well well well, upon opening the front to my little apartment building yesterday to pick up the paper and check the weather, i saw what i first thought might be the poetry parrot! however, i was mistaken, for there, dressed vaguely like a parrot was his hard talking, bitch slapping, glock toting, sag sporting counterpart, the Dope Flow Dawg... soo... not being, really, the ruffest mutha-fucka on the east side, regardless of my Brooklyn days, the DFD hit me with a left, knocked my ass to the floor and, gat aimed squarely at my l'il noggin, forced me to spread phat lyrical flow to the twee-est crew crossing all the ponds. i tried to sneak away whilst he poured a forty on the ground for his lost homeboys, but alas, i was once again, bitch slapped and put back to writing. he is actually here now, so i must hurry... to stay safe, i am using a pre-fab lyrical set by an old favorite, a standard if you will, and though this was not as tough as the DFD had hoped (he was looking for more of a Non Phixon/Arsonists/DVAlias Christ style hardness i think) it fit the bill. so here it is, by the lovely, Pharcyde -1.5 verses of Passin' Me By When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me That I should quit chasin' and look for something better But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture I'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga) But, all I can do is stare... Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer to get in her boots and it looks rather dry I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her stride Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man just hope that the Dope Flow Dawg doesn't find out where you live, i think that the parrot is most likely much friendlier. i gave him a forty and pointed him west, thinking he would end up in ohio and just freak out. so hopefully that's the last we will see of him, but who knows, lock your doors folks, he one bad ass mutha fucka! :) okay loves, enough sillieness. this isn't making fun of the parrot, i love the parrot. i was just jealous of people who got a visit from an inspiring animal so i made up my own. :( i'm off now, be good! love, sam ps: b+s content intentionally kept separate from this post, for their own good. :) ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+