I wrote this on Tuesday. I can offer neither explanation nor apology.
This ain’t about yellow and green anymore
Ain’t about jumpin’ through hoops for the Corps
Take a hard look around you, what do you see?
Three thousand five hundred ninety-nine suckers, and me
Yeah, they got the right color, their names is on file
But everyone knows only Jordan got style
Check it:
In blackest day
In darkest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Best reco’nize, I got the right
To tear it up like dynamite
Even white boys got to sing –
I got da RING.
While a bunch of old Smurfs sit and stare at each other
I’m rippin’ up planets and moons like a mother
Got that bling on my finger as tight as a boa
Got no fear, just a one-way ticket to Oa
And Sinestro, you best know, I’m crazy as Sheen
And I’m tough as Kal-El, and I’m pissed, and I’m green
Dig it:
[CHORUS]
Brian D. Buckley 
If I decide to rap along with you, which music shall I hum to accompany your lyrics? “Close to You,” by the Carpenters?
Or, you know, throw in some Buddy Holly. Whatever works!