"Poets heels walking on a knife blade and cut the blood his bare soul," once said the first who joined the March rhythm and style poetics of the street, in other words, the first rapper. However, another pioneer, who also walked under recitative: "he Who walks amicably abreast"? And that, too, lured, and mobilized, and built. And probably this was the first placental bits of rap. Hey, tell me, true rap is poetry? Don't know, honey, because the question of what poetry is, not yet determined. Well, fluently, well, fun, well, catchy, and even poetry or not. Let's think.