Base Camp Chaos: The Life and Lyrics of a Rebel Rapper

Hi, man. Free motherfucking concert at base camp, man. We are. Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. Three black. Shit! Two blocks. Make them do a backflip. We the ones really eating niggas. Bastard caught a body 23. That was last year. Play with us and we still hoes. Ain’t no fooling up with that. Fifty