Genesis - Baba Brinkman

In the beginning I was just a kid, listenin' to Slick Rick

Maestro Fresh Wes, Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince

Rewrite the lyrics and recite ‘em to my best friends

But I was just a copycat and this was just a hobby that

Would probably pass after I’d exhausted all my sloppy raps

And got the laughs I was after, typical little bastard

Privileged middle-class mischievous little rascal

With a ticket to sit in the back row at a rap show

I listened to Fat Joe, Method Man, and B. I. G

And imagined livin' as a V. I. P

Though I didn’t have a plan, just a fantasy

But I could still pass exams with ease and plant trees

To get cash for books, tuition fees, and rap CDs

And I had a chance to read classic Greek tragedies

I’ve always been addicted to words

So I just immersed myself in English Literature

But I was immature, and these were fickle times

Between classes I would listen to rhymes and find

My lips whispering lines as if in the background

Then at nineteen I wrote my first original rap down

I go back to the Genesis Eden Garden

When I was a teen in love with freestylin'

That’s when I learned techniques for rhymin'

And started redesignin'

I can still feel that prickle of initial excitement

I figured, «It's official y’all;

this is enlightenment!»

I pictured myself cypherin' with the likes of Big Pun

Whippin' punks into submission with a flip of the tongue

I did it for fun;

I was ambitious and irreverent

I figured I was clever enough to get the better

Of any competitor, ‘cause I was verbally first rate

My early verses were based on discursive wordplay

With no breaks, no separated parts, no bars, no hooks

Just page after page past the margins of notebooks

So far so good;

I built my skills gradually

And kept on track with the bachelor’s degree

Actually, I considered droppin' out to get respect

But I figured more options would mean less regrets

And besides, some rappers were comin' differently

I discovered Blackalicious and Talib Kweli

MCs who could rip the beat descriptively

And then in my second season I had this epiphany

«Rap is poetry!»

and ever since I’ve represented it

Openly through my position as an academic

Get It?

I go back to the Genesis Eden Garden

When I was a teen in love with freestylin'

That’s when I learned techniques for rhymin'

And started redesignin'

Next semester I convinced my teachers

That hip-hop lyrics would be my thesis research

I thought I would be the first to study it in depth

Reality check;

the library index

Already had a long list of hip-hop scholarship

Steps that I followed in;

David Foster Wallace and

Tricia Rose and Brian Cross got acknowledgments

And props;

they taught me hip-hop history

And I started to approach this culture realistically

And the next step for me in this MC trajectory

Was for me to freestyle obsessively

On road trips I was a motor-mouth motorist

I learned to flow sick on a solo tip

Rockin' Dr. Dre beats — Xxplosive

I was blowin' doors open;

people started listenin'

Hip-hop for me was a form of discipline

Born Again on the discman, studyin' flows

Whadaya know?

When I was just twenty years old

I hit the tracks runnin' my mouth like a bloody nose

And took my first steps down this long dusty road

Oh!

I get lethargic and reminisce

In the darkness return to the days

When I learned to spit marvelous

And give props to those who started this

HipHop, I love being part of this