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The week's end started unlike any other. I was dropped off at Ace's house on Friday, mind full of questions regarding what I was gonna be getting into later..........I knocked a few times on the front door. No response. I took it to the side of the abode and knocked on the basement window. Angering the Double Dragons down stairs, I was let in by Ace. We chilled for a spell. This angered Ace who proceeded to yell at Skeem and I as he set to depart from the crib. He assigned us to record at least three verses. So shall it be written, so shall it be done.
He dipped, and Skeem and I went to work. I layed out "Young Entrepreneurs" and "If You Love Me" while Skeem wrote in the background. Skeem did his thing on "If You Love Me" and we chilled more.
I spent a few whooping ass in Dead Or Alive 4. Hungry. We ordered Papa John's and muthafuckas went 'ham', for real. Fauste arrived. Let's get it. He brought popcorn chicken, Toaster Strudels and Hot Pockets, that's what's up. We recorded and played NBA Live and that's how that day went.........But, WAIT! Skeem and Relly Boi had been feuding that day over who the better rapper was. It got so bad, we could only settle it with a battle. It was recorded at first, and that first cipher, Relly took it home, but we went Smack DVD on 'em and did a video. Skeem shat! Relly deleted it......."My bars are infinite, can you spell it?......no, stop, forget it!"
Saturday was marvelous. Fauste and Ace were working on "Nikes And Pumas" when I awoke. Fauste did his Slick Rick on the track, now we await for M.O. to come and drop some Spooks and Spoons tracks. Me and Fauste filmed our spin on MTV Cribs, it was comical. We were skateboarding, tryna kickflip and ollie and what not, almost busting our asses every chance we got. We were supposed to get a 'shipment' and my fiance was to drive us to receive it......plans change up, we need to take action before it was too late. The "Iceman" was to get off at 5PM. Man, it was 4 o' clock. We needed to move. "Skeem, hold the fort down!" We walked it out. Murdock in the pink polo and CM Swags, Fauste in the Black Label and Dunks, and Ace in community college attire.
Pedding, pushing, moving, ambling, all of that. We walked and walked. I guess we were a really conspicuous bunch because Fauste got like three hollers to my one, (sad face). The clock hit the half hour mark, we were running out of time......We ain't gonna make it. M.O. called us to tell us he was on his way, we hit a highway overpass.....Somehow,someway, we ended up walking on the side of a highway. I seen and experienced some thangs! The ground kept giving away, but it wasn't muddy. We approached a fence leading to a drainage ditch, I think that's what it was, I saw a decomposing something.....Have you ever walked straight on a slope, it's not real. Fauste got mud on his Dunks, wow, and he spotted a bent part on the fence, we hopped out the sewer, we're making good time!
Charting through a quaint little neighborhood, we headed towards Kroger..."Together we made it!" We walked in right, M.T. Bag swag was on a milli squared, so much so......Grimm, in a rush to find Iceman, walked between a beer display and a woman with a cart without saying excuse me.....it was a tight space, and that woman was pissed!
We found Iceman, but to our surprise, there were no more green shirts. Are we S.O.L? Hell no! Ace's uncle came through to help us with transportation, and Grimm and I stuck around to receive a newer shipment. Look for a Mitsubishi! We were chilling in the front sitting on those electric wheel chairs. A cop rolled by and said, "That's not for your amusement." I pointed to the 'Out Of Order' sign on the front of the cart and replied, "I can't take it anywhere". He drove off, that's what I thought. The new guy arrived and we ended up at a Speedway down the street. I sat on the ice machine outside. Grimm grew thirsty, I hopped down as an employee walked out. She goes, "What are you doing?" I go, "Chillin'." She's like,"Monkey". I'm tryna squeeze out, "Is that supposed to be a racial slur?" As Grimm tried to shush me. Ace and his mom came to scoop us, and we picked up M.O.
Right down to business. He did "I'm Gone" and "Nikes And Pumas", go to listen to those, by the way! I tapped Grimm's ass in Live since they thought I couldn't do it. We got quite up there too. The evening dwindled down into night and chicken was on the menu. N!99@$ apparently caught the itis. Ace's uncle came through and I learned how to play Tetris. This was an odd ball night. Remember Macerina? Well, she came down to play with Ace's........Yeah. Grimm wanted some too and got it the same. Don't touch a hot oven....We stayed up ALL night. Skeem was asleep, so it was me, Ace, Grimm, Macerina and Ace's sister walking to the gas station at four in the morning. Bitch was closed. On the way back, it was two on two in the street. The girls love to attack nuts. I saw Grimm doubled over, so I jump in to a nutcracking surprise. SMASHING! Time to pass out!
Grimm left. I slept the latter part of the day and I don't remember a lot of Sunday, except for the Ace-Skeem- Macerina-Love-Triangle. Man, that was some dumbfounding shit, right there. Ace departed and it was a so so weekend. I left from the crib today, where Skeem, Relly and I had a Tetris battle. I left with at least one victory over each player, so I'm happy.
What's in store? I'd love to tell you beats, but this computer is deciding to be slow! M.T. Bag is back on task, and the dream isn't deferred.
P.E.A.C.E
Charting through a quaint little neighborhood, we headed towards Kroger..."Together we made it!" We walked in right, M.T. Bag swag was on a milli squared, so much so......Grimm, in a rush to find Iceman, walked between a beer display and a woman with a cart without saying excuse me.....it was a tight space, and that woman was pissed!
We found Iceman, but to our surprise, there were no more green shirts. Are we S.O.L? Hell no! Ace's uncle came through to help us with transportation, and Grimm and I stuck around to receive a newer shipment. Look for a Mitsubishi! We were chilling in the front sitting on those electric wheel chairs. A cop rolled by and said, "That's not for your amusement." I pointed to the 'Out Of Order' sign on the front of the cart and replied, "I can't take it anywhere". He drove off, that's what I thought. The new guy arrived and we ended up at a Speedway down the street. I sat on the ice machine outside. Grimm grew thirsty, I hopped down as an employee walked out. She goes, "What are you doing?" I go, "Chillin'." She's like,"Monkey". I'm tryna squeeze out, "Is that supposed to be a racial slur?" As Grimm tried to shush me. Ace and his mom came to scoop us, and we picked up M.O.
Right down to business. He did "I'm Gone" and "Nikes And Pumas", go to listen to those, by the way! I tapped Grimm's ass in Live since they thought I couldn't do it. We got quite up there too. The evening dwindled down into night and chicken was on the menu. N!99@$ apparently caught the itis. Ace's uncle came through and I learned how to play Tetris. This was an odd ball night. Remember Macerina? Well, she came down to play with Ace's........Yeah. Grimm wanted some too and got it the same. Don't touch a hot oven....We stayed up ALL night. Skeem was asleep, so it was me, Ace, Grimm, Macerina and Ace's sister walking to the gas station at four in the morning. Bitch was closed. On the way back, it was two on two in the street. The girls love to attack nuts. I saw Grimm doubled over, so I jump in to a nutcracking surprise. SMASHING! Time to pass out!
Grimm left. I slept the latter part of the day and I don't remember a lot of Sunday, except for the Ace-Skeem- Macerina-Love-Triangle. Man, that was some dumbfounding shit, right there. Ace departed and it was a so so weekend. I left from the crib today, where Skeem, Relly and I had a Tetris battle. I left with at least one victory over each player, so I'm happy.
What's in store? I'd love to tell you beats, but this computer is deciding to be slow! M.T. Bag is back on task, and the dream isn't deferred.
P.E.A.C.E
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