This was written after a rappers v poets night. both parties had to 'battle' ie
put the other team down. This is what popped into my head...
For context:
Boots is a UK pharmacy
Primark is a cheap clothing store
Jade Goody -
was an media idolised idiot from the council estates and winner of Big
Brother
Source is the US Hip Hip magazine
O Dog is a charactor from Menace
to Society (a film about LA gangs)
GCSEs are high school grades
Waitrose
is an upmarket grocery store
Queen Lizzy (UK's Queen Elizabeth) is on all UK
banknotes
There's no need to diss us poets,
O' hip hoppers, we're not that different
the same
things ococupy our minds:
words and bitches and guns,
except the ones who
inspire my rhymes
leave me crying at Big Bang storylines
and the 10milli
guns which protect I
come in pin bin boxes from Boots.
Your flows
flavoured with beats
wankin over lyrical disses
and how many bitches you
think
you should be fucking,
if only you didn't have weed impotence
from idolising O Dog from Menace.
Stinking up vinyl bedrooms with semen
socks
used to mop the cover of a '94 Source.
Our bedrooms are just as
musty
and barren 'cept we live in dusty sanctuary
of poetic
page.
Reading dead scribe books
memorising sonnets and rhyming
couplets
...pretending we're Shelley like that'll get us laid.
Who
cares if we wear shiny, shiny shoes o leather
when your logoed sneakers and
hoody
make you look like a Primark Jade Goody.
Presuming we're
pretentious
'cus we got past the opening sentence
of Shakespeare's Twelfth
Night
and use the word in context
without needing a thesaurus
cus you
couldn't sit your GCSEs
even though your mum's a teacher.
Presuming we
don't understand the streets
and beats because you use hood slang
learned
from Wu Tang cuts
even though the only corners you know
are the Mueller
yogurts
home delivered by Waitrose.
And you say we're all middle
class
but I'm on first name terms
with Mr Singh from our road
who
sells me out of date loaves
cus its been three months
since I heard Queen
Lizzy Sing.
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