I have sympathy for rappers, I do, because, like practitioners of the stage musical, they suffer from a tradition hidebound by moribund conventions. If we don’t help one another we are destined, without artistic refreshment, to sink further and further into self-regarding sterility.
So I hope hip hoppers can benefit from these attempts, by a writer from the fields of music theatre and cabaret, to breathe life into three classic rap tropes:
Girl, we go together like MacLeod with the highland,
We’re like the families on Pitcairn Island.
“Rosebud”, it meant that for all of Charlie’s riches
Life ain’t nothin’ but money and bitches.
I’m a poet, like the Enderby that Burgess loved to write,
I’m a classic, I am sick, and man, my sh*t is tight.