Wednesday, March 08, 2006

i got knocked down, my head was swimmin'

 












...i wound up with the dean of women. Dont u love all the "speed raps" dylan used2 do?

i was sleepin' like a rat when i heard somethin' jerkin'
And there stood rita lookin' just like tony perkins

and,

i was shadow boxing earlier in the day
figured i was ready for cassius clay
i said 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
cassius clay here i come
99, 100, 101, 102
your ma wont even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18...
gonna knock 'im clean right out of his spleen.

Now THAT's rappin'. Am i right, or am i right? When you're right, you're right, am i right? that pimp "song" that won best song at the oscars was an embarrASSment. How lame WAS that, anyway? Pathetic. Sick. Venal. Some day a real rain'll come and wash All the scum off the streets.

Speaking of streets, found my Streets cd, Original Pirate Material...i still like him...IT'S TOO LATE is so sad. And the beats on SHARP DARTS...i still cant hear/figure out what the hell. Very interesting. He was on a bill with Luna in the UK a coupla years ago. Those must've been fun shows.

And speaking of shows, none for me. :-( Posted by Picasa

1 comment:

Mr.Mr. said...

everything is broken