My mother said i was planned, but i've always suspected foul play. I attended most of my senior year, and proudly escaped with a D average. I like to sleep late. Shut up. Does that make me abnormal? (is it the lump in my neck?) shut up. ^#^spittin' rhymes has always been an outlet for my less than humble opinions and set me apart from my 2 brothers and 3 sisters. I'm not tryin' to change history, just skate around adversity and climb the rungs of bullshit along the way. I wanna hear that phatt lady sing, and maybe Polish her brass ring. It can be hard sometimes, but i'm konfident, and i believe in myself. I make no apologies for the way i see things. I write what i feel, and if that offends you, blow me. ^#^go listen to celine dion. If you like dre, go buy dre. If you like 50, buy 50. ^#^if you're tired and don't give a phuck about kim and hallie, then drop my shit hard. Check out my powerful melodies, biting lyrical weapons of rhyme, and beats that crawl between your stinky feet and shout 'dance, mutha phucka'! spin my shit now damn it! westKoast rules, others only drool. F*** yah i'm hungry... ain't chu? i appreciate my life, you will too. How do i define my style...simple.. Bastard Rap: it's the illegitimate step child of Rap. ^#^basically, you don't need a ghetto license to spit your thoughts. It's wide open to anyone with a story to tell and whose life ain't defined by a zip code. Welkum to my world. I'm not like everybody else. ---Kaukasian 2005.