Rap Critic - Ghost Dog lyrics

[Rap Critic: spoken] Wait, what are you thinking? You're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, are you? Kyle, you fool! There's no way you can make this look good! [Oancitizen] I check it I know I ain't good at the rhyme scheme But all the underlying themes call for a rap tune And so it seems I'm-a be rappin' about the aesthetic of Ghost Dog And again, I'm new So if it's crappy, then sorry But here in my pretentious film safari Here's a gem of a film I spied Like Mata Hari Now Jim Jarmusch His films are all garnished with cross-culture characters That gives it all the varnish of a melting pot American dream, cooking, piping hot Culture mixture meshing involving And so they gotta kind of mixed identity Cause America's an entity Made up of not one but many Like E pluribus unum And Forest Whitaker's character with the bird Shows a mix of Afro-Asian culture Just like the Mafia That's centered from the stock of the Italians But still to quote the rhymes of hip-hop So you see It's a fable, put some minced meat on the table About America's conglomerate soul It'd still be able to blast couple gats Leave some bodies falling flat Like your pop will get popped I don't think that This is too dense and its subject immense So break down the mental barriers And go over the fence So open up your eyes Give Ghost Dog a try That's all for this episode Of Brows Held High [Instrumental's original Chorus plays over credits] Cash rules everything around me CREAM, get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Cash rules everything around me CREAM, get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Rap Critic: spoken] Eh, 2 out of 5