Where do rappers hibernate? out comes the sun so do they summer is their time to play boombox blasting as they pass bass so loud it could shatter glass in my garden birds have fled my tamper high I'm seeing red they go so fast to match the beat daren't cross the road with my slow feet one by one like a plague of ants to this kind of music I can't dance closing my ears to block them out keeping my calm or I would shout but English summers ore so short let them have their fun like a holiday resort.