for the record

i am the mad rapper in that last blog.

yo, yo, yo. who da fuck is you? who da fuck is you to be playin' that shit right outsida my crib. that tired ass crusty beat that's in every other raggaetone song is some ol' bullshit. yo, i can do dat, son. i can do dat. word, that shit ain't nuttin'. that's just a Casio on the bongo setting, yo. my shit is more John Blaze than that. na' mean.