This is a funny little piece from this week’s issue of The New Yorker entitledregarding the foul-mouthed vice-president and Senator Leahy going all old-skool up in the Senate:
?Ã„ÃºOh, it?Ã„Ã´s like that??Ã„Ã¹ Mr. Cheney queried.
?Ã„ÃºWhut? Whut??Ã„Ã¹ Mr. Leahy shot back.
?Ã„ÃºOnce again,?Ã„Ã¹ Mr. Cheney replied (quite obviously quoting a lyric from Ice Cube?Ã„Ã´s 1990 album, ?Ã„ÃºAmeriKKKa?Ã„Ã´s Most Wanted?Ã„Ã¹), ?Ã„Ãºit?Ã„Ã´s on.?Ã„Ã¹
As a quick-thinking senatorial aide switched on the Senate?Ã„Ã´s public-address system and cued up the infamous ?Ã„ÃºSeven Minutes of Funk?Ã„Ã¹ break, Mr. Leahy and Mr. Cheney went head-to-head in what can only be described as a ?Ã„Ãºtake no prisoners?Ã„Ã¹ freestyle rap battle.
Most of the rhymes kicked therein cannot be quoted in a family publication, but observers gave Mr. Cheney credit for his deceptively laid-back flow. Mr. Leahy was applauded for managing to rhyme the phrases ?Ã„Ãºunethical for certain,?Ã„Ã¹ ?Ã„Ãºcrude oil spurtin?Ã„Ã´,?Ã„Ã¹ and ?Ã„Ãºlike Halliburton.?Ã„Ã¹
[The New Yorker]