the man in the glasses

you see but don’t observe, / you hear but do not listen, /

let me try to draw / your attention. /

you see but don’t observe, / you hear but do not listen, /

so without permission /

i combine the rhyme, with the rhythm.

the earth fires my brain with the flow /

of the wind and cold, /

brushing through the knowledge tree. /

look beyond the phat stacks /

and the cold, dead, translucent sea. /

i’m that unifying force / in the vacuum of space.

all throughout the universe, / i’ve been studying the hip-hop verse, /

and i always give respect -- because it was the cats who catch wreck  /

on wax, / who taught us how to come correct. /

plus, of course, the books. /

y’see, because y’all ain’t fish, /

my rhymes ain’t got hooks. /

so give respect. / i know y’all can detect /

the brain cells more numerous, and savage /

than bill gates and his cabbage, /

plus i’m armed with a weapon / that i never fear to brandish. /

the man in the glasses ain’t ever been plastic.