You can’t hold us. You can’t stand the “fresher.”

Someone put that on a shirt. Please.

So into my second semester of my second year and I can’t find a second to myself. I want to vomit on every track that Nemo and Sci throw in my direction, but I don’t have the time to regurgitate the words to do so. However, be aware, the upcoming project is absolute malignancy. Sick. I can diagnose it already. The upcoming months are going to be the same. So as I always say, keep up.

Recently, I got the chance to perform at another venue. My friend, Nigel, had asked me to perform at a party his fraternity was coordinating. Of course, I gladly obliged.

Friends. A fountain full of ice and beer bottles. I don’t mean a mini-fountain with beer pouring out. No. I mean a real fountain filled with ice and bottles of beer. Open bar. Music. Dancing. Games. Mingling. Women. Shots. Shots. Shots. Anything else?

Oh and a group by the name of Triangle Offense performed. I remain the lone gunman. Shouts two Sci and Finesse who continue to tag team the rest of the tristate. Again, I would like to thank PSG for allowing me to perform for their venue. Shouts to Nigel, Andre, Laurent and anyone else I missed. Thank you again.

Enjoy the videos.

And when that TO reunion comes around, you better bring some methotrexate. It’s going to be neoplastic.

You learning yet?

adonis