Had a crazy

dream last night that i was chillin at this pool party watching 70's compilation videos of freestyle diving competitions on this giant pull down projector. Everyone is seated at long dinner tables like some sort of banquet. first of all just take that setting in.. anyway i look to my left and i realize that im sitting next to nas, so me n nas start kickin shit about the hip hop scene at the moment and nas starts getting a little too preachy for my taste, so my eyes start drifting to the freestyle diving compilations but everytime my eyes drift nas gets all mad like "yo im talking" and i gotta turn back around and look at nas while he preaches on and on. but when i look directly at nas hes like "yo man dont force your attention" so im stuck in this nasir paradox until it finally escalates too the point of a battle rap. then i realize lil wayne has been at the end of the table the whole time, comes over and starts battling nas. heres the weird part, my brain created this battle rap and from what i remember (could have been gibberish) wayne and nas were tearing shit up in their respected styles of rapping. i woke up mid battle to severe abdominal pain from these pk's


analyse that shit

dream last night that i was chillin at this pool party watching 70's compilation videos of freestyle diving competitions on this giant pull down projector. Everyone is seated at long dinner tables like some sort of banquet. first of all just take that setting in.. anyway i look to my left and i realize that im sitting next to nas, so me n nas start kickin shit about the hip hop scene at the moment and nas starts getting a little too preachy for my taste, so my eyes start drifting to the freestyle diving compilations but everytime my eyes drift nas gets all mad like "yo im talking" and i gotta turn back around and look at nas while he preaches on and on. but when i look directly at nas hes like "yo man dont force your attention" so im stuck in this nasir paradox until it finally escalates too the point of a battle rap. then i realize lil wayne has been at the end of the table the whole time, comes over and starts battling nas. heres the weird part, my brain created this battle rap and from what i remember (could have been gibberish) wayne and nas were tearing shit up in their respected styles of rapping. i woke up mid battle to severe abdominal pain from these pk's


analyse that shit

[RhetoriK]

lmao...

that's you on the forums listening to pULSe and Jason battle over whatever. Real Shit.

and wayne..that's the codeine talkin.

[RhetoriK]

lmao...

that's you on the forums listening to pULSe and Jason battle over whatever. Real Shit.

and wayne..that's the codeine talkin.

who's who?

who's who?

[RhetoriK]

jason = nas
pULSe = nas's ego
codeine = lil wayne

huey = stuck in the middle.

[RhetoriK]

jason = nas
pULSe = nas's ego
codeine = lil wayne

huey = stuck in the middle.

haaha yo that was pretty good

haaha yo that was pretty good