The Fantastic Mr. Fox, I chew rocks.
See my dread-locks spotting the beat up like chicken pox
Can’t categorise me or put me in a box
Wild animal, super-human, inhuman paradox.
Rhapsodic, shambolic, possibly narcotic;
Definitely alcoholic, ironic and hypnotic;
Metaphoric, allegoric, even semaphoric,
Got my freak-flag waving, chloroforming euphoric.
You see my rhymes sometimes can verge on the irrelevant,
Got my own symbol on the table of elements.
If you break into my house I’ll throw you off of the battlements,
If you sue me then I’ll hit you with an out-of-court settlement.
Elementally, I came here to tell thee that it’s me the splendid MC,
Making rap-sodies delectable recipes,
Finger-licking-good out of the bucket of plenty.
Let’s see; in certain circumstances two and two can equal three,
And don’t even get me started on the humble bumble-bee,
Like attaching paper wings to a giant Redwood tree
And expecting it to fly or conduct a symphony
And apparently, the universe is put together mathematically;
Just algorithms replicating photo-statically;
It all just seems to want to happen automatically.
And yet, we all still try to put a price on the priceless,
To get our name on the one right guest list,
Even to rap of it leaves me breathless.
Let’s all just go out and get pissed....!