DRIFTER Vs.1 – Sintex Era You will now consider me the mystic one During this rhyme, henceforth, you’re at one with the drums: not the doldrums or the connundrums or humdrums; just ones that *BUMP BUMP* I make the cockiest become mum and just ogle; I’m the lump sum of their subtotals. Alot of rappers aren’t wack as fuck, matterafact, much are above average, but something’s just not adding up, and not matching up… they’ve got their rhymes all in line; it’s their math that sucks. I’m not telling em to wrap it up, but don’t embarrass us, mothafuckaz, BRING YOUR RAPPING UP!!! And if you’re all about the hip hop, remember that shitty rappers are a part of hip hop. They’ve been around since the shit popped; the term “wack” goes back further than the term “shit’s hot!”. And let the myth stop that everything old school was top notch; alot of shit flopped. Alot of great masters had not so great chapters. Let me illustrate: Who’s your fav rapper? Now, name every tape after their big hit… Good…Good… …you missed six. That’s the lesson: Respect every rapper in the ill or wack spectrum. Vs.2 – Fresh Daily It’s time to take em to task Every time you write rhymes, make it your last …or write like it. Props to the like-minded with a sight like psychics; Pay no mind to those fakin the jacks. Rhymes hit like Mike Tyson, break em like glass each line is highlighted Like snakes in the grass, they like hiding You rappin bout shakin your ass; I’m not like em Why you got your face in a mask? Ever since I heard Sintex spittin out raps, seems every sentence makes since that he says on a track. In a sense, if they wack, we sending em back in an instant; This is gentleman rap Ever since we were spinning on our backs Fuck the system; we bringing em back If it ain’t hittin, we ain’t givin em jack Nah, not even the benefit of the doubt Or a credit Fuck a critic; watch me edit em OUT!

Monday: I woke up, rolled up to my 9-5 five minutes late and got wrote up from my boss I wanna choke up, making CFO bucks just to fuss about the time I show up. Tuesday: I get to work at an early time, cuz I got a date at 8 with a flirty dime with a perverted mind. But...shit...I missed it, cuz I had to leave work at 9! Wednesday, Thursday: Fuck it then! Late both days, and two write-ups to rub it in! They give a fuck when I'm coming in? but since I work late, now my flirty date got some other men! Friday: Oh, now it's Friday?!? Nah, fuck that...IT'S MY DAY!!! I come in two hours late, looking at my boss sideways, eyes glazed, with a slight crazed smile on my face. And he's quite irate... ...so I wait... ...and then it comes... "Michael, you're quite late." I smile (in fact) at this. I grab his head, still laughing, as I BASH it against the file cabinet. I think I heard a crack... "Was that your skull, Boss? Well, let me fix it at no cost." I pull him across the office, grab a stapler, and (yes)... ...with a *BLAY-KA BLAY-KA* BOLT HIS FACE INTO HIS DESK! An hour later, I'm in a cell, sitting 8 deep; thinking to myself, "What a great week."