Alain de Lille (AKA Alanus ab Insulis) said hip hop is an "intelligible sphere whose centre is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere," and not to "hold as gold all that shines as gold." Big ups, fellow close readers/crunk fanz.
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I be ridin lobsters
ballin like a true sphere
center stayin everywhere
circumference bein nowhere
I be rockin long hair
no cares—no fears—
cept a bein so drunk
fuckin till my dick clear
lips be dark as horseshoe
crabs off a purple pier
at midnight in heaven
when the lights off, oh yeaher
party like it's Baghdad
in nine-ninety-nine
and you fuckin twenny Frankish bitches
feelin so fai-yain
BECAUSE!? I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
cuttin like a monkey do
trippin with them scissors
sippin on some sizzurp-stew
liquid chicken gizzards
…milkshake, apple bottom
don't tell em Heavy's round
this town crunk enough without em
OH SHIT IT'S TOO LATE
diamond po-po everywhar
askin have ya seent him, cuzin
nah they simply drinkin beers
still you should look closer still
the bubbles off the lager head
is fifty karat to the tenfth
tha's mo mo gold than Ozymand—
ever had—watch, men—
we do it like Watchmen
flyin in the Heavy blimp
and cookin shrimp poppin off
CAUSE I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
SPITTIN UP SAPPHIRES
SHITTIN OUT EMERALDS, DAWG,
TILL HE IN THE CLAY, EXPIRED
EVEN THEN BET TEN
HE COMIN BACK ANYWHO
WHO KNEW? THE DEVIL DID
TIME-TRIPPIN, HE CHEATIN DUDE
CAUSE WE B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ
…DIAMONDZ …DIAMONDZ
CAPS LOCKS IS ON IT
LIKE I'M SHOUTIN AT SOME FINE YOUNG
GIRLS WHO MY GIRLFRIEND KNEW
AND THEY B DRANKIN COINTREAU
WE B SHAKIN SALT
TILL THE LAND AIN'T FARMABLE
(why everybody want diamonds anyway?
y'all think rare carbon's baller but to me it's just a phase, until—)
I—I—I—I—
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ diamondz diamondz
I B I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ diamondz diamondz
I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ diamondz diamondz
I B I B DRANKIN DIAMONDZ diamondz diamondz