Had a funky-ass brew n' decided ta just scrawl up some random thoughts n' post it on tha crew fortress 2 gamin forums....
Everyone tried ta create a NEW set of joints ta replace tha oldschool n' fucked wit one. Thus it came nuff freshly smoked up talez was spun n' attempted ta fill tha place of tha fallen predecessor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But even up in dat they fail ta escape tha old, fo' even tha fashionin of tha freshly smoked up is tha straight-up fundamenstrual of tha Oldskool Way. Well shiiiit, it is tha belief of a rebirth, a growth, a inner n' outa renaissizzle dat creates suttin' pimped outa n' beyond tha substantialitizzle of dat which was thence prior.
This up in n' of itself is tha grand-subversion, mankind bustin its own original gangsta meanin is ironically un-original gangsta as it has since tha beginnin of time sought freshly smoked up meanin n' freshly smoked up value. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Such a act aint revolutionary, only tha act is revolution, not a god damn thang up in n' of itself is revolutionary however n' shit. Nonetheless, dis is still necessary, vital, n' imperatizzle ta growth fo' realz. An individual growth is promulgated from stavin off from tha herd ta unknown territories, within n' without, ta discover what tha fuck is new, or like forgotten n' once discarded. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Perhaps it is thus evident dat tha creation of such freshly smoked up joints aint radical, nor is tha freshly smoked up joints freshly smoked up yo, but merely long trawled relics wit freshly smoked up meanin or moreso APPRECIATION, dat which was unpresent until now when dat shiznit was needed mo' than eva n' shit. This different pair of eyeballs, chizzled n' honed, now acknowledges what tha fuck it had fo' itz real worth, suttin' which is objectively subjectizzle yet ultimately objectively meaningful up in tha broadest sense of necessity.
This necessitizzle is fo' tha sake of living. To add one’s own meanin is ta color tha ghetto up in a most unique way. To create a funky-ass buffet of mistralitizzle which protects playa from his wild lil' freakadelic top billin follies; sin n' tha recidivizzle unto thus. For without dis ideal of growth, rebirth n' continuation one cannot reach beyond one’s failings n' limitations. One cannot seek tha betta place, as tha layman would. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! One cannot MAKE tha betta place as tha truly awakened would. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is thus dat these individual joints is a necessitizzle fo' tha act of creation, promulgation, n' sustainment of theyselves fo' realz. As they is self-servin n' self-perpetuatin up in dis manner they prove theyselves pimped outa than playa by bein up in direct line wit Da Infinite, n' yet without they lesser of playa they is merely tools lyin upon tha ground, inert n' useless.
It be all salty ta be thinkin dat without such impetus one could big up anythang substantial. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Objectivitizzle objectively sees tha ghetto but lacks tha facultizzles ta process it on tha scale wit which dis Subjectizzle Objectivitizzle can produce. For each individual feeling, is thus a impetus, thus a action n' thus further recursion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. None can occur without dis top billin of forces n' it has always been n' always shall be tha pimped out rollin force. Mere factualitizzle produces nothing, it is statement n' not a god damn thang further, n' period. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it is vacuous meanin which is thus meaningless cuz it fails ta inspire n' evoke tha Objectizzle Subjectivitizzle within our asses all.