An excerpt from my forthcoming dissertation on Rap as an effective means of Communication

Look at them drug dealers,
fleeing on 4-wheelers.
Leave them boys alone,
the niggas is known killas.
You can tell who the man
just look at his wrist.
Iced out like Chicago
December the 5th.
Plain mind right, money right
ready for war;
In the Porsche stayin slick for the glock in the door.
Sittin on dubs, sittin on drugs, sittin on dough.
See me in the club with the sickenin glow.
O S CH I nigga N to the O,
Back harder, back stronger, back flippin that dro.

They call me Elvis, got the block rockin and rollin;
While cops patrolin, money gettin made and folded.
Guns on both sides, rims on both rides Chrome on both rides, damn i'm so live.
If money is power, then crack is strength.
Like you bench-press the block when you flippin them bricks
untill we get rich. We just stuck on a mission,
to get a crib so big you can't find the kitchen.

I'm to hot to handle, too cold to hold.
My guns are like janet Jackson cause they out of control.
Don't gotta go platimun, just let me go gold.
Go to your funeral in a polo shirt and some BOSE.
Yeah, I'm good with rap, i'm better with triggas.
My money won't stop like a cab for niggas.
I control the block cause my bash is bigga
So much ice in my chain it look like a mirror.
Dope in ballons, hot like the middle of June,
and a bullet in your chest will turn your shirt maroon.

I rap for my thug niggas who be breakin the law,
To my homies upstate who scream "Mohammed Wallah."
To my old heads in the union still slingin the raw,
to the girls in the projects, i'll hit y'all off.
I'm hot to death, signed and sealed.
I mess with the Roc, so y'all other labels can keep y'all deals.