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A Shaman of words

A shaman a shape shifter a worker of words
A trickster a tripper a shaker of worlds
The lasso of your tongue in the gift of the green
The sound of water rushing over stones
The shapely bell of the old triangle
The Harper that once knew all the runes
A majesty of tales told on stone or clay
The fabric of the tribe woven anew
The beats of the street in the hood of air
A gangsta of verbs a theft of rhymes
A nation of images along the way
Words woven in a web out of the blue
You hot tongued lip lifter laughter of clues
Hip hop hard tack bringer of all the news