Sunday, December 19, 2010
When I first heard it on the radio, I swear the rap I was almost jiving to-- was written by Mark, or Jim or any number of my fellow blogger poets from Michigan.
But no. It was Lil Wayne and Eminem, who last Saturday night went Socko Boffo on SNL.
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay them down, make their bed
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg
Money outweighing problems on the triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes
Be good or be good at it
Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say"
I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away
Man, I come down in a couple of days
OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found
"NO LOVE" indeed.
Not from from Detroit, but from NYC. It is an amazing performance by Emminem.
Yet the performance did bring to mind some of the writing I'd been getting from Detroit.
It is almost rap in places, but it is not Emminem.
In Detroit, Mark is in the coffee house, Jim is in the "jailhouse"... And in any event, they are both white. Better form to have a black guy, Lil Wayne,the other half of Emminem to rock out from that incredible rap piece, heard just about everywhere by now, "No Love."
It was certainly Socko Boffo on SNL. Emminem and Lil Wayne.
After that, it's afta suppa, muddafukka, as Emminem and Lil Wayne practically slay the audience and whoever was watching...Emminem was the best part of SNL last Saturday night, making host Jeff Bridges (Jeff Bridges?!) seem like a tame has-been.
I don't know what it is about Emminem, but singlehandedly, that white angel hipster, even after a five-year absence has knocked regular rapppers practically out of the park.
It's gotta be the poetry, recognized today as a legitimate art form by any number of PhD's from Little Richard (yes!) to Dr. Richard, of Oxford.
Yet sittting over here, looking at the lyrics, I could well be listening to something read by The Walking Man, out of Detroit...He's that good, but definitely not a rapper.
Sample from Mark's new book of poems, THE LINE BETWEEN:
it might have been a wonderful life
If your mother hadn't been so drunk,
she microwaved you to death
She mistook you for the bottle
she was going to feed you
to shut you up with
so she could go
pass out again
Dang. If those Detroit coffee house poets had bass drums!
Seem to me they sometimes get close to even Emminem and Lil Wayne.