December Poem #3 - Respect Due
I'm first again? huh... wuhtevea man.
I'm always coming in first because I refuse to be last.
Respecting who came before by giving daps to the past.
But nowadays seems every time I throw down on the stage,
Some new sucka steps up to read rhymes off the page.
I ain't hating though, cuz I do that too.
But I can tell from his swagger this kid is a fool.
Talkin 'bout how he's got a new style. You know what you sound like?
KRS Cool J Biggie Tupac One. Yelling on the mic like your name is Run.
You talk a big game bout being a hardcore rhymer,
But can't quote the teacher or the philosopher.
You might think very deeply of yourself, but I think not.
Remedial class is in session because you missed a spot.
Now here's a little story I got to tell,
About 3 bad brothers you need to know well.
It all started with sucker mc's trying to walk this way.
But this Run's house son, not Kid 'N Plays.
Ladies love this next brother who claims to be hard,
See you gotta be bigger & deffer on Farmers Boulevard.
Now, last but not least, this man ain't no joke.
Rakim is paid in full with rhymes that smoke.
Now you ain't gotta like me. I don't like you.
But one thing is for sure: