Dedicated to Drake

I wrote a single verse of a rap. I was going to do more but I got lazy. Anyway the odds of anyone finding this good are astronomically small but if anyone has a spare beat around, let's lay it down. This is how I would rap if I were a rapper. Also it was built around a single line. Try to guess which one.

Nutmeg

Look both ways before you cross the street, I mean it
it’s not advice I thought I’d give on a beat, but I’ve seen it
It’s New York, and you’re pushing as fast as the screen
Through which somebody you don’t know doesn’t care that it’s scenic
I’m here I came back but before that I scraped
Cross the states I relate to Manhattan’s
well, not its diaspora, its inodus, it’s fate
that the block you created seemed so uninviting
But you made it you make it, now you’re in advertising
And you point out your Billboard by Holland you’re excising
Saying you better make it, otherwise you naked
See I’m Like Saul Bellow I’m from Chicago
I’m Like Saul Bellow’s mayor I was resurrected
In the Midwest my mixtape was checked education
Confiscated by doctors so we had demonstrations
I got drunk and backed into a dodge while police
Sat shotgun in two brand new leather bound seats
I’ll show my driver’s license to anybody that asks me
And you’ll see why the state’s been deferring to AFSCME
On the subway you saw me I’ve been spinning those tapes
Yeah I’m good, yeah I’m fine, glad you asked, glad you stopped by
I spent time in the west took shots of cops on boats
Blew a sewer in Vegas, took pictures of ladies
who laid dead on the streets, yeah they do that I swear
Then they wake up they’re made up its dreams they’re on welfare
Their food stamps are homeless I mean hopeless they’re godless
I mean our president is what? he said what about what?
I broke bread with the pastors, I’ve been every religion
Now I’m godless, I mean goalless, I peaced like Mubarak
Trained through the mountains, I mean Taggart, Guevara?
I mean not Taggart, Whitney, Asa Whitney, clearly
Three days in a salt mine, and two in a Wendy’s
There was snow on the ground and a breeze
and the window was down and I felt it, that winter
The redeemable god and the sins of our father
Which is Texas by night in the sun Oklahoma
You been to Oklahoma, yeah?
You’d bomb it too, right?