WORD, I CAN DIG IT . .

it's like survival of the fittest, diehard marine lyricist
controlled by a explosive chemical like a dialated pupil
wit' a turntable, baby got da diamond in da navel . . +she smiles+
"yo just graduated from the university, I did it . ."
"what's ya major . .?"
"B.M.L."
"B.M.L. and what's dat stand for . .?"
"black, man, life . ."
-huey's barbershop moments