yo!

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

Ya rappin wif yo mama
in her purple fuzz pajama
and she scratchin up a storm
like a DJ true ta form
when the fuzz are bringin in
ya brutha caught in blatant sin
that happens to be so illegal
that ya need a legal beagle

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

he got a lawyer name a snoopy
but yer bank account is droopy
so yer payin him in root beer
and a scratchin hind his ear
when ya sistuh hits the town
and the stuff is goin down
like a ship they called titanic
and ya start to feel hispanic

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

once a week ya go to school
just ta hang out an be cool
but today the senorita
says yer test scores gettin sweeta
coz you learned "yo no lo se"
so ya finally got an A
now all the kids will think yer square
so ya set fire to yer hair

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

can't stay still this ain't the scene
so ya grimace kinda mean
while they extinguishin ya brain
ya claim ya don't feel any pain
but once yer home ya smoke some dope
and start ta feel a little hope
but the cops bring in ya bruthah
and the pieces of ya muthah

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

they were eaten by a rat
all mutatin' in a hat
the cops they shot that sucka dead
ripped it open, grabbed a head
brought it ovuh ta yer place
and they stuck it in yer face
do you recognize these eyes
you ain't tellin any lies

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

all the heat's gettin to ya
everybody wants ta do ya
so it's time to split the scene
just anotha rappin teen
ya blow the money on a car
but ya do not drive it far
just down to the local jail
where you scream I wanna fail

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

gave up rappin for all time
called the man wif yo last dime
got a job with a foocha
a professional type moocha
in the new administration
of this great condom nation
hypin' Elder's bogus wrappahs
to the poor sucka rappuhs

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

soon there'll be a brighter day
after the problems go away
all the honkies will be dead
the bruthas on their dyin' bed
and the sistas and the muthas
won't be goin any futha
H I V is yer new friend
it makes us equal in the end

Yo! Yo, rappuh!

you were rappin wif yo mama
in her purple fuzz pajama
she was scratchin up a storm
like a DJ true ta form
when the saints came marchin in
you were drownin in some gin
they played some blues as they went by
and headed back into the sky

wif! wif oucha!

Yo! [Yo!] Yo! [Yo!] Yo!     Yo, yoyo, yo rappuh!
                        Yo!                   Yo, rappuh!

Wif! [Wif!] Wif! [Wif!] Wif!      Wif, wifwif, wif oucha!
                             Wif!                         Wif oucha!

[repeat yo! & wif! lines through fadeout]

Last updated: 11 Aug 1994

This article may be freely distributed via computer network or other electronic media, or printed out from such media, for personal use only. Any non-personal (ie, commercial) use of this article voids the warranty which prevents my wasting hundreds, if not thousands, of yours and my dollars in lawsuits. Commercial copy permission may be granted if, in the author's sole opinion, other usage of this article is for purposes the author holds near and dear to his heart and/or wallet. For such permission, contact the author via email at roadkills.r.us@XYZZY.gmail.com [remove the "XYZZY." to make things work!] or via mail at the address below. Appearing in person at the author's residence during daylight hours for a personal audience is also permitted, provided no weapons are brought along. This notice contains no MSG, sugar, artificial sweeteners, sunlight, air, or other known carcinogenic substances or energy forms.

1705 Oak Forest / Round Rock, TX / 78681-1514 / USA

This copyright may be freely used, distributed and modified subject to the conditions noted above in the preceeding paragraph.

Miles O'Neal <roadkills.r.us@XYZZY.gmail.com> [remove the "XYZZY." to make things work!] c/o RNN / 1705 Oak Forest Dr / Round Rock, TX / 78681-1514