Drive-By Lyrical Whipping
C'mon Chris, I know your internal Beat-box has enough slams, jams, put-downs, rhymes, crimes, and fuse-popping-freaked-out lingo to do well at this Poetry Jam you're talking about. I mean "10 seconds, what's with these guys? Once you see the whites of their eyes, blast em!" Chris, "You're perfect, how would you like to make fifty dollars for one nights work?" (for those not in the know, that are lines from some of Chris' best hip-hop masterpiece. It's not the Black, Grey, or White Album, its the Sabertooth-skin album baby. ) "Play the tape CD, bitch!"