Live From W.N.Y. I Stay High
Haters Plot To Wet Me But I Stay Dry
On This Mic I Be Reppin'
Stay Out Of The Crosshairs - Spittin' Rhymes Like Lethal Weapons
Bustin' Nuts Like Squirrels
Me And My Niggas Rep All Five Boroughs
Jerz Is The Best - W.N.Y. Where I Take My Breaths
Come Holla At Me And It'll Be Your Final Test
Cut You So Bad Your Guts Come Out Your Chest
Your Rhymes Is Shabby
Rapin' You In a Taxi Like A New York Cabbie
(Freestyle by J2D & Syccoo)
Salutations -
-Things have been going well for the kid. Last night I went with my boy Jason down to the studio on 44th street where he records his music -- we chilled, listen to some music, and got crunk. Last night was pretty laid back -- not much going on that was out of the ordinary - Jason stayed behind to holla at this chick, I can't blame him - play on player. I should hear from him some time tonight - hopefully his staying behind was worth it. Besides the walk from 55th street to 44th, I couldn't have much to complain about -- I was with my right-hand-man Lu, and we held it down. We even spit a few freestyles over the rock music that Jason was banging out on his guitar -- I would of rather been listening to something more my style (Hip-Hop), but I don't mind something new every now and then.
-Today we are having a BBQ for Memorial Day Weekend. Nothing too big, a couple of close friends -- some good food, and some King Cobra. I don't know if its the influence of my element or what, but I've been drinking 40's like its no thing lately. Shout out to Fresh for hookin' me up with that Cisco - hold it down.
-Lately I've come to realize that I'm not the young untouchable cat I used to be -- Everyone is getting older, people are having babies, and I'm about to turn 23 this September. I remember growing up in WNY never even figuring I'd make it to 20. Shit -- being 18 is an old man out in these parts. I'm kind of scared now that I realize that I probably will live on for a while, and not knowing what I'm for sure doing with my life actually..Scares the shit out of me. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm a 1/2 way decent artist and I got shit poppin - I can even write half-way intelligble rhymes, but sometimes I think it might of been smarter of me to learn a vocation, so that I can fall back on. My only option is to go big or go home - and when I got my eyes set on something, I won't stop until I get it.
-I can feel the city breathing people - It is truly a beautiful thing
Not Your Average Joe
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