Weird Shizzle

I haven’t been up in exactly tha dopest of vibes lately… To give tha backstory up in brief, a phat playa of mine went over ta Iraq up in February fo' realz. As a partin gift, I gave his ass a ill big-ass Moleskine journal ta take notes up in n' such. I accidentally gave his ass tha unlined version, which was just a mistake cuz Matt couldn’t draw ta save his thuglife fo' realz. Anyhow, I found up last month he was caught up in a ambush up in early July n' wound up wit some straight-up post-traumatic stress disorder, n' had been at a menstrual hospizitizzle since.

Yo ass may be wonderin why I’m just ramblin bout dis ta a crew of approximately no one on tha internizzle. I’m gettin there.

Matt took a dirt nap July 30 yo. Dude apparently capped his dirty ass, although I didn’t ask fo' details, n' at dis point I don’t be thinkin I’d straight-up want them. I found up on August 1st cuz tha hospizitizzle gave mah crazy ass a cold-ass lil call, since apparently there was somethang he wanted mah crazy ass ta have. I gots dis up in tha mail todizzle:

Sure enough, that’s tha moleskine I gave his muthafuckin ass. Da staff I was rappin too, I’m not straight-up shizzle what tha fuck his thugged-out lil' posizzle was, holla'd I was straight-up welcome ta not have it busted ta me, since he wasn’t legally bound ta up in any way yo. Dude warned mah crazy ass dat it might be somewhat disturbin cuz of what tha fuck was inside.

Matt never was rappin a single word since tha ambush fo' realz. Apparently he held on ta tha journal n' attempted ta bust it ta communicate, n' tha hospizitizzle staff tried ta work it tha fuck into his cold-ass therapy. Through a cold-ass lil combination of tones n' implications I gathered dat I was essentially receivin tha journal of a madman. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. But he wasn’t a madman ta me, he was just Matt ta mah dirty ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I holla'd of course I wanted dat shit.

Matt had never freestyled and drawn up in tha book prior ta goin ta tha hospizitizzle yo, but he had apparently used it fo' somethang else before then:

I’m 90% shizzle dat if you count each tally as bein a week, dis would add up ta how tha fuck long he had been away from home before his hospizitizzleization.

That’s tha straight-up original gangsta page. I obviously edited up mah full name n' address. But as far as I can tell, dis is how tha fuck tha doctors knew dat he wanted mah crazy ass ta have tha notebook fo' realz. After all, what tha fuck else could tell em dat if he never spoke?

I’ve flipped all up in tha book n' there is a looooot of sketches n' tha like yo, but dopest as I can tell, dis is tha only place dat he muthafuckin freestyled anythang up in any coherent form. There is a gangbangin' few disturbingly ominous statements like "I SAW HIM" n' tha ilk yo, but dis was tha only example of a gangbangin' straight-up formed thought I could find anywhere.

Anyhow, I find dis a cold-ass lil combination of incredibly wack n' interesting, so I’m throwin em up on tha interweb up in hopes dat other gangstas might at least find em horny-ass as well n' some phat can come outta this, rather than mah crazy ass just sit here n' stew over everythang. I’ll be addin pics as I have time.