Inspirational Musings

I’m a Rapper…Who Knew???

So, David and I went to supper tonight at a Japanese restaurant. I wore a nicer solid colored shirt and a long, dressier necklace. Our waiter took our order then came back and began making small talk. He asked me if I rapped (Really? Me? Do I send off the vibe that hey, I’m a rapper? Word!). I responded politely that no, I did not rap. He said that he thought that maybe I did because of my chain (My dressy chain definitely doesn’t resemble the “BLING” that a rapper would have…but hey, maybe he was giving me a compliment!). So, David has been calling me Flava Flav all night (and just hearing his southern voice say Flava Flav cracks me up every time) and we have been talking about all of the “bling” I could attach to my “rapper’s chain” so that I could make it in the big time. I even debated putting on my hat backwards, creating a tin foil grill for my teeth, and posing like a rapper with my chain on for a picture (Definitely talked myself out of that one!). So, in honor of my debut as a rapper, I decided to write a rap (please forgive my grammar) about Japanese food (I’m so sorry if you were expecting a super-spiritual blog tonight-this was just too good to pass up!)

Shrimp Sauce

I’m sittin’ at the Japanese joint, waitin’ for the waiter to get to the point                         Starts commentin’ on the bling I’m wearing, maybe he’s jealous but I ain’t sharin’

I’m chillin’ at a table with some folks I don’t know, I try makin’ small talk but they ain’t talkin’ yo! So I eat my salad smothered with the shrimp sauce, cause that’s what I came for no matter the cost

Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi            Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi

Shrimp sauce is the stuff that makes the food great, I pour it on whateva’ they put on my plate. Don’t matter if it’s rice, the veggies or meat, I want my shrimp sauce, now don’t be a cheat!

Shrimp sauce is the best, I know you want some, it’s also called seafood or even Yum Yum, Don’t give me no ginger, teriyaki or soy, I want some shrimp sauce, uh huh, yeah boy

Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi            Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all ’bout the hype, somethin’ ’bout hibachi that’s way outta’ sight, they cook it in yo’ face, set the junk on fire, the flames go up higha’ and higha’

Sitting with some homies that you don’t even know, listening to a cook that ain’t even Japanese, yo! And then they serve yo’ food out all ova’ yo’ dish, and it’s time for the shrimp sauce, so delish!

Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi            Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi

Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi            Shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce, shrimp sauce for me; Hold the ginger, and no wasabi

 

So, there you go. I have written my debut rap. Catch me at the right time and I might even rap it for you in person (probably not, but hey, you never know). If nothing else I hope you smile…WORD! Ha.

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