so yesterday I’m at this house party and shit. some punk bands were playing. after everyone’s done playing their sets, people are jamming in the basement, right. so I take a mic and start shredding. you know, blowing notes. you know, spitting rhymes. and at least five people were feeling it. people looked very surprised. the other guy who had a mic, he shut up and let me do my thing. he was like, oh, ok, this guy knows how to rap. This one girl had a shocked look on her face. she was frowning and smiling at the same time. because I say some dirty shit. As soon as I hit the line about Hannah Montana everyone hollers like a fire alarm just went off. So what it was only 5 or 6 people. Next time it’ll be 10. Then 20. etc. it’s called momentum. I know I’m good at rapping. Nobody has to tell me to do it or practice it, I just do. I study it every day. I like making music come out of my mouth more than I love women. Which is a lot. I challenge any woman to prove me wrong.