And not the kind that delete's ya peeps. (c) Obie Trice
Funny that Mike would reminisce on some love movement shit today. Last night at the club, mothafuckas outside start screamin and pushin each other. Someone got shoved into me. I just looked at the dude shovin people, held up two fingers and was like "Increase the Peace, man." Homeboy started shoving me. "Go across the street before I punch your ass." "All I said was Increase the peace, man, how you gonna punch me for wantin to be peaceful?" "If you want this shit to stay peaceful you better go across the street. I'm gonna give you 5 seconds" I watched him count down to 0 and of course there's no real climax to this story other than the dude sat there thwarted by a kid half his size. I mean, I kind of figured if it would be way too ironic if he fought me for saying peace that it just wouldn't be possible. That would be some GNARLY SHIT.
I always wondered if hot headed mothafuckas like that go home, sober up in the morning and look at themselves in the mirror on some "I'm a dumbass" Charles Barkley shit. Cuz I guarantee some mothafucka had a nice bark one night. UNTIL THEM SIGNS GO UP IN THE AIR! THATS HOW THE FIGHT STARTS!
Sometimes I want to hire a bodygaurd to LEGALLY whoop some peoples ass. Maybe one day when I'm eatin off Mike and Smizzy's record deal. lol.
Back to your regularly scheduled program... Soulful Sundays!
Here's one of my favorite old school soulful jams. I think it fits the story well.
"Every time we go out man... we always get in... total FUCKDOWN..." lmao.
(Imeem only wants to give you a 30 second sample when I embed it, so go listen at the link above).
WE'RE MOVING SOON. DON'T PAY US ANY ATTENTION. THIS VERSION OF DROP-BOMB is officially DEAD.
July 27, 2008
Public Service Announcment: Increase the Peace
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