i am the master of my existence! center of the universe. get ready this shit is about to get real black and super excellenced out! ya know.. competition is none in a world of aggressive lames and frivolous biters.. im in the land (rover) in foreign lands folding stacks my brothas, naked model wenches steaming my most favorite apparel as i smile at my wardrobe, moccasins hand beaded in ethiopia. man i focus meditations on pay and world peace.. im on the yacht in tokyo listening to rahmelzee pop shit about basquiat copying his style.. excuse me sir.. garcon! garcon! would you mind facilitating the dispersal or retirement of those people? listen, i still sit indian style hands together.. you know like the father of a masonic style! ziggystardusttypeofstyle duke! please man? no pork eaters in this circumference.. thank you so much! the waiter smiles as i slide a few crisp c notes his way.. thanks a million my nigg garcon garcon! hotep!
tAzIs$oArnold! is United with the Colors of
Benetton!
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