Trying to study for a final that’s about 2 weeks away because I’m not doing that well in the class, or trying to listen to as much new music as possible. Important life decisions.
To be serious though, Nelson Mandela died today. That’s actually something that’s going to really hit everyone. That man did so much for world society, not just South Africa, through actions and inspiration. R.I.P. to him.
I listen to coke raps and still get good grades.
anybody remembers how in that mummy movie that nigga imohtep went to hell and back for his shawty anck-su-namun and then she turned her back on him?
there’s a life lesson in there somewhere
don’t get imhotep’d out here my niggas
That scene had such an effect on me as a young boy.
That’s the face of a nigga who never in a millennia learned that bitches ain’t shit.
Imhotep coulda been immortal and pimping these modern egyptian broads instead of reviving that disloyal dust box.
Young Dro goes on Wheel of Fortune
[submitted by dhharper]
Category: On the Map
KU _L_ L U_ _UR
M_L_ _ SI_
“This is my moment,” Young Dro thought to himself, a smile rippling across his lips. “The planets are aligning.”
Kuala Lumpur. Malaysia. Elementary geography. This was too easy. Way too easy.
But he knew he must solve the puzzle on this spin. Stacey, the schoolteacher from Iowa to his immediate left, looked anxious for a crack at the wheel.
Not today. Young Dro was tired. Tired of runner up. Sick of second best. What would his haters say now? Underachiever? Wasted talent? Limited range?
Luckily, Dro had eliminated all distractions. The rest of Pimp $quad Click, for so long his support system, had stayed behind at the Best Western. Even Big Kuntry King. Dro knew he had to do this on his own.
He steeled himself with his favorite sweater vest, a Kelly green number from Polo that Tip used to call his “money shirt.” His hat was rotated just so, the bill pulled low over his right ear, as was his custom. He was clean. He was clean, he was clean, clean.
“Young, spin that wheel!”
“Pat Sajak,” Dro thought to himself, emitting an incredulous chuckle. “Now there’s a top-quality guy.”
He surveyed the board. He leaned, stretching for maximum power. He spun.
As the numbers flew by, Young Dro felt at peace for the first time in years. Finally, the whispers will end. It was time for a new chapter. The guy perpetually lost in T.I.’s shadow was about to cast one of his own.
The board slowed, the arrow clipping each peg, swinging past it to the next, the centrifugal force slowing. Dro’s heartbeat quickened.
The arrow eased past $300. Then $400. Then $600. Dro couldn’t believe it. Not again.