Musicology

MC Two Times scratches the record,

time pauses, dances, he rewinds a beat.

MC Two Times delivers time, stays cool

under heavy shades, his signature blue

Kangol hat. He takes them back,

does without doing, plays

Biggie, LL, Kool Herc, even The Sugarhill Gang.

He goes off, goes crazy, mixes in

Ella Fitzgerald, Vivaldi, Gregorian chants,

throws it back to Siddhartha,

Om Mani Padme Hum

on the Ones and Twos.

Be Here Now, he says on the mike and

picks up the stylus.

MC Two Times

spends like it’s going out of style,

rocks diamonds and gold chains.

MC Two Times dresses

like Elvis fucked a peacock.

He’s a proud man.

MC Two Times looks at

the multitudes in the club,

spins time on the record.