Give a f if he like it, but he gon' respect this crippin' (Scoop) Yeah aight, it's all fun and games 'til a ni trippin' (Trippin')
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin' (Caught him slippin')
Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it's time to handle business (It's time to handle business)

“simile” by n. scott momaday what did we say to each other that now we are as the deer who walk in single file with heads high with ears forward with eyes watchful with hooves always placed on firm ground in whose limbs there is latent flight source: momaday, n. scott. “simile.” the language of literature. new york: mcdougal littell, 2006. 265. print. which of the following techniques does this poem use? i. simile ii. sensory imagery iii. allusion i and ii i and iii ii and iii i only