Showing posts with label hip-hop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hip-hop. Show all posts

Sunday, July 19, 2009

July 4, 2009
























Obama

Easier for us,
but he's made life harder for
the punks and rappers.

Monday, January 12, 2009

January 10, 2009
























Nahmean?

I used to just joke,
slur my speech and call girls "HO."
BuhnahitsfaREEL!


Phat Beat-ku

BUUUH.... buh buh bu-BUUUH
beep bop beep boooooOOOP beep bop bop
[swear]! drugs, girls [swear]! [swear]!


Old Skool

No offense Lil' Wayne,
but before Em went 8 miles,
Macbain dissed Macduff.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

You, try and flex on Me? Don't be silly.

In real life, every-day situations, I don't get fired-up very often. Today I did. It got to the point that I was at the edge of my seat, chuckling and scoffing and rolling my ojos and biting my tongue and fidgeting.

I have learned though, that when I'm really heated about something, my thoughts all rush to the part of my brain that fills my mouth, and I don't make any sense when I try and argue. Curse? or blessing?

I think it was when he told the class that the students he taught were going to be bossing me and my friends around when we graduate.

On days like these, I listen to uplifting hip-hop. Like this:


(click the picture)
 

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