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And found this gem! "Craneum" ! (Anatomically incorrect on purpose to be down with the kids? You decide.)
or does anyone else really like this guy?
Sup this is the One and better only Craineum music myspace. If I catch any mothafucka trying to copy my shit I will fallow your fuckin ass and kill you myself. Got it get it good. Well if you dumb fucks didn't know already I rap yea it aint nothing new almost everyone is doing it, from crack heads to lil kids. Whoptie do. Idiots. I really don’t give a fuck who or what you are. Cuz to me your aint nothing but dirt on my shirt. The only reason I do this shit cuz I don’t want to fuckin be local in my city, witch I’m not, but I would like to be different. In my fucked up mind I’m right no matter what. If I was wrong I would still be right. What would make me right when I’m wrong is my mind is set right when I’m wrong. But enough about my dumb ass let’s talk about how it all started.... This rap thing all started toward the end of 6th grade. I bought my first rap CD. (The only reason it was my first was in my life I just listen to the fuckin radio and I was to fuckin broke to get a CD player and CD.) It was that 8 mile soundtrack. Out of all the songs the top 4 that stood out was 8mile, Rap Game, Spit Shine, Lose yourself. For everybody they just like the flow and the beat. Not me what stood out was the story, like being broke, having a chance exc. then with like a month of getting the CD. Me and my hommie (Who will remain nameless). Pissed me off so since that the guy moved to another city I thought why I don’t make a diss song to see what he goin do. So like around two three in the morning I popped in that 8mile CD and wrote a song. Let me tell you something it was my first song so that shit was hooked up with like 5 tite shit and the rest just shit talking. That’s how I wrote my songs from sixth to 7th just talking shit rhyming very little. Until my hommie told me your whack craineum. So I looked at my shit and I was like holy shit this guy right I suck. So with all the songs I wrote in the past 1 1/2 years I ripped them up and said I can do better. Now check this it was the hardest shit I had to do. Cuz I had spent fuckin my own time in2 making these fucking records. While I was throwing them away I just rip them up so no one will steal it. So then on Jan 31 2004. I was home alone and my hommie called me up an asked you Craineum come to my crib my mom and dad throwing a sick ass party I was like oh shit. So I called up my moms said I’m going, and she was like ight see ya. So when I got there he took me to this beat drum machine that his dad bought for $3000. Now look the damn thing was off the hook I was like holy shit. I heard the music they made off that shit. It was incredible. I felt like jacking for some beats. But then we all went inside the house. Then my homies mom all drunk ask yell rap. Me and my two other homies was like yeah. And his dad got into the mix and asked. If yall wanna make it big just rap what u do and know. When second I herd that my brain got rewired to rap to anything to rap what the fuck you know............................................................................................TO BE CONTINUED
to correct all the grammar and raplace slang with real words and message him. Do you think he'd like that?
you could pornalise it and send it to him instead.