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Fuck that shit, word word Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'? We gon' do a little somethin' like this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Is they up on this? Keep it on and on and on and on and Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is? What it is like? Hah, know what I'm sayin'? Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga. I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Hennessey holders and old school niggaz 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 difference from Energizer. Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite, money wise 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 Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke.
I think she sounds great but she won't be able to not bring it up. What am I getting myself into. Thanks for these thoughts. A couple of things I run into most is that people assume I am also Mormon. It would behoove you in this situation to act like a kid yourself. If you remain active, Church service is very demanding of our lives в not a Sunday thing. Jack is right about the demographics.