March 30, 2004
BUT WHAT WOULD GHOST SAY ABOUT CONDOLEEZA RICE NOW?
Let's hear it for J Smooth, continually keeping his game tighter than a fresh jar of Vlasic/the classic, never static/cold rope noose traded for three pink bubblegoose/take off my belt, "Mommy, I need some real help"/never sleepy, hit the cafe with the suede Pelle/ five Puerto Rocks playing Galaxian and skelly/stepped up and gave one a pound, they said, "Ghost what's up? We don't see you around"/continue politicking with the Chifles and the chief/always sign an autograph, never brief/take a Cuban in a bag, eat it in the whip/there's a call on the cell, the mayor's trying to trip/and take away our centers and the slide by the soup kitchen/motherfucker's eating lobster? why's he bitching?/he'll never listen, but my arm will always glisten/you better get your shit tight, 'cause the God knows what's missing.
That's just my attempt to channel Pretty Tony before the fact. (I am wearing a turban like Jambi right now.) The real thing will be 800 times better. 800.5.
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