Deserving of a Chumra
Normally I wouldn’t step up to diss, ‘cuz all the haters and commentators will be quick to hiss-
But when these cheder dropouts came on the scene, I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or clutch my spleen.
The rhymes were ill, real sick- as in “the mind,” stereotypical sexism we should leave behind.
Not to mention the appropriation of a form most crude, and getting rap backwards, using thought for food.
Do we need to mock ourselves in these ridiculous ways? Does this help bring Moshiach, may it come soon, in our days?
Its little better than the minstrelsy of Two Live Jews and shouldn’t be surprising when it draws out boo’s.
Maybe I’ve lost my humor. Maybe I’ve lost my mind. Or perhaps I don’t appreciate hip hop of this kind.