Saturday, May 30, 2009

Parallel Universe



Which X-Men Universe is the best?


Yeah, I know, it isn't as simple a task as you would think when the research is all said and done. (trust me on this one.)

Either way, it amazes me the possibility of making it in this world only to know that out of all the things that you have had to go through, you next task is now to defeat someone with the same exact goals as you.

Like I've said before... it wasn't until January 2009 that I knew who Charles was but I've had my ideals since way back like Jordan and Spike Lee.

That's where it gets interesting.

My thing is to inevitably free the world because in shackles it fails to move.

Simple, no?

My thing is to inevitably give peace and positivity by any means necessary, violence not being vital.

Simple, no?

But the funny part is that I often sit and wonder, well, why doesn't my 'virtual' twin see this?

If anything, the point of the perfectlifeblogs were to talk about how you are trying to better society... WHICH I live, eat, shit and breath.

However, from what I've been seeing is merely a Charles Hamilton nut-hugging session around heres.

It's all well and good for him, but what does only big upping him do for society when it's about us.

My thing is that, if I were serious about this then at some point I would notice this and deter this from happening.

Why?

God is the only spirit that deserves just constant praise. To treat anyone in the movement as He will only destroy the very point.

Why?

Have you seen how communism is destroyed everytime?

Either way, I can't wait to make it through to the other side, because... Charles is cool and all... but I think that Spiderman may need Venom more than he thinks....

- C Teezy

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Big Ups.. To All My B-Boys

Shoutout to KD on the quote of the day:

"The listening party (Fantasyland. Cop it. Hip-hop history, no bullshittin'), was epic. It was just all around a ballin' ass time.





"The album is fantastic; kinda like when I heard Food and Liquor the first time. If anybody deserve to blow up as a rapper, its you, cuz I haven't heard anything this good the entire year of 2009."

Literally, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and can be the best thing to happen to you... all you gotta do is let it.

The listening party was me, him, my bro, and J-Beezy.

That's 4 different hip-hop listeners right there... 4 different styles... 4 different makeups...
ALL PLEASED.

I'm confident especially since I hit the milestone 21 that most of my environment never reaches.

To be honest, that explains why hip-hop is the way that it is in terms of trends.
The people die off so quickly that a trend won't ever be able to sustain itself for long for a new generation that just so happens to only be 4 years younger picks up the ball and runs.

Food for thought.

- C Teezy

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Happy Birthday To Me. Happy Birthday To Me



And you...
and you... and you... ... you...

Anyways, without further ado.

THE FUTURE IS NOW!

http://www.zshare.net/download/605468136a678d0a/#

Welcome2FantasyLand.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Rihanna is to Charles Hamilton is to C Teezy *pause*




Since Charles is stuck on tryna Rihanna me.

"You know what? Fuck it."

I'll just do it like this. Say this bit of piece and drop.

1) and only 1) I thought it was about the music. If that was the case... You would have heard of me... probably via Mr. "I Am Music" himself.

Being that this isn't the case...

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The RAPTURE! OooooooOoOoOooOo
The FantasyLand Prequel.

Judgement day is tomorrow.

"It's like growing fruit on the moon..."

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Free Me Records


Shouts to kh2rac

Crows And Doves said...
Now that I think of it.... the way that you overcome your inhibitions is to release them on some Natasha Bedingfield type ish.

It's like this...

If you are trying to reach heaven, what does hell have to do with it?
Hell is your opposition. It's meant to test you and bring you down.

That being said... (Being that I was the perpetual outkast since 4th grade) I speak from experience when I say.. the reputation that you feel you must uphold doesn't matter when St. Paul judges you.

What you need to do isn't show Earth something it's show God something.

What you need to do is not worry about the reaction from the next man because man can't be pleased.

What you need to do is just be who you feel like being and let that come naturally to you as opposed to worrying about other's standpoint.

You control only yourself.

Think about it.

- C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli

P.S. Excuse my lateness and overcompensation. ^_^

Cross-Promo




Well, I've been surprised by a little bit of a drop from the homie CH.

So... well...

I might as well just go ahead and balance it out.

Searching
The Blueprint Intro Track. It explains everything.
I swear that I'm confused but I swear that I should choose to explain first in my brain cursed with the knowledge of the key to open up the promised land and at the same time try and save my... self..

Welcome2FantasyLand
Well, it's Southern Hospitality. I have to show you around first right?
Each citizen is entered in no questions or bickering. Only Thing You Must Do Is ACCEPT LOVE!

Just Rappin'
Self Explainitory. Had to loosen things up a bit yo.. ITS A FANTASY!

For The Love ft KD
Keon Connor throws down the truth and I had the flow... or is it interchangable?
We do it for hip-hop!

Harry Houdini
Even with the weight of the Bible on my shoulders, I still must escape the asteroid belt. (go ahead and overthink plz k thx)

iRemember
When I reminisce over her.. my god...
It's about the first and the addiction.

Stomp Him (In The Nuts)
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
ROFLCOPTER!

Justice Revenge
09 Go Hard... it's not a phase it's a MANTRA!
Think Lil Wayne's 3 Peat.

DayDream ft. Vyrus
The soundscape is the percieved state of hip hop.
The lyrics are hip-hop minus smoke and mirrors.

Life's Ills
The Truth. Nothing else I can say but..
I DON'T NEED A HOOK 4 THIS SHIIIIT!

Launch Pad
Me just going free. Just saying what comes to my mind. Word association.

Bring It Back.
Cause ya'll want me to 'bring it back'. Who doesn't want hip-hop brought back at this point?

Starship Galactica 1988.
I'll warn you now... it's a 11-minute opus.

From Teezy With Love
I've heard that this beat is unrappable... WTF does Un Rap Able MEan? I should make this a single if only fans can get over the fact that the sample is the effin hook.

Close
The outro. It's like... you know when you love something... it's HARD to let go but you have to? Well I'll do it like Lil Wayne did in Comfortable... Leave you with the best.

Lonely Star
Oh... this is a big F-U tu her
Must leave you with the FUture.

And with that... I've gots to keep it moving...

In other news... DRAKE ISN'T REAL TO ME ANYMORE!
Why profess your love to Rihanna at a show and not in the media?

*smh*

- C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli

The Broken Pink Lavalamp

Throwback:Lost song feat. Show TuFLi

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=1MZ71NSQ



~~MG~~
*The Starchaser*

Friday, May 22, 2009

Amy Rose Up?



Well... it's not quite Amy but eh.

I was in the process of sending Charles a beat that I made last night when I said to myself... "Self? I think you need to look at your Twitter right quick."

So I did that or whatever and one of the people that I follow, Brokencool, a successful blogger out in Canada, was like just HAMMERING CHARLES via Twitter update flush!

So... I'm noticing that I checked CH's blog for a second and saw something about Briana Latrise and I'm like... who the eff is that?

Didn't check the vid...

So I ask Brokencool about it or whatever and he's like... YOU NEED TO CHECK THE VID!!

So I'm like... okay...

Then I see it...

Charles gets DECKED in the jaw by this girl who is apparently BriBri herself. (after some speculation)

Anyways, the overall point is that, to be honest. To be perfectly honest, how can all of these self-aware, pseudo-intellegent fans NOT see the perfect TIMING of the things that have went down...

Punch... then... blog (reintroductive for new bloggers blog post)... then well... guess what?

People talk... and talk... and BAM overnight Charles Hamilton is top 10 in Twitter Topics.

He's good.

-C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Drizzy + Riri - truth + evidence?

This is Rihanna...



She's pretty, can sing, and smiles a lot.


This is Drake...


This, and a black and white picture, seems to be the only pictures that are in circulation.



Apparently, they both locked lips.

Funny thing one is...
This really shouldn't be news. It only happened... ONE time.

Funny thing two is...
DRAKE IS NOW DENYING THE FACT THAT IT HAPPENED!

But why is funny thing two.. well.. funny?

My thing is... if it happened... it happened. Just say it.
If it didn't, then where did the rumor even come from?

Funny thing three is...

Didn't she like... JUST "break-up" with Chris Brown who has apparently fallen off the planet?

When domestic violence was frowned upon, apparently rebounding like Dennis Rodman with the 72-win Bulls isn't.

She just left dude and now she's being linked with dude after dude.

I shall now begin to keep tabs on the number of people she is linked with from now on, just to show you what I mean.

1) Drake...

(AnyMoreContestants?)

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I'm A Competitor, It's What I Do (c) Lil Wayne

The History...

I remember when I first started out in school... I was there because well... Mom drove me here, so I trust that I must be here...
no questions asked...

along the line...

the "gifted" tag comes in...

now I am the ruler of Brown Elementary... at least for 2nd and 3rd grade I was..

then I had to leave and go to another school... E.P.I.C.
Now see... when this happens... I don't necessarily leave Brown... I still go to afterschool care there... this is an important fact...
Why?
Because this is where it starts... this is where on of my persona's begins.. the story of the Capricious Tyrant...

See... what happens is... one day coming from E.P.I.C. I hop off the bus or whatever... go to afterschool care... and we(the students) get seperated into grades and put into certain rooms...
so the ppl in my grade (good friends at one point) decided to start a little group amongst themselves...
you know when ppl say schools have classes like jocks and nerds and shit?
there was literally a group forming right in front of my eyes...
For some reason they decide that it would be tight to base the group off of the Looney Tunes and everyone was assigned a character... so.. I figured they'll turn to me and we would all be in on it together like old times...

3 mins pass...

I guess they forgot about a playa...
so I call to 'em like "Who am I gonna be?"
"Over there" (laughter)

literally.. an outcast...

Yeah....

so time goes by or whatever and with any mistake or problem I make... IT MUST BE DRILLED INTO MY HEAD!!!

so I'm in E.P.I.C. and I don't have any friends here... none... I thought I did... but... eh... I started tryna go after the wrong crowd..
It was so bad to the fact that a dude with cancer... a dude that was terminally ill didn't want me in his group...

Damn...

the anger is put in place... I never was an angry person... always was mild-mannered as a child... everyone loved me... EVERYONE!
Friends... Family(yes, the whole family)... People I meet for the first time...
I was never rejected because I was so good as a person...

but then anger surfaced...

mad cause niggas in the hood always wanted to whoop my ass to feel better about their life...
mad cause motherfuckers thought I was to smart to hang around them...
Mad cause a whole lotta of stupid ass bitches wanted to distance themselves from me because I was acting like I was better than everybody...

middle school happens...
...
...
Torian..
Patrick...
...

Joia... Damnit... that's what happens mayne...

somehow in the transition to middle school I became... less attractive or something...

I remember when I first laid eyes on Joia... I was star-struck... litterally... I would cry as she walked by... it was like staring into heaven gates and watching God handle business... or watching Jesus take care of doves over a sea of cumulonimbus clouds...
So I asked around like... who is that right there?
why?
I kinda want to go with her...
oh... you mean Joia? (laughter)

I always wonder why they laugh... until I told Joia how I felt about her...
you see why my perception of God was fucked up?
the Devil could have been the good guy all along...

time goes on... I realize... everyone is turning on me... nobody but a select 2, if that, really wants to hang around me...
but why?
cause...
everyone thought I was better than them...

the anger grows...

high school happens...

I find that I have to prove myself on a constant basis...
prove how smart I am...
prove how physical I am...
prove how tough I am...
prove this... prove that...

oh.. and I forgot video games... and sports in general...

see... you gotta beat the game... you gotta get the highest score... losing isn't an option in a game of any kind...

then... life became a game...
I was playing against ppl... they became the opposition....

I had to beat them at all cost...

Now... I love fighting games...
I, immediately, understand the concept...

WIN AT ALL COST...

racing games?

same deal...

it's just you against them... there ain't no partners... cause if you good enough you don't need more than one person to beat the game...

Do it by your damn self...

BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IT!
FUCK THAT GAME FOR THAT IT'S WORTH..

capricious tyrant personified...

and if you ever wonder why I'm so flashy...
it's to prove those women wrong...
ya feel me?

nowadays... I just have to win... It's just what i do...
if I lose... ppl will sit and scrutinze the loss... no matter how much I win.. .they will go back to that loss...

So now... I have to be the best at what I care about... the passion is there... a burning desire to... not succeed... but to WIN!!!

I'm mad crazy about winning at stuff now... it's not like I'm a sore loser... I just want a rematch...


_____________________________________________________________________________________

Now that you know, we shall begin. Shall we? o.O

- C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli
Mike Corleone

10-18-2008

First, I laid down the mission statement.

Now, I shall give you the moment...

It was around 2:45 p.m. on a pretty chilly afternoon when everything changed. I think it's best if I took you through the whole day start to finish.

I woke up around about 11:15 or something like that. My brother was just leaving the house. The usual morning for me, waking up by myself. I've grown accustomed to the loneliness and isolation that I've had every since I've moved back in with my mother and my brother.

I had a little smoke. Marlboro Smooth 100s. My new best friend. I was think about masterbation. Funny, I know. I've had this fight with it for a while, a superstitious belief that every time I do it, I end up having a bad day. Bus since everyday has ended up being dissappointing, I decided to cave in and let loose my frustrations.

I left the house to go and visit the library to check on the internet, but first I played some one shot kill O.U.T. in the park with a few local residents that I had never seen a day in my life. That's how it's always been.

It was a bit windy and I was extremely rusty so I had a bit of a poor showing out there and I finally decided to cut my losses and move on. I hit the library up and there wasn't much action on Facebook or Myspace to speak of, so I trekked back to the house.

As I walk towards the door, I hear a honk. I turn around and it was my bro riding through in his new Camry that he had finally aquired the day before. It was a pretty cool sight to behold especially since he's waited for so long and had been through so much turmoil to get it.

So we relax and catch up for a minute and he said he wanted to go and do some shopping down at 5 Points West. I didn't think it would be a bad idea seeing that it was Saturday and there isn't too much traffic out. So I said that I might as well tag along seeing that I had a smidget of free time and it was a chance to get a new phone so that I could finally get text messages, at least.

It was a bit surreal. he asked me it if was such a bad idea to drive around, but I was convinced that Iit was a right that he had earned to use the car whenever he felt.

So we head out, get some gas and it was about to be a feel good day. We turn past the library and he's like I wanted to head down Graymont but for reasons he couldn't explain, well, he went one more street down.

Third Street/Ave. (You'll see why in a minute.)

We make the turn down 3rd and we were pretty much 5 minutes away from ballin' out for a second. Stuntin' in the westside.

That's when I noticed the car heading strangely toward the sidewalk. I say, hey, what you doin', mayne? He was like, Oh! and panicked.
Hard turn to the right.
I see a car coming towards us, then...
It was over.
Collision. Head-on. Front bumper to front bumper.

I remember that the first thing my body did at impact was turn towards my brother. Second thing was that I lead the car back to the right side of the road. Third thing I did was turn to my brother again. This time, it was immposible to turn away. He rarely ever screams in pain.

Blood immediatley starts covering his face. Scariest sight I've seen in a long time. I would say I thought that he was dying but at this point, it was nothing but reaction. Instincts. Survival.

I stepped out of the car, cursing at everything that I could see. It was a wreck and my mind was just as totaled. Just as shattered. Ripe for remolding. Brainwash.

I began fumbling to dial 911. I, literally, couldn't manipulate that phone to save my life. I hear him scream, "Call Dad! Call him! Call somebody!"

I ask him what Dad's number is and I, futily attemt to gather myself and compse in this time of utter and complete crisis.

The next few minutes can be summed up best by comparing my Mom and Dad to George Bush and Ray Nagle during Katrina.

My dad ansers and I alread knew how stupid the conversation would go. I grew with this all my life. In times of emergency, he becomes an even more aggressive asshle than he already is naturally. However, this conversation still managed to shock even me.

I tell him with the best of my abilities what happened and i could already feel the blame and, well, ignorant gale force of hot air beating through the phone.

We are on 3rd Street. (Whoops) I mean 3rd Ave. We just got into an accident.
Well, I'm at work.

From that statement alone, my nerves finally broke. I couldn't believe that as I was watching my brother basically bleed to death. I heard him say such a pathetic statement.

So I hung up on that blur of disgrace and called Mom. She was a couple of blocks away at work and she was immediately distraught. I consoled. I tried my best to calm her down as well as deal with paramedics and deal with the site of glass and scrap metal and watching my brother deal with the physical and mental anguish of the situation.

My mind flashes from past to present. Back and forth. History and reality in a neck and neck sprint through my head. Glass shattering. My brother wailing. Dust and metal flying throughoutt the car.

She appears. I flag her down. Another tough pill to swallow. Seeing her visibly shook always tears at my heart strings.

I sit down and try, yet again to keep my composure.

Dad comes. I don't know what to tell him. I don't know what to tell anyone. I don't know what to do, period.

The police officer comes to me to get some information. I try hard to convey in words, the madness that was just the last few minutes. I know it wasn't a Shaksperian compostition that I spit at the cop, but what more could you expect?

"She doesn't understand what you saying! Do you understand what that boy saying? You betta start telling the..."
"I understand sir."

That's when the gaskets just blow. I, instantely rise up and I can't get out a word that's more than 4 letters to anyone. But, I stay there. contemplating what to do now, what I should have done, what could have been, what's gonna happen, what can happen all at the speed of light.

The thing about it, though, is that I am always sub-consciously aware of everything. Always listening. I feel a shift. Not like a switch from on to off or good to bad. More like hearing the transmission of a powerful sports car going from 5th to 6th.

"Michael, come here!"
It was my mother.
She snatches me by the shirt.
"Why did you let him.."

I heard nothing else.

Society has dissappointed me for a long time. This was still an absolute low. To blame me, for anything that has occured was just a slap in the face delivered by the ammunition of a rocked launcher at point blank range.

I told off everyone. Well, not everyone. Just my parents for being so disturbingly out of line. For turning on me, in every dark corner of my life. Every one of them.

I left. Fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck the world for fucking' me.

I... Thoughts just kept flying around my mind. Evil taking form of a NASCAR event. The Coca-Cola 600.

Why blame me? First? Why? It's all I caould think about. I've disowned my parents now. This city. I wanted to just walk on past my house and just escape this place.

I went home and smoked another cig. Tried to clear my head. I started taling it out with myself. I knew that I couldn't handle it with someone else right now. I couldn't convey this to anyone. I wanted to, though. I wanted someone to go through it with me. I felt the urge to lean on someone's shoulders. I called Joy. But it didn't help really. I wasn't ready yet. I called Lionel. he was busy. It only made me realize that I was the one that must deal with myself. And so I laid in my bed and just let the thoughts run. I couldn't control them so I just let them run rampant and tire themselves out.

I grew up two years in a matter of 10 minutes. I said to myslef that I just have to get myself together and be there. It would look horrible and hypocritical of me if I didn't... if I wasn't by his side. No matter what.

So I got up and caught the bus. I started noticing part two of this struggle. Things, body parts, began showing signs of pain. My left bicep began to hurt. My right calf felt sore. And then as I got off the bus and arrived at the hospital and decided to smoke again. I see a sort of small ledge that I could jump onto and sit down on. I don't even think about the motion because it's an everyday thing. Just plant your feet and FUCKING HELL!!!

A sharp pain in the left side of my groin. I mean it just felt wrong. Still, I was on a mission. A mission to see about my brother.

Snd so I brush it off and enter the emergency room waiting area. There they were. Mom and Dad. Instantly, I'm pissed. No explanations needed. I just lose it. But, I don't lose it externally, it was more of an internal struggle. I lost. I hated everyone in that room with me. No reasoning. From eight days old to eighty years, I was just like, fuck 'em. No lube.

I sat. Stewed. Waited. Didn't say a word. People said hey. I said ______. Stoic. Unmoved. My grandfather was like, "Pull your pants up." I said ______. I did nothing. Nobody listened to me. I'm not listening to them.

It was time to see him and it wasn't a sight to behold. I was face to face with the trigger attatched to the MP5 that was Michael Dewayne Walker. It sucked deep down inside. But outside I fell into my natural role of the off-beat father. Calm. Soothing...

Then my father came in. I was wrapped in silence. Still. Stoic. Ultimate defense. Iwas just waiting. But while I waited for the inevitable, I thought about everything again. It was all I could do all day. I had nothing to do before. Nothing new happened. This was the only event I had a reason to worry about. I even got to the point where I was desolate enough to find the smallest things that I could say that this whole thing was my fault.

Maybe I could have told my brother to just slow down instead.
Maybe me forcing the ccar slowly back to the right side of the road could have caused a second collision from another car because of the fact that I didn't look to see if any of the lanes were clear prior to turning.

Maybe I could have died.

Why was he so beat up and I came out without a visible chink in the armor?

I began to look at myself. My body. I started thinking abhout the fact that I have seemingly no scars on my body. At all.

I teared up. I closed my eyes. Fighting. then a nurse came in. I opened my eyes and an instant lake formed on the floor. She wheeled my bro off to do more medical stuff. Which left me and my dad alone.

Ye old ignorance ensued.

He made a comment about my sagging.
I told him that it just wasn't the right time to mention that.
He walks off. Mutters insults about me under his breath.

The one thing that sticks in your mind as the son or daughter is that parents hate when you say something about them under your breath about them. Especially while walking away. They usually berate you and sum things up by saying that the action is immature and childish

Thus, a 50 year old man, who just so happens to be my caretaker performing that action AND just so happening to include me AND in one fell swoop, my brother who just so happened to almost die in front of my eyes AND for it to be a comment directed negitavely toward the situation I. E. "Look at what these stupid, ignant ass boys done did now." I snapped.

Left.
Walked from the hospital to my house.
The last straw.
Ididn't know what to do now. My whole mindframe changed from being the inspiration for hope and freedom to the personification of Satan himself.

Fuck em all.

I doubted myself. My decision. My advise. My outlooks. Theories. Beliefs.

My kindness was taken for a weakness all my life. Taken for granted by many. Seen as stupid and foolish.

No more. So you don't care about me? Fine. I wish that you die a quick and early death.

I planned to go to sleep. Well, not planned. I fell asleep on the couch while watching Napolean Dynamite and not laughing nor smiling at a single thing.

I went upstairs and soon afterwards at around 8:30 my mom and my brother arrived.

Mom was on her usual bullshit spreading spree. I wasn't having it.

The only things that helped me that night was venting to Joy and discussing the accident with the only other person involved. My bro.

It was with talking with him and letting my emotions fly with her that I truly calmed down long enough to clear my head.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
How I handled things with Trese was just the pretest.
This was the ciriculum
Life, as in the rest of it, will be the test.
And I hope that I can take my mistakes and make them into equally satisfiying triumphs.

If you were wondering, I'm still right.
I just need to take things for what they are and move on.
The bad is made to influence you to do worse for yourself
I must continue to recognize this or else I will fail.

-Crows and Doves

Up Next?
The History.

C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Theory Of Individualism.

My First Post in Fantasy(iLL)Land is a simple one.

It's a mission statement.

First I'd like to say that the fact that CH is doing this to promote the same thing that I'm trying to promote which is just positivity to the fullest is the only reason I've decided to put Fantasy Land here rather than re-do the Remix of the Nerds.

That being said, here is the theory... or at least a starting point.

Individuality is not being different, it is about being you. In a sense, being individual shouldn't be something you strive to do, you should be already doing it. Trying to be individual is associated with trying to be different even if it is different from yourself. So in essence, you can like something that someone else likes or take some other group's style as long as it is what you want to do. Just because everyone else likes it doesn't mean you can't, too. If you like it, then go ahead and experience it. Many times when someone is "individual" they reject "popular" things immediately. This, in turn, makes the so-called "non-conformist" the same as "populars" or "conformist", which defeats the purpose of being "different."

Here's something: people sometimes hate musical forms such as rap. In essence, people hate the artist, not the art form. However, people get confused and hate the whole art form based on the artist they hate. Rapping is another way to express one's self. Hating rap is like hating how someone thinks or talks. It is okay not to like Tupac, people. He is a regular guy. As long as you know why you don't like him. Better, yet, you don't know the guy, so it's more okay not to like his songs. It is okay to not like what he puts out as long as you have a reason. Dislike without reason is hate!

Here's another: it is okay to be wrong, just as long as you can learn to be right. Don't be afraid to make mistakes, you can't get everything right. You make mistakes through action and without action there is nothing. You, as well as the rest of the world, can't stand on nothing.

Just a rough draft cause I don't have much time...

- C Teezy a.k.a. V. Leonelli