Ok, Ok, Ok...

Sorry for the delays on the posts today... been a little bit of a whirlwind day... went by Wal-mart, got a surprise visit from Doo-Wop and Alisa, got some money and pretty much been cleaning up everything since about 3:30... I can't believe I still had stuff I hadn't unpacked yet...

I'm listening to Hell Hath No Fury by Clipse... and for some reason , I've had it on my computer since it first came out but never listened to it... shit was bananas... I'm bumpin' it for the rest of the night... lol... I've already decided... that "Momma I'm So Sorry" goes hard...

(Gather round...)
(Miami Vice... for my cocaine dreamers... ya know... Miami Vice)
(... Pusha spit this shit for ya'll... here we go...)

[Pusha T:]
Youngin' don't make my sales rise, I'll shoot you out ya Chukkas
Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers
Poppa said stay free of them suckas minus the wicked jumpers
Street baller like the Rucker; Skip-To-My-Lou, if you lookin for a couple
Roosters in the duffle, keep the hood screamin' 'cock-a-doodle-doo,' fuckers
Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to chatter?
Basic ass rappers got 'em runnin' for their life
I philosophise about glocks and keys
Niggas call me Young Black Socrates
West Indies' bitch dropped her knees quick...
(What) ...with dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Yo, sorry for niggas pull triggers in their shit (click!)
So many bullets changin' my shit-- call me 'Lead Fist'
...shake the diamonds out my wrist

[Chorus:]
Momma I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs And Crockett
Momma I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket
Momma I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big whole palm trees and watches
Momma I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice: my conscience

(Gather Around...)

[Malice:]
Youngin' learn from me, let's... not be at odds
With more like than not, two peas of a pod
Same hustle 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away at thirty grams an 'O'
That accounts for all them days in the cold
Feel like Kissin' Cake Mix can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, Holmes, trust I've done seen it
From Frankfurt to Colon, Oslow to Sweden
From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napali
Now I consider Ferrari and Salvidor Dalis
I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
That's why I seem distant, son, expand your vision
Even adored by Norwegian women, blonde hair and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder, in these raps, if I'm kiddin'

[Chorus]

(Miami Vice...)
[Pusha T:]
Sorry Heavenly Father, once again, I hate to bother
It's P, the evil creeper, send some to The Grim Reaper
Meanwhile, me and my missus like Solomon and Sheba
Sign of the times, Hurte Emmillo-Gucci sneakers
(Uh) ...ghetto literature, I damn-near died for Bolivia
It don't take much to get rid of ya
If I'm sent for ya, better call the minister...
Ughckk

[Malice:]
I'm sorry grandmama for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
'Cuz I can't do enough, you're a symbol of God's grace
So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower-head
Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouth fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I led

[Chorus]

(Miami Vice...)

Oh yeah...
Nicole's coming to town tomorrow!!
She's visiting the fam in Fayetteville and decided to come on up and chill with your favorite college student...

Ummmm... did I forget anything? I don't think so... anyway, I'm off to shower... might post some more tonight... depends on how I'm feelin'...



Ya'll be easy...