:: Saul Food ::

I could quote any MC
But I'd rather quote you instead
Hands up!
If you're confused
Is what you said

I opened my mind
But I'm blind
Without my glasses

Fuck preaching to the converted
I want to teach
To the masses

I listened to Rakim on a mountain
But I am still not one with Hip-Hop

I even stopped combing my mind
But my hair is straight
So my thoughts wouldn't lock

Let me appropriate your culture
Cuz I'm so politically incorrect
I'm an average white male
With an above average intellect

I heard you calling on the ghost of Scott LeRock
To come back from the dead
And save Hip-Hop

Well, I'm on fire, so call me Phoenix
Like a bird
I can fly

Oh, I forgot, I'm supposed to be a Rapper…

"Mother Fucker, Mother Fucker… Die, Die!"

I guess I can't be an MC
Because I never sold a Key
Never Shot anybody
Never been in the penitentiary

But
There's 25 years of beats and rhymes
Combined in my head
And I am defined
An unfit kind
Because of pigment

Well Fuck Hip-Hop
And Fuck that dinosaur called Rock
I'm dethroning Michael Jackson
And crowning myself the new king of Pop

I'm tired of defending an art form
That will never accept me
As if the whole world isn't born into slavery

By the age of three

I was brainwashed
To know what the best brand of starch is

Use Wisk for ring around the collar

Mommy, Mommy!

Golden Arches

Yes, brainwashed

They got us coloring by numbers
So we can order our food by number

And we're so helpless without a system
For independent decision

That we can't even get that right,

It's like:

"Can I take your order please?"

"Ummmm…

Ah… number 2 combo please."

"Would you like a biggie size fries with that?"

"Ummmmm…"

"Would you like Coke with that?"

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm…"

That's our new meditation
The corporation.

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