| I was a two-year-old toddler
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| Still sucking on my bottle
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| When my parents got divorced
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| Which was the pits like avocados
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| Pops hopped in his auto
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| And he drove off full throttle
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| Only child, single mom
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| Not many male role models
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| Not a lot of father figures
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| Once my Pop Duke split
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| So I had to swap him out
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| And adopt a new pick
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| And my surrogate pops was hip-hop music
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| So now I don’t call it 'rap', I call it 'pop music'
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| Rap music was the father figure that raised me
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| So I say 'pop music' because I feel as though I’m its son
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| My uncle Alan set it off when he gave me
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| Two cassettes as Hanukkah gifts in 1991
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| Now one of those tapes was by Naughty by Nature
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| It’s their self-titled debut album, «Naughty by Nature»
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| And there’s a song on there called «Ghetto Bastard»
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| About the absent father of Treach, their lead rapper
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| Where he says, «I was one who never had and always mad
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| Never knew my dad
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| Mother fuck the fag»
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| And using the word fag is not my bag, no
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| But dag, yo that sentiment was powerful and aggro
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| Treach also felt lost and alone |
| But unlike me, he was filled with testosterone
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| Like Sylvester Stallone
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| And from then on, class was in session
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| I was basking in masculine rap lessons
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| From men like Method Man and Redman
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| And Beenie Man and Birdman
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| R.A. |
| the Rugged Man, La the Darkman
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| And the Sunz of Man and Paul Barman
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| And father figures like Big Poppa and Puff Daddy
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| And Snoop the Doggfather and Kane the Big Daddy
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| Not crisscross exactly
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| Daddy Mac and Mac Daddy
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| But Father MC and Trick Daddy
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| I learned about male bonding from the Wu-Tang Killa Bees
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| Eminem taught me craftsmanship and productivity
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| LL showed me how to be smooth with the ladies
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| And I learned Jews could be smooth emcees from the Beasties
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| And I got exposed to anger, violence, and misogyny
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| 'Cause your pops doesn’t only impact you positively
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| But most importantly, I learned I wanted to be an emcee
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| The rap apple didn’t fall far from the tree
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| The rapple!
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| I never had a daddy rocking my cradle
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| I just had pop music to rock the stage and the microphone
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| Pop music raised me as if I was the roof |
| Not a boy from the hood but these men from the hood
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| Brought me up from boyhood into manhood
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| So, here’s the epilogue, I was a college kid in Boston
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| And my friend at Tufts called me up when class started that Autumn
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| And she said there was a concert at her school for welcome back
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| And Naughty by Nature was the headlining act
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| So I go to the show, and two thirds of the way through
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| Treach says, «Here's the deal, y’all, every concert we do
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| We like to showcase local talent, so come on Tufts
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| You know who your best emcees are
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| Send 'em on up»
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| The next thing I know I’m waiting on stage in a lineup
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| I stood there in a panic, queued the best line in my mind up
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| 'Til Kay Gee, their DJ, looked at me and pointed
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| And he dropped the instrumental
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| And I totally destroyed it
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| Treach said «You blew up the place!»
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| And put his arm around me
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| In what I can only describe as a fatherly embrace
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| And I felt the joy that can’t be expressed as Treach pressed
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| My Old Navy t-shirt against his bulletproof vest |