Shout out to Master P with his tru ta da gizzame fa rizza splita chedda cheesey frito lay hopped up on government approved vitamin R, I have no blame but my own and I like where I'm at. Last semester I took these classes and I got two C's and two D's, but I swear to you I feel like a brand new man. I mean I think I actually studied so hard on those channels that my research was deep to the point where I was too busy studying hard copy data to work on the actual project. Any teacher will tell you that I did tons of research and developement outside of the classroom. If you read my posts from this blog you know that I have some pretty deep understandings of the universe. I am far better with al-litter-ation than rime, but so long my Soldiers, I've wept for your harder choice, to live closer to the gun. I am sorry but I knew and still feel that I have done far better work here teaching kids of all ages how to use the internet in Wisconsin. I am known as the father to my own style like Flava had flava like Milky Cereal, Baby. I'm all criss-cross and the boss and when the budget gets passed I hope cigarette taxes go down because I down here doing bitch work for football players and politians and everyone can clearly see why I'm different. I'm a buddhist in a christian black neighborhood and I was neither asian nor black. Over the course of ten years or so in the south side of Madison was changed from Namio's and Burr Oaks Bowl into what is now Harambee: even the old Open Pantry which was also a Sinclair and now contains a cellular shop.
I have been a programmer since I was born, I think. I remember setting digital watches for my stepdad Jim and his white truck driver friend Jimbo and my white Afro-crested Zappa freak uncle Art all worked together at the Madison Mushroom Plant on Baldwin Street. I was 4 years old. I think over by Madison Metro but there were a lot more trees and smaller row houses then, where now, after the plant closed in 86?, the nearest job to be found is the business incubator over by those incredible emu sculptures on the bike path.
The one that starts on the Wilson-Williamson spur and goes all the way out to an old haunt of mine. Once upon a time I was so determined to make my own way that I slept under the railroad bridge where it ducks under Aberg Ave, State 20, and pledge to spill my blood for the loss of my friend Malinda and a did indeed perform some kind of magic show with a rose that I had spray painted black as if to say, wherever you are, I shall morn for you, Lady.
Here I stay such a determined young man destined for some info-hack shrine of destiny. Man ever since eight years old I've had a computer keyboard, a music play button and a screen on button. I loved watching A-Team and Knight Rider but the one show that really creeped me out was Fall Guy.
I found my groove when I was 15 years old and I got to program some Chipmunk Basic, and within 6 weeks the instructor, George, came over and asked to see me after class. He invited me to join the AP Programming class, the second semester focused on learning the event-based programming techniques of Visual Basic 4.0. These days I like JSP, Java, PHP, Javascript, YAML, Perl, MS-DOS, Ubuntu, Debian Linux like Knoppix (knopper.de/). I love toying with my Hex-Editor. I remember complex save-game hashing that I decoded for use in the Diablo game. I've studyed 3D model-making and haiku and Nichiren Shoshu and Robert Oppenheimer and Subramanian Chandrasekar (see wikipedia:"neutrino stars", "quasars", "pulsars", "neutrons", "particle density", "dark matter", "event horizon", "heavy water").
I listen to Banghara-hip-hop from London, and pentacle-inverting metal from norway, but I sure wish they could express their sorrows in a more constructive arena. I just want use to pass out the meteor belt already. Cut it up into like 80 microparsecs between Mars and Jupiter, clearance must be prepared if Jupiter goes. Somehow we all seem to be playing a game with the very make up of the Earth, A smattering of souls to inhabit a precise location in the solar system. We must have access to the technology to robotically grab a chunk of iron off the planet Mars, or a chunk of a lake of 99% Ethyl Alcohol from a vent on Ganymede. I wonder how that will taste in 40 years from now. We've got an interplanetary mission to fulfill. Why? Because we can and we all need more guys like me who can think off the wall like this.
So with no further ado is my impression:
make crack like this is the song, but you won't be gettin' no money if yo shit be cooked wrong. overcook yo dope it might come out brown but green ya betta get clean outta town. I'm just tryin' ta put *****z in the game and tell ya howta..(powda) make crack from cocaine...,
Me, a young man. in the next door moved some gun-toting thugs from the R. South 74s ya heard, somethin' like that, and a cousin in St. Louis or 36s but I know the pain of the lost loved ones in the 80s and 90s. Let's all say a prayer and hope we have better days ahead of us. But let us observe the post-modern custom of recycling. Plant what is sowed. We must not forget to make it grow well. Preservation of newly discovered species should be at an incredible care since we all depend on doing more with less on this planet. We all should get along and respect eachother.
Ok, finally,
Make crack like this...X3
crack
for music
i mean dope tapes
i mean this is how we would make it
make crack like this
Ghetto Dope
Thank you dope fiends for your support.
I mean real niggas.
That a make a dolla outta 15 cent
Ain't gotta job but a rock and pay the rent.
But nowdays I be too smart for the feds.
Overcook your dope it might turn out brown.
You get the baking soda, I gots the d.
Now your cocaine powder is crack and I hope you're strapped cause you might get jacked.
I had it all in to powder but it aint no thang
We some true Gs
If ain't about money then it ain't about me.
Seventeen a couple o.z.'s a triple beam.
Make crack like this.
Never let a nigga front you no dizzope
Show muthafuckas you bout it bout it
Never talk on the phone in your house
The next time you meet me you better have 20 ,G
One always deal with the nigga with the whitest snow.
Two don't buy from nobody that you know
Three get you to kitchen where the stove be
You get the baking soda
I gots da D
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