You really think so?
Think i can get into this and change the lingo
I’ll make my mark like a dog in the park
Tearing through leash law and social faux paws
Pissin on a tree, marking territory, you see
Primal impulses to convulses the emotions
A big ocean, pissing in it like a dirty pigpen, a den of thieves
That’s reality; no it’s a fallacy to believe
Everything we see on TV it’s so crazy so hazy to be about doing stuff ably
Because maybe the cash money prize is in store
Money or dignity, what’s worth more?
That’s why Im in this rap game, To win it, not for money or cuz i’ve got business sense
But to get my message out to the whole world
It’s not too late to save it, listen to my word for me to be heard
Listen to my word it’s gold my flow ice cold
Put all your worries on hold to get my records sold
So I can get bankrolled, more money in my billfold but it don’t really matter
Makes me madder than a hatter stepping up to the plate like a batter
So sweet I’m like cake batter so loud I rise above the chatter
Point is I’m spittin like rhymes are stapled to my teeth
Rhymes clogging my air way making it hard to breathe
Sp I put the rhymes down onto a sheet
To make my mark as part of the elite
Call me loco or crazy basically listen you know I am baby
I just gotta express this intangible interest and arrest your mind
Making lingo changes, park marking like a child genius
A super whiz kid that’s what it is, thats what I am
When you hear my words make you shut up like a clam
No more critics criticizing or hating from haters
I’ll deal with you later coming back from the dead like a ghost darth vader
Archive for November, 2008
YAY
From the very rock bottom
To the very tip top
I’m a certified player
Fresh to death as a rock
The realest in running
Like a horse out the gate
You might think I look funny
But I’m fueled by the hate
I give and I learn
I preach and you burn
Cuz when it’s all accounted
And the scores are all mounted
You see I’m at the top
Your numbers been dropped
No excuse I’m the best
You? Pathetic like the rest
I love shining my shoes. There’s something intensely therapeutic about a good shoe shine. Clean it off, apply the polish, then polish and buff out scratches. I take about 30 minutes on each shoe when I’m really trying to look nice. It’s a matter of pride- well shined shoes are evidence of hard work and an effort about what you look like. Shoes can make or break an outfit.
What I’m getting at is that shoes are the lowest part of the outfit, but you have to take pride in them. They don’t do a fun job, they don’t get an easy treatment, but a good shoe can last you a long time. Ties, shirts, the rest all come and go with the seasons, but a classic shoe will stand the test of time and fashion. Your base doesn’t change, rather everything adapts itself to your base. You get what I’m saying?
I made up a new word today. It’s a word to use when you’re congratulating someone on something insignificant or not necessarily positive. Confrabulotion. Use it, love it, etc etc.
