sips of ripple wine

I'm just playin', don't do that, he's Dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, bup-bup, bup-bup, bup-bup Bum, ba-bum, ba-bum, yeah Sippin' beaujolipple Laughin' as the bougie try to scribe a riddle Feelin' tickle of mutiny Rappin' like it's new to me Held my own in cyphers where you wouldn't step foot Beats is knockin', but I wouldn't step foot Hirsute, the most trivial pursuit Giggling in spurts and fits Playing trumpet 'til it hurt the lips Trying to make grandiose announcements From peaks of mountains You must level up, you must level up You must level up, you must level up, you must level up Level up, up, up, up Leveling up, bum-ba-dum, uh Uh, up-up, uh Up, up, up Level up, level up, level up, mm Level up, level up, level up Feels like it, this first poem I'd like to read, is a poem Always take the glasses off for the photographers So I won't look like the rest of 'em This first poem I'd like to read Is a poem dedicated to all the poets, all over the world She was me We came running, innocent Laughing blobs of blood and faith Through this mother father world, where laughter seems out of place We learned to cry, please, they pronounce you human being The secret jazz blew a sigh, I grew a third eye And a fourth and fifth, never knowing the price of pork or cigs Some familiar sound shouts, "wait" Some are evil, some will hate We got busy, stayed hidden, eloped Life in the warzone, super atomic color cinemascope Charitable wallets, screams are stereophonic Marcellus Wallace with them pipe hittin' niggas gettin' ready to Go medieval, hopscotching grassy knolls, like Knievel Rifle at the easel, my specialty is retrievals From the back of the mind, believing in the swinging The sound of my skull unhinging They were too busy dying on living ground to hear a simple sound Too busy earning medals for killing children In super atomic color cinemascope Listening to jazz through all these important things going on My soul demanding a cave of its own My soul demanding a cave of its own Someone who I am is no one Something I have done is nothing Someplace I have been is nowhere, I am not me What are the answers I must find questions for? All these strange cities I must find streets for Thank God for the ruby yacht poet gang Thank God for the ruby yacht poet gang Thank God for the ruby yacht poet gang (She was) most mesmerizing She was I know, I know for If you should see (I know) A man walking down a crowded street (I know) Talking aloud to himself Don't run in the opposite direction But run towards him, for he is a poet You have nothing to fear from the poet