Holocaust Cloak from Humble & Brilliant by rap legend Jesse Dangerously

Clear the way for the profits and wage. I'm like a dog in a cage; I gotta get my bite sharper, but my bark's in the way. Hark! The Chronicle Herald modern forgotten parables. You rush a Miracle Man, you get rotten miracles.
Martyrdom's terrible. I all but lost hope, until the giant got a posse and a Holocaust Cloak. You're falling off slow, falling down drunk, piling up. Gallons of gallant effort; haven't got the guile enough.
SONIC to eventual BOOM, Masonic Temple of Doom. The room-temperature, Human Loser, adventure-chooser. To whom it may concern: I make it burn, and that's a fact. Get off my back, asshole, don't hassle me on my Hasselback!
Cadillac grills, check out the niche I fill – I told you I was gonna get ill, and if you please, I will! Read my bill and weep, I know it's some steep but paradise don't come cheap!
Alllllriiiight?

Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all! To the beat, y'all and you don't stop!
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all! To the double beat-beat that makes you freak!

Now, what you hear is no mistake – I undertake to overtake and motivate the young. I take no backtalk and no debate. Hats off to derby girls on rollerskates.
I hold your fate in my hands and I squeeze, I'm “overweight” and goddamit, I wheeze like Accordian Peas. I make a Hype City Soundtrack. How you like me now? I got it down pat!
Now, rap's what I call music. I ain't slept for twenty years, it's not my fault you did! Sure as my eyeballs' blue-ish and my beard's thick, I'd be proud of my future self when I was young if I could hear this, seen? Big up every massive, every crew! When we say, "Backburner wrecks every posse," then the response is "yes we do!"
Backburner wrecks every posse! “YES WE DO,” and that's the facts you grapple with. Even as a pacifist, I know you have to have your asses kicked and that's just it – I'm still outfoxing fox hunters.
My carry-on bag is just a little box of boxcutters.
Long hot summers spent on tour with my other friends, throwing shows and voting to overthrow the Conservative government. I must have been sick the day they asked everyone to answer the question of whether to mess with the Status of Women Canada. If that isn't bad management of the mandate the land handed 'em, dammit, son, then I'm not Jesse D: the most handsome man on planet Earth (and I am, for sure).

Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all! To the beat, y'all and you don't stop!
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all! To the beat, come on and go off and go off

I'm a legend, but steppin' toughly ain't for me though. Getting threatened by seniors at the Buffy Sainte-Marie show? Max Rebo jizz-wailin', told you let the Wookiee win! My ship's sailing, it's all over like your hoodie print. Now what's with this hustle? You juggle a couple puppet tricks? I'm real, you just can't see me like Snuffleupagus.
Bust it, kids: muscle isn't everything, I muddle wits. You knuckleheads can muzzle it before the brewing trouble hits.
Nineteen seventy-nine, Rappers Delight dropped over pop culture in October, and so did I! Opened my eyes the way anything you feel could, so when I'm pushing forty, I'm a “p-push it real good!”
C'mon, we're grown-ups now, we're not children, it's time to get it together like Scott Pilgrim. Stop illin' 'cause I'm not feelin' Bob Dylan. What more can I say? ___ ______'!
God willin', I'm Godzilla – I'm killin' 'em. You're run of the mill and I'm one in a million. Humble & Brilliant, that's me in a nutshell. I'm not a DJ, just a rapper that cuts well.
Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but I got a leg up on a rapper that lacks an imagination, plus I bask in the admiration of a handful of fans in all nations, and I plan to make a statement that stands to last for ages.

Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all! To the beat, y'all and you don't stop!
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all! Drop the rhythm that'll make your body rock.
Dance!

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• boom bap
• conscious hip-hop
• nerdcore hip-hop
• rap
• underground hip-hop
• Ottawa