Mullet

It was the (beatboxing) that got me (beatboxing)It was the (beatboxing) break (beatboxing)Deflate cuz I was gassedhead over heals in love with the electric drumsand spoken vocals which was the joke of localsand laughing stock of my rock and roll ass townbut the rhythmic acupuncture pierced my skinpinning the butterflies to my stomachwhich would flutter everytime i heard the (beatboxing)more than the (beatboxing)I WAS NO DEVIL WORSHIPERhigher level interpreteri refused to lose focus and recite satanic verseswith manic cursesdrug induced worst i know they were sayingkill your mother cuz it paid them wellyet in my flashback i see the foreshadowironic twist my first purchase was a hip hop recordcalled raising helli should have run when i had the chance but DMC'smade be wanna breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,made me wanna graff-write, made me want to not act whiteand not to perpetuate any stereotypes buti was not about the mullet icehockey haircutyou know the mullet, short on top for the fellaslong in back for the ladies, yea!i was not about the stonewashed nuthuggers with the frenchrolls on the bottom so tight that it turned my toes purplenor was i about the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,metallica, and slayer patchi had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and nevercould i get with () guitar riff, () guitar riff, ()I had wild style wars, i rented beat street every weekas i rocked steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mobuttons on my VCRI did the pause-play, rewind-stop-play, pause-play, pause-play, pause-playall day forcing my way into comprehension of inner city invention for mewas in the expression which would eventually win me acception(one exception) those around me couldnt give me affectionbut i played and paid that video attention till i eventually icompletely bit the (beatboxing)and found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to destroydecoys and be the real mccoy, YEA boy!i wore the clock so you could know the timechuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and even though hissidekick liked the flavor of BASS, i swear to godhip hop was about being drug freei swear to god hip hop was about the upliftment of humanityand i swear to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bachwas not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)guess i was gassed!, see i remember when dr dre used to expresssshimself about hating the chronic, a few years later he'sendorsing it while drinking gin and tonicsuburbanites that blast Mase learned their mad face from onyxit was a rat race the first to properly use ebonicsdynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like super sonichip hop flipped from being autistic to a pop hitmainstream took control and we cannot stop itits a black art, being manipulated by white controllersjust like rock and roll is ... we took the (beatboxing)we took the (beatboxing) ...