I'm going to Chizurch with my Dizad this morning. And I'm simultaneously practicing my rap-speak, biatches. Reading through Kanye West's & Ludacris's lyrics yesterday was enough to get my ass scramblin'. Or is is scramble my ass? Either way, I mean regodless, I'm out of practice. I couldn't understand 73% of that shiznit.
Last night was dope. I mean tight. I mean aiight. I went to the Beauty Bar, located in the hood, with one hot bitch and a crew of pretty boys. I had been worrying about my hair looking all raggedy, but my messy naps fit right in.
I am WAY behind on work. Well, actually, I'm just not as AHEAD as I wanted to be. But I'm not really behind. So after chizurch I'm grabbing my lizaptizop and getting my ass over to the Urban Grind to type away and be all productive and shit.
I've been listening to a lot of hip hop lately. I can't get that song by Beyonce out of my head and I keep singing, to a confused and amused looking lover, "If you don't go grab it, I'm a let you have it." Alls I can say, is thank dog for Eminem and his closer adherence to the rules of grammar. Oh, and Nelly ain't that far off neither.