fresh out! wooooooo! look out world, here i come! five calendars have been walked down, a physical and mental metamorphasis has also taken place since i'd been incarcerated during my teens. like all good cinematic experiences, there has to be a score. the score to this one would be delivered by spice 1, the muthafuckin' eastbay gangsta! spice is one of the most slept on gangsta rappers, fuck it, i'll say it, RAPPERS! of all time. the year? 1994. the city? dallas, tx. the plan? get that muthafuckin' money. the time spent in the feds turned out to be more beneficial than i originally thought it would be. i learned alot from the homies while stuck. the most important of which was to think fast, and only when needed, raise a nigga's ass up off the floor. one of the first cd's i copped after i released was spice 1's "amerikkka's nightmare."
my plan was to be just that, fuck amerikkka! i felt these bitches had violated my rights, obtained a frivilous indictment against me, and had politely tucked my ass away in federal prisons for five of the damnedest years you can imagine. did i mention they took all the money too? fuck'em! so i kept the "strap on my side," because the "jealous got me strapped," the whole time the question for every nigga that wants to be cool and give pounds, "tell me what that mail like?" yeah, spice 1 definitely wrote the script for the crime spree i was to put down in '94. shit, i didn't make it out the half way house before i was hittin' licks all over the metroplex. all my real niggas know what i'm talkin' bout. shouts out to south dallas, the cliff, and the greedy grove. enjoy!