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Mike iLL - Diary of an iLL Boy

What do we got? NyQiLL last night was rather fly. There’s some cat there who is supposedly friends with the president, Bill Clinton? Oh shit, that’s kind of dope. We played for a long time, dancing, singing, smokin’, drinkin’.Personally I’m getting a bit tired of being stoned every night.

Discipline baby, discipline. I wanna get rich and have wives and babies and world wide travels with many languages. Buy mom a car. Buy Daddy a Pancreas.

Zef Noi$e is so phat on violin, it continues to blow my mind, and I’ve been listening to the mother since he’s 7 years old.

Keep takin’ us there homes. I swear we’ll be dead someday.

Kill Audio continues to bust out new sick-next-level beats and shit. Benny Raw; Makin’ em move. Here’s a lyric emerged from the chaos (Jim “Radio” Rado):

                         Momalian Australian Stalion Alien

Chanted fast . . . and YO. What???? Oh yea, Fuckin’ W.S Burrough’s. I fuckin’ love his work. Here’s one: “Unless writing has the danger and immediacy, the the urgency of bullfighting, it is nowhere to my way of thinking… I am tired of sitting behind the lines with an imperfect recording device recieving inaccurate bulletins…I must reach the front.” W.S.B. And on that note. . . oh yea, the new hang on Tuesday night’s: Open Mic.

at Maxwell’s. Someone said something about “us clumsy seers”. Can you dig that?

Can you dig opiated hash? O b l i t e r a t i o n.c o M** |

StareMaster Mike ILL

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19/08/1997