Be Nasty Beats

It all started at your mom's house. If you really want to know, here is an excerpt from v.3.33 of Beanie's 10 page Beat Making Biography: Although one or two people might concur with this following statememt: 'it all started when krissy and bean found a clump of weeds sittin in a clump of dirt sittin' in the middle of the road in the middle of on their walk home from the busstop in the middle of their middle school years." Some sentences are never meant to be finished. English always brought my GPA down. The first recorded beanasty tracks were acapella. Songs about poo and lucky stars and other stupid shit 10 year olds sing about. I went from some archaic rectangle tape cassete box with a record button to 4track to 8track. pc to mac. mbox to rme800. mxl to neumann. the quest for a purer sound. freestyle cyphers, a beat a day, ryhming on bart, prophetic coatrack poet on the way to work. to and from the 13th floor. in and out babylon's door. harcore but soft in weird spots. like old ladies putting lipstick on as a pre-Andronico's parking lot measure. knowing i can't possibly know anything taught me knowing's not the goal. the path is now, grassy knolls, cabs shooting me like a star through southamerican streets searching for relief. blood guts purebreds mutts... i got a gypsy sugar soul typsy tripper on the honor roll i lay low pay my tolls or else they put coal in your stockings people will be mocking you when you do what you really want to do and fail at it don' quit when you hit that brick wall when you fall people say get up get down do this do that i say fuck that! be nasty be free be whatever you want to be you could die tomorrow shot in the chest there's no telling what will come next every day we're put to the test every day we've got to do our best there's no yesterday there's no tomorrow...