[sperry]

I'm kinda digging on subarudedude's posts. He's got some flow to his shit. I think we should all attempt to post more creatively:


Round about eight, I'm running late,
just off the phone, wit the Corleone,
I gots a job to do, so where's my crew?
Straight stuck in traffic cause their ride's gone illmatic!

Without my boys and their 9 mil toys,
I won't get shot at not gettin caught,
so beeped MattR and my homey JC
who hopped in their rides most definately.

Without hesitation they were at my location,
three Subarus, one of each generation.
The ricers were frontin' and revving their nuthin's,
but we stood tall like men without compunction.

JC went first, up against a Honda,
homey flashed bills like he was rolling a Zonda.
Twelve seconds later JC was rich,
but he had to wait another 5 seconds for his payout, bitch.

MattR went next, lined up with a Talon,
some punk-ass dude that said he was from Fallon.
Well the kid's NOS blew the motor, and lost him the race,
all while Matt sat at the line, with a smile on his face.

Then I was up, against some chick with a Neon,
Her shit looked tight, cold blue like freon.
A smokey burnout came from the SRT's front tires,
So I lit all four and shot exhaust fumes made of fire.

The race was over in damn near 10 seconds flat,
me and the Neon were quick like that.
But when it was over, no one was sure,
who crossed the line first, was it me, was it her?

A dead heat was called, the first on the street.
A race where no one got beat!
So I called girl over and asked her her sign,
She winked at me and said I was fine.

The race was complete,
the Subarus were kings of the street,
all except for one chick,
who I took home instead, and gave her my... phone number.