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    THE ZULU: I AIN'T PLAYIN!

    Zulu

    Yo, is this Mic on? I ain't playin man. Not at all. This microphone must die brah. Forget the microphone man. I'm setting this whole, damn room to blaze.

    Because...I AIN'T PLAYIN MAN!

     

    I ain't the best, put me to the test

    if it comes to that,

    I've been spyttin from my molars

    since Espanola thought the world was flat,

    no breath, no rest, let no time elapse,

    my black, don't lack, when I slap this word and that,

    my synapse snaps, I eat verbs like they Sugar Smacks,

    mishaps, don't distract, one track mind when I rap

    until I hear you clap

     

    I D'ee be a major Domo,

    no need to promo, I've been bad since I was on the Phongolo

    swappin battle tactics with Shaka Zulu,

    take my assegai, close my eyes,

    still it will go right through you,

    yo, that's a throwing spear that I used in the Boer War years, nah mean?

    No mildew on my mayhem, Amen,

    Matthew's gospel is my longview,

    Mark, Luke and John, the Torah, the Koran,

    once God is with me, no man can be against me,

    what are you gonna do?

     

    I've been a lyrical genius

    since the doctor said to my momma, "Keep pushing,he's a boy,

    I see a penis"

    I went to Zeus, with the proof, of my abliity to raise roofs,

    he let me sleep with Venus,

    Serena got jealous so I had to complete the Grand Slam,

    so here's the plan,

    I'm gonna get diverse, when I converse and disperse dynamics

    from my diaphram

     

    I AIN'T PLAYIN MAN! NOT AT ALL!

     

    I've been a warrior since Nandi lent me Shaka's Sword,

    initiated into the ibutho lempi, African war spirit I absorbed,

    the records, of my rewards are so vast you can cross a fjord,

    with just my old rhymes,

    yeah, I hear the peeps shouting, "D'ee slam the Spoken Word

    one more time!"

    I'm a Prime Time, Fine Azz, Black Mind from the Caribbean clime,

    when I feel inclined, I intertwine word wisdom and witticisms,

    mix it, and give an epidural to my hater's spines

     

    Perfected my style on the 5-8 and Ell-Dub,

    was down for the RED, BLACK AND GREEN

    but fake brotha's let Beelzebub

    kill the Revolution with slugs,

    I forget how many dead homeys I gave a Bro Hug,

    Go back and react when I see my O.G's hooked on drugs,

    usta make mix tapes with my lyrics fanned out on my momma's rug,

    preset the 808, take a break, cogitate, then bust a grub,

    thickset Terri usta come over, baby powdered down, freshly scrubbed,

    ask if I was home, MAMMA NOOO!!!

    my moms would laugh and shrug,

    regrets, yeah I have a few, but I prayed over the Old D'ee, took a pee

    then pulled the plug

     

    Yo, I started getting worried when I saw the Zulu

    repsonding to slave pressures from Mozambique,

    my interest was piqued,

    YO SHAKA, IGNORE THEM, I have a report

    from the Spirit of Khufu at Giza,

    some white dude gonna take over and rename Mozambique, "RHODESIA"

    send a priest to fleece ya,

    a missionary to grease ya,

    I don't wanna grieve ya,

    listen to the flow from the poet, D.GREAVES ya

     

    I AIN'T PLAYIN MAN! NOT AT ALL!

     

    Damn! Shaka didn't listen and allowed European incursion,

    history is told by those who achieve victory,

    you can only read HIS version,

    I shake my head and go to the Sacred waters for immersion,

    not a conversion, but an exertion of my pro-Asiatic assertions,

    I saw with aversion, the dispersion,

    the perversion, the subversion, of every African person,

    it didn't get better, it worsened,

    but it wasn't all the white man, it was also sub-Saharan coercion

     

    Yeah, I learned to freestyle over break beats

    from the Godfather, James Brown and Dennis Coffey,

    I had 7 books in my backpack munchin on a vanilla cone

    with sprinkles from Mr.Softee,

    had bile in my stomach from too many malt likka sprees,

    still, I smile and stroke my goatee, when I recall the memory,

    of intersecting at conjunctions, making verbs and nouns fit snugly,

    WILD STYLE AND BEAT STREET, were the double feature

    at the movie,

    can't you see a little D'ee, tapping his shell toes,

    mentally inventing new rap similes

     

    Closed my eyes and I could see the Afrikaans having the Zulu

    in a kraal,

    the Portugese called it a curral,

    the Americans called it a corral,

    penned like livestock, because the Original forgot,

    He and she were the FIRST and foremost host of the Creator,

    now, even the African-Americans are like grids on an iron

    getting trampled by Oakland Raiders,

    get a calculator, how many invaders

    killed at will and forced neighbor  to kill neighbor

     

    I AIN'T PLAYIN! NOT AT ALL!

     

    FROM KNEE-LOW

    TO NEGRO,

    AFRO SHEEN AND AFROS,

    EVERY BROTHER AINT A BRO,

    SOME ARE BLACK CROWS,

    SPREADING GOSSIP TOO AND FRO,

    WHO SHOT YA?

    MAN. WHO KNOWS,

    COULD BE THE CATS WHO BLASTED MALCOLM

    FROM THE 3RD ROW,

    BULLETS OVER BROADWAY, THE SKY DAY GLOW,

    WITH TRACERS,

    BLACK MAN ERASERS,

    TAZERS,

    "X" MARKS THE SPOT WITH A RED LASER,

    DAMN. I HATE SLAVERS,

    YO, DO ME A FAVOR,

    LEND ME A RAZOR,

    SO I CAN SLIT MY WRISTS,

    I WOULD RATHER DIE STILL RAISING MY BLACK FIST,

    SHOUTING "POWER TO THE PEOPLE"

    UNTIL I CAN'T RESIST...DEATH

     

    Yeah, BLAZE IN THE ROOM,

    mic: gone

    stage: gone

    roof: GONE!

    THE ZULU, TOLD Y'ALL I WASN'T PLAYIN MAN!

    peace..I'm out.

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