Flow With Me

 

Flow with me

 

Often I am asked

“Do you rap or something?”

No, that is not my gig

You see rap is like pre algebra

What I do is like trig

But this is as close as it can get

I am not a rapper, I make you the rapper

Making you wrap you minds

Around the ideas I project

To the data produced by the projects

Some say I toot my own horn

But who else is going to conduct my orchestra

Forcing you to forfeit your attention to grasp what I mention

 I keep you sitting after the last period

Like detention

Some call it word play

But I say

I kid around with phrases

Navigating you through life’s mazes

With thoughts pure and %100

You can call them therobreeds

As I horseplay with serious ideas

I ask you not to categorize me with rappers

Because they said hip hop is dead

But this poetry is the daphibulator

The life generator

Far from a thug

I dare not plant that bug

In the ears of my listeners

So to the haters

 The real men fakers

I simply shrug

My shoulders because I got enough weight on them

And to all those on the come up

I will wait on them

Turn your mind into a fly trap

And I am going to make this, not a rap

Stick to your mental

Like gums and fake dental

These words play a rhythm

With out a rapper on it

Like an instrumental

Making it instrumental for you to listen

For you to begin wishing

For more food for thought I am dishing

But this is not a test or a rap

I figured it would be the best way to bridge the gap

Between REAL hip hop and poetry

Hoping I could get the Lupe fans, the Common lovers, the Mos-Def listeners, or the Talib supporters

To fall in order

And flow with me