Now from planet to planet and from star to star it doesn't really matter baby just who you are and from Earth to solar system and to UCB it's real hard to get a ticket to hear SJB because I rap as an amateur it's just a lark you'll neither see me at a party nor hear me in the Park I'm too shy to rock such places far away from my home I guess that must be the reason why I'm so unknown I rhyme from Moffit L and into Doe up and down and to and fro but finding social climbing blinding I'm rhyming over-timing trying just to let you know my name is just SJB ladies never notice me but when they're in my dreams the ladies never ever front on me wishing that I knew the deal boy oh boy am I for real? I love to mock your like and maybe even mock your rhymes I steal now I'm gonna peter out so listen very closely while I whisper that it's all about rhymes, some rhymes enuf rhymes, SJB got some rhymes Now with a voice like this I rock like hell but I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, nor Pattie la Belle I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, nor the B-52's my name is SJB and I'm the one that you lose cause when the music comes in my teeth start clickin' and my spit goes dry and my tongue starts stickin' I'm disaster on the mike and yes I'm so sure all it takes is one vision and you'll be floored cause in the game of rap I am the minor leagues when the others need laughs they'll come to me like President Ford on those green golf links my name is SJB and my delivery stinks and now you know just from those 12 lines that in the world of rap it takes all kinds cause I'm the chaff in the wheat and the mote in your eye I'm the fly in the ointment and the clouds in the sky I'm the dross in the gold and the rot at the core I'm the worm in the apple and the thumb that is sore I'm the pebble in your shoe and the mole on your face I'm the slag in the cauldron and the laggard in the race I'm the ashes in your mouth and the canker in the crop I'm the dregs at the bottom and the scum on the top I'm the ugly little duckling and the coal in your stocking I'm the bore at a party always talk-talk-talking yo my name is SJB and I'm rock-rock-rocking just ripping on those rappers whom I'm mock-mock-mocking with rhymes rhyme What is this thing that I squawk about? see it in the freezer every time you want to gawk about never tripped a rap not twenty-times told and if rhyme were a clime I'd always be cold I had to go to college to become an intellectual I have to go to grad school to get really ineffectual I have to stop by Rexall to get truly safely sexual yo I rock the mike in the proper place in all due time that's why I had to write a jam and call it Got Some Rhymes now as a rad result of this my rap's a tad tumultuous with maybe even quite by chance some rather tintinnabulous rhymes but I continue to bray school starts in August I get my final degree...my PhD... who can say? but when I get my doctorate the beat'll start hummin' and the rhymes'll start comin' and that'll bring the girls and dough so I can stop slummin' cause I'm the kind of guy that the big shots always toy with and now you know that I'm talking about this boy with rhymes, some rhymesReturn to poems page.
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