Rap Mutations

The Bronze Fonz first appeared when Ill Seer sheared his long locks like tongs locked on lettuce let us get a healthy grasp raspy vocals sweet like raspberry moka only folks a poke-a-dot in front of my spot trampoline trampin tramps who dampen like Jed Clampitt clampin down on these gophers who go for too long you know you’ve gone wrong when your swansong’s the Thong Song. Flee the fleet that metes out meat called beef at each meeting teaching the free styles that beach Orcas Oracles deplore bull so I’ll mull on mullets hit with mallets and the tail end of model talent fondle valid candles of wisdom cuz I missed them in Plato’s cave slave to the great plateful of shadows dished out in meadows of nettles settle for a medal of honour but my Metal someone Jacked it, Full of a lack of facts it’s back to the stacks of books Look … I don’t care if the system’s shook so long as a mate or mystic’s hooked … later - the rest get took. © Headcleaners 2: Headcleaning, Delegates of Culture, 2002.