Old Rapper
- Rap for an old-aged pensioner
This is a rap from the perspective an elderly but street-wise guy who has been there and done that. Needs to be read out fast, but it's tough to keep up.


Ain't gettin' any younger, as the days are ticking by.
Some things are getting' harder, even though I really try.
I used to be a sex machine, and now I'm just a bore.
I go to bed with Horlicks, when it used to be a whore.

Don't try to be a rapper when you're over sixty-one.
Some people will not listen, when you tell them what you've done.
I'll tell it to you straight man, cos rap music just transcends.
I'm into this so deep now, coming up I get the bends.

I'm never slowing down man, and I always get the bird.
No matter what they say now, they just love that lemon curd.
Just hit with me with a rhythm, and I'll hit you with a rhyme.
It doesn't matter what you say as long as it's in time.

I'm rapping from my heart now, what I think I'll never hide.
So give me some respect now, or I'll see you all outside.
I was once your age you know, - but cannot now recall.
I thought we had it good then, oh yeah man we had a ball.

I'm watching all these kids now, as they try to drop the bass.
But all of them are nothing, when they see me on the case.
All of us got time to spend, on dole or me on pension.
They have got a bigger mouth, but I got comprehension.

Me I'm just a nice old boy, - there's some out there that's mean.
They'll take you out the back here, so they cannot hear you scream.
So get lost now you Eminem, and stand back Dr. Dré.
Watch out for yourselves my friends, - and I'll be on my way.


Category: "Rap", Star-Rating: ***
Written by Keith Lambell,   May 10th 2001
Poem viewed 152 times since March 2002.