Rapping You with the Truth
Poetry and Music
Greetings, fellow members of the world family, thank you for taking a moment to hear my songs.
My name is Bob McNeil. I am a writer and spoken word artist. In between doing freelance work for various magazines and newspapers, I work with my band, The Stanzas.
Story behind the song
Truth be told, this song was inspired by my frustration with the banal subject matter on the radio. It seemed like a large percentage of the lyrics that I heard dealt with who owned what and who was better than whom. I am a writer of poems and stories; therefore, listening to guys brag about their jewelry does not seem all that creative. My initial response was to write an essay on the limited range of modern lyrics in Hip-Hop. Although I might have been able to sell the article to a magazine, it still would not have reached the intended audience—young fans of urban music. Out of that need to communicate an idea, the song called “Rapping you with the Truth” came into existence.
Lyrics
Rapping You with the Truth
While the homeless look for a place to piss,
While AIDS raids and invades our people,
While gangs harangue and mangle the innocent,
All you rappers, gold tooth cappers, model booty tappers
Can discuss your CHA CHING materialistic things.
I’m Rapping You, Rapping You,
Rapping You, Rapping You with the Truth.
When our children drop out and laze about,
When drugs make their minds dumb as slugs,
When crime begrimes their young prime,
All you rappers, gold tooth cappers, model booty tappers
Can discuss your CHA CHING materialistic things.
I’m Rapping You, Rapping You,
Rapping You, Rapping You with the Truth.
As our sisters are beaten by mean misters,
As mamas raise children without papas,
As kids skid down a low, low row,
All you rappers, gold tooth cappers, model booty tappers
Can discuss your CHA CHING materialistic things.
I’m Rapping You, Rapping You,
Rapping You, Rapping You with the Truth.
Now that you pimp and preen in a clean limousine,
Now that more and more whores follow your tours,
Now that you got the spot with a mansion and a yacht,
All you rappers, gold tooth cappers, model booty tappers
Can discuss your CHA CHING materialistic things.
I’m Rapping You, Rapping You,
Rapping You, Rapping You with the Truth.
Copyright 2007
by Bob McNeil
