Sir Cap'n Crunk

Well I started out as any other kid, I wanted to, what you might say, "do it big," but I wasn't about to get rich or die (why the very fact is indeed dumb). My dearest mother always said "Education was the way to go," so I did. If my memory serves me right, I recall my first bike ride. I was trodding along with my father trailing behind until suddenly he let go. At that very instant, I felt on top of the boundless world; I felt as if I could fly high as kite; I savored every moment. Before I could stop to celebrate my spectactular victory with my father dear, I was "stuck up" by a "stickup-kid" named Quantazia. Quantazia was the new girl on the block and no one knew much about her. Maybe if I had taken this into account, none of this would of happened. The one thing I did know was that Quantazia got "some." Upon reflecting upon the event, I always wondered what getting "some" was. I was determined to get "some" too. I let Quantazia ride my brand new birthday Huffy (with the turbo stickers on the side) and she never returned it. I always thought Quantazia was going back to her house to get "some" for me. Again, maybe if I hadn't been so naive, none of this would of happened. Riding off, Quatnazia told me "GET YOUR KACE UP LIKE SOME UPS!!!! WHAT CAN QUANTAZIA DO FOR YOU!?!?!" I exclaimed, "Can you go back to your house to get me "some"?" She yelled back, "Not until you get your KACE UPS!!!!!" I replied, "I ate all my birthday cake, I'll try to get my mom to get some more. I didn't realized you enjoyed DQ cakes so much." But before the words lept from my mouth, Quantazia was off like an unseemingly happy rinoserous. After this turning point in my life, I began determined to get "some."

So a year later, I attended school. Because I didn't "rep a set" I got into a fight the second day over some building blocks. I got thrown to the ground and upon recentering myself yelled, "WHAT YOU GUYS ARE DOING IS MEAN!! NOT COOL/IM GONNA TELL MY MOMMY AFTER SCHOOL!!!!" This instinctual remark sparked my rap carrer. When the words sprung from my mouth, my lips felt a tingling sensation (maybe a result of being "shook"). Instantaneously, I gained the "set's" respect and was knighted "Sir. Cap'n Crunk" because of my "crunk like" and anger driven raps....

If you'd like to learn more, please purchase my book cleverly entitled, "Sir Cap'n Crunk: Can I Borrow a Feeling?" dedicated to Quantazia for changing my view on the world. DURTY DURTY DURTY!!!

(Based off this idea of where I be is my new book "Where Be Da C-to-da-Appin?!?" Also coming out on an interactive DVD Ya heard me!!!)