He was a rapper,
a jack of all trades.
His name was Easy E, and he died of AIDS.
So I thought a good tribute to my artist would be
To shed a little light on his deficiency.
It's contracted through blood,
or bodily fluids,
and he got it through sex,
cause that's how we do it.
But it wasn't so funny,
and it wasn't a joke,
when his nose got all runny
and he started to choke,
and spent the rest of his time
In a hospital bed -
He came in as a legend,
and came out of it dead.
But it shouldn't have happened,
and he could have been smarter,
and he could've checked with
But he didn't.
And he had to tell his pregnant wife,
That his simple mistake
was gonna cost him his life.
H to the I to the V to the AIDS,
all the girls that he got
and all the money that he made
Easy just wanted to cruise,
but now he's a reminder of
what we all have to lose.
(The correct spelling is "Eazy," the misspellings were preserved for artistic genuinity.)
We review the decorations of the famed rapper, Jay Z.
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8:45 AM - Trucklord raises awareness for HIV
Not your average young black man
In the Liberty High School Band.
You may know me for standing on the sideline.
I just really hate band.
It's just not fine.
It's as messed up as my un-edged hairline.
The band program don't even care for us.
Not even a little bit
They're a bunch of hypocrites.
Their morals are twisted.
They say that inconsistency causes stress.
But they're consistently inconsistent - what they do best
Setting us all for unsuccess
Life on the sideline was very hard.
Not very easy to stand with a bunch of retards.
I should've gotten a spot.
I always make my dots.
I should've marched - program screwed so I'm not.
Band is such a waste of time
To be on the sideline
Don't even get paid a dime
I'd paid six hundred; didn't sign up for this
Romo gets millions
I am so pissed! (Wow!)
Now I must deal with all these jokes.
People makin' off the field jokes. (Yeah)
Drivin' me insane, they all deserve to choke.
(I'm tired of being a joke.)
Some may think that I am a queer
I must tell you something that's been unclear.
I'd like to express myself, I'm an individual
I'm into 'viduality
It's in my reality
Part of my mentality
No time for people's brutality.
How can I get through people's thick heads?
You shall not define man . . .
For where he stands.
I know who I am.
Get with the program.
I am very misunderstood
But it is all good
I'm a little esoteric
Not very generic
Don't you dare label me!
I can be who I wanna be.
One day you will see . . .
My life on the sideline
Why do they mess with me?
Why can't they let me be?
Stop using the sideline
I'm a prisoner of band
A prisoner of the sideline
Even a prisoner of my troubled mind.
Why does it have to be me?
Why not [REDACTED]
Now I have a confession
I deal with oppression
Band gives me depression.
My section makes me wanna jump . . .
Off the bus and kill myself.
(May not rhyme, but as Chance The Rapper would say, "The truth doesn't always rhyme. ")
Band's screwing with my sanity.
What's wrong with humanity?
Blacks have a 1 in 3 chance to go to jail.
But killing myself will send me straight to hell. (I'm already in hell - it's band. )
Deep inside my soul I knew I cannot give up.
So screw band!
Nobody gonna tell me where to stand.
Nobody can define who I am.
I set the tones.
Nobody tells me what to do . . .
So screw you.
*Some lines were omitted to preserve the artist's well-being
We learned about the technicality of rap against lyricality, and our sponsor Coach Friar the Creator was able to grace us with his presence for the first time.
- Jacob and the line about his nose
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