Liar, Flaming Pants
February 18, 2007 3:38pm CST
What's uyp, who is ready and where do we klip, you know, make the edits, tap into voice code, sell out our prophet for a sentence, wait to get the tech, mech, check look, you're winning the game, you're ahead of everybody, doesn't matter if the media's got you... They are tracking you. THEY And they like what they see, just need a bit more of sexy and a tad more intelligence, more friendship and as much health as possible. Cover yourself in electric, remember ol' friends and good laughs and that amazing feeling that we were together. Before the whole thing became some sort of exercise in oppression, in being part of the middle upper class, regardless of your numbers. I've already seen more of the world than so many have deserved to yet missed. I only want to be good. The competition, the desire to win, to be recognized is intense. Duhhhh. Amazing music. Hiphop.