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0 comments | November 06, 2003

yeah...

it's always the new shit that makes me want to write.

me being the thief that i am, i downloaded jay's new joint, "The Black Album".

ok.

it's STILL not up to reasonable doubt's par, but yeah.
he kinda came off on this joint. actually decided to write about more than his next-level 'jigginess'.

i'm telling y'all tho. the shit to peep is 'Allure' produced by the neptunes.

neptunes did it again, all jay really had to do was ride the beat correctly. man. lemme get a beat like that.
i listened to it all day, and i swear i wrote enough little bits of rhymes to it, i could have spit a 12 minute verse over that beat.

so yeah i was finally writing today.
came home and fucked with some beats.
slowly but surely i'm getting shit together.

me and work are fairweather friends.
i thought about it today, after getting shot down by my boss on some smart ass shit.
i'm not there to make friends.

i get paid.

nuff said.

i don't know yo, i've been feeling kind of stressed recently.
not kind of.
alot.

mad issues and shit.
it's a combination of things...

and i don't know what to do.

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