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Well I was watching the news and I heard Louis Vuitton, frankly whenever I hear anything about any high end fashion line on televison, im breaking my neck stopping everything i'm doing. I feel I have to stay updated. But just incase Louis Vuitton wasn't uttered they mentioned space, and if you seen my myspace and the name of this blog, you will realize that i'm sort of a galactic guy. The two topics clashing most definately deserved a post. details.

GRIZZ: yu be the best nah i beg to differ//the sickest thing to come out of ya mouth was a hiccup.

GRIZZ: brb i wanna battle tho....

[AWAY] shower..i declare war NOVA! lol

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ME: Oh em gee shyt, u stay saying u got shyt under ya wings but all I smell nigga is speed stick, im here 4eva u da type of nigga dat leave quick, u spit hiccups I spit and get niggas sea sick, U declare war stupid u a battle in the trenches, how u fukin ball near the the gaterade barrels on da benches, nigga im relentless and yeah I spit fire at more niggas than the apprentice, I been bent this u still tryna fold, u wish u was sick u kno da type 2 try 2 find a cold, so they can miss skool but im tryna educate u, ur rhymes shitty understand niggas will never hate u, U seen me do this b4 it isn't hard 2 do, I bring da beef 2 ya grill like a barbecue, this shyt is my life I don't belive its a part of u, I got 99 problems dam what would sean carter do?

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GRIZZ: fuk outta here wit ya ryhmes that took a min to think of//im callin out the best rappers so ya name i dont speak of//only time yu phresh is wen yu tryna get undaneath her//yu a animal well i feel im a cann-i-bal//nigga ill g shock ya shit just like franny do//nova no sir ill dismantle you//pound you out put that fist to ya chest like black panthers do//bak wit anotha round of shots who wanna get drunk//phresh feelin like mr west until his compass get stuck//im poppin the trunk reachin out for your christmas gift//some shit to spit and wipe ya name off kriz kringles list//i mingle wit, real dudes so i feel why you neva present//put a bomb in that bottle just for yu to get the message//i feel disrespected, y im even wastin my time//the one servin the gatorade im mj in his prime

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ME: Ok u seen wat I did 2 roy im guessin u just want ya blog shine, u just a skip in da game u never leap never have ya frog time, but anyway grizzy u goin against a grizzly, u pull out guns all niggas think is he aint poppin dat is he? Im like nah he just poppin dat shizzy, never cop weight nigga never cop bizzy, lol I mean business this rhymes for the guiness book, matta fact I'll be sure to put ya name in my niggas that I finished book, Cuz u dun without a fork to take a stab at it, talkin bout a fist to my chest u can barely take a jab at it, if u mj in his prime then that must mean u "bad" at it, u talkin hella testosterone when really u a sad fagot

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GRIZZ: callin out names i see oh well fuck it//i need the publicity so keep comin//yu thinkin phresh gets fresh for real well he doesnt//ill throw ya lil b some honey is he buggin?//a chef in the booth yu bake preheat ovens//go head and sk8witdadevil until you get burned//cremate ya guala ass P.R flag on your urn

ROY (1:27:50 PM): Fuck dolando
ME(1:28:09 PM): lol huh 0_o?!
ROY (1:28:13 PM): Wats up nicca I know u aint talkin bout me, u wat, Fuck dolando
ME (1:28:38 PM): whos dolando
ROY (1:28:38 PM): Nicca u love my style, I fuck wit ur soul like either, I spelled ur name wrong?
ME (1:29:34 PM): lol yeah, and wtf r u talkin about
ROY (1:33:00 PM): Nuttin, Bored at work..Battle?
ME (1:33:58 PM): lol sure but u werkin aint u, nah u prolly behind the counter wit no customers jerkin aint u? i will merk and paint u
ROY (1:34:58 PM): I don't work retail, Werd so u volunterin to go first, I serve u either way like a grill cheese Ya mean
ME (1:36:29 PM): u aint gon hear dis kno where else u just gon have 2 leak the song, i run this shyt and imma keep runnin til my sneakers worn , turn ya speakers on, i get my ether on, imma baller u da type 2 keep da bleechers warm, mr.unotlikeme well...u just not like me, i tell u ya girls a dike if she do not like me, i got bars for days more than u got white t's, and i stay checkin niggas and im not nike
ROY (1:39:37 PM): Werd peep the style, I'll spark a fire on ur forehead with sticks, no stones, I want u burnin in ur bones, roy flow is hard like organic chem, u feelin embarrassed u got teabag'd like eminem, styles is somethin ur never flippin, I found ur girl's hole i was skinny dippin, my style on manual wen i speed up u cant miss this, the only time my stick shift is wen my chick switch
ME (1:43:44 PM): lmao aiight aiight, listen the only thing u ever skinny dipped was either fries or a donut , my style like that yellow man on a can its so nuts, im everywhere u wanna be but never showed up, cuz u know i leave the beef wrapped in plastic like cold cluts, u'z a old fuck wit no ego im on that cocky shyt, fukin wit me u couldnt save ya life on a floppy disk, u stay on that floppy shyt, i mean sloppy shyt, hyped ya head like balboa in rocky 6, ooh im dun incase u havent noticed roy, ask around in bk c who dont kno da boy
ROY (1:53:27 PM): Ight, But yea, mj I'll give u a thriller for actin badder, my sharp style could rip out ur gall bladder, lookin at ur face makes me feel sadder, u need to hop off my dick imma pass u the ladder, In hs u was mad dumb so u coppied me on the reg, dolondo stepped in shyt and said he did the stanky leg, I'm the president the commander and chief, u work wit meat and suck dick u the commander of beef…Lol
ME (2:01:25 PM): lol, aiight, ok get ya aim on but this nigga here be gunning man, when i get my aim on u'll be lookin like the running man, my shyt is stunning man, ya chick is cunning man, i rip u from ya flesh and blood nigga just google cunningham, i c u got music notes on ya aim screen, fukin with me roy i leave u choked in a main stream

So i'm sitting in a library looking for knowledge on fashion designing and becoming more familiar with designers and brands because I like to know these things. I does this! So I stumble upon The New York Magazine in which I discovered an article about a boy who is obsessed with fashion. I thought to myself hey how does this 17 year old kid get a whole article about his fashion addiction in this magazine, like really what did he have to do. I didnt read the headline of the article, but as I skimmed through this article something wasn't right. So I went back and took the time to read the headline "The Confession of a Serial Shoplifter"!!

Kevahn Thorpe developed a passion for fashion and began stealing high end merchandise at the age of 16. The magazine called him "...all of 16 years old, a small kid lost inside a striped Hugo Boss sweater." Well i'm not going to sit here and tell you the story. There is a bigger picture that I see here. I see a boy who believes fashion and what people see when they recognize good fashion is far more important than his freedom. He knows that all of his friends know that his clothes are stolen, he knows it is risky and dangerous, against the law and the consequences it comes with but yet Kevahn continues his crimes. Even after the sympathetic judges gave him chance after chance he continued. This only means that it doesn't matter to him. It has gone beyond projecting an image to boost up the garments popularity or his own. He is in the grip of something bigger than himself.