it, yo.
I picked up the girlygirl on the sreet,
And kicked her guy around like a piece of meat,
Because that's the way life goes in the streets.
WHAT'S UP NOW?
And then I slapped that woman around because she's dirty,
Broke a brick in her face so now she ain't so purty.
Maybe with a broken nose she won't act so flirty.
THUG LIFE. Flash the gat.
Yeah, and your mother is fat, and she's a lesbian.
So I kicked her ass, for real, I ain't no thespian.
Knock her on the floor and start, like Fatty says, peein'.
I HAD SEX WITH YOUR MOTHER.
The popo come; I punch them in the groin.
They wanna put me away, but I pay them with the coin.
I'm the king, the gang all the punks wanna join.
YEAH. BIZNOTCH.