We all rapped 16 bars in my Poetry in Performance class tonight. It’s a new assignment, and since they were all nervous I wrote and performed as well. The directions were to write 16 bars, or lines, or 8 rhyming couplets, to the instrumental track of “Nuthin’ But a G Thang” by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. The students all came with their rhymes and took a turn on the mike. It was evident they practiced, and they did great.
It’s a super way to learn how to compress and elongate lines of poems for performance, as well as being fearless as a performer. I am, however, kind of sick of the ‘G Thang’ groove, at least for now.
It’s my classroom so I ask your attention
Preaching mothafuckas like a Baptist convention.
Droppin’ funky lessons make the sucka teachers mumble
When I’m on the mic, sucka profs they all crumble.
Try and get close, your brain’ll get smacked
My mothafuckin knowledge cause an asthma attack.
That’s ‘cause I never slip my lesson plans,
Got a Honda-full of handouts to help the short attention spans.
My class is democratic, sporadic, Hippocratic,
Aristocratic, never bureaucratic–
Yeah, and ya’ don’t stop
I told you I’m like Rick Roll when I rock
tweed jacket elbow patches but not stodgy
Never gonna mack it with a dodgy pedagogy
Drinkin’ Bacardi like a Wall Street investor
My name is Prof. D and the last name is Nester