WTF!!!?? LOL. I was attacked by 80's rappers on Haight street today.
So i'm walking and I see this guy with his decks and equipment in a cart, he's pushed it to a street corner and there's some 80's rappers rapping while he spins. All of a sudden I realize that it's DJ Robbysocks, the last time I saw him, my ex and I were making out on Hippie hill and I let him take pictures of it because I wanted free DJ lessons. (Haha) Then I lost his number, but didn't care.
So anyway I go up to him to ask how he's doing and this guy who looks like an old school Notorious B.I.G. approaches.
"We need some female M.C.'s up in this place!" - B.I.G.
"Sir, i'm not a rapper." -Me
"I said we need some female M.C.'s up in this place!" - B.I.G.
"I repeat; I am NOT a rapper! I know I look like one, but i'm not!" -Me
Bystanders laugh, I talk Robby into giving me free lessons.
"Shit! It's the popo's!" -B. I. G.
The police come and I hightail it out of there.
So I had a rap in my head, but didn't want to rap it in front of a streetcorner of strangers. I had to run to a bus bench and write it down before I forgot:
Because I AM a rapper
Yo yo yo
I like bitches and ho's
And you be suckin' on these,
Sucka M.C.'S, please!
I'm loud
brown
proud
A bitch out the pound
I'm a freestyle fuck
Just 'cause i'm fuckin' it up
[insert chorus with whiny R&B lady here]
You'd best believe
That your girl comes to me
I said come, come
Don't tell you shit when we're done.
Word, muthafucka!!!
So i'm walking and I see this guy with his decks and equipment in a cart, he's pushed it to a street corner and there's some 80's rappers rapping while he spins. All of a sudden I realize that it's DJ Robbysocks, the last time I saw him, my ex and I were making out on Hippie hill and I let him take pictures of it because I wanted free DJ lessons. (Haha) Then I lost his number, but didn't care.
So anyway I go up to him to ask how he's doing and this guy who looks like an old school Notorious B.I.G. approaches.
"We need some female M.C.'s up in this place!" - B.I.G.
"Sir, i'm not a rapper." -Me
"I said we need some female M.C.'s up in this place!" - B.I.G.
"I repeat; I am NOT a rapper! I know I look like one, but i'm not!" -Me
Bystanders laugh, I talk Robby into giving me free lessons.
"Shit! It's the popo's!" -B. I. G.
The police come and I hightail it out of there.
So I had a rap in my head, but didn't want to rap it in front of a streetcorner of strangers. I had to run to a bus bench and write it down before I forgot:
Because I AM a rapper
Yo yo yo
I like bitches and ho's
And you be suckin' on these,
Sucka M.C.'S, please!
I'm loud
brown
proud
A bitch out the pound
I'm a freestyle fuck
Just 'cause i'm fuckin' it up
[insert chorus with whiny R&B lady here]
You'd best believe
That your girl comes to me
I said come, come
Don't tell you shit when we're done.
Word, muthafucka!!!
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catculus:
reminds me of the freestyle part in the Robinson's Bogalusa. Teehee. (that's a reference to a chalmette based band , probably best ignored)
lila:
yes, i know we all need a girl to love. but when's it going to be my turn? i've been waiting patiently like a good little girl and i keep settling for evil boys and they don't make me happy. not one little bit. boo hoo. LiLA.