Mad flaws in my methods, because I have no idea how this ended up so high. I guess maybe I was tricked by the funk beats combined with angst-ridden pseudo-revolution lyrics. Fuckin' Son Dooby of Funkdoobiest is on this thing, getting all politico. I guess that's one of the great things about the internet... it has made revolution or shooting presidents seem so played out and coffeehouse-esque, so that we'll take whatever bullshit comes our way and not really get too upsetted by it, so long as there's porn and free music and shit to keep us occupational. I mean, fuck, we're in some fuckin' war that nobody, especially me, gives a fuck about, have dudes in control who are about as corrupt as we've probably seen in maybe forever, at least outwardly and obviously so, and no one gives a shit. Even if people start talking about that crap to me, I'm all rolling my eyes and trying to brush them away. And now motherfuckers are already running for President in like two years. Paris assassinating Barack Obama on wax, that's some shit I could wrap my head around. All these fake change bitches running around and shit. I bet there's some really killer Cuban rap we never get to hear because of embargos. Cuba's got tons of broke-ass black motherfuckers, and plus they speak Spanish, so you know they're doing some fly shit. I saw a PBS thing about the rappitty music years ago, and Paris had talked about going to Cuba and what a beautiful place it was. And shit, you've got to give ol' Castro credit, if you're a baby to be born, you're less likely to die there than most places. And if you're an old fucker, you're more likely to be able to read than most places. Castro might actually be dead right now and still be the President of Cuba, with big murals of his grill all over Havana. That's some fly shit. Fuck Bill Gates, I wanna be Castro rich.
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