when mos def people speak to me, i become akon man, and play it cool, j. i pretend that i know what they are saying. by the way, i don't think our government sould snoop, dogg, or use mase on us. it is they who are the public enemy, and while i realize that many of you would run dmc who tells the truth out of the country for fighting the power, i still believe it needs to be done. flo, we got to get rida this system of ours. personally, if i had a mc hammer, no one would be able to touch the revolt. but alas, i am weak. perhaps i need dr dre to give me a check up? i knew i shouldn't have smoked tupac a cigs a day. but cig freed me, while the music of roy hamilton convinced me that i would never walk alone. speaking of which, walk dmc was a good group, but their songs were just a hair too slow.
well, that was my 50 cent for the day, i don't have time for breakfast, so i'll probably just grab a pack of eminems. you can still get them for peanuts. then, i will board the bus and listen to the immortal technique of trane. perhaps i will strike up a conversation with miss elliot, who always sits in the front.
sometimes, it seems that we are all just waiting for the grand master to come back to us in a flash.
gordon, it ain't happening.
yo, that's a rap.
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