Andrew Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress” is a seduction poem with a twist: the narrator’s own morbid imagery derails him, redirects his attention to cosmic rather than sexual needs, and makes the work end up in a very different place from where it begins. With rap, you can also have the vocal feel change slightly over the course of the performance…

This is an intriguing technique, and a meaningful one; it suggests the efficacy of poetry and poetic thinking to change individuals — to improve souls. I recommend playing with it.

For those who like tracing allusions and wordplay (looking at you, coruscate), I made a page at RG: https://rapgenius.com/mwic-to-his-coy-messrs-lyrics

I hit hard on ya head like a blizzard
I pick Quick start, ‘cause I’m a setup wizard
There’s a baller’s circus an’ I’m Freak of the Year
Thanks for y’alls service I’ll take it from here

I’m tryna shit talk another sucka MC
I’m like Hitchcock a motherfuckin’ Frenzy
Pilin’ tons of money isn’t new to me
… I can 1v20 like a jubilee

I’m ruthless, before I get too pissed
let’s do this bootless You missed
I’ll have you committed, or at leas’ dedicated
I waited and I waited an’ I waited

Now show some love.. show some fuckin’ love
I ain’t had enough, so show some fuckin’ love

What I’m sayin’ is I’m sayin’ more o’ the same
I ain’t playin’ if I’m playin’ it’s a Wargame
Dialin’ every number in Sunnydale
Ring a hellmouth well now I’m gonna fail

Since I’m over 18, I can go to jail
I post bail, three hunnerd, and I set sail
Summer winner games, gettin’ bloodthirsty
Undertale speedrunner no mercy

Toriel hard mode in the ruins;
what the hell dat annoying dog doin?
hey, Yo, you, Mister!
I’m Cinderella you’re an ugly stepsister

I can prove it, I’ll make the shoe fit
Goin’ to the big show, I can lose this toe
just to wear it pair it with a ring 3 carats
Glam, bling, I got that swing
But I stop and think: does it mean anything?
I got jaded, Rage baited
now I hate it, now I hate it

show some love
show some love
We ain’t got enough, go show some love