Five Ways

“Truthfully I have trouble with second verses ‘cause the first one be so intimidating. It be bullying and picking on it, instigating, pointing out all the second ones limitations. Like: You ain’t nothing but a imitation, like “Bits o’ Bacon.” Then he gets the chorus and the beats together then they all gang up on him and get to hating. But then, around the eighth bar, he tires of their conspiring-commiserating. Then he find his inspiration to spar. He takes a few seconds of judo lessons. Gets back on beat. Then punches the guitar. They stand in awe, like: When did you write that? That ain’t even right, black. First verse already happened so he don’t have a chance to fight back. I like that.”