Elegy - J. Rawls, RUBIX

Yo, here we are

Living in the, last days

Sparking it like the lone cats

Ya know, bout to do it like this

Dear loved ones, we’re here to commemorate the memory of the mc

Who we loved him very dearly

Who was as nice as could be

Clearly

If it happened in reality

They’d put it in words, fearly

And that could graph there bravery

I’m corner stones of blueprint for fighting hypocrisy

It takes nothing more than mere words to give it proper testimony

Popping and breaking, missed the ceremony

I remember when it didn’t matter if you was fat or you was bony

I remember when it was about the love, not about the money

Now honey was something you call your shorty

Before the magazines when niggas was using words that’s derogatory

I even hear some sisters use it in glory

They buggin

It’s like we entered a contest to see which ones the more ugly

Strange phenomenon that needs investigating

My mother and skully

Cheers drunk like orgies sippin or bubbly

Drinkin away our problems

Like that’s gonna solve them

While life in the world, continue with revolving

I wrote this eulogy to get some resolvement

But if this don’t work police expectations to get some involvement

Travel with pens

Write a script across the universe

Travel with pens

So I can write a universe

For niggas with real skills, real rhyme, get no real time

That’s why we gotta

Travel with pens

We travel with pens

Write a script across the universe

Travel with pens

So I can write a universe

For niggas with real skills, real rhyme, get no real time

That’s why we gotta

Travel with skills

In the beginning, no one heard what they were saying

But they loved going to the parties that they be playin

Love the combination of MCing and DJing

The golden rule of imitating or lying

In other words no biting

At Wingate park at 81, eight years later I started writing

Doing all that time was the journey towards enlightenment

Love with girls and fights with men

That’s part of the balance that made MCing interesting

All I thought was grabbing a mic and dropping a gem

A crowd would sing a long like a church hymn

Seemed like a dream worth realizing

Now it’s differed by label exec’s capitalizing

Politicizing and merchandising

And gross is the only prophet that they baptized in

Put em through the trial of fire to sanitize them

And if they resist we downsize them

Corp emerge then neutralize them

I use caution

Combined with intellectualism for resurrection

The corpse is too hot use cool words from my selection

The process about to begin is as ancient as mummification

A ritual deep in method of

Free or written verse is all in means of documentation

Days of our future past through everyday situations

Son I know, there’s nothing that should be left up to speculation

Study the pentameter, increase your flotation

With the same old lame rhyme and beat, stagnation

MC’s like me rebirth the art of alliteration

We shine like headlights in a funeral possession

You’ll be the loser in a head to head competition of mutual aggression