trax records
i've been trying to write something that makes sense
for a while, but none of em go anywhere...like my
life. ha.
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so i'm rockin out to some ol' phuture shit, wishin i grew up in chicago w/wbmx instead of break dancin. don't get me wrong, the break never did me wrong, it's just that i feel like i missed out on the old house chit of back in the day. oh well, i was too young to enjoy it anyways. now my breakdancing isn't quite what it used to be, but i remember...i remember. cappin contests after school, weekly break contests at the playground, and i remember one at my bday party, where we had one of those gang break contests, where a 2 groups of 3 or so folks would line up and face-off. i'm sure we looked like kooks, but felt super down for that shit. we were so geto, making tape recordings not intra-geto blaster, but inter, dig? we'd set up 2 facing each other, one to play, the other to record, and then leave the room. some of my old fat boys tapes have the sounds of us in the background, trying to be quiet. so smart, i tell ya.
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i need to buy an 808, just so i can set that shit up at people's house parties. roll in, plug it in and let the analog bass take over. that shit would be fun, maybe a mic if i feel like rockin the too-short steezo.
d-not*so*nice, 2004
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