Okay, look — I like rap. I actually like it more than a white boy from upstate New York probably should. I celebrate the catalogs of Tupac and Biggie Smalls. In fact, there are few things I love more than cruising around my lily white suburb bumping Dr Dre’s “The Chronic” while soccer moms look at me in horror and/or disgust.
However, not all of it is quite so… lyrical or poetic. In fact, some of it really isn’t English, as far as I can tell.
As evidenced in the clip below, rhapsodic prose it is not.