End of the Ice Age

Some nerve
From the slum then serve scum
Swerve into my bait and switch
Weight and pitch
Skate off the plate
The state gets rich
Badaboom badabling- bang
Forgot about that yin yang thing thang
It’s the end of the ice age
Here’s some sage advice
You forebears’ warfare
can’t afford the twelve gauge
to wave around and threaten with
They’re gettin dissed and choppin fists
in Sierra Leone
The mountain of lions
Recountin the times when
Compressed carbon shot up Kimberlites
a fountain of diamonds
for your million dollar wonderbra ironic readymade
Take a lick and taste the iron maiden machete blade
Get thee to a nunnery
Don’t give son a rea-
Son to run you out the country to Hungary
Eastern bloc Budapest
If beats could talk
This one say, ‘You da best’
What?
You’re embarrassed?
Flash your pearly whites
It’s gonna be an early night
You wanna hit the hay
But I got shit to say
You travel the world
You’re supposed to be worldly, right?
The editor in chief
Is a predator and thief
So it’s not in his interest to settle the beef
We save strength by sharing a wavelength
Diamond’s derived from ‘adamas’
Like adamantium in Wolverine
And is just one phase of pressurized carbon
Like buckminsterfullerene and graphite that writes gems
That can never be stolen
While diamonds are jewels to which kings are beholden
Yet the difference between em’s just an elecron’s alchemy
I watched Tower Two fall from a window
My Dad watched from his balcony
A year later I was rhymin bout diamonds
And two months after that I was shocked by the timin
Y’see big bro demanded a ring that had been secretly locked up
for the woman he’d knocked up
I guess he wanted to pay for the milk in her bra cup
Carrier pigeons were carrion birds
No ring a barrier to marryin words
There’s not a hindi that’s living
This kind of Indian giving
Give back the ring from mom’s wedding?
You’ve got to be kidding
Debeers is just as it appears
A shadowy entity that never clears
Less than to the nth degree
With iman as their spokesmodel
Reppin for her folk that’s broke like a Coke bottle
Free enterprise is lies once it’s centralized
Call off the battaleons for the galley of galleons
Stallions deserve to be forcefed
The horsehead whose blood
courses through your bed
you’re weak like no power steering
Roy Cohens assist the Keyfauver hearing
At home Boyzones in flower earrings
I’m no authority but you raise your kids horribly
So which is it? Carat or cut?
You ground down that stone to a nub and for what?
Why not mount it in its natural asymmetry?
How is it better by prismatic geometry?
Devalue the ballyhoo of rocks and lunchboxes
I’ve a hunch you’d join country clubs to hunt foxes
Diamonds are a dime a dozen
Compared to the crime against Moslems
Art and artifacts gone that prove we’re all cousins
And if I had my druthers, cousins be called brothers
Like we did back when our leaders were mothers