Rap Mutations

The Bronze Fonze first appeared
when Ill Seer sheared his long locks
like tongs locked on lettuce
let us get a healthy grasp
raspy vocals
sweet like raspberry moka
only folks a poke-a-dot
in front of my spot
trampoline trampin tramps who dampen
like Jed Clampitt clampin down on these gophers
who go for too long
you know you’ve gone wrong
when your swansong’s the Thong Song.

Flee the fleet that metes out meat called beef at each meeting
teaching the free styles that beach Orcas
Oracles deplore bull so I’ll mull on mullets hit with mallets
and the tail end of model talent
fondle valid candles of wisdom cuz I missed them in Plato’s cave
slave to the great plateful of shadows dished out in meadows of nettles
settle for a medal of honour but my Metal someone Jacked it,
Full of a lack of facts it’s back to the stacks of books
Look … I don’t care if the system’s shook
so long as a mate or mystic's hooked …
later the rest get took.

 

© Headcleaners 02: Headcleaning, Delegates of Culture, 2002.
Words © Cyril Guérette for P(r)o(ph)etic Productions.