entries profile friends icons credit He said, I write what I see; write to make it right, don't like where I be. I'd like to make a life to sights on TV- quite the great life, so nice and easy. See, now you can still die from that, but it's better than not being alive from straps- Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic, that click when it's pushed and a whack ass beat. That's a track that's weak that he got last week, 'cause everybody in the stu is like "That's that heat." A bass heavy medley with a sample from the seventies, with a screwed up hook that went, 'STACK THAT CHEESE!' Something, Something, Something...'STACK THAT CHEESE!' Mother, Sister, Cousin... 'STACK THAT CHEESE!' He couldn't think of nothing... 'STACK THAT CHEESE!' He turns down the beat; writer's block impedes. Crying from the next room a baby in need of some Pampers and some food and a place to sleep. That plus a black Cadillac on D's is what keep him on track to be a great MC. One you never heard of, I...push it harder, further the...grind, I feel like murder but...hip hop, you saved my life.
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