I'm about to play word racer, fuck.
Oh my fucking gawd, yo. My yahoo is tripping for no reason at all. What the fuck is going on? The game opens and the shit freezes. This is not too bawluhish, word. I guess word racer is on hold for tonight. I mean, I have time to let her practice or some shit. Okay, I'm playing. Don't kill me, bro. But yo, when I logged on my yahoo my whole list was gone. I realized how lame I felt, because I was almost distraught for a minute. Like, ohhh nooo! My internet buddies are gone. Sadly, I don't talk to any of you fucks on my list, your names just look pretty down the side of my computer screen. Sad thing is, I'm so serious about that.
So, today I woke up, right? I'm just laying there in my bed with a million and a half thoughts. Eh, I was burdened by something, but I couldn't figure it out. Fuck it, so I got up. Went to the bathroom, you know? My favorite place in the world. Had to get fresh and shit. I looked in the mirror and realized I had to shave and all that great shit. You know, baby face? Yea.
Wait, I'm going to pause here and take it back.
Last night after I blogged, Ace and I talked. I love politicking with this nigga, I swear. We talked about hip-hop and our careers as musicians. The creativity between the two of us is amazing. When you speak on two people who are really ahead of their time, you should automatically think of the two of us. Lyrically, I'm on a level that I feel should be on a plateau above a lot of you. Ace is fucking insane with his lyrics. The sad thing is, you don't listen. I need you people to really listen. I don't put my heart and soul into this for nothing. I'm sure half of the things I say to you in a song, you don't understand. I'll let you in on a secret. You want to know a secret? Yea? You do. I insult you people in my lyrics. I call you dumb and I blatantly boast about things flying over your head. You're not too bright, because you don't understand. How do you sit here and let me tell you what you understand? How could I possibly know? I just do.
Okay, so yea. I'm getting fresh and shit and I realize I have to shave. I go ahead and get the excess hair off of my face and trim what little I have. Lol, you know? Get my little chin hairs in order and all of that. I looked in the mirror and I was pleased at what I saw. Narcissism is real, word. I know it's a turn off. I know you're reading this like "Ugh, I just wish he would get over himself." - I know. It's such a horrible thing and you're disgusted. "Psh, nigga you ain't even all that cute." - Ga'head, say it. It'll make you feel better. Oops, my bad? I really don't care. Forgive my arrogance.
Let's elaborate more on arrogance. Do you know why I'm so arrogant? Because you didn't believe in me. You told me I wouldn't be shit. If you would have let me know that you were proud of me, I wouldn't have been forced to believe in myself more than I really should. When you see me outside and I'm walking with my head high in the air and my chest poked out, I want you to hate what you've made. I'm the Frankenstein monster. I'm just a little too much for you to handle. I'm of your own construction. All of the bullshit you tossed to me has made me into this over confident, self loving, nonchalant, well crafted, smart mouthed young man. You hate it because it's your fault. I love it because I see you as nothing more than a stepping stone.
I rode through my neighborhood today. I looked at all of the doctors, lawyers, and well established people in life. I want that. I want to step outside of my Benz in a well tailored suit. Growing up, I never liked suits; but now I want to have a suit for every day of the week. I enjoy looking clean cut. A fresh haircut with a nice line, nice outfit, and top it off with a lovely fragrance of my choice. I love colognes. Today, I wore my Polo. I'd love to have my own fragrance. One day I will. You know what I'm going to call it? Arrogance. Lol, that's a given. I love to smell good, though. Ah, man. I know I'm not supposed to place much on a physical appearance, but I do. When you look like a million dollars, people treat you like a million dollars. In return, you feel like a million dollars. Investment well spent.
Alright, I'm going to abruptly leave you tonight.
Oh my fucking gawd, yo. My yahoo is tripping for no reason at all. What the fuck is going on? The game opens and the shit freezes. This is not too bawluhish, word. I guess word racer is on hold for tonight. I mean, I have time to let her practice or some shit. Okay, I'm playing. Don't kill me, bro. But yo, when I logged on my yahoo my whole list was gone. I realized how lame I felt, because I was almost distraught for a minute. Like, ohhh nooo! My internet buddies are gone. Sadly, I don't talk to any of you fucks on my list, your names just look pretty down the side of my computer screen. Sad thing is, I'm so serious about that.
So, today I woke up, right? I'm just laying there in my bed with a million and a half thoughts. Eh, I was burdened by something, but I couldn't figure it out. Fuck it, so I got up. Went to the bathroom, you know? My favorite place in the world. Had to get fresh and shit. I looked in the mirror and realized I had to shave and all that great shit. You know, baby face? Yea.
Wait, I'm going to pause here and take it back.
Last night after I blogged, Ace and I talked. I love politicking with this nigga, I swear. We talked about hip-hop and our careers as musicians. The creativity between the two of us is amazing. When you speak on two people who are really ahead of their time, you should automatically think of the two of us. Lyrically, I'm on a level that I feel should be on a plateau above a lot of you. Ace is fucking insane with his lyrics. The sad thing is, you don't listen. I need you people to really listen. I don't put my heart and soul into this for nothing. I'm sure half of the things I say to you in a song, you don't understand. I'll let you in on a secret. You want to know a secret? Yea? You do. I insult you people in my lyrics. I call you dumb and I blatantly boast about things flying over your head. You're not too bright, because you don't understand. How do you sit here and let me tell you what you understand? How could I possibly know? I just do.
Okay, so yea. I'm getting fresh and shit and I realize I have to shave. I go ahead and get the excess hair off of my face and trim what little I have. Lol, you know? Get my little chin hairs in order and all of that. I looked in the mirror and I was pleased at what I saw. Narcissism is real, word. I know it's a turn off. I know you're reading this like "Ugh, I just wish he would get over himself." - I know. It's such a horrible thing and you're disgusted. "Psh, nigga you ain't even all that cute." - Ga'head, say it. It'll make you feel better. Oops, my bad? I really don't care. Forgive my arrogance.
Let's elaborate more on arrogance. Do you know why I'm so arrogant? Because you didn't believe in me. You told me I wouldn't be shit. If you would have let me know that you were proud of me, I wouldn't have been forced to believe in myself more than I really should. When you see me outside and I'm walking with my head high in the air and my chest poked out, I want you to hate what you've made. I'm the Frankenstein monster. I'm just a little too much for you to handle. I'm of your own construction. All of the bullshit you tossed to me has made me into this over confident, self loving, nonchalant, well crafted, smart mouthed young man. You hate it because it's your fault. I love it because I see you as nothing more than a stepping stone.
I rode through my neighborhood today. I looked at all of the doctors, lawyers, and well established people in life. I want that. I want to step outside of my Benz in a well tailored suit. Growing up, I never liked suits; but now I want to have a suit for every day of the week. I enjoy looking clean cut. A fresh haircut with a nice line, nice outfit, and top it off with a lovely fragrance of my choice. I love colognes. Today, I wore my Polo. I'd love to have my own fragrance. One day I will. You know what I'm going to call it? Arrogance. Lol, that's a given. I love to smell good, though. Ah, man. I know I'm not supposed to place much on a physical appearance, but I do. When you look like a million dollars, people treat you like a million dollars. In return, you feel like a million dollars. Investment well spent.
Alright, I'm going to abruptly leave you tonight.
5 comments:
Psh, nigga, you ain't even all that cute.
:->
Actually, you are a lil cutie.
1, 2, 3, play.
That shit is cute.
-leaves.
Just you by your damn self is too much for my ass .. but you & Acey-face together? Oh gawd. That's too much.
Acey face?
Acey face?!
LOOK HERE, PIPSQUEAK.
ACEY FACE IS NOT MY DAMN NICKIE.
This blog hit 3000 gay points with the nickname added
They unblocked your blog!
YAY.
Now I can harass it in the mornings.
^_^
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