O=Oedipus-The funky rappin' big daddy o' thebes.

C=Creon-German Brother in-law of Oedipus.

T=Tierisius-Fortune Teller-scottish

O-On your knees and bring out the rap. If you give me the goods I'll give you the happy pills. The word is missin and the G can't be found. Does any homes in the hood know the word of the street. The brotha who hit the inna conme out and the whip go 22 on yo. Why yo homies keepin the word down. If you keepin your brotha or yo self in yo car then I gonna bring it on. The brotha who done the deed is posse out. Yo people no way give him the goods. This brotha is bringin fire to da hood so the rat Phoebus tells me. I take the battle to my brothas for the boy down and retribution should be dealed to da problemo at hand. If this brotha is in my crib, than take me out. For the sake of you and your hood observe this ban. It's all up that we are lookin for this jimmy. I will for the children, his wife, him and myself find the brotha who did the deed and avenge Laius' death. If a brotha steps in my way let his children pay. The homes in Thebes make my will your own and bring righteousness to yo.
C-Yo dude, who knows the killer man. Let's ask the miracle dude.
O-Is there a brotha in the house who can bring the P down on the god's goods.
C-I think the second best is ahhh...if the word is mine.
O-If there be a third best show him.
C-The dude Tierisias can see higher than any wave or any dude named Teirisias.
O-I doin my job. I sent da brotha Creon to find Teirisias. Why is he not here yet.
C-Yo narly dude, your words means less then sand.
O-It no more dan words.
C-He hit the sand by the unkown wave of the sea.
O-No brothas saw the homes who killed him.
C-If he's afraid the dude will not talk.
O-Da word frightens the G.
C-Does the narliest dude of all know the killer. Only the wise dude knows.
O-Yo Teriisias. Yo all up with your goods. You know da five in da hood is bad down. You will sop this if yo tell us who da G is. We need ya help homes.
T-Aye, boy. It's saf when my lades are dumb in the noggin.
O-Wuz up with yo.
T-Let me be ya stupid macka. It'll be the better for us both.
O-Yo don't like us brotha. It wounds liek ya don't like Thebes.
T-You hit yourself with those words more than the back of my hand.
O-If yo know don't leave brotha.
T-I'll tell ya nothin ya stupid mackas.
O-Ya know and will not share brotha. This will ruin Thebes homes.
T-I spare us both. Don question me cause tell you anyway.
O-Yo messed up.
T-Shut your moth boy. Your doin a dilly with the wrong filly.
O-I can be angry if I want to brotha. Your the only homes who can give the best answer.
T-I don't say a thing, even though it will all come.
O-More reason to give me the goods homes.
T-Shut up boy. Rip ma bloody heart out, but I won't say a thing.
O-I will homes because yo did it foo.
T-You stupid macka. You are doing this to Thebes.
O-Yo straight up bold. You say this and still live.
T-I'm safe because I know the truth.
O-Yo don't have truth homes.
T-Shut your mouth. I said the truth.
O-Waz up homes. Give me the goods again.
T-You did it boy.
O-Yo gonna pay fo that.
T-I'll go on. I need not hurt You me lad, but Apollo can.
O-Creon-a brotha hurtin a brotha.
T-No me lad it is yourself.
O-Da wealth, da kinship da wit that conjurers in life's rivalry o skill sho'nuff. What hate, what envy come wiff ya. Da system wuz uh gift given to me by Thebes, uh gift unwanted. Creon me old brotha who can now plot mah overthrow, can creep and scheme an set on me dis here tricken fraud, dis quack. Dis here spinally conjurer-quick to spy, ill gam, but blind in prophecy...Arrg where have you got the goods. where. When dat clown wuz up and a riddlin. Why were yo in da grave. Not a word to give blessin to da people. Yet I with no goods from da sky hit da truth in silence. You betta believe yo plotta will not find you gots the look a age cuz baby, street killin pays.
C-We think the wave gave the word man. We need not this wasteful sand. Only the wave an give us what we need.
T-Though ya are respected my lad ya still gotta answer to me because I am not any man's slave but the salve a Loxias. I speak then. You know nothin ya stupid macka. The sickness in the village, does anyone know who this macka is. Only a father's pitchfork and a mother's stale bread should drive one forward ya stupid macka. Ya nud ta see everything. The truth shall reveal da death of ya bride. Ya don't know what ya dealin with. Ya can blame Creon and ya can blame me young lad, but ya are the fool.
O-Leave my crib brotha.-
T-I only came when ya sent for me lad.
O-I should not have called you homes.
T-So you say. Your a fool but your parents are smart.
O-Who are my parents brotha.
T-This day is going to kill you.
O-I am not all up with these riddles homes.
T-You can't read riddles.
O-I'm jimmy up with riddles.
T-You have bad luck.
O-I saved Thebes and I am not up with nothing else.
T-I'm leaving. Come show me the way laddy.
O-Get out of the hood brotha. You bring fire to the homes.
T-I'll leave and you can't hurt me. The man who murdered Laius and has made threats to find the murderer is the same person. This man has a mother as a wife and killed his father. To the next part of the Saga!