The world is my leash, universe's my pet
I point it at you and tell the dog to fetch
I fuck the universe good, love stains on my neck
Galaxies are imminent, so you can call it a threat
But I'll fuck them too, wager your bet
A billion stars orgasm, so God damn wet
Solar eclipse, that phenomenon's my pay cheque
If I don't get paid then there'll be a wreck
Record over beats, spit in the mic and alter the deck
Time to produce another hit, I'll be back in a sec
The Milky Way's my bitch, got my hand up her dress
She prepares for the worst but she's prayin' for the best
Money doesn't grow, these hoes can not rest
Fuck and suck your customers so we can earn some cash
Contraception is crucial, last week Jupiter got a rash
I got these planets, stars and satellites workin' nine till five
My gravitational pull is the only thing keepin' them alive
I'm a space man pimp and make money off these girls
Keep the planets nice an round and the galaxy in whirls
The universe's my oyster
But the galaxy's my pearl
Comments
Highhat | March 25, 2011 - 19:13
Hi Pinda
there should be a category called Rap- don't you think? This is a good one- love all the cosmic metaphors
;)Pia
pinda | March 25, 2011 - 21:35
Thank you Pia, It would be pretty cool to have a rap category, though I'd probably be one of very few using it :D
X
Pinda
PS- Just read your 'Gunned down' Pia, the power and emotion behind that piece is spot on. You captured the harsh reality of 'gang warefare' and compacted it into a great poem.
Well done.