It's hard to face defeat
When you're raised in the street
No surrender and no retreat
Apparently, beef is back in vogue. The Game caught feelings from a song that Ras Kass did over a year ago. And he still can't hold Ras' jock-strap lyrically. These wack dudes kill me with their hype hallucinations. You are not that nice, B. There's beef in politics too. Current Lt. Governor Healey had some attack ad against Gabrieli, calling him a tycoon. Um, aren't you a millionaire yourself, miss thing? Plus, why are you even doing attacks ads when your opponent ain't even decided yet? Maybe she think she'll have a better chance against Patrick. Ha. I think it's actually the opposite. It's about to be Smash Squad up in this piece. Reilly is still swinging, but it's about to be a wrap.
Now dance with the devil, no, not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba and smoke ganja like Bob Marley
Been out in local parks three days in a row enjoying the nice mild weather. Some outdoor kiddie festival, some ball playing, some jungle gym ish. And apparently, the midget prefers basketball to kickball, tennis to basketball, hopscotch to tennis, and walking up the slide (as opposed to sliding down it) to all of the above. Go figure. But riddle me this, Dana Barros. What's up with the lights not coming on as it starts to get dark? My jumper was in need of therapy after that episode.
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
You say it's silly, that's my theory
Get the philly and let it rest
-Showbiz & A.G., "Next Level"
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