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It's never too late to waste a little time. This is mastabeta.
Honest rap. Anybody in a pink jumpsuit need not apply, unless of course you are man enough to wear it without checking with your friends every ten minutes. ------------------------------------------------- "A fine collection of bad dubs. I'm just glad it exists." -EPL
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #6,367
Peak in subgenre #523
Author
Mastabeta aka E.Lugo
Rights
1999 Zombiehead/Goodrobot
Uploaded
March 15, 2003
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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A letter to myself: In order to obtain your wealth, yo, you gotta step correct and respect yourself. Fall in love 10 times, but at least make it work once. Make money. Save money. Stop smokin' dirt blunts. Do your dirty laundry. Throw away the tighty whities. Get some bigger boxers, kid cover up your heiney. Get your high school diploma or at least your G.E.D. Stop jerkin' off your dick and release your LP. Keep your nails mad short and keep your goatee neat. Stop fuckin' with these bitches that were raised in the street. If you're grazed by the heat, throw up your hood and start runnin'. Keep your eyes open so you'll see whatever's comin'. Tie the knot with your lady cuz she loves you to death. She wants to have all your babies swingin' in a basinet. I won't tell you "Get a job" cuz I got faith you could make it. Life is a game but do you like the way you play it? Nevermind that, you do a fine job at being you...only a short time before the world is seein' you. You'll probably have a link, but still look like a scrub cuz while FLIP drives the car, you'll be high off the drugs. But that's alright. Love your whole body and soul...and put your niggas on when it's time to roll. Take June to White Castle when you make your first mil...and pass by *** next time you're in the Ville... Dear Self...a letter to remind you what to do Dear Self...a letter that reminds you of you Dear Self...every slacker gotta write one of these Dear Self...at your own pace, make your own G's You had a rough life and got the eyes of a dreamer. You wrote Pattycake, your stomach aches when you see her. You could've been a star: porno or motion picture...you chose to withdraw, sit home and write scriptures. Your lifestyle...you walk the street like an icon...even though the stress got you bit like a python. Your time will come soon though the moon looks black. You made it through your mom and learned to drive on crack. Stick to your guns...and hope you never have to use them. You've got good friends, hope to God you never lose them. The world is but a stage and everybody's a comedian...tryin' to play you out like deck you put your cd in. Rise above that and place your riches in a stash. Get a blowjob and have a bitch suck your ass. Stay alive long enough to play ball with your nephew. Keep your composure when the crabb niggas test you. You live to be a star in the eyes of your sister...she don't give a fuck, but when she's gone you're gonna miss her. Keep a "live-L" head and keep your third eye open. Careful on the weed, don't be the first guy chokin'. Start gettin more sleep, cuz you're lookin' like a zombie as you walk through the night on a quest like Ghandi. Stop buying Newports so your voice will last forever. Eat the right foods and dress well for the weather. Here's the best advice that you could ever give yourself: Yo, you gotta step correct to obtain your wealth. Dear Self...a letter to remind you what to do Dear Self...a letter that reminds you of you Dear Self...every slacker gotta write one of these Dear Self...at your own pace, make your own G's (x2) UNCLE SCAM CLIQUE...MASTABETA FUNK...CREAMSHELTER PRODUCTIONS 1999...CHILLIN' IN THE LAB WITH MONDEE AND FLY P...UNCLE SCAM CLIQUE....MASTABETA. Production by DJ Mondee and FLIP
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