Hip Hop.

lifelessordinary

Speaking hip hop
like Queen’s English:
Brixton up the Bronx,
man I’m so British.

I spend new money
like it’s all Yiddish:
Jesus held a festival
with two fishes.

Fellas know I’m certi
like the pound sterling.
I’m dirty like Diana,
call me Sir, Earling.

Whoop!

My blood’s royal,
but I’m not vermin:
the writing’s on the wall,
and it’s not German.

Hmm…

The world’s spinning man,
it’s not turning; so people get
wicked in the nocturnal.

Damn!

Visions buried in a dark tunnel.
Just thinking out the box
like a jack, Russel.

Breathe…

I would never try to
knock your hustle;
fam, a rack of ribs
is just a bony muscle.

Blood!

Sow money and
you’ll repercussion.
I can’t believe
I’m saying this
without precaution.