Riding Shotgun

“It’s time to get ill”

Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell
About one bad brother you might not know so well
It started way back in history
With Kogi, the city, and me–Papi.
Been had a little trucky named Paul Revere
Just me and my familia and a quart of no fear
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff’s posse on my tail cause the taco is in demand
One homie Papi I be
Thought I was by myself but I got everybody
The moon is shining down on my grey snap back
The air is getting’ chill the flavor they call crack
Looking for a girl I ran into a guy
His name is MCA, I said howdy he said hi.

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“I’ve got depth of perception in my text y’all
So whatcha want?
I get so funny with the money that you flaunt
I said, WHERE’D YOU GET YOUR INFORMATION FROM HUH?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?”

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It’s been a complicated three weeks.
I met some friends through Mike D that I believe will be friends 4 lyfe.
Thank you LA.  We gave you a party and introduced you to some artists and you took it and ran with it!

I had a breakthrough, and I don’t know where it’s gonna take us all, but isn’t that the fun part?

Kogi and all the restaurants will still go hard in the paint.

You can find me starting to involve myself more with the communities I call home, the LA Mission and South LA.  Please come join me.

Just hit me on Twitter and come and give.  Just give your knowledge and talent.  Share.  I expect to see you!

To all the tabloid headlines- “Where’d you get your information from, huh?”

To you and you and you and you and you that have given me a pound, just know I store that shit like Final Fantasy for use at a later time. Thank you!

To all you veg heads, thank you.  I’ve noticed that people sometimes trip like they did about taco trucks when they talk about vegetarianism.  Time for some muthafucking change.  I feel ya!

To Mike D and the whole crew, thank you.  All it took was a Hawaiian Salad from A-Frame to help us get the connection.  Aloha spirit at work.

Respects to MCA.

And to all you that worry, send love, care, are curious, or hate on me for what I wrote last week…well, just know, “I’m the illest mutherfucker from here to Gardena.”

So, don’t trip.

That’s what I do