Odes to the M.C.

Kicks flicks sticks
what sids flints
wicks pricks licks
fools that kick and rhyme
like those old times
souljas cut inside my DNA
like flows past from Rakim
old steps danced to Sugarhills
gangs flows for the thrill
kill, will still
flow inside the restless day
moves inside the public square
twisted rifs licks and spits
inside the way we play
hoops and goals
like class and schools
where we know we don't want them
explain laws not to let them
regret those who let them
not true
shoe drops on the fool
that the dudes who once spoke the truth
ruthless scruples
gangster ripples
concentric circles
lost in the gruff rough tough stuff
that decides
for fickle fate
for the black man
don't wait for the main
strain and pain no gain
for the tan sand
blasted but lasted
upon the man where beats bit
like whips that kick
against the back slits
where thin flits
and the blood bursts to squirt
don't think these words fall
so seamless, the team with me
that they spall
and sicken, to quicken to hurt
to thicken the words
the gravy it burns
the poison it stings but the rhymes the sing
master of ceremonies proceed to do your thing
classist - fascist bash this
beat like a skull
beats quick
why do you live with me
the maniac Pyscho
society
pulls out their jammy
it might go
you like me know
did the rebel not allow
or was he all to inviting
exciting the rhyming and biting
the beats and the timing
was the who was trying and inciting
for the records they were buying
the maniac psycho
believe that and you might go
where?
there?
who knows how?
now?
wow?
to try and contain and maintain
just fights the blinding stain
the stinging rain
that's who comes crying with pain
through tears and hears
years of fears
and the law is not discreet
it tears and it sears
to cut the wrinkles and time
they cut and the clip like beats
as they stick and still the
master he ceremonies
the horses the ponies
they run in the circles
like the records
the mic it spits
the rhymes they hit
and still we sit
that's what he did
hid
bid
and that's what they said
segregation topics
political politics
syllables that don't fit
they don't want to hit
where it might stick right
where you think it fits
they been lying
dying trying hiding
they got us fighting
lights blinding
fact finding
searching seeking
lurching sinking
times is crazy
folks is lazy
eyes is tight
trying to get it right
money is slim
budget don't fit
wanna grip
waistlines trim
is shit grim?
well don't believe the hype
get yo ass up and fight
cuz they figga like you figga
my nigga
please they gonna come try and take you out
that's what its about
ship em our and get em gone
and when we fighting ourselves
they know it won't take long.