Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Redneck Ice -- Yo, yo, yo ...
Somebody asked me recently about rap music. I got nothing against it, but, sixty-year-old white guy? Hip-hop belongs to folks with a different mind- and experience-set. I grew up with be-bop, early rock, and my music reached the high water mark with the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
Still, following up on my point that a writer isn't bound by his birth, I did write a one-verse rap song once, just see if I could ...
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven/
When my bitch bought me a three-fifty-seven/
I got the Firestar, I got the Black Talon/
I shoot you one time, you gonna bleed by the gallon/
So listen to me boyz and you better learn the lesson/
'Cause I never walk alone, I walk with Smith and Wesson.
(And the girlz go: Smith and Wesson/Smith and Wesson/ dial it down, dial it down!/Smith and Wesson,)
So, you think Fiddy should be worried ... ?
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3 comments:
Don't give up your day job, Steve.
Again, I lend you words of wisdom from your own personage:
Bad idea. Stop this. Now.
Sure. Combine the two -- blues and rap:
I woke up this morning, and my ho's booty had shrunk/
I woke up this morning, and my ho's booty had shrunk/
My bling wuz all missin', my homeboys wuz drunk ...
Know what I'm sayin'?
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