style like a slam dunk

"when i cop it's 4 doors, i'm too big for a coupe [people]
and when i go to war i don't get shot i just shoot [people]
i don't trust a [person] far as i can throw him
even though i'm feeling strong enough i prolly can roof [people]"

since my inner english nerd predated my rap music pointdexterity, my instinct upon first hearing the lines paraphrased above told me to critique (and probably mock) the clumsy logical stroll between clauses in the last 2 bars. i count bars with about the same reliability as john daly on the morning after so bear wit me.
that's 'cause i relate to words better than i relate to people. how can you expect grammar rules to hold sway over the writing of a guy determined to, in the same verse underlined by daws word with green squigglies, declare independence from a state of grace and publicly sever all traceable ties to that hip hop taboo called human decency?

let's provide some background: it was the swingin' 60s! not to be outdone by white people waging a costly and practically pointless war, black people and ted embarked on a bogus journey of their own when they decided to bootleg islam out the trunk as translated in the underpants tomes step 1. don't eat pork. step 2....step 3. prophet!

let's provide some present day: bombings in mumbai. buncha people are killed. a few fatal shootings in seattle. seattle rapper durranged pitt loses his father (to circumstances unknown to me). this last one hit me pretty hard 'cause i laugh at this dude all the time. even his name sounds like it was scratched off a sheet of looseleaf in the process of naming limp bizkit. i clown this dude without relent, and often enjoy it when others do the same. that was all well and good until i was abruptly stuck off the realness of the loss he suffered today. rest in peace, whatever your name is.

as a big fan of a lot of rap music that sacrifices truth and reason at the altar of entertaining savagery, i'm starting to feel like something of an idiot. this glorification kinda rots you if you don't watch it. offenders range from skinny white keyboard knievels with prince adam haircuts to whiney-voiced rappers whose beards look like they were groomed with the pitchfork from american gothic. the point of this post changed pretty dramatically as i wrote it.