BART meet NAS

"One love to my thug ni**a's...yeah, mutha fucka...you fuckin' with a changed man...Ooooh..."

Those are the word's I'm hearing on BART right now from a guy who looks like Nas, while he's listening to his IPod. Showing the Bay Area that he got mad mother fucking skills (*currently, I'm throwing up a peace sign looking all crazy and shit*).

It started off like a rap video. Sorta like CB4's "Straight outta Locash". You know, when MC Gusto and his posse break through that piece of construction paper that was a map of Los Angeles, and they just started bustin' mad rhymes.

Yeah, the BART door opens and enters Mr. "Nas" himself, rappin' away to some jam that he wanted all of us passengers to appreciate. It started with a little mumble then he just went crazy and got louder and louder. Dropping mad shit about drinking, smokin' and big booty bitches. It was quite lovely. So lovely that the white guy standing next to him, reading his Bible, did the sign of the cross in hopes that Jesus would forgive this poor bastard and give him a job that didn't involve singing.

The best part was that "Nas" was such in a zone that he didn't care. He was flowin', and the #1 rule when you flow is simple: feel that fucking music and perform like you rappin' with Jay mother fucking Z...regardless if that shit is on a train carrying a bunch of students, working class citizens and some suspected murderers. Hey, I feel you "Nas". I was entertained bro. I just wish that when you sang the chorus that the chick was suppose to sing, that she was with you b/c quite honestly, that part sounded like straight shit.

But hey, who the fuck am I to judge? I'm just a guy who writes bullshit about cool dudes like yourself.