#47 RAP TAPES: The Devil Made Me Do It

Paris' first tape was post-PE total west coast Black Panther shit, and the video for "Panther Power" was awesome propaganda style footage. I dug some Paris back in the day, not because he was too black and too strong, but because he'd say some crazy shit like he visited Cuba and talk about how beautiful a place it was, with everyone having health care and being able to read and shit. I'm not necessarily a communist, but shit, this Whoppercrat vs. Bigmacicans bullshit gets tired after all my life thus far. Paris still is doing shit, but I doubt I'll ever go out of my way to get it, because I'm broke. Communist motherfuckers wanting me to spend money on their merchandise always trips me out, even more so when I'm broke and feel like stabbing people that have shit I don't have and that I want. I guess that's why communism will never work in America, because as Americans, we automatically feel like we deserve everything somebody else has, like we are born with that right, and instead of me getting off my lazy ass typing some bullshit on a blog straight outta the fagosphere and getting a second job delivering pizzas or something, I like to sit here and pretend I'm broke. But I got a computer. And I got a twelve-pack. And I got some egg noodles cooking on the stove, and it's one of them fancy-assed flat top stoves, too. So I ain't broke at all. But I still ain't buying no new Paris shit, and perhaps with me sitting here on my computer blog on the fagosphere with egg noodles cooking on my flat-headed stovetop, that's appropriate. Perhaps I'm Nebuchadnezzar (which is where the name Chad derives from, so never trust a Chad; also why they called that shit that one year a "hanging chad" because the Illuminati likes to trip out to shit like that at their Bohemian Grove get-togethers where they auction off pages and molest them for charity).