Ayo whattup yall its that nigga wit a mountain for a heart n volcanoes for hands nahmean....aka Big Ghost nahmean. Aka Thor Molecules...aka Phantom Raviolis...the nigga who might throw a sofa at you if you get outta line namsayin. Ayo SON....I been hearin niggas whisper in the dark on some peek-a-boo shit nahmean. Niggas is poppin they heads out the ground on some whac-a-mole shit like yo Im spose to be hittin these niggas in the head wit the hammer n shit. I seen niggas talkin wild shit like "yo that nigga Big Ghost a hater b...that nigga whole existence is garbage n he jus tryin to bring niggas down n shit fam". Meaning..."AYO WHY CANT THIS NIGGA JUS LIKE WACK SHIT LIKE WE DO SON?". Word is bond...lemme address yall little duck ass niggas one time...1) The god dont hate nobody b. I mean....dont get me wrong...a nigga definitely would like to slap the shit outta a couple niggas in the game...maybe flip a couple niggas off a rooftop...or or or beat a few niggas down usin a fire hydrant nahmean. Ya boy done thrown a couple niggas down some stairs before even...I done put hands on niggas for doin dumb shit b. The shit happens yo. I BEEN had to stomp niggas on sidewalks like we all have at one point or the other g. Thats human nature yo. I dont mean no harm like that son. It aint like I be wishin niggas kids n wives get shot up at the playground son. What a nigga tryin to say is its easy for love to get misunderstood as hate namsayin. Word is bond. If you love sumthin you might gotta harm it namsayin...n if it comes back to you then its all love son. Thats the golden rule. Niggas is takin shit too personally yo. Word is bond. 2) Fuck yall niggas. Its all love you bitch ass niggas.
Now at the same time...how a nigga spose to jus show love to jus ey'thing son? Thats like sayin you spose to salute ey'body you see when you walk down the street nahmean. Love is a form of power son. How Im gon share power wit all these muthafuckas if I dont respect how they move b? You jus a ho if you do it that way son. I respect the art before the individual nahmean. The same muthafuckas that say they got love for hip hop or for arts PERIOD jus accept the bullshit anyways son. They ALLOW the bullshit to occur yo. But when a nigga that really deserves ya respect walks thru the door how you gon jus shake that dudes hand wit the same hand you used to dap a bunch a wack niggas wit? Cmon yo...see thats where it gets fucked up. Niggas be declarin bullshit ass mixtapes classics. So what you gon call Aquemini, The Chronic or the Purple Tape now that you jus called the new DJ Khaled joint a classic? Classic-er? Niggas dont even choose what kinda snacks or morsels they wanna put in they stomach b. Its like this son... hip hop to me is like the kitchen namsayinn....its where I get my food b. So you got the fridge nahmean....where all that cold shit gets kept fresh namsayin. Thats what I fucks wit b. Lotta these young cats jus gettin they feet wet in the game is fridge niggas par. Them niggas Kendrick n Schoolboy Q...those niggas is in the fridge b. That nigga Action Bronson...he a fridge nigga. Cool Kids, Spitta, Boldy James, Elzhi...those are all fridge niggas to me nahmean. They chillin...they keepin it cold...they keep they shit crispy namsayin.
But then you got these pantry niggas son. That nigga Drake...ayo sorry...no offense to yall Drake lovin muthafuckas...but thats a pantry nigga rite there son. Pantry niggas come from cans n plastic bags namsayin. They like prepackaged snacks nahmean. They room temperature niggas yo. They lukewarm niggas b. You aint gotta keep niggas like that in the fridge cos they aint cold son. They ready to be served bullshit niggas that TECHNICALLY got the same ingredients as the shit you find in the fridge...but these niggas got additives n preservatives yo. Thats the major labels behind em b. They jus some pop ass niggas who got the big labels behind em namsayin. They preserved...they dont need to be cold son. These niggas is Kraft dinners. They Spam. They pork n beans. For example yo...that nigga Wiz is a pack of ramen noodles b. You jus gotta add hot water to that nigga n season his shit n you got ya little 22 cent meal son. But do these niggas bring any substance to the table tho? Hell nah son.
In the end yo...ey'body jus tryin to make it onto the plate b. The plate is where the shit gets ate up by muthafuckas yo. Thats where niggas sit down n absorb what a muthafucka is bringin to the table. Sometimes the cold muthafuckas from the fridge get on n sometimes its the wack niggas from the pantry son. Sometimes its the niggas that come from the cupboards....the niggas you gotta refrigerate after openin. But its almost never the niggas in the freezer son. That aint no disrespect to the freezer niggas tho. Like that nigga Uncle Murda...he got a nice little single out rite now...but he resides in the freezer son. His home is the freezer namsayin. He aint never gon get on b. It jus is what it is son. Only niggas who got actual bodies on they burners be lookin forward to that niggas releases yo. His shits for niggas who rock bubble gooses wit no shirt on underneath in the winter nahmean. It dont matter if he drop a commercial joint...he aint doin nothin else to appeal to these little niggas that want flashy flamboyant ass borderline suspect niggas like Tyga reppin for they culture son. So nah...Uncle Murda aint gon be no household name someday b. Maybe if he had come onto the scene in like '92 when grimy ass niggas was gettin deals left n right yo. But not in this era son. Not in the Spa Rap Era fam. But that dont matter long as niggas get cake somehow. Niggas is jus playin the hand they was dealt namsayin.
That brings us to a whole nother breed of muthafuckas tho...the fast food nigga. The fast food nigga is exactly what you expect yo...he the junk food son. Ayo niggas love junk food b. There aint no nutrition to that shit but niggas love that shit cos its simple n artificially flavored n got all that extra monosodium glutamate type shit in it. It aint bland...n you dont gotta think bout shit neither. There aint no nutrients or vitamins or calcium or none a that shit but its tasty n easy to get namsayin. The Waka Flocka nigga...thats a junk food ass muthafucka son. Him n his nigga OJ Da Juiceman son. The nigga Wayne? Junk food b. Lil B....I dont care how many yall niggas try to convince the god that this nigga is intelligent n here to save hip hop...he a french fry son. Straight up. That nigga is a McNugget at best son. Stop defendin this nigga. If you enjoy that shit thats great yall...but stop tryin to convince other niggas that this muthafucka is pretendin to be stupid so he can sprinkle his little jewels all over ya oatmeals son. I dont HATE em but them OFWGKTALMNOP niggas is junk food too g. Shouts to Frank Ocean tho cos I respect that dudes shit yo. But them other niggas make junk food son. Facts is facts. Soulja Boy...aka Mr Bojangles? Son that nigga is straight deep fried dog shit....nevermind bein junk food yo. Do I fucks wit any junk food personally tho? No doubt son....but it aint my whole muthafuckin diet baby pa. Summa yall livin off a straight deep fried stupidity n then washin it down wit triple thick McIgnorance shakes. That shits gon affect ya health in the end b.....that shit liable to be holdin you back in life son. Muthafuckas who devote 80GB of iPod space to Gucci Mane n friends aint gon be winnin no muthafuckin Pulitzers or Nobel Peace Prizes in the near future b. Jus like broads who kno all the words to Remy Ma's joints aint gon be the ones discoverin the cure for cancer son. This is jus simple mathematics my nigga.
But once again yo....is it hatin? Lemme ask you this yo....does a father HATE his seeds if he feel like he gotta discipline em for some stupid shit they did? Like...does a shark HATE the fish it needs to eat in order to survive out in the oceans son? Do I HATE a muthafucka jus cos I dont want his meals anywhere near my plates g? Nah not necessarily. I jus dont like too much a that bullshit son. I aint got no sweet tooth neither...so I dont like that candy shit. I dont fuck wit none a that fluffy fruity dessert shit PERIOD son. It dont matter if its breakfast or lunch...I dont let these Del Monte fruit cup ass niggas slip into my meal plan b. Niggas is marinatin in syrup for years n then Im spose to pull that shit out the pantry n consume that shit or whatever? Nah...but summa yall niggas jus want sweet shit all day nahmean. Niggas want cake mix muthafuckas like these YMCMB niggas to be they whole diets yo (Shoutout to Cory). I can understand that a lotta yall broads be cravin that sweet shit tho....summa yall also fall for all that back n forth sensitive nigga smoke that these niggas try to blow in yalls direction too. I get that....but shame on yall lycra rockin niggas for lovin that shit too. Seriously yo. Yall should slap yallselves.
Summa that shit from the fridge can be hard to chew tho. Summa yalls aint got teeth thats sharp enough to consume that raw shit. Yall niggas need to boil ya carrots cos you cant chew on nothin that aint soft as fuck. Niggas is all bout that baby food. Im a grown man son....I dont need no baby food yo. Theres a reason why I dont argue wit youngins son...niggas whose facebook statuses in 94 woulda been "Word...bout to go fertilize this egg. Gon miss swimmin in this nutsack tho :'-(" dont got opinions that matter to me like that son. Muthafuckas on twitter whose tweets is like "Yo slime...Clifford the big red dog is a muthafuckin fool LOOooooB!" aint gon change my mind bout nothin when they start stickin up for Tyga n Lil Twist n all these other cake mix ass lesbian niggas yo. Yall niggas go watch ya little Wizards of Waverly Place bullshit n leave the heavy thinkin to muthafuckas thats old enough to see R-rated movies yo. I aint fuckin wit yall. Im gon burn this muthafucka down. iCarly aint got shit on me. You talkin to a Staten Island nigga son. We only drink rain water over here nigga. We eat broken glass n punch holes in the sidewalk first thing in the morning over here son. We dont respect the niggas that you do. The niggas that yall run n hide from be washin niggas cars over here son. Those niggas you scared of run to the store n buy a nigga his Snapples b. You talkin to a1500 thread count nigga thats official son. Step ya thread counts up little niggas. Get ya little flannel bullshit away from me yo. Nex time you see the god tuck ya chain in n salute me...you big mouth niggas. N remember yo...I aint here to change nobodys mind bout nothin son...Imma be happy if I can jus get a few muthafuckas to think tho.