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She told me to close my eyes and dream, 'Dream Terrance, dream'
And so I dreamed of her spirit wrapped around my heart, like ivy on a tall tree.
And I felt alive.
Adolph Caesar is one of my idols.
Alternately titled 'I used to be an iller MC than you will ever be'
Just a little short short throwaway.
Universal Truth is a beautiful thang. Self discovery; the climax of exploration...
like penthatol for the soul.
Alesis and MCA SP2
Getting aquainted with the girls, and the new quality in output.
Just a lil quick junt to get used to the threesome.
Illazf***...
Seriously, in all liklihood, I am an iller MC than you, and I'm probably pretty damned proud of that. I take pride in my work. I really do.
Some sh*** I was workin on a while ago, but didn't feel like finishing.
Kenny G and Yoko Ono and Omibozu (Sea Boss)
SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA BOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
(yeah, I'm acting an ass, but its really kenny g and yoko ono)
The intro where ol boy bit.
ROFOLCOPTER!!!
From the first intense hits diss.
ROFOLGATOR @ IH biting royce... TWICE.
lemon lames.
What'cha gonna do when the Mockery Bird sh***s on you?
I feel sorry for your mother, Chumpie McPunkass.
Every supervillain needs theme music
Pauline Ibanez is an angel. I'm just there. To act an ass.
The Intro to Mr. Trin, Dean of the South Presents: Grown Folk Music Volume 1: An Introduction to Human Sexuality
Something to placate you conspiracy theory geeks and to silence you anti Southern rap nancy boys.
Dedicated to all you sumbi***es on a culture safari that swear that Hip Hop is dying, when you've only listened for all of fourteen months.
I'm sick of sumbi***es tryin to Kenny G the artform.
Good things always happen when crazy people come together.
Dedicated to the most passionate, elloquent courtesan I've ever had the pleasure of crossing paths with.
Illness from the Peoplz Mixtape. Go pick that up. First in what should be a few collaborative works.
Just something I felt like venting. Its been a while anyways.
Sommore of that mood music... blurring the lines between rap and spoken word.
God, I'm ill. Iller than you, as illustrated by you nodding your head. How does it feel to be so beneath me? Goddamned plebeians, go onto a lil bull sh** tangent so you can find something wrong with this.
Things that I hate: Blissful ignorance, east coast attitudes, new york attitudes, canadians, canadiens, brits, boston, emo kids, Wu Tang, Cathoholics, you, Christinsanity, liberalism, conservativism, et cetera
The chorus is part of a song I did in like 96... 97... I have this strange penchant for validating my past self by linking past and present.

