Real Ones

The past is the prologue, presently in this verse
I never sold dope, but I sold merch
The only hope I ever had for my soul thirst
Was a Palestinian Jew so I’m here to extol worth
I’m on a pole perched, positioned to rev engines and pistons
Andre Drummond something just to make the people listen
These dudes that be rappin' don’t be asking opinion
Bringing feelings to a fact fight might be a bad decision
Sipping Odwalla listening to Tame Impala
Vasco da Gama with the period and comma
Hyphen and semicolon, Set sail with the syntax
Explore a metaphor with the wind at my back
I’ve been ill with the verbs and the homonyms
Back when they was calling muslims 'mohammedans'
I put this on Momma n‘em
Alex called some friends
I’m here on my best behavior
Big Rube said, «Right onto the real and death to the fakers»