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so i am out of books and the newspaper depresses me too much to read. the only magazines you can get in english over here are music zines and i am tired of radiohead reviews(yes they are very good, and yes the new album is awesome give it a rest.), so i have turned elsewhere. the makers of the source have released hip hop weekly. it is fodder but it enertains and feeds one of my not so secret obsessions: LIL WAYNE weezy f. baby the greatest rapper alive. now i don't agree with that statement(see aesop rock, nas, and guru) but he is most definately enertaining. on top of being quick witted and dope he is also a complete moron who says some of the dumbest things ever got ont tape. case and point "turn on the tv ma i'm fromthe murder capitol of the u.s. where we kill for real. i got 4 tear drops on my face[something gangmembers and prisoners do when they have killed someone]. the day i got my first one i called my mama and asked if i could get it but i lied. i had already got it. she said 'yeah but come round here so i can see it i was thinking about getting one myself.' i kill you, your mama, your sister a baby i don't give a fuck. i could never go to hell i take over the bitch." brilliance if i do say so myself. the hottest rapper on the market is admitting to murder and that is helping him sale records. oh mainstream rap is so amazing. i'm going to make my own music genre wher i live in fantasy too. instead of yachts, cars, and money; i am gong to talk about how i ride unicorns and eat rainbows and kick it with the sun. everyone on acid is my crew

kick i roll one horn before the album drop and eat rainbows because the shiite be hot. no muslim but i will slay you with a lighting bolt handed over by zeus i'm the truth don't even record in a booth i use the river and they produce my sound to your cities and towns i'm global and the there is no hope for all you sucka mogols, your money don't touch my power over space without a trace is how i will exit this place like jesus no corpse and no bones i 'm prone to rock the tric three wheels casue i'm different from ya'll so you ball and i will call shiva to destroy ya booyah can step to the madness and all you spit is sadness and defunct is how i'll leave so please back up to get punched with my mind i'll pry you brain out and sell it for rent i'm bent on hermitism never see me in the heater becasue i don't represent it so if you want it gotta find me i'm out like salinger no bukowski holla