**Perisher Park Edit**

Load up the Pro Tools and press 3. Studio filled with Jack-in-the-Box and Pepsis. Niggas watchin' Warstar videos, not the SVs. Yo, we are back. With stomach turnin', I get up and proceeded to write some. This is that Northern Canadian buzz. Raps, fumblin' packs of blackie mouths. Crumblin' Kush till he cracked a smile. His words legendary, wishin' I could rhyme like him. Studied his style to define my pen. That was back when the only goal was to get J-Rock through the door. Warned our brother Records, hoped Naeem Ali would let us know. Was excited just to go to them label meetings. Wasn't my record deal, but still I couldn't believe it. Me and Rocky shot the boom, hibernatin'. It was simple math, if he made it, then he not made it. Everything I had was for the team. I remained patient, grindin' with my brothers. It was us against them, no one above us. Bless our hearts. Free your thoughts. And watch them fly. Into our future. My n***a Dave had a champagne Acura. A bunch of instrumentals, I freestyled in a passenger. That n***a wore several hats. A producer, manager, director, and DJ. A high head, squabblin' bloods, Pirus and Keyways. For this little thing of ours we call TDE. I watch him take some penitentiary chances to say the least. Remember in the county building we're mixed bodily. We tried to freak the system just to make a couple ends meet. That's my n***a for ---- show. He brought Q over, but Q didn't rep. He don't have any blood on him. Even he's like, he just needs blood on him. We split Louisiana chicken, riverboat special. Sleepin' next to or through our consoles to be our refuge. He was homeless and I left home. Q said, Dot, you won't be slept on. You the n***a to bet on. Topping, giving us dominion in the home he lived in. Hoping that we see some millions. God bless our hearts. Played Phil Jackson in my early practices. Strategies on how to be great amongst the averages. I picked his brain on what was ordained. Highly collaborative. Rep pushed the label the same amongst the savages. Moose kept my name in a function that he was running. Keys kept the vultures away from me that were coming. Soundwave let me borrow his clothes for shows as a hype man. To cook up in his womb till the night ends. Time flies. I'm carrying debates of a top five. Burying my opps and allies. But I done a half job communicating feelings of being stagnant. Life was getting bigger than just rapping. To finish what I was lacking. Top used to record me back when it was poor me. And now we at the round table for what assures me. I guess my motivation was the yearning for independence. Poured everything I had left in the family business. Now it's about kindred. I want to evolve. Place my skill set as a black exec. I jog my memory knowing black hippie didn't work cause of me. Creatively I moved on with new concepts in reach. Top remember Harlem sessions. We would strategize then hit the streets then come back. Record three records I heard. To tell the truth he fucked me up when D-Man passed. The motive was his condolences but the pride crashed. I had to bypass old mythologies. Put my heart on display like it was a iMac. To all my young niggas let me be the demonstration. How to conduct differences with a healthy conversation. If that's your family then handle it as such. Don't let the socials gas you up or let emotions be your crush. Pick up the phone and bust it up before the history is lost. Hand to handshake is good when you have a heart to heart. Use your heart and not your life.