5/2/07

First of all...

Fucking... fucking... fucking... fucking THE SEA AND CAKE!

I'm on a mission that niggaz say is impossible,
But when I swing my swords they all choppable.
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper,
Child educator, plus head amputator.
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers.
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.

gza

I'll see those of you who aren't out of your minds with stupidity, or geographically challenged, in July. The day before my birthday, as it happens. And I'm not wearing a shirt.

3 comments:

nick bujak said...

sweet, i'll be in philly so maybe i'll go. iron and wine is one of my favorite artists of all time, so it seems like a good idea.

Ryan Martin said...

when my mind start to clickin',
and the strategy is mastered,
the plot thickens -
this be that Wu shit.
i don't give a cotton-pickin'
fuck about a brother
tryin' to size a nigga up,
i hold my own.

D said...

Hot damnn, there's nothing better than 50,000 nerds in a park at the same time.