By Nikolaos Kirkinis / Word on the Street / 27th March 2017
In the 1640’s a man named Andrew Marvel wrote a poem named To His Coy Mistress. In 2015 a man called Little Dicky wrote a song called Lemme Freak – what do these two have in common?
The first time I mentioned Lil Dicky to a fellow rap admirer, he said; “yeah, he’s good, but you can’t take him seriously.” On the face value of things, you cannot take him seriously, and maybe he does not intend to be taken seriously.
But let’s pretend for a moment that we do take Lil Dicky seriously, what do we say of Lemme Freak? On the face of it, it’s a plea for sex. If you dig deeper you see that it explores some of the same themes as that 1640’s poem.
The poem involves the writer pleading for the love of a woman who feels that they should rather wait.
Perhaps she is charmed but just isn’t convinced, or perhaps she is convinced but feels it is not the time.
Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime
His argument is that he has but one life to love her, and her refusal to take him up on the offer for sex could result in them both dying before they ever get the chance.
So he begs her,
I would Love you ten years before the Flood,
A hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
Lemme Freak follows very similar themes to To His Coy Mistress. In a very modern way it is blatant in its desperation to convince this woman about what she is not seeing, and it does so unashamadly, much like To His Coy Mistress.
You know, I don’t give a damn, what you playing right now
This is me coming at you as a man right now
Lemme freak, lemme freak, god dammit, lemme freak
Please god, lemme freak
Both pieces speak of sacrifice. It seems that, traditionally, sex is an act that a man has to be granted permission to perform. This means that it has to be approved by the woman and not the man in order to be done consentially.
Look, I just turned off The Departed for a movie ‘bout a bee
I’ve been cutting back on farting, tweeting, arguing and weed
Yesterday I wore a cardigan at dinner with your sweet and supportive aunt
During the fourth quarter of the Eagles
Now reward it
It’s all about sacrifice, time, and sex. It’s an attempt from a man, to take the sex out of sex in the eyes of a woman, to try convince her that it is only natural, and necessary.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
Maybe I’m taking Lil Dicky a little too seriously, but he seems as concerned about time as Andrew Marvel.
My dick looking like it’s tinfoil
Her tits looking like they hard boiled eggs
On top of that, she insane
Like, I don’t even think she knows who I am
Our kids moved away, we’ve been doing the same shit for days
Maybe months, who knows, probably gonna die soon
Pretty scared, I aint even gonna lie to you
The point of this review is to point out to you that Lil Dicky may be a little more philosophical than we give him credit for. He presents himself as a silly rapper, but if you engage with his themes you may just learn something about love, sex, and time…
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