… it’s God.
Take your holy book and shove it up your fucking ass. I would call Muhammad and Jesus and Buddha peices of shit, but they never existed so it would be a waste of time.
What kind of God requires killing other people, or worse, creates people knowing they could go to hell.?
There’s nothing any god could do to me. If it wanted to send me to hell… I’d fuck it up before it had the chance. There is no doubt in my mind. It is not more powerful than I am because it will never be right here, right now. I am right here right now.
If you want to believe, go for it, but you really never have to believe in that shit. The only two things you have to do is believe in yourself and don’t be a fucking dick.
And coming up… a musical number.
I have loved the People Under the Stairs ever since I heard “Yeild” off Or Stay Tuned. Best fucking song ever, btw!
Anyway… no one in the US I ever mentioned the PUTS to has ever heard of them. It took me coming to fucking Spain to find someone who automatically knew who they were, without question. I mean, I didn’t even ask the girl “Do you know the People Under the Stairs are?”… all I said was I’m a banger, the kind you keep in yo’ disc changer and the girl went “Is that Double K?”. I mean… are you fucking serious. I mean, No. 1: she knows who Double K is; and No. 2: all I said was the mother fuckin’ lyric and she knew who, what, when, where and why…. and you guys think “Yeild” is a sign of caution? Mother fucker, that’s the number one signal you’re about to get fucking down.
How is it that, in a country where scarfs are accessories, they know more about hip hop than we do in the US? I think that’s why they hate us.
What the fuck is wrong with you guys?
If you gave me a mixtape…
Mixtape’s are fantasies, like a Norman Rockwell’s America or that Levi’s/Walt Whitman Commercial. “Oh, I got a mixtape…. HMMM, now WTF!”
Why don’t you mother fuckers love this song? You’re fuckin’ stupid! I bet If I photoshopped a cat inside the movie Space Jam that shit would hit hard though, wouldn’t it! I feel like I’m talking to a bunch of twelve year olds anyway. Am I on the Disney channel right now?
Using the phrase “mainstream America” in a critical way is like admitting you’re a very depressing person to be around and that people should stand 50’ away from you at all times.
I don’t want to see another thing on the internet that asks me to “join the conversation”.