While Tupac was more prolific, having countless notebooks of rhymes, his rapping ability and subject matter was very 'cookie cutter' in its topic selection. He never pushed boundaries.

Biggie, however, was constantly pushing the envelope in creativity, and while he only had a couple of albums, and no notebooks to comb through(the man never wrote anything down. All of his rhymes were created after hearing the beat, in his head, and recorded that night. Which makes the construction of a few of his songs insane).

Anyways, if I'm choosing, it's biggie by a country mile.

I'm also west coast(which is the best coast)

Break the Spell
Daughtry

looks through my phone seeing what sort of projects my agent has for me but not seeing anything interesting

And to think he came from American Idol though I can’t remember if he won.

Heading out for a while
Bye all

Drown in You
Daughtry

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Rottie has started a new game with the following players:
Rottie

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Lionness
Daughtry

Fairram Rise
a short pole fashioned off the limb of a fallen oak holds the cleaned and skinned carcasses of four rabbits. whistling as he approaches his camp as birds take flight in fear. his attempts at carrying a tune are more the hissing sounds of a predator on the prowl. he is a long way from mastering any type of oral communication. nostrils flare as he once again picks up the scent of the watcher. they have made no attempt to show themselves or their intent.

he steps into the cave that serves as his dwelling and stokes the cooking fire. the cool interior of the cave balances out the heat from the cooking fire. smoke rises and escapes through a small crevice in the caves ceiling. not the most efficient, smoke would build inside the small cave, but it kept the willowwisps out, they hated the smoke.

the fire slowly took life again as he threaded the four rabbits unto a spit. when it evened out into an even and manageable flame, he had no taste for burnt flesh, his eating preferences have definitely changed. the rabbits spitted and lain across the low fire as he rocks back on oversized hand legs, his attention fully on the slow rotation of the meat beginning to roast.

I thought freedom of speech was ok in America

*loves Ronnie Milsap*

drinks longer

Country music and this what I thought of…

I Wouldn’t Have Missed it for The World

standing inside its stall
waiting
trying to not move too much

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Enemy

waving

nodding