Earlee Retirement

I love hip-hop.  I learned a lot from it.  Some of it good.  Some, not so good.  I've purged the not so good.  However, I can't deny the fact that the way I write is influenced in part by hip hop.  Back in the day, I wanted to be a rapper.  Even had a lil' group.  No, nothing serious or worth mentioning.  Just a few fond memories for me.  This piece is in the style of a braggadocious MC.  You know, back when cats would tell you how "nice" they were on the mic and why you couldn't beat them and best not step to them.  I'm letting him/them know, that in a lyrical sense, I'm not to be trifled with.  Should one do this, I'll retire you.  At least, that's what I'm saying in the poem/rhyme.  Thanks for checking it out.  I appreciate you.

Earlee Retirement

look at me, think I’m playin’

anotha victim lined up 4 a verbal slayin’

prayin’ he change hiz mind about hiz life

got a wife and kidz who need ‘im

2b a husband and a fatha

if i botha 2 spare hiz soul

‘fore i snatch it or fill him fulla holez

mo’ than a tennis racket

will he regretfully apologize

or let hiz family sympathize

afta i penalize him 4 illegal motion

slipped up 4got i was chozen

az the Next Great One

by the Fatha, Holy Ghost and the Son

i’m done lettin’ u run

and hide behind your gun, the dresses of nunz

no more fun tyme in playland

strike up the band

20 carz follow your momz limo wit dey lites blinkin’

i’m thinkin’ i shoulda had mercy

cuz i knew u waz cursed wit’ stupidity

now your body’s rigidity iz all they see

your momz cryin, “who did this 2 my baby?!”

“ma’am, it was me who gave him the verbal tongue lashin’

i made him go outta style like fashion

try 2 ration out the lyrical ass whoopinz

but i caught ‘im lookin’ wit’ the intent 2 steal

a verse, a line that was mine

commit the unthinkable crime

ain’t worth the tyme on a Rolex

so i flexed and clenched my mic

made the punk believe the hype

i was live like Saturday nite

came wit lyrical lefts and career endin’ rights

spared his life cuz of his seedz and hiz wife

went unda the knife 2 repair hiz vocal chordz”

oh Lord, look at the damage that got done

u musta challenged the Next Great One

undisputed, confirmed and blessed by the Son

you’ll neva speak again my friend, you’ve been retired 

© 2013 Eric J. Watts