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I'm tired of looking at that mad ass blog.

Anyway, July 2nd - I'll be dropping a project. I've Created A Monster. Make sure you look out for it. Yes, I'm that ill, my nigga. The first song on my playlist is the "street single" for the song. It's called 3 Years. It's been three long years since I dropped a project. Are you excited? I doubt it. Hopefully you'll appreciate what I do this time around. See, the next time I decide to take three years from this rap shit, you'll know my name and you'll respect my craft. It'll hurt you next time.

So, I've been fine lately. If you read anything in my blog, please don't come discuss it with me. What I say in this blog stays in this blog. Seriously, I'm appreciative of your thoughts and everything, but that's what my comments are for. I blog to alleviate myself of these things that burden me, you know? Don't get me wrong, though. Thanks for everything. I just don't want to talk about it.

Damn, I'm sick as fuck.

I'm feeling great, though. Really. Besides my physical state of being, I'm fine. I don't let that bother me. I believe that I can think the pain away. If it didn't make sense, don't ask, lol. I'm pretty calm and content right now. The rain is coming in, so I think I'll sleep great tonight. I took a Tylenol PM, but it really hasn't done anything for me. Fuck pills, I'm gangster. Word, son-son. Give me some hardcore drug and I'll be fine.

My phone has really been ringing off the hook tonight and it's not anyone that I want to talk to. My status on yahoo says don't talk to me unless you have coke. Please tell my why everyone hits me up today. Really, that means don't talk to me. I'm not trying to talk to you. It bothers me that when I say DON'T hit me up, you ignorant fucks do. Some of you are fine, but most of you are stupid. Leave me the fuck alone. The next time you hit me up and my name just magically signs off right after it, that means you've been blocked. Remember that.

Who can crack this code?

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I'll give my life savings to whoever can.