An English hip-hop dentist discovers the secret to clean teeth: spitting rhymes, twice daily.
They call me DJ
Cos I’m a Dentalhi Jeanist
I’m MC Lean
Cos my mouth is the cleanest
Yo, I mean this: Brace yourself, I scrape plaque
I’ll pop a needle in ya face until smack, I drop a track
I’m not done, stick out your tongue
I rinse and then I spit sick rhymes just for fun
‘Cos I brush twice daily
Nah, I mean they ill
‘Cos I brush twice daily!
Nah, you got a problem with your gums mate
Your gums ache cos you do not regulate your Colgate
Well I if I’m running late? I might hesitate.
I might aggravate my biteplate with chocolate
It makes me salivate. When I masticate.
Which may discolorate
So when ya nosh?
You don’t need a machine
The dream team’s part floss, part Listerine
Swish ma wash
So you can drop tracks clean
Gosh, watch your oral hygiene
Hey, I’m a lyrical Zeus, and I just wanna seduce
The laydeez, and I do it with my lyrical juice
Yeah well your canine’s loose, and you ain’t got an excuse
For all your dental misuse, so here’s some choral abuse…
Being a dentist leaves an imprint in my heart
And the dent is just the first, it’s the start
An apprentice takes the skills to learn the art
it takes a gent’s kiss to get a girl to play the part
From my perspective, well: “Je peut tourner a droit”
Irrespective, there’s decay? I’m like a dart
I’m the blondest archaeologist in the park
Hey orthodontist: drop a track and own the chart
I must confess that I’ve done tests, I’m impressed
I’m interested in your phat oral conquest
Your oral distress had me gravely concerned
And I was faithless until now, but now the tables have turned
What’s your secret?
Man, I can’t tell you that!
‘Cos I don’t know: all I know is rap
When I’m spitting, spit is hitting the inside of my enamel
To enable all the syllables, to detoxify my jowel
(Like a flannel!)
And I channel all my diction to deliver
Hip-hop hypotheses for the panel to consider, yo
I got the secret to a disinfecting flow
Flipping floss is null and void, pump up the stereo!
My saliva is the driver of my hygiene regime
I’m Flourider, and it’s my rap that keeps me clean
Are you suggesting hip-hop helps attack unhealthy placque?
Just drop remedial rhymes to beat bacteria back…
To be a dentist you in part rely on your chart
You get insistent that your heart is a la carte
You start dismissing the philosophies of Descartes
You never notice that your patient’s kinda smart
You get reflective, it’s as simple as un, deux, trois
Hip-hop’s effective, it’s a magical medical art
If plaque’s detected, you require it to depart
No orthodontist: just drop a track and own the chart