This a brilliant rap written by “G-Money” Tait and “Doc” Wurthman. It obviously needs shared with the world:
When You’re Eating With The Pigs, And I Don’t Mean The Cops
A very gangster title for a not so gangster rap
By The 49th Unparalleled (Graham “G-Money” Tait / Brad “Doc” Wurthman)
Title courtesy of Shannon Davis
Gunshot sounds / beats courtesy of Lauren Daley
Rolled up to Cincinnati at a quarter after ten
Hear a loud “pop, pop, pop” and I say “oh no not again”
I’m against gun violence and I’m too young to die
Luckily it was just the ballpark fireworks lighting up the sky
Greg Harrell runs the scene on Friday’s at Tostado’s
Grabbin’ other people’s beers and chasin’ fair-skinned does
With moves so questionable he coulda got thrown in the slammer
A bar fight tonight would mean my early return to the Hammer
The cops can’t help you and in Shadow Hare you can’t rely
You’re caught in the eye of the storm called the N-A-T-I
At Wake Nation that cable rips around the lake so fast
You better get up on your board or be knocked on your ass
Lean back, lean back, or against the rail you will smack
In a spill so violent that’ll leave you blue and black
When that cable tightens its more intense than fire from a grill
Like when Jimmy Kantor demonstrated his awesome cooking skill
A bocce ball phenom, Jimmy caused destruction and domination
He beat us worse than when I hit my head at Wake Nation
I know what you’re thinking, “yo, that’s a double segue”
This is a world’s first, so make note of the time and day
The cops can’t help you and in Shadow Hare you can’t rely
You’re caught in the eye of the storm called the N-A-T-I
Cornhole is our game and we be hustlin’ for our bounty
If you try and play with us you’ll end up poorer than Clay County
Our tosses are so accurate they could be laser-guided
Your aim better be true or you’ll get blindsided
Shock and awe ensues when we set those cornhole bags a flyin’
Watchin’ us pepper that board, you’re soul must be dyin’
The cops can’t help you and in Shadow Hare you can’t rely
You’re caught in the eye of the storm called the N-A-T-I
Fine cuisine you ask? In the Nati they don’t f**k around
They shut down six city blocks to let the local food abound
With pork, beef, lamb, chicken and I even saw some possum
“The Taste Of Cincinnati” is a cornucopia of awesome
We’d be remiss if we didn’t do shout outs to our crew
To Shannon and Lauren it’s been a pleasure hangin’ with you
In the debate of Canada vs. U.S. many a compelling argument was made
We’ll give you Nickelback for Detroit; that seems an appropriate trade
Since we’re getting rid of things we don’t like, we’ll throw Celine Dion in too
Turns out noone wants her, so one for one will do
The cops can’t help you and in Shadow Hare you can’t rely
You’re caught in the eye of the storm called the N-A-T-I
Here’s a history lesson kids, this city used to belong to the Reds
But not since Doc Halladay and the AL East been prescribin’ the meds
Went to the Reds game on Memorial Day and ran into a scalper named Jazz
Brad’s Orange Bowl shirt made him reminisce of Miami memories he has
Jazz rhymed off stories of his run ins with Cubans and their business acumen
“Don’t go more than a block away from the beach”, he says he won’t tell us again
The cops can’t help you and in Shadow Hare you can’t rely
You’re caught in the eye of the storm called the N-A-T-I
Don’t kid yourself brats, the Nati belongs to the UC Bearcats
You want another lesson, what about Ohio State Buckeyes you say?
Coach Kelly ain’t messin’, the Bearcats will beat ‘em any day
Travel with us quick, we’ll go back to the future, and you’ll see what we see
The Bearcats will be playing again on New Years Day in South Beach Miami
The cops can’t help you and in Shadow Hare you can’t rely
You’re caught in the eye of the storm called the N-A-T-I
Shadow Hare: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Da1ADqPplQ4
Wake Nation: http://www.wakenation.com/