home | message | add | pictures | friends(no html allowed) -- so i don't want to see any fucking glittery ass images in my comments, ya dig. i don't know how many times it has to be said for you niggaz to get the point, but pretty fuckin please, wit sugar on top.. stop sendin me comments with your html, videos, and blazay blazay.and i've got about 20 more songs available for download. if you wanna peep any of them, just send me a comment lettin me know, and i'll send you the links to where you can get them from, ya dig. it's not that difficult to comprehend. i still love you though.now, for the other retards of myspace.. you do know that you're supposed to delete this before hitting "drop it", don't you? well if you didn't, now you do. just highlight all of the text and hit the delete button. if you needed that much instruction, you're an idiot.
as you all may or may not (but soon will) know, the world likes to call me urban. and i say that as a name not as a background. but you can call me a number of things. i've got more alias' than the show has series, so pick one. t. burden, unsigned hype, ak 47, el oh el @ your face, fuck are you lookin at me for, my dude? -- and whatever other alias' i feel like making up in the course of me typing. i'm a 20 year old dude, growin on 138. and i don't know if you've noticed but -- i do music. shocking huh? a rapper on myspace, what are the odds... i'd call myself a rapper, but there's too many of those running around the industry thinking, for some unknown reason to me, that they even have skills but, hey.. that's their business. i'm always soundin cocky on the mic, because in all honesty, ain't none of you fuckin wit me. lol. if you want me to be real wit you, my a game and your a game don't even compare and if given the right price, i might fly to where you are and battle you. but it takes money to lose to me, so if you throwin up guap for a battle, all you gotta do is say the words because i need another picture to add to my profile of me holding up your hard earned money with a subtitle that says "i murked [insert name here] in a rap battle".. ya dig.
now, seeing as though, there's a life outside of rap, i've got to take care of that to. so, ya boy goes to school at itt technical institute, majoring in computer engineering.. there's a much longer name for the major i'm in, but we'll keep it simple for those who aren't as computer literate as myself. i work at verizon wireless as a relay operator, which is basically the person who helps the deaf communicate. awww, isn't that cute, urban's doing something good for the community (but then turning around and rapping about shooting other rappers in his rhymes -- ironic indeed). so regardless of how life turns out when i get to that fork in a road, i'm gonna be taking care of mine. if i'm rapping or going to work behind a desk for 5 days a week, or sitting on a bitch in barbados listening to the sounds of "cha ching" in my head, i'm sure i'll be content.
as far as the musical influences go.. yeah, i got plenty. i fucks wit all types of different genres of music. if the music is hot, then it's hot, fuck who makes it. i dig everything from marvin gaye to nas to linkin park. and as far as people who don't do music -- i think the only people who influence me are my parents, my brother damien, and my ex giselle. my parents and my brother, just because of the simple fact that i want them to see me do good. i'm a high school drop-out with a g.e.d. they say it's not much hope for people like me, so if i'm going to prove anybody wrong, i'm going to start with them. and i'd consider my ex to be an influence just because i learned so much in the course of being with her, than it'd be a impossibility for me to not want to better myself in the long run. i used to do it for the wrong reasons, now i pretty much got my head on straight, and the reasoning for that is partially do to her, so i give her all the credit in the world for turning a nigga who wanted to rule the world with gangbaning into a more focused dude.
i'm kinda runnin outta shit to say now, so on that note -- add me, leave ya boy a comment, peep the music, support the music, love the music, buy the music, and yada yada, um. yeah. yall make sure and get at ya beezy.
be ez.
