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0 comments | August 12, 2003

what up tho.


yo...
i wanna be the best ever.
i guess it's why i spend so much time trying push my limits with the words. i'm not too concerned about being the best beat maker ever. it's whatever, i'm satisfied with simply liking my beats. but, recognized or not, i wanna feel like no one can fuck with me. i got a long way to go. but i trust my mind and my drive. i'ma have that shit, watch. i got a long way to go, but i'm dedicated.

i am participating in a battle on okp.

i'm getting lazy and tired. i had no idea these tourneys were so long, and i'm not a battler anyway.

but cats keep saying my shit isn't spittable. it is, i don't write shit i can't spit. shit, i'll record that shit, sounclick it and link it. fuck that.
but yeah. if i lose this round i'll be happy. i'm tired of having to run back to that board and check to see if its my turn to spit.


i'm sleepy tho. and it's late. i'll holla.

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