don't make me have to bang you out doggy(no homo) naw you knows you my homie, you just played me on some shit tho, but whatever its done with now i can't wet it, but that dap could not have been accpected or i wouldn't have been playin myself... now its time doto huge things on the most of realest shits, straight takeover which can't be stressed enough, get down or lay down steez too, murder mode, you know (nigga get you block eyed) two guns up
― Ian Riese-Moraine: a casualty of social estrangement. (Eastern Mantra), Wednesday, 17 August 2005 23:20 (twenty years ago)