Thursday, March 13, 2008 9:00 PM
I always lied to my lil Joshua that i'm a Rock Star,thats when the retribution came in,tmr i gon' be so Dead lyk i got SARS.i was stayin home watchin freestyle battle,other than that, i ain't doin nth,while ling was with her lil sister,walking, buyin sth.well, she wasn that 'lil'. when i was supposed to study my scales,i did, for a few minutes, then i pop out a Qn when i'm lookin at the scales."Is there a C flat?"then my brain's started to expand, my head's growin fat.i just can't read scores, recognise those notes,but if u ask me'bout rhythms, maybe i know'em,and let me tell u , the 'C flat' is real low,u can't even find it on the keyboard, find it for me then, if you dun think so.just two majors & minors, let me get'em,these are struggles, i gotta hold on to'em,in case i got blown away because of them, For What The Mallet Is Grouped Under Percussion?can i speak to Biggie? well, he's a dead man.they said Dead man can't talk or walk, but i did see one without the rib.and how do Hip Hop hop when it losed its hip??i guess i need a rest, 'cause those lines came out Funny,jus like Mike Jackson dressin lyk a bear eatin honey.Ok, That'll Be The Story....
