“I got nothin but free time, I’ma go hard for this JTTS lyfe.” “Expect a poast from me every other day…Boston Music Awards is MIIIIINE ninjas!”
Womp womp womp. Sleazy aint poast shit since that Newtown shit happened…and by the way…that CT shit is suspect.
Yadda yadda, I spent New Years chillin with JTTS Comment Section All-Star, Looney…the chick who “won” the tickets to the Boston Music Awards, only to turn around and say “Fuck the Boston Music Awards….I just wanted to show I could win them shits, you nerd ass rap bloggaz.”
Looney met me on my block fresh off the 32 bus NYE at 7pm, and I was sure I would smash. Quite the contrary, this Puerto-Roc chick was anything but a groupie. She writes poetry, goes to school, has semi-automatic weapons in her closet, and grew up in gang lyfe Brockton. I tried to entertain her with a game of Hip Hop Trivia, and she said “I like Hip Hop, but ain’t on it like that…I’m just tryin to smoke, drink, and chill.”
Awkward when you believe someone is your Stan and realize they are a real person. So she put me on to this shit: That CT shit is a charade.
Hillary Clinton is hospitalized with a blood clot amidst criticism about Libya, and this shit breaks out?
But back to Trees. Faker than this CT Columbine shit are your words of JTTS once again rising like the Phoenix of Hip Hop information, and nothing getting in your way of delivering that authentic hip hop message to the people by the people.
Last 5 poasts is mine, sun. Marty interjected with a soft ass video of Rain and Moe on the Orange Line. This what I paid my 80 duckets for? You’re less authentic than Trinidad James at a Rosenberg interview. Say something. Poast something. What your life like? Anything. This blawg is yours. Act like it.
You too Marty…Faraone…Knife….all of you need to say one thing one time a week…can you do that? I can.
At least JK took the effort to poast some ultra gay shit featuring a cornball in dreads and green eyes talmbout “My Cabana”…he’s young, and todays young is soft…I aint mad at him. A for effort.
Anyways, while these fools are still on blog vacation on some Jesus Holiday Mason type shit, I’ll go head and conduct my blogging duties the best way I know how to upset my editor in chief who sends me angry emails about poasting anything Worldstar-like.
5 words…Joe Budden…Prodigy…Old Beef. If you don’t like it, poast something else. Anything.