I, Fletwock (fletwock) wrote,
@ 2008-01-12 00:32:00

I don't know how to describe this feeling! It feels a little like being hungry, but worse!

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	fletwock 2008-01-12 07:04 am UTC (link)
	Well, not really, but that's kind of closer to it than my stomach being hungry. What's an epiphany? Well, I like driving my car really fast, and snogging, and listening to rap with the bass up really high. And eating. And sleeping. Also, rugby and lacrosse and cricket! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sluts92 2008-01-12 07:09 am UTC (link)
	It's a realisation of sorts! You know, like oh wow, this might potentially be a life-changing experience so maybe I should pay attention! You have such. Um, such varied interests! They're so...well, maybe they just aren't providing you with enough substance anymore! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fletwock 2008-01-12 07:13 am UTC (link)
	Oh. I don't know if this is life changing, it's kind of unpleasant! And I don't know, they provide me with a lot of substance, especially eating and playing sport! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sluts92 2008-01-12 07:17 am UTC (link)
	I meant, um! Philosophical substance? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fletwock 2008-01-12 07:18 am UTC (link)
	There's plenty of substance in Nas' lyrics! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	sluts92 2008-01-12 07:30 am UTC (link)
	Um. I wouldn't know! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

fletwock
2008-01-12 07:32 am UTC (link)

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin a unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocolate blunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggas no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I'm taking niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that you all it's like that you all it's like that you all

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	sluts92 2008-01-12 07:42 am UTC (link)
	I'm not sure what to say. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	fletwock 2008-01-12 03:02 pm UTC (link)
	Then say nothing, and appreciate! (Reply to this)(Parent)

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