Mobb Deep
Mobb Deep
I was angry I was mother fucking angry.
These two pricks Kurupt and Daz Dillenger and fucking Snoop dog create this diss track about my home town and my Rap scene called New York New York so of course I respond with LA LA because fuck those guys. So MTV decides to butt in and we are asked to talk about our Beef. Good I want to air their laundry want to tell those pricks to go stuff it to their faces.
So I bring Tragedy Khadafi with me because he's my boy and we go to MTV to have it out, so Daz is there but they tell me that Snoop and Kurupt couldn't make it and so they sent in Kenny fucking G in their place. I felt the disrespect they couldn't even bother to send an actual rapper they sent in Mr. Adult comtemporary. So we sit down and I look at Kenny and I tell him strait to his face.
"Your music puts me to sleep."
He just smiles at me and says.
"Thank you."
And I did not expect that.
"What?"
"A lot of people have problems falling asleep at night, some times the old mind is just faster then the body. Some times its stress, some times its peoples regrets coming back to haunt them. It really means a lot to me that my music can help you get the rest you need."
I just stared at him and then turned to the reporter who just shrugged at me. So I get into it and tell him that we east coast rappers are the hardest motherfuckers in the world and then Kenny raises his hand.
"Define hard."
I froze.
"What?"
"Can you please define hard for me?"
I was angry at this pussy ass white boy.
"Hard means you do not give a fuck what other people think about you, you just do what ever the fuck you want."
Kenny nodded his head.
"Thank you."
I went to continue my rant.
"I have a unicorn on my car."
And that stopped me cold because who fucking expects that.
"What?"
"I have a unicorn on the van I drove to get here."
"You are shitting me."
"Nope, I have a unicorn on my car."
I smirked.
"Let me guess a pink unicorn right?"
"Oh no its a white unicorn, but it it does have rainbows coming out of its butt."
I just stared at the MTV guy who looks just as shocked as me.
"Do you want to see it?"
The Reporter gets up, and so does a camera man and we stop the interview and head to the parking garage, and yeah I have to show you a photo.
Yeah that's his van....I mean yeah.
So I am just staring at this ugly fucking thing in horror.
"What the fuck is that?"
"A viking riding a unicorn with a machine gun."
And Kenny G says this as if its the most natural thing in the world.
"Why would you drive something like this?"
"Because I feel like it, does your car have a unicorn on it?"
"Fuck no, that shits lame I would never hear the end of it If I drove that shit through the hood."
Kenny G raises an eyebrow.
"Doesn't that mean you care what other people think?"
I froze.
"What?"
"You clearly said that the definition of hard was doing what you want and not caring about what other people though. That its living your life as you please with out letting some one how to tell you how to live it."
I just looked at my boy and Tragedy Khadafi turns his head and simply says.
"We need a new defintion man."
I was angry I was mother fucking angry.
These two pricks Kurupt and Daz Dillenger and fucking Snoop dog create this diss track about my home town and my Rap scene called New York New York so of course I respond with LA LA because fuck those guys. So MTV decides to butt in and we are asked to talk about our Beef. Good I want to air their laundry want to tell those pricks to go stuff it to their faces.
So I bring Tragedy Khadafi with me because he's my boy and we go to MTV to have it out, so Daz is there but they tell me that Snoop and Kurupt couldn't make it and so they sent in Kenny fucking G in their place. I felt the disrespect they couldn't even bother to send an actual rapper they sent in Mr. Adult comtemporary. So we sit down and I look at Kenny and I tell him strait to his face.
"Your music puts me to sleep."
He just smiles at me and says.
"Thank you."
And I did not expect that.
"What?"
"A lot of people have problems falling asleep at night, some times the old mind is just faster then the body. Some times its stress, some times its peoples regrets coming back to haunt them. It really means a lot to me that my music can help you get the rest you need."
I just stared at him and then turned to the reporter who just shrugged at me. So I get into it and tell him that we east coast rappers are the hardest motherfuckers in the world and then Kenny raises his hand.
"Define hard."
I froze.
"What?"
"Can you please define hard for me?"
I was angry at this pussy ass white boy.
"Hard means you do not give a fuck what other people think about you, you just do what ever the fuck you want."
Kenny nodded his head.
"Thank you."
I went to continue my rant.
"I have a unicorn on my car."
And that stopped me cold because who fucking expects that.
"What?"
"I have a unicorn on the van I drove to get here."
"You are shitting me."
"Nope, I have a unicorn on my car."
I smirked.
"Let me guess a pink unicorn right?"
"Oh no its a white unicorn, but it it does have rainbows coming out of its butt."
I just stared at the MTV guy who looks just as shocked as me.
"Do you want to see it?"
The Reporter gets up, and so does a camera man and we stop the interview and head to the parking garage, and yeah I have to show you a photo.
Yeah that's his van....I mean yeah.
So I am just staring at this ugly fucking thing in horror.
"What the fuck is that?"
"A viking riding a unicorn with a machine gun."
And Kenny G says this as if its the most natural thing in the world.
"Why would you drive something like this?"
"Because I feel like it, does your car have a unicorn on it?"
"Fuck no, that shits lame I would never hear the end of it If I drove that shit through the hood."
Kenny G raises an eyebrow.
"Doesn't that mean you care what other people think?"
I froze.
"What?"
"You clearly said that the definition of hard was doing what you want and not caring about what other people though. That its living your life as you please with out letting some one how to tell you how to live it."
I just looked at my boy and Tragedy Khadafi turns his head and simply says.
"We need a new defintion man."
