I’ve gots some quesshun…
At whut point dun did patriotic begin t’mean preemptive? I’m some little confused on how one gots’ta be overtly aggressive t’be some patriot – at least here in America. WORD! Igno’in’ human law seems t’be da damn o’da’ of de day fo’ de Bush administrashun.
Rappin’ uh crazy laws. If dere be a Murphy and he gots a law, dat fucka’ has been followin’ me around since friday. Slap mah fro! I’m lookin’ fo’ward t’today and seein’ if dat bastard could go find some sucka else t’mess wid. Let’s see, friday ya’ would gots already eyeball about. Man! Saturday too. ‘S coo’, bro. How about sunday. Slap mah fro! ah’ wuz feelin’ fine darn baaaad. Relaxin’ fum de relative mess uh saturday. Slap mah fro! ah’ decided t’go bike some mountain. ‘S coo’, bro. Into de wheels de bike and booze went. Man! ah’ gots’ta de destinashun pulled da damn bike out and gots eyebally. Slap mah fro! Den oops – where’s de helmet. Man! No helmet, no gloves. Argh. Lop some boogie.
Dat dun didn’t stop me, ah’ decided t’ride anyway. Slap mah fro! Good, hardco’e, downhill ride down Bulldog Road. Fo’ dose who duzn’t know, dat’s in Malibu kinyon and it goes down past da damn old M*A*S*H site. ah’ made it t’de top which be a fine great doodad. It’s some tough ride – somewhere around 6 miles o’ so’s uphill. Very steep in some spots. Gots down dere, had some raw energy bar waaay coo’ed off, den haided back waaay down. Dat’s de fun part. Man!
Past da damn M*A*S*H site and befo’e da damn canyon road, ah’ wuz ridin’ along de trail towards de trail haid when all uh a sudden I’m ‘espuh’iencin’ de ground comin’ at mah’ face in slow moshun. ah’ put mah’ arms out in front uh me as ah’ nearly smash mah’ face into rocks. ah’ land in some bit uh an awkward roll and mah’ bike lands on top uh me. Dis be not some steep waaay downhill. No it’s some rada’ flat area. WORD! Somehow some rock jumped down out uh nowhere and stopped mah’ front tire cold. ah’ ended down upside de bars and on de ground. Fust crash in some couple uh years. Unfo’tunately several sucka’s saw it. Man! It wuz mo’e embarrassin’ dan painful. Dough ah’ dun did mosey on down away wid some few baaaad scrapes down mah’ right shin and arm. WORD!
Dus I’m ‘espectin’ today t’be much better. Ah be baaad… I’m about t’haid out fo’ some run. ‘S coo’, bro.
Since it’s supposed t’be some day uh memo’ializin’ dose who gots protected our country. Slap mah fro! ah’ gots’ta do mah’ part t’say danks. Whut ah’ won’t dank be de nutjobs who recon’ we’s in danga’ while we’s peaceful. Dey who dig so’s wo’ked down dat dey start conflicts and wars t’show how in danga’ we are. Uh no. ‘S coo’, bro. Only givin’ danks t’de peeps dat protect us in measho’ mans dat ain’t preemptive.
Let’s also look back at an era dat enjoyed some bit uh comeback some few years ago. ‘S coo’, bro. De disco era. WORD! Who wuz de apparent kin’s uh disco? De Bee Gees. If ya’ gotsn’t rented Saturday Night Feva’ starin’ Raz’tus Travolta, ya’ real ought t’do yo’self de favo’ t’see some cult classic uh a bygone era. WORD! Besides, how else could ah’ justify dis post?
We need mo’e dialectic fun in our country. Slap mah fro! At least ah’ dink so. ‘S coo’, bro. Any sucka care t’create some new dialect dat ain’t hard t’learn and be fun? I’m game. Contact me and we’ll wo’k on it. Man!
Duzn’t gots dis beat? Best go dig it right now and dig on top uh yo’ JIBE rappin’.