Gonzo Journalism - GDP

Fifty through an E-Z Pass, blasting Black Sabbath

Driving to Manhattan on a head full of acid

Then put the blunt out on the dash before the tunnel

I’m spun and got an interview in twenty

Bump ups so by the time I’m at the club I’m sobered up

Rambling on while some freelancer pretends to be familiar with my catalogue

Where you from?

West Orange

Describe your style.

Retarded

What’s the Hip Hop scene like on the East Coast these days?

HOT garbage

What kinda drugs you do?

All of 'em

Favorite food?

Hot sauce

Weapon of choice?

Ball point pen

Where you shop?

Division East, but people give me clothes for free

Favorite venue?

Meatlocker where no-goods would smoke leak up in the sideroom

I be high too, cheers and brews with dudes that ain’t never finished high school

Rough and young is the fuck up for animal blood

Two hundred kids, one unisex bathroom covered in mud

I’m just glad to be piss-drunk in such good company

And let the tumbleweed bring out the inner monk in me

Like if the sound system’s busted, then fuck the beat and catch wreck to an a

capell-- suckers

Leave.

(Get them out of there.)