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Writing about picture books, flaky biscuits, MMA, blunt objects, staring at walls, dice, stickers, junk yards, spinning, cleaning, silly string, eliminating long-hairs, compression, tie-ties, soda, restraint, pinball, shade, baby pools, matchbooks, UFC, cardboard, plastic cups, glue, electric fans, vinyl, thrift stores, chop shops, lawns, blazing, jump starting, archives, ditching, bungie cords, oil lamps, radio, denatured alcohol, trolleys, laying low, WWE, duct tape, WD-40, silk screening, topographical maps, storms, ditches, bon fires, paint, dips, phasing, shafts, vitamin e, silicone, chick-a-sticks, breathing, appliances, shopping carts, NOS, toast, silience, Ovaltine, space, tracks, retuning, Ministry, static, poor lighting, pup tents, blenders, Marvel mystery oil, William S. Burroughs, pool halls, TNA, dive bars, hoodlums, clippers, wrenches, Lagwagon, tweezers, wax, denial, lug nuts, hedges, humming, land line phones, not understanding, needle-nose pliers, on-ground flight, coat hangers, rolling, neglect. Oh!, and bleach.
Yo Remi so crazy, rhymes be blazin//Styles just switch like hips on gay men//Trips to the Cayman, rich and famous//Rhymes so hot my spit be flamin//Benz be rimmed up, doo be pinned up//Bitch talk slick whole crew get hemmed up//My drastic, all type of tactics//Rip flip spit backwards//Screw you, don't let the pretty face fool you//I kick like kung-fu and I, jam like guns do//You got one I want two like water, I run through//Pyscho - make you wanna change your whole mic flow//Floss it, givin bitches lyrical abortions//Stay cautioned - my first was just a lil portion//I come back with more, playback some raw//You can't rock, so I'ma take your spot make you forfeit
Sorry boys, all the stitches in the world can't sew me together again. Lay down...lay down. Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth street. Always knew I'd make a stop there, but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought. Last of the Mo-Ricans, well maybe not the last. Gail's gonna be a good mom. New improved Carlito Brigante. Hope she uses the money to get out. No room in this city for big hearts like us... Sorry baby, I tried the best I could. Honest. Can't come with me on this trip though. Getting the shakes now, last call for drinks, bars closing down, sun's out. Where are we going for breakfast. Don't wanna go far. Rough night. Tired baby... Tired...
It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his friend and watched tv. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns and also he got a racecar. Is any of this getting through to you?
Don't read books.