Take the rap

09 January 2003, 820 words

Prime Minister Patrick Manning has been taking a lot of stick ever since he met with gang leaders in order to request that they stop robbing, raping and killing. The thing is, if Manning could in fact communicate effectively with these "community leaders", as he calls them, then his approach might indeed work. But these guys are from the ghetto. They wear gold chains with matching teeth and use the F-word as verb, adjective, noun and all-purpose detergent. Manning, on the other hand, is a jacket-and-tie born-again Afro-Saxon, with dimples. So how can he talk to such characters in a way they can understand? The answer, in my opinion, is to rap. So, in order to help out Mr. Manning and my country, I have penned the following ditty for him to use when next he meets with these individuals.

P Manny Prime

Lyrics by KB, copyright 2003
 
Intro:
Yes, I'm back, Patrick's back
Back on track, hiring hacks,
Sack by fax, take twice by tax,
Stack the facts, put blacks in shacks.
 
Verse 1
Yo yo, yes it's me, I freaked up the UNC
Now I'm back like a bad penny, ready for any body
Ain't nobody can beat me, I'm the man named Manny
I'm ready for any body, every body
And many bodies we go see in two oh oh three
Which is why I'm keeping that beeping Chin Lee,
Chinee money necessary electorally,
So though Chin Lee see so dimly, dim bulb, dim sum,
I'll keep him on like a setting sun
Keep Laventy safe for you sons-of-a-gun.
So let that Guy say what he want
I'll put him down like a mother's cunt,
I go haze the populace with a populist phrase
Is just in the trace, is just a phase,
Give out a ten days, public servants a raise
Daze the naysayers with my public prayers.
 
Chorus:
Say hee ha hee hee ha
Hee ha hee ha ha.
Yes it's me, P Manny the Big Daddy
I'm the Prime Number, Number One,
Father of the Nation with no alteration
Ready to rap in your altercations.
Say ha, say hee, say ha ha hee!
 
Verse 2
So listen to me, I'm P Manny prime
Listen to my rhyme or you'll do hard time
For your horrible crimes you incorrigible slime
I'll bring you to the PM's home for a real good lime.
But don't try to P with me, I'm the game cock in this yard
That's why I put a lame duck who'll never be hard,
I'm a sadist, the raddest, the baddest bard
Since Shakespeare bared his rear and began a fad,
Cause I'm born again, I got a quatrain brain,
Now I'm back laying my tracks like a bullet train,
So don't try to P with me, my urine is a deadly sin,
Deadly like Jet Li, it'll cast you out like Benny Hinn,
So let them reporters rant and rave and misbehave
With a wave of a nib I can dig their grave,
'Cause my President will be no accident
Won't have any contrary antecedents
And in a state of emergency there'll be no urgency
To skew the news against my views
So there'll be no talk about free speech abuse
And I'll look so holy as I kneel in my pews.
 
Chorus:
Say hee ha hee hee ha
 
Verse 3
So say my name, say my name with no static,
Two syllables, don't be miserable, I'm so visible,
Call me Pa Trick, Pa Trick, I'm the Father of magic
Ain't that just so risible?
I stick like a tick to the dog of State,
Yeah, I'm the maximum leader ready to bleed her,
Got a full plate, don't get irate, ghost gangs I create,
To make you bottom feeders community leaders.
I tell my dame to say my name, praise my fame as I came
I ain't lame, I ain't tame, I take no blame,
Who get vex, get kill next, is all the same
Fat cheques, pop some necks, that's my game.
You's a fool if you think Abu's cool, he's just a tool,
A mutinous mule, a hard stool, that I use to help me rule.
The Muslimeen are mean but I'm a fighting machine,
I'm seen as Mr. Clean but I'm really quite obscene.
I got my own movement, a lone bashment,
My PNM will P on em, got more hate than Eminem,
I'm a sinister Minister here to administer
Rhetorical licks with a statistical twister,
Next to me Eric was a cleric, Chambers was a pot,
I beat them all, I wanna fall, I feeling hot hot hot!
 
Chorus:
Say hee ha hee hee ha
 
Hee ha hee ha ha.
Yes it's me, P Manny the Big Daddy
I'm the Prime Number, Number One,
Father of the Nation with no alteration
Ready to rap in your altercations.
Say ha, say hee, say ha ha hee!
Copyright ©2002 Kevin Baldeosingh