feel free to call me po'et
when Am lying in a grave, dead
right now hail me wordslingAH!
A'll pimp dah alphabet tah get paid
(some letters say HOE)
Goose aint Ma name
but Ma rhymes they dah dopest
need proof, gimme a grant, buy Ma book
roll it up and smoke it
but be easy when Yah dragging
or Yah might get to choking
off one them verses A got
with dah triple hidden meaning
fo' A thank poet aint nothing
but english for broke-a$$ writer
and all y'all literary critics who fittin' tah talk shit
if y'all could write shit
y'all rhyme shit
wouldnt be no mo' tighter
and A aint got nuttin 'gainst dah dream
to pursue paths scholar-scholar
but, I'll chuck it all for rent
'cause Life 'bout dat dollah-dollah
see spread out b-four me
big-bulging-bidness-book stores
and me looking like A lack cash
usually aint welcomed cross dem doors
so one time if Yah kickin' it
top all dah best cellar charts
and two times if Yah penning it
pretty blue po'ms in lonely darks
what's in a name?
