All you heard was one rhyme, one rhyme
All you heard was one rhyme
That's not enough to judge me as an artist
One line, one line
All you heard was one line
That's not enough to judge me regardless
One side, one side
All you saw was one side
That's not enough to judge me as an artist
One time, one time
You only heard me one time
You shouldn't be trying to judge me regardless..
All you heard was one verse, herb
And you were lunching off the curse words
So you missed out on the knowledge and wisdom my words served
In a world obsessed with image and gimmicks
It's like an artist has to DIE before they're accepted for their
artistic vision
I've spat from the bottom of my heart and been greeted with blank
stares and
Lost slams because some corny judge ain't like what I was wearing
Pigeon-holed as "the funny poet"
With folk overly concerned about the money I'm folding
And the honies I roll with
My students are turned on by cursing; I guess that's just how kids are
But my father wants me to "clean it up" when he TAUGHT ME how to
spit
raw?
If I make you laugh, you like me, but if I drop knowledge, you spite
me
How much hypocrisy have I got to see?
Like Q Habib, I'm trying to BREATHE!..
THESE ARE MY WORDS; I'MA REP 'EM!
EVERYBODY'S ALWAYS SCREAMING "REVOLUTION"
WELL, BRETHREN, THESE ARE MY WEAPONS
SO IF MY MOUTH GETS ME KICKED OFF BOHEMIAN CAVERN STAGES
THAT WON'T BE THE LAST CHALLENGE THAT DROOPY ANDERSON FACES
IT'S THE DEVIL VERSUS GOD
HE BUSTS
HE BUSTS
BALANCED I'M TRYING TO KEEP US
BUT ALL YOU HEARD WAS, "OOOOOH, HE CUSSED"
WE NEED TO CHANGE OUR WAY OF THINKING, 'CAUSE RIGHT NOW, IT'S FOUL
TRUE REVOLUTION STARTS WITHIN, PEOPLE; THE TIME IS NOW!!!..
..One rhyme, one rhyme
All you heard was one rhyme
That's not enough to judge me as an artist
One line, one line
All you heard was one line
That's not enough to judge me regardless
One side, one side
All you saw was one side
That's not enough to judge me as an artist
One time, one time
You only heard me one time
You shouldn't be trying to judge me regardless..
All you saw was one slam I was in, see
That's why I find it surprising, B
That you're already categorizing me
I step up to the mic in some slacks and some Wallabees
And you're already knocking me just 'cause I don't look like Bob
Marley
So maybe I WAS excited and maybe I WAS on some flyness
And maybe I DID do an "arrogant" piece like "I'm C.R.A.Z.Y."
or "Priceless"
They say confidence always wins, but I don't know, kid
Because confidence is mistaken for arrogance when poets show it
Can YOU express YOUR whole personality in three minutes?
Okay then, let me see it:
1, 2, 3..
See?
He didn't
Don't feel bad; better men have tried and failed
The time limit is jail
The prize money is bail..
THE STOP WATCH STARTS!
IT'S SUCH A RUSH
CAN'T STOP MY HEART
CAN I SHOW MY ARTISTIC RANGE BY THE THREE-MINUTE MARK?
SHOULD I DO "STIFLER'S MOM", SOMETHING LEFT-FIELD AND SILLY?
OR DO "SURROGATE DAUGHTER" AND SHOW MY SENSITIVITY?
ONE MINUTE PASSED; GOT THEIR ATTENTION BUT I'M NOT SURE I GOT 'EM
TWO MINUTES PASS; I'M SAYING A LOT, BUT I'M NOT SURE THEY FOLLOW
2:57, 2:58, 2:59, WOW
WHAT I DO IN SLAMS IS NOT WHO I AM
THE TIME IS NOW!!..
..One rhyme, one rhyme
All you heard was one rhyme
That's not enough to judge me as an artist
One line, one line
All you heard was one line
That's not enough to judge me regardless
One side, one side
All you saw was one side
That's not enough to judge me as an artist
One time, one time
You only heard me one time
You shouldn't be trying to judge me regardless..
SO CAN I RAP AND BE A POET?
BUST A POEM AND EMCEE AND
DO A BRAGGADOCIO SLAM PIECE WITHOUT BEING CALLED CONCEITED?
CAN I CURSE IF I FEEL LIKE IT TO GET MY POINT ACROSS?
CAN I NOT CURSE WITHOUT KNUCKLEHEADS SAYING MY JOINT WAS SOFT?
CAN I BE ABSTRACT AND NOT WORRY ABOUT IF SO-AND-SO GRASPED IT?
CAN I BE RESPECTED AS AN ARTIST FOR MY TOTAL PACKAGE?
CAN I BE FUNNY IF THE SPIRIT MOVES ME?
ROCK A DAISHIKI WITH SOME PLATINUM JEWELRY?
BOTTOM LINE: CAN I JUST BE DROOPY??..
What do you call an eternal brawl?
Two Towers only the first to fall
I'm trying to wake y'all up; Earth to y'all
I'm Flash Gordon to the Merciless Mings
Return Of The King, but on a ghetto tip:
It's the Fellowship Of The BLING
With words as my wizardry, I examine the fray
Against the all-seeing eye of Sauron, I be Gandalf the Grey
My Frodo Baggins? He be Sir Reigns
13 be the Strider
And Eternal's Legolas; beware when her arrows be fired
When I started out, Dat Boy was A Fool
My poetry was like a joke to me; I didn't know that toy was a tool
Then I came back with Feel No Way
Using poetry to heal old pain
Representing that steel-toed state
Then I came back and Boozled your Slam
My Vitreous Humour perused your scams
And if I'm finished, Drew'll be damned
Zoot Alors, 2004
I'm at the height of my style
Now all you heard was TWO rhymes
SO HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW??.
© 2002, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.