look at the way that I rock it man I do it so nice I do it all day I do it all night. (chorus) look at the way look at the way Look at the way that I rock rock look at the way that I rock rock what is a twerkelator like you, doing with a perpetrator like him I can murderate it like this, I’m reverberating right bitch you got that purple haze, I got that Jose Cuervo I got these words for days, I hit them with the verbal they hit me with oral, I think I’m pretty spoiled I say lets run this, I haven’t done this in a little while I would try to be nice, she prefer when I’m mean im the most arrogant person that you ever seen some people sleep on me. because I am the dream. my name is A.R. this is my friend J.R. objective is to get you wet sweating on dancefloor. what would we be good for if not given you what you came for? given you what you came for given you what you came for what would we be good for if not given you. what you came for. given you what you came for. given you what you came for. (repeat chorus) A IS FOR THE EH EH R IS FOR THE RHYMES O IS FOR THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES WITH THE STYLE W IS FOR THE WEST B-BOY IS THE STANCE E IS FOR EVERYBODY WHO LIKES THE WAY I DO MY THING. (repeat chorus) look at the way look at the way look at the way I do my thing
 ROCK ROCK
ROCK ROCK Look at the way that I rock it, I got the game in my pocket, I got the bangers that’s popping, I make it bump like a pothole. I prolly came with a model. I talk with slang and bravado. I drink my drank out the bottle. because thass how I preferrr look at the way that I rock it, this style is called my staccato, you prolly will wanna mock it, you tell that I’m on some don shit, you are not even a capo, nah you are softer than tacos, and we are hotter than charcoals at least that’s what I infer look at the way I rock it, I look at the world through goggles, I cook up the track up with my goons, when I pump the beat it babooms, you jump up and down like baboons, it is hot molten what I do, lampin’ to the sounds of Rob Bolton is tricky with the words look at the way I rock it, I twist it, pull it and bop it, or chop it, twist it and pull it. that piff, that kush, that that ghanja, got so much dough in the wallet, it prolly could stop a bullet. I prolly could start a riot you cant stop me, I own it cuz it my (verse) (repeat chorus)

its all about inside head down head down head down the last lane (repeat) jiminy cricket, fixed up your sins its read in the scriptures, its just the mixture getting the sickness, lets get addicted if you don’t make a difference then you just a statistic is it just a little piece of the puzzle are they going to leave me in the puddle, trying tospeak with a muzzle when I’m all lost up in the riddle, twisted up in a ruddle Feel like I’m waving in the middle and I’m making a muddle I just be living to the fiddle, but im feeling befuddled when all the poets got belittled, I completed the puzzle What’ll you turn to when god don’t answer? if you ask your pastor maybe that’s you cancer never let me be a lemming, I act as master and listen to the drunken wise-men banter my purpose on this earth is just the service of converting these words from gods to verse all that I can speak is in your soul but you wont know until you’ve heard from thoughts dispersed I’m Tennyson of our tennis party by the shrubs that line the crown they’ll call this sound the bohemian crunk, compare us to the knights of round. then sell my splendors, to every vendors, and spread our song throughout. on sixteen camels, that inch through chasms, vallies, fields and moats. (chorus) HEAD DOWN. shoulders up HEAD DOWN. throwing up HEAD DOWN THE LAST LANE underwater callling all aboard the fast train hes randomly babbling, contact the family that be the cavalry, thank the academy
tapping these melodies, channeling energy sample me happily, man this the glamour vie all the amenities. cancel that vanity gambling everything, damn all thee –odds I will get lost in the camofleeeeee-ajj y’all can be soft, I’m a get offfff got my kicks, did my thing, talk my shit got my kicks did my thing, talk my shit got my kicks, did my thing, talk my shit talk my shit, talk my shit, talk my shit for I’m the owner of the sphere of seven stars and solar year caesar’s hand, and plato’s brain of buddhas heart and shakespeare’s strain achilles heal will not be healed and everybody jumped in the river styx had a big poolparty, with lots of cocaine and this is not a myth. somebody (chorus) sharpen your pencils straighten your ties, shine your shoes, button your flies, brush your teeth, comb your hair, sweep the floor, eat blueberry pies eat blueberry spies is good do you see what I mean? my lion is fed and I sleep at his side. yak yak yak darts well that was quite nice now sing that part. alright don’t be a sucker all your life, dummy up ya dope, dummy up you can’t fall off mountains fool!

music and math music and math music and math music and math, only thing that I can count on good pussy only thing that I can pounce on this a love song, you could call it that it’s tradition, and I’m a part of that this my thinking cap, and this my party hat am I rocking this, or am I rocking at this my drinking shirt, this my dress shirt what do you like better, what’s fresher I like this one, more special I like that one, whatever I could wear that, but the problem is little stain, and what if someone notices I could wear this, but the problem is I wore it last week-and, what if someone notices I thought this was going to be a love song it was going to be, but now its not one but I got to let it go, where it want to go not my place, to make it stay home never thinking of the many only of the few, rap and the beat, going do what they-do that’s true. it flows simple that don’t really make it bad or anything though that don’t really make it good vice versa but I think it made a pretty nice verse still yeah its alright this hardcore this hardcore this hard core. not really though it is real though right? I don’t really know I don’t really think about that a whole lot doesn’t really matter though because the flow hot problem is that people always want to label you, make you something you not. my problem is that I don’t really care bout you, I’m doing what I want and that’s not one thing… that’s so many things im human. and im pissed im threw man and now this interview is over. red rover, range rover king cobra g.i. joe what I be about is none of your b.i. ho I went from b dot, the c dot to t dot oh. with the key that could unlock the d. o. o. gotta female, to meet up, indeed I know bonita bonita bonita “hey bonita nice to meet ya” hey fuck you, you’re not kanye.. you not allowed to go and do that all day and fuck you. you’re not my real mom I don’t have to listen to you. na na booboo, who do. you think you are my noodle is stupid I do what I want. consuming the fume of the blueberry yum im new with the music, but move to the front the groove that I do is influencing you booming and booming and booming your truck

Dear Lucille, Just got back Toronto. Sorry I missed you. Trip jumped a little bit mean and reckless, body full vodka, hole in my pocket. Weekend was nauseous. Grey Goose and nothing less for the young boys. I got bossy on Friday, 126 ave, I was tossing bottles on Broadway unlawful. unthoughtful In Harlem, right by Clinton’s office, “I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere!” like New Jack City Kerouackies, indy band gritty with Rap City addictions. In the outskirts, we recited poems and exerts from Dip-Set interviews like experts. We ended up on an uptown rooftop philosophizing over falafels listening to EJ whine about the all the awful squares in law school. Spilling beer droplets filled my waffle shirt like maple syrup, then he asked me if I was good and I answered, “Nope!” Of course 9-11 just went, so its Kanye vs Fifty. Somewhere in the madness, I freed my self of my cell phone which didn’t matter much but for Cindy from Ghana. Got her number on campus, Monday at breakfast and I hadn’t got to call yet, now I’ll have to find her on Facebook. She’s from Glendon. Next night got off to a goonish start too as we drank at the Bitter End in the Village. Dylan played there. I met a stunning young starlet with a moleskine bulge in her back pocket. She was a girl named Tao with a Virgin Mary cowgirl tattoo like PJ Harvey. We spent the night on Mike’s floor and she kept kissing my shoulder and asking me to cum on her tummy. I swear this hangover excels my sense of nostalgia because I remember last night like it happened four years ago. Its weird to think, you know this was somebody’s daughter before I got her chopped her, screwed her, took her to Houston metaphorically speaking she was my girl for the weekend went deep in – the entrails French nails just cheapen the overall appearance don’t you think, just my opinion but here I am? in the midst of this culture of ignorance idolized: “I don’t care about shit: Not the god you worship or my job at American Apparel.” That’s courage! Im Confident in my awkwardness. a Connoisseur of crud culture, ultra skinny jeans, art shows at clothing stores. Flash mob mass jingo. Mash French disco, gangster rap singles. Bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good. Wearing flags on our faces with no thoughts of cowboys, pirates, gang members or Zapatistas. Tired. Hiding in self-conscious irony. let loose. Refuge> A fearless refusal of anything serious. You know what year it is, While you whine and cry and blog and die with those same old lame cold feigned ideals. Its 2008, I’m keeping this shit surreal. But look, what I wanted to tell you was I’m not such a bad guy. I mean I am pro-choice. I’m glad my mother didn’t have an abortion. but no one can make that decision for you. You shouldn’t a been afraid to tell me about that child inside of you… I would’ve supported her. My parents were separated before my birth and I turned out okay, right? You see darling, I’m not the worst kind of asshole, I might wear my baseball cap indoors. I only wear my white tees once. stunner shades at night? Of course. But I would never drive a drop-top in the winter with the heat on. Shit. I don’t even litter. So, my brain is soft and my stomach is rugged, but I’m still in such a great groove lately. I meditate often and nothing seems to bother me. I hope, although I’m confident that you’re doing well. Know you had a busy weekend, still wish we could have linked. By the way, Logan asked me to tell you that you’re sorely missed. I’m trying to get back to your city by December, so plan on seeing me then for sure. Talk soon, Aiden