February 21, 2005

Freestyling lessons for the Caucasoids in the house…

So I went to a party on Friday night at a buddy’s house, and someone decided that we should freestyle. Now, I never pass myself off as any sort of beast on the mic, and I ain’t as good off the top of my head as I’d like to be, but I do okay. I was rhyming with Ham Diggy, who’s dope as all get out and can go on for as long as he so decides. With him there, I’m okay coming in somewhere around number two.

I was also the only black man in the house, which is always pretty interesting. Everyone always defers to me, even though I don’t think I’m that good. I doubt that’s humility talking, folks. I might just be getting the benefit of the doubt. Gotta love these naps in my hair…they have so much pull.

But in the middle of a rhyme, some cat decided to say “nigga,” and it wasn’t me.

Listen close, folks…
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