Produced by Shamroc for Mildew Music, Inc. Some of you might be thinkin 'Where did all this sh*t start?/ Where did all start & when & all that? It started in 1991, Virginia Beach, VA in a place called..........
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"Another rainy night/ yeah my brain is right/ here to save the light/ the world is yours/ need a spark/ lurkin in the dark/ you could say I'm white/ but some say I'm black from the waist down/ went to Vegas, married hip hop, time to say vows/ late crowd/ tongue to the speaker tryna taste sound/ stay proud from Avalon".
"It started from scratch no mics, keyboards, or beat machines/ a pair of broken headphones, oh I can speak through these/ then use my mouth to make the beat/ gain some clout up in the street/ hopefully I'll make some cheese/ and buy a set of keys/".
"Well at last he goes/ f*ckin with those nasty hoes/ crack 'em like pistachios/ made some cash & bought himself a Casio/ well now it's f*ckin on/ thinkin all my luck was gone/ it's like I made a wish, someone granted it & struck a wand/".
"Go head & forfeit/ while Sham keeps the planets in orbit/ slick like the floor's wet/ hop in a Corvette/ for the poor on some unlockin your door sh*t/ room & board/ you could say a unit for storage/ soon as it hits mornin/ yo the nightwriter's snorin/ had a dream that somebody bit my rhymes to record 'em/ your lies die from boredom/ 5 guys destroy 'em/ don't tamper with the champ man go get your p*ssy pampered, so I avoid 'em/ they tried to spit but they got cramps & felt bloated/ then their tampon exploded/ I'm too hot with the Groovebox/ cocked & fully loaded/ 67 in the clip/ they ain't ready for this sh*t/ dully noted/ roll the credits/ that's it the movies over/ who me, sober?/ at the moment I'ma 2 leaf clover/ I'm pushing a whip that screams please pull me over/ I stopped in the right lane, man I couldn't find a shoulder/ I'm takin my water wings off & jumpin in the deep end/ I lost Eric Friday/ I ain't seen him all weekend/ don't see me creepin/ invisible heat seekin/ reasons & leave beacons whenever the beat's speakin descent/ my '93 sh*t is better than your recent/ piece of sh*t waste of a blank cd/ it stank so sweet/ then I burned the pencils, melt pens/ help them learn what's simple/ turn heads like FEDS, nice legs, or breakdancin' cripple"........quotes from (Avalon)
