Artist: Quez Album: Declaring Shenanigans!!! Song: Autobiography in the Third Person Typed by: @QuezThePoet And rumor has it He came up out the womb a sonic boom and a match stick Clenched between his teeth he lit it on his way out It was his first fire spit it burned the roof of his mouth And then the doctor said this boy's a Huey Neutron Bomb But his mom she said nah, a Martin Luther King Kong His daddy said he gon' spit that Slangston Hughes And give these niggas the blues be bad news to crews And when the people heard the news they all hit the avenue In rejoice, a lot of them sparked blunts and cracked brews And some commemorated this day with tattoos That read "the Beatniq is here lets all go strait cashews" They're calling him the blues, the funk, the jazz the rock n roll They say his first steps conquered monster obstacles And when he smiled he would glow it's like his soul glistened The first word he spoke the whole world stopped to listen He said… Follow the man with the mic in his hand And he'll show you how to ge-ge-get down He got a story to tell so everybody gather round And by the way what they call him is the… Follow the man with the mic in his hand And he'll show you how to ge-ge-get down He got a story to tell so everybody gather round And by the way what they call him is the… And they say he's out his mind out of sight outlandish out spoken Outstanding outside the box get out foxed By a rambling poet declaring all types shenanigans On any Zapp Brannigan shitting on our future-rama Plus they say he's quite the charmer And he love his mama and he's worth the dollar That you'll spend on an album or a show or book of poem Go and throw him to the lions crucify him if you think he's slowing Down the evolution of this hip hop art thang Familiar face to many but his ways are arcane He pull the heart strings like the long lost art came From a past life and he's the re-incarnate Stepping through the Stargate To lands unknown his only weapon is a poem His only message is to show em how to do it on their own And if their leader's corrupt then it's their job to overthrow him Follow the man with the mic in his hand And he'll show you how to ge-ge-get down He got a story to tell so everybody gather round And by the way what they call him is the… Follow the man with the mic in his hand And he'll show you how to ge-ge-get down He got a story to tell so everybody gather round And by the way what they call him is the… And they say that his death will be a glorious one Although hero unsung a legend undone A battle un-won but the struggles carried on By the out casted youth with angst so very strong And they do not know his name just his poems and songs Face forgotten with the changing times but they hang his rhymes On their picket signs death to those crossing picket lines They say that wickedness is everywhere and sleeps in the divine No wonder that his rhymes are said to be the source of crime And to listen or quote equates to death and doing time But they still bust the rhymes from a man who's now a myth They call him Chupacabra not sure if he exists But they still raise a fist computer chip in their wrist Scratched off middle finger to the law like back off And the moral is of course That death can't even stop the man spittin' full force