Cat-Rap

Cat-Rap

Lying on the sofa
all curled and meek
but in my furry-fuzzy head
there’s a rapping beat.
Gonna rap while I’m napping
and looking sweet
gonna rap while I’m padding
on the balls of my feet

Gonna rap on my head
gonna rap on my tail
gonna rap on my
you know where.
So wave your paws in the air
like you just don’t care
with nine lives to spare
gimme five right here.

Well, they say that we cats
are killed by curiosity,
but does this moggie mind?
No, I’ve got suavity.
When I get to heaven
gonna rap with Macacity,
gonna find his hidden paw
and clear up that mystery.

Nap it up
scratch it up
the knack is free
fur it up
purr it up
yes that’s me.

The meanest cat-rapper you’ll ever see.
Number one of the street-sound galaxy.


from Everybody Got a Gift (A&C Black, 2006), © Grace Nichols 2006, used by permission of the author c/o Curtis Brown literary agency.