O bro Ne-Yo, o bro Ne-Yo!
Wherefore art thou so . . . so-so?
Bill Shakez iz much da phatter spitter,
That it should come to this! It’s bitter —
sweeeeet young homies just engagin’,
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When those of richer tongue are staging
Plays that wastemanz ain’t attendin’,
Their apps, like muses of fire ascending
The brightest heaven of intention,
Still pimp their bustas’ def attention.
An app! An app! Their culture for an app!
We heated bout dis lit’ry brrrrrrrrrrrrrap.
But den we’re old-skool grey dukes, innit,
Though the app be madness, yet there is method . . . in it.
See, fam? The similarities is endless,
Betwixt the bard and blinged befrienders.
In hip hop they be preachin’ YOLO,
Lo, he agrees: there is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so.
Dis Willy S is proper SIK see,
Let no youngster say “for my own part, it was Greek to me”.
Pray let them, if quoting Act One Scene One
Of Caesar — dat cultured shizzle will help you get some!
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Some will say jam these techno-hype-tings,
The purists do protest too much, wethinks.