This Nigga

by Abubakar Elbasha

This Nigga…
Is the reason behind my crusade against stupidity,
every time he comes around he makes everyone in his vicinity uncomfortable like a sudden rise in humidity.
His I.Q, is negative infinity like the mind of a cheap whore,
and if killing weren’t forbidden then you wouldn’t be seein’ this nigga no more.

This nigga ain’t fat but he skips so many sizes when buying/jackin’ clothes,
that he can fit a whole crew of niggas just like him in them,
seldom does he pray but he always wears a platinum cross,
and keeps a fake diamond pinky ring to show he’s the ‘boss’

This nigga likes to bully those that ain’t as ‘hard’ as he,
on patrol day and night like he’s tryna guard the streets,
keeps kronies on his speed dial so if he gets into trouble he’s got an ignorance fleet,
all strapped with 9’s and fake air forces on their feet,
and if he gets beat down, then he makes sure his revenge is sweet,
he’ll find out where you live and try to stab you in your sleep.

This nigga is the reason we are called niggas,
got the world thinking all blacks trade in their future to play with stolen triggers,
all act a fool because we dropped out before high school and sort ourselves into gangs and clicks,
and rap about our transition
from ‘rags to gold toothpicks’,
from ‘communal showers to private baths,
from ‘the bus to first class’
from ‘masturbating to buying sex’
from ‘hot rocks to kleenex’
Thinking we all go hard like the heart’s left ventricle,
and walk with a limp like we busted a testacle.

This nigga always dies young and is always reincarnated in larger numbers,
so if you chop one head off, its only more ‘nigga for life’ spray painted on custom made bumpers,
this nigga brags all day about his ‘swagg’ and sharing fabricated stories of his past to show he’s slick,
parades around chasing chicks with little boys,
but empty heads talk the most like empty cans make the most noise so this nigga can eat a dick.