Thursday, March 31, 2011

More Tales From Shaolin Land Namsayin!

Ayo whattup yalls this Ghost Deini aka the Black Chuck Norris namsayin. First of all ya boy jus wanna thank yall for takin time out ya hectic schedules n shit to come by n peep a niggas scrolls nahmean. Dont think that Tone dont appreciate yall for that namsayin. Niggas been askin "ayo god when you gon hit us off wit more jewelz son? Niggas is hungry for that wisdom n shit". Word is bond I got yall. Even you niggas that be hatin n shit n leavin wack messages....I got love for yalls too. At the end of the day Tone gon still do what he do namsayin. Yalls little hatin ass niggas aint built like the champ tho nahmean. Ya boy got skin thicker than a alligator g. You soft niggas keep ya moisturizers n creams in ya little clutch purses namsayin. Warrior niggas dont exfoliate n shit. Real niggas be havin clogged pores n tough skin n hair on they chest n all that. Yall niggas be waxin ya shit off so you can feel extra buttery n shit. Gladiator type niggas aint concerned wit all that smooth shit. Thats that salon nigga shit. You come at Tone on that lotion shit n Imma slap you 40 years into the future g. Word is bond you gon wake up livin in 2051 lookin at flyin cars thinkin oh shit what P-Tone done to me son?? Word. Yalls niggas is lego. Imma smash yall niggas if you approach me wrong.

See when Tone was growin up niggas aint had nothin namsayin. So we always been rough round the edges n things of that nature namsayin. The god use to eat the bark off the trees n hunt the squirrels at the park n shit jus to survive nahmean. Niggas had dreams tho son. Ya boy wasnt dreamin bout no Lear jets n coupes tho. Niggas was dreamin bout comic books n sandwiches namsayin. That humble shit. That nigga Meth had crazy comics n shit. The god use to go to that niggas crib n shit jus to flip thru those for hours n shit. But the nigga Rae namsayin....son was on some other shit. Rae was livin that lavish life nahmean. The nigga had a satellite dish n shit at his crib. Son had a Betamax n shit. We used to got to the niggas crib so we could watch the shogun assassin joints that wasnt on VHS n shit yet namsayin. Niggas was lookin at the betas like yo...this shit only got one window son. Shit was bugged out. Son had exotic fruits on his table n shit. Niggas aint never seen no pineapples in real life nahmean. We thought those shits was jus in cartoons n on Gilligans Island namsayin. We was lookin at the shit like yoooooo....thats some fly shit right there. We aint kno if the shit was alive or what nahmean. My nigga Rae was like the black Ricky Stratton namsayin. Son had a go-kart he use to get this other chubby nigga to push him round the block in. He had that little nigga pushin him wherever he go n shit namsayin. Word is bond I think that nigga died a few years later. Son choked on a knish or some shit like that. The nigga Rae was on some Black Caesar shit tho. He was the first nigga in Staten that was rockin the Dapper Dan joints. Son had mad Coca-Cola rugbies too nahmean. Rae had the little italian bicycle caps wit the flipped up visor n all that. He use to have this guinea dude wit em named Carmine that carried his jacket for him. We use to fuck wit that nigga Carmine tho cos the nigga rocked ortho shoes n shit. Son had one leg that was like 10 inches shorter than the other one so his one shoe weighed like 40 pounds n shit namsayin. Looked like he had a stack of big ass dominoes under his foot n shit. But we was hangin round the nigga Rae tryin to get put on nahmean. Ya boy got that Zeus pedigree n shit but Tone was strugglin out there tryin to survive on his own n shit. Son was eatin fly shit like lobster n risotto out on his porch n shit. He had the checkered table cloth n the napkin round his neck n all that mafioso shit. Thats how he established that gambino lifestyle from the gate. Son always had that orange Tang in his glass n shit too namsayin. Niggas was puttin sugar cubes in they water to try n live that niggas life n shit. Son had the bermuda shorts wit the matchin short sleeve button ups. Rae was palm tree'd the fuck out namsayin. One time the nigga came thru the hood in a mint green cotton suit wit the yellow t-shirt underneath on some Sonny Crockett shit. Niggas was buggin yo. That nigga Meth was like yoooooo...n the nigga Rae took him under his wings n shit nahmean. Rae was holdin niggas down n shit. He even gave that nigga Meth a job n shit doin his homework n whatever cos Meth was always a smart nigga n shit. Thats when we knew the nigga Rae was official nahmean. We was buggin on how that nigga Rae was presentin hisself wit the pastel suits n shit. Miami Vice was poppin at that time. We was callin that nigga Rico nahmean. We welcomed that nigga into our cypher n shit namsayin....cos he from Park Hill n shit. Son wasnt no joke tho namsayin. He had the little hamster Joey n all that. We was buggin off the niggas exotic animals n shit. Nigga had one them hairless cats namsayin. Word. He called the cat Cassandra n shit. Son use to keep it on a leash n somtimes he would have the cat on his shoulder like a parrot nahmean. He use to come up to niggas that owed him money or candy n shit...n he had the cat on his shoulder...ayo word is bond son...niggas was scared of that cat g. Niggas aint kno what to think bout that nigga wit his bald cat on his shoulder n shit. One time the nigga Meth he went to pet the muthafucka n the cat clawed his neck right...the nigga had blood splashin all over the road n shit. We was tellin the nigga to stop drop n roll n shit cos we aint kno what the proper first aid procedures was at the time. So the nigga was rollin in the street right wit the blood sprayin outta his neck n shit. Niggas was throwin water on him n shit. Ayo that was some fucked up shit to see tho. Paramedics came n they took the nigga to get his shit sewed up n whatever. Turned out the nigga had his jugular torn or some shit like that right. Word is bond tho the nigga was aight in bout a month n shit so we wasnt trippin off of that too much. But that nigga Rae man he mussa felt like he was responsible for the shit n how it had gone down or whatever so he went n saw Meth while he was recoverin n gave the nigga a couple Transformers n shit. Niggas in Stapleton mighta had the little Bumble Bee n Cliffjumper joints but niggas wasnt able to cop that exclusive shit. Son slid my dude the Soundwave joint kno...the little cassette player joint wit the tapes n shit. Ayo niggas was wildin over that shit g. The nigga had Ravage n Buzzsaw n Laserbeak....word bond. Ayo niggas was losin they minds when Meth brought those shits out. That was my shit god. I miss those kinda days son. Niggas had the radios playin wit those fresh joints. We had the 'Latoya' n 'Def Fresh Crew' type shits knockin or whatever... 'My Melody' n 'Its a Demo'...Word. Ayo for yall niggas that been complainin bout a nigga needin to break his shit into paragraphs n shit. I got you. Ya welcome son.
Aight peace.

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