Slap da Chris Rock Rap (Sung to "Just The Two Of Us" - Will Smith)

(I gotta keep the Acads Relevant!)
He was raised in the city of Kill-Adelphia
His grandma said curse words ain't helpin ya
So he broke free of that gangsta style trap
(There's money to be made in radio playable rap!)
On stardom he set his sights
Got the music and now the TV rights
Life moved pretty fast; got me all upset
But as the money piled up, I had no regrets
Life to me was gettin kinda groovy..
Maybe, he thought, I should make some movies
I rode buddy cop hip hop to the top
With da MIB franchise, I won't stop
Now I'm at the Academies wit'a celebrity lobotomy
Need some Xanax so you can throttle me
Irrelevance, inanity and vapid too
I pledge this strife to you

Yo! My main woman has Alopecia!
But he spill poison like Borgia, Lucretia!
So I bus' a Slap on Chris Rock (Rap!)
No gat so I bus' no caps

The Academy Awards be naught but comedy
Everytime I see them it's like a lobotomy
yeah, a lobotomy
It has become a Woke style brawl
An inclusive call will cause a fall in the hall
What in hell will the AA's be?
They are idiotic and pandering... too PC
Watching that tedium is a waste of time..
Since everyone has to toe a PC line, trudat
DER DER DER why do they do dat?
They have these 'tough' rules but they look like fools
Crazy smash; dump this in the trash
I pledge tstrife too, I will always do
Everything I can
To still be a money man
Insipid, irrelevant, dishonor an
An don't mind the bruise, long as you came with it
An you can choose, ain't no shame it it
I have a prenup so my money she can't glom
But yo, da truth 'bout rap
It be bitchez you slapp
So if life is appearing to be a crock
Remember one fact, I slapped Chris Rock

Yo! My main woman has Alopecia!
But he spill poison like Borgia, Lucretia!
So I bus' a Slap on Chris Rock (Rap!)
No gat so I bus' no caps

I be part of the cult Scientology
L. Ron Hubbard is a part of me!
I gotta keep my engrams up to par
sor far I have no scars
See me-I'm
Tryin to pretend I know
where in hell my bahavior go
Whne Rock bus'a crack on my wifey Jada
I crack him in the face and say 'later!'
Now for some prayer
I'm a slayer
(A player>)
Now I gotta go on the circuit to apologize
Though hollywood is full of trash and lies
It;s the new way now gotta seek redemption
Despite my common sense exemption
The Press will alter my perceptions...
My pub' cis will deal with the things I do
They shield me from cold hard truth
The Academy Awards are naught but a joke
This is what happens when you get woke
I'm living proof celens are out of control
here's a last chorus b 4 I roll...

Yo! My main woman has Alopecia!
But he spill poison like Borgia, Lucretia!
So I bus' a Slap on Chris Rock (Rap!)
No gat so I bus' no caps

(These Woke Awards are making like white elephants! No Cancel!)