*doing the Harlem Shake to expel chill pill from esophagus*
MAY IS "J.U.I.C.E. IS ILL AS HELL" MONTH. GET THIS MAN'S MATERIAL BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.
"Sincerely" When I design rhyme in daylight Or primetime I stay tight I walk the fine line between an emcee and a playwright I represent the underground world, it's a unique scene There's no record deals, no videos and street teams I do shows to keep green I know I'm not a star man, I'm signed to myself And my mic's my A&R man In double nine I guess it's just a sign of the times The spotlight that I've been looking for is finally mine I never thought about the dough when I'm designing my rhyme As long as I can reach my peoples over vinyl I'm fine It ain't about that I opened up for cats who ain't as dope as me While I ripped the flow, they lip synched the show hopelessly From Heaven I was sent to the game to entertain I may never pimp that '75 ta cop that blue Range Rover But even if I don't remain sober I'ma score double digits till the fuckin' games over
"In the first forty years of the twentieth century, about half of all blacks who were killed, were killed by law enforcement." - Tim Wise, shocking statistic of the moment
"Smack it up, Flip It, Rub It Down.. OH NOOOO!! - This always intrigued me. What horrible catastrophe was caused by rubbing it down? If he just stopped after flipping it could this tragedy have been avoided?" - jsmooth995, LOL of the month