"The Onset" Lyrics

"The Onset" Lyrics

A Poem by Cecilia Ting

(Hello?

Yeah listen up.  I got a new song for you.)

 

Say “yo wussup” to the pedagogue

I got a spotless brand new monologue

With this rhyme and beat I’ll clear up the bog

Of your mind, send it round the block on a jog

“Who’re you?” you say.  That’s about to change

As I welcome myself to the word exchange (thank you)

I’m not here to bring on the pain

Just to warn you of the onset of my reign

Yeah I hear you saying there’s a million of us

Trying to launch a career, what’s the fuss?

Well maybe I’m not trying to get a job

Since for that, one kinda needs a lotta ka-ching 

“Mom! I need some money to be a rapper”

Yeah I can just picture her outright laughter

“Oh,” so you say, “you’re just a wannabe”

“who wants instant fame on a lame CD”

Well really, who doesn’t want to be

Someone that matters?  So here’s my plea:

 

(Chorus):

Why don’tcha lay off the prejudice, jury

Hold off your judgement , hold off the fury

Never can tell if I be the new Curie

Of novelty music, might need a venturi

In order to hinder this beat and this flow

Though I’d hardly advise that you go do so

Might just drown, as I flood this town

With astounding style, where’s my pageant crown?

 

Now back to the start, what was I saying?

Before the rhythm and measure got so complicating

Oh right, I was trying to explain to you

Why you needn’t be so cold to me, I ain’t got the flu

“Ha ha” you say, “that’s not that funny”

Well that’s too bad, wasn’t trying to be

It’s not my duty to be a comic

That’s for those with a brain that is atomic

Just kidding!  Got a strange sense of humor

It’s the honored truth Abe, it’s not a rumor

So while I may not know the slang of rap

At least I’m having fun, what’s wrong with that?

Why can’t a person just do what they want?

Oh right, that’s how a bully starts to taunt

And how an underage girl starts to flaunt

Well you can rest assured that I’m not here

To steal from anyone or shoot their peer

The only thing that I’m out to kill

Is this rhyme, this verse, just watch my skill

 

(Chorus):

Why don’tcha lay off the prejudice, jury

Hold off your judgement , hold off the fury

Never can tell if I be the new Curie

Of novelty music, might need a venturi

In order to hinder this beat and this flow

Though I’d hardly advise that you go do so

Might just drown, as I flood this town

With astounding style, where’s my pageant crown?

 

So basically, I just want to be me

And no one’s gonna stop this Mp3

From popping up on the charts randomly

Even if at number a hundred and three

I’ll do what I can to alert the crowd

But I can only do so much, such as shout aloud

So it’s up to the masses, to hear this jam

And determine if I’ll be a sacrificial lamb

For all those trying to get things started

Sheep to the slaughter, not for the fainthearted

The critics arrive, as they always do

But with the mud-slingers, the fans come too

Just got to give it time, and wait awhile

Patience is a virtue, don’t be juvenile

That’s what Dad said, said it’ll make life worthwhile.

As I start to reach the end, start to read the conclusion

And I remind myself to believe in no delusions

Of fame, of shame, or a combo of the two

Got to say before I go, that the rest is up to you

 

(Chorus):

Why don’tcha lay off the prejudice, jury

Hold off your judgement , hold off the fury

Never can tell if I be the new Curie

Of novelty music, might need a venturi

In order to hinder this beat and this flow

Though I’d hardly advise that you go do so

Might just drown, as I flood this town

With astounding style, where’s my pageant crown?


© 2010 Cecilia Ting



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