Lil B here. It's not such a sunny day down in my lethal legal sphere where daggers are hidden, looks are deceiving, words are bent to the untruth, and expressions can hardly be deciphered. You think your life is a funfair circus? Wait till you shake a hand with invisible needles, brittle piecemeal alliances, and unrepentant bitchings which threaten to ruin the one's reputation.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Recording

You know, recording my own voice just puts me off.

I just wanna stop and not record anymore.

I sound like a freaking little girl.

Who is a spoilt brad.

We don't need brats for moots.

We need persuasive people.
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