Monday, January 19, 2009

Line #20

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Shotgun blast x2], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk/
And not two scores and seven years later/
He'll swear on the bible, then say to the haters:/
"Hope has arrived, let's stop all that illin'/
Gitmo needs closin', windmills need buildin'/
So I promise to you, on my first day in office/
I'll put lipstick on my dipstick and call it fiscal stimulus/
[Shotgun blast x2]

Line #19

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk/
And not two scores and seven years later/
He'll swear on the bible, then say to the haters:/
"Hope has arrived, so stop all that illin'/
Gitmo needs closin', windmills need buildin'/
And I promise to you, on my first day in office/

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Line #18

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk/
And not two scores and seven years later/
He'll swear on the bible, then say to the haters/
"Hope has arrived, so stop all that illin'/
Gitmo needs closing, windmills need buildin'/

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Line #17

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk/
And not two scores and seven years later/
He'll swear on the bible, then say to the haters/
"Hope has arrived, so stop all that illin'/

Friday, January 16, 2009

Line #16

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk/
And not two scores and seven years later/
He'll swear on the bible, then say to the haters/

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Line #15

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk/
A couple score and seven years later/

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Line #14

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/
not black as pitch, nor white as milk

Line #13

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/
A child was born, of a certain ilk/

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Line #12

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/
When Ike took a hike, gave the reins to Jack/

Monday, January 12, 2009

Line #11

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/
And Hawaii was a place where the Japs attacked/


Sunday, January 11, 2009

Line #10

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/
To when white was white and black was black/

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Line #9

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Hid your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/
Speaking of history, let's think back/

Friday, January 09, 2009

Line #8

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Dropped your corpse beneath the underpass/
Then back to school in time for history class/

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Line #7

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/
Dropped your corpse beneath the underpass/

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Line #6

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/
No sound effect, I just shot your ass/

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Line #5

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/
[Sound effect of two shotgun blasts], shotgun blast/

Monday, January 05, 2009

Line #4

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to make daily bread/
Promised silver, paid in lead/

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Line #3

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/
And my ass was well-tasked to produce daily bread/

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Line #2

Once upon a time, when the streets ran red/
With the blood of the white, the blue, the well-bred/

Friday, January 02, 2009

Line #1

Once upon a time when the streets ran red/

Thursday, January 01, 2009

This Post Is Not What You Think It Is

It is not the first step toward fulfilling a New Years resolution of blogging more. I did not, prior to typing this post, resolve to blog more, or everyday, or once a month or even ever again. Going forward, posts on this blog shall remain half-baked, sporadic and of questionable merit. That, my friends, is a promise.

This post is something else. This post is the beginning of a rap verse.

You've all heard of rap music, I presume? Good. Here comes some.

One verse, to be exact. One verse, five stanzas, four lines each. Within each stanza, each of the lines will rhyme.

Why this structure? Simple. Because for every day of this month, January, 2009, I will compose one line of the verse. One line per day for twenty days. Starting tonight.

That means on January 20th, 2009, the night of the inauguration of our 44th President of the United States of America, Barack Obama, the verse will be complete.

Upon its completion, I'll begin the process of seeking out a "DJ" to "lay down" a "sick beat" to accompagny said verse. Then I will rap the verse. Then I will post that recording here.

And just to confound you even further, I will not end this post with the first line of the verse. No no, the first line of the verse will come tomorrow. Tonight, I'll post the last line of the verse. Why? That I can't answer. That, as our President-Elect would say, is "above my pay grade."

So, in summation:

Over the next twenty days, I will compose a rap verse commemorating the inauguration of our new President.

And that verse will conclude thusly:

/I'll put lipstick on my dipstick and call it fiscal stimulus