He trapped cool in a bottle
And bathed in it.
Thick black tufts and twists
Bend and pop and lock
Then fade into a blanket of deep
Ebony velvet.
Hood off.
Speakers on.
Loud.
And that strut makes the rips
In the baby blue denim whole.
Walk over that beat.
Rap that rap.
Bump it
Boom clap
Those hands that talk.
In that beat
On that beat
Strut black man
Strut.