“That sh*t ‘aint the truth. The truth is, you’re the weak. And I am the tyranny of evil men.” Jules Winnfield, 4Star, Bible heads… Happy days people, Started at 11 with a talent that was limited, still ‘aint got no credit on my card but still I’m credited, I’ve made many a mistake but never have regretted it, It all shaped who I am tonight and this site is telling it. I’ve got many a story to tell of swell guys and girls drinking bells ’til their heart swells, nicotine heart fails, So I’m picking apart fail, the sh*t that entails, spitting the sort of sh*t that’s equipped and heartfelt. I ‘aint here to beef at, the sad and weak cats, but the puzzle in my muzzle’s causing me to see that, there’s a meeting place that I just can’t meet at, If the game is over then I’m glad, the game was crap. I can’t sit here in my flat and applaud you, you’re starting a pointless life, I’ve lived 5 before you, ‘cos the scene is skint, it’s a poor tune, “POW!”...