sometimes an emcee gotta take a break from stacking monies and writing
hardass lyrics, then he thinks about life-that is, life and honies.
You know, dookie? Some fly honies and desert wine to help me burp,
keep my mind off work, but its all str8 macking till i vomit down the
lady shirt and on her bare thighs. This is life, viewed from many
angles, seen from all sides at once-realizations and cognitions that
would drive an ordinary person mad. There but for the grace of