it ain’t no coincidence crackers can go into a bank and get a loan, get credit with minimum requirements bankruptcy even and there’s always a party but you’re not invited.
it’s called “the white man’s world” it does exist, which brings me back to the my initial point….
if i date outside my race, she has to be a champion within her own…i ain’t no last option for her, some ole “what do i have to lose by fuckin’ him” ass nigga.
if she’s with me she has to be there cause she wants WHO I AM not WHAT I AM…she has to drive the white man INSANE with jealousy and rage that i cracked the code and represent CHANGE for my species “THE HUMAN RACE” and erase the precedent that he and his for fathers has set for “success”….the white girl has to make this nigga act OUT OF POCKET with jealously, rage, and in search of the kill switch.
same with a sister, she has to be the type a white man has to give me props on cause i found better within my own kind and together we can take on the world and he knows i can be brought with no white she devil that can compare to her.
…niggas couldn’t wait to throw tiger under the bus, and show pics of all them jacked up nigger baits tiger sold out elin for.
elin woods was trophy wife status in the white man’s eyes and tiger was untouchable HE INVOKED THE TRUE WHITE MAN’S NATURE and got him off that comfortable throne
” You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not to serve fried chicken next year” – fuzzy zoeller (after tiger won the masters)
I’ve stated this before, so I’ll say it again: the rap games NEEDS distinctive basslines.
Old heads knows what I’m talking bout (think: Dre Day, Wu Tang Ain’t Nothing to Fuck With, etc.)
Them shits just don’t exist anymore.
Like I can clearly remember a time when cars would roll by the crib KNOCKING, and I could tell exactly what was playing just by the bassline.
Ya’ll don’t hear me tho (not enough bass in my voice?).