ain’t no big deal / pretty typical mischievous teen but / breath of fresh air steppin on the scene but / nice guy but sometimes i did mean stuff to my own sisters / pretty much clean cut / only angelic in presence, far away from heaven / no control of my tongue, quick to get irreverent / smoked enough cigarettes and blunts to kill a reverend / by may 17, 1997 / lied to my people, told them i graduated / kept all the gifts, guilt left me agitated / threw away all i built as a journalist / hard-headed telling myself i could rap and make it / new i coulda shoulda woulda been doing both / but chose to do the most / trying to stunt my growth / battled through emotions / hid behind a song / i’ma cast my stones at eddie long
[chorus] eddie long
now my story gets bad, but at times it gets greater / broke into my homie’s house as a fifth grader / a way to channel my curiosity for the worst / and i don’t think i’m a thief it’s some sort of curse / and i don’t think i’m a liar, the truth sort of hurts / growing pains, growth spurts / instead of tripping off guilt, wanna be the judge / shed tears over my dirt, see the mud / but i believe god wanted me to budge / content where i was, rapping like a mug / if it made me sound good i would go record it / a whale in a toilet, thought i was so important / talking on a cel phone i don’t even own / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long / wanna feel better though i’m knowing i’ve been deadly wrong / so i’m throwing my stones at eddie long
been trying to figure out what i got these gifts fa / meanwhile i’ve been deceptive, a trickster / victimized by somebody else, nope, pride / don’t get me wrong when i say i played both sides / not a homo, hardly any punk in me / but as far as missing my mark, i done plenty / for example i have forsaken my family in favor of hanging on the ave / probably blew a quarter mill or a half on absolute trash and not just way in the past / took advantage of producers never paid for tracks / not to mention my investors never paid ’em back / unprotected naked sex with her then i judge her / tried to make some women menage and i’m not usher / these are my confessions, i could go on and on / but i’ma cast my stone at eddie long
[Easy Lee] i wish that i was smarter or i had my life in order or at least prayed harder / like corduroy in water this is heavy on my soul / … i’m a porn-watching joint-smoking henny-sipping poet from the n.o. / my hip hop credentials in tact but morally my holy locomotive got stalled on them tracks / in the meantime and between time spit the hardest rhymes winking at the cutie in the back with the native eyes / that’s a demon in disguise trying to shoot me like a movie flesh and beauty got me weaker than these laptop speakers / lap dance preacher / 7 days without prayer makes one weaker / early bird wordsmith worm in my beaker / sax reed damp jazz birdland features / ill compositions you can blame it on the hand / joe brown gavel swing eddie on the stand / only god can judge me
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TWAS SO HOT TODAY…that I had to rush home from Hollywood, scoop up the family [yes, even El B] and roll all the way to PCH and Diamond down in Laguna Beach.
[If you’ve been reading this site, you already know .]
About 10 minutes from the house, some guy who lost custody of his kid went to his ex-wife’s job and shot up the whole salon. Eight people died, which was the biggest homicide in Orange County history. This all reminds me of Do The Right Thing, and you might understand what I mean.
We saw all the media trucks and cop cars on the way home this evening, but more importantly El B had stopped screaming at the top of his lungs and gone to sleep again. Anytime I slowed down enough to lower the engine hum, he threatened to do it all over again. But thankfully, he’s a really nice guy, especially for a three-week-old. The only reason we’d initially left home was to avoid him overheating. The heat was obviously ruining his cool. Continue reading “Twas So Hot Today”→