Point/Counterpoint: Rumi vs Mo’ Liller’ Doggy

Point: I long for the day that First Cause unveils

by Jelaluddin Rumi

In such revealing nights I swoon
Others crescent is my full moon
The night when beloved is in our midst
A night as revealing as a hundred high noon.

Around us impotent causality fails
For I long for the day that First Cause unveils
A mendicant poverty won’t shun
Others’ hardships he proudly entrails.

God forbid such emblems under my gown
In every town I wear such crown
The pearl that outgrows both worlds
Within the sea of my heart shall drown.

In this world attained our resurrection grade
Till thoughts of the other & Judgement Day fade
Settle for God’s never ending grace
Grace of all others try to evade.
All the world like Shams-e Tabriz
Is under the parasol shade.

Counterpoint: Hey mutha fucka, quit stealin’ my rhymes!

by Mo’ Liller’ Doggy

Hey mutha fucka, quit stealin’ my rhymes! You got no business getting’ all up in my jams and coppin my thunda! A deaf-ass mutha fucka could hear how you been studyin’ my stanzas an’ rippin’ em off point blank!

Well I’m gonna point blank your Sufi ass, less you fess up the crimes, and pay for my rhymes!

You all writing ‘bout some dude Shams-e-Tabriz like you be all up in each other all snug-like. Like you crushin’ o somethin’. Yo’, whatever man, that’s yo deal. But my deal, it’s called Respect. You best be respectin’ that I gotta daughter to feed and I got homies to lead. I ain’t gonna be cowtowing down to no 13th century fruitcake mystic.

Check this:

You wrote:

“In such revealing nights I swoon
Others crescent is my full moon
The night when beloved is in our midst
A night as revealing as a hundred high noon.”

But I got it down in tracks me, on my first album, bustin’ this:

“Four shots of Hennessey and I don’t swoon
Bustin’ shots by the light of the moon
Enemies be hidin’ amongst our midst
I’ll cap their ass by the light of noon.”

If that ain’t bad enough, then look what you gone done:

“In this world attained our resurrection grade
Till thoughts of the other & Judgement Day fade
Settle for God’s never ending grace
Grace of all others try to evade.
All the world like Shams-e Tabriz
Is under the parasol shade.”

When everyone from Dre to Diddy know I been makin’ mint wit dis one:

“I been drinking Hennessey since the third grade
To make thoughts of homework fade
And I was bangin’ this ho named Grace
And ran from the cops to evade
I hid Ganja smoke by spraying Febreeze
And hid red eyes with Ray-Ban Shades.

Don’t fuck me Rumi. I’m ready to die. Even if you shoot me, I got homies that will hurt you till you drop. Ghosts, mutha fucka! Ghosts!

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