Why I should not write hip hop lyrics. I woke up last night with some rhymes in my head. That does­n’t hap­pen very often, so I pulled out a pen and wrote them down. You’re welcome.

Whether I’m rock­ing pas­ta fazoola

in clam­p­down Ashtabula,

or earn­ing ras­ta moolah

behind the vestibula,

It don’t mat­ter. I’m takin’ you out

of school and let­ting the truth

unspool like a silent movie.