Terikan
This is going to get moved by the moderator biatches at the site, but here it is :p
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Oracle: Get yo' ass over here boy, I ain't trippin', let me see that sweet ass.
*Neo approaches Oracle*
Oracle: Mmmmhmmm, the things I could do ta that!
Neo: I, uh --
Oracle: Shut yo mouth and sit yo ass down!
Neo: Mebbe I dun wans ta.
Oracle: Biatch.
*Neo sits*
Neo: An' den mebbe I do!
Oracle: Word, Go on! Aks me yo Qs before I gets tired.
Neo: Yo sum kinda freeky ain't ya?
Oracle: Shi't, go Mattlock go!
Neo: Yo runnin' wit all dat math shiznit ain't ya.
Oracle: Raise da roof, we have a winna!
Neo: Hold up! But dat means yo da man!
Oracle: uhhh huh.
Neo: But where da luv then?
(The Oracle starts rolling a joint)
Oracle: Up shiznit creek, boy. Mebbe I lie, mebbe I dun. Wanna hit?
Neo: Hell yeah, pass dat chronic, you always gots da best weed.
Oracle: I wouldn’t be much of an Oracle if I didn’t.
Neo: Howz m'I suppoz ta get da props?
Oracle: Foo, yo didn't come for da props, yo's here to digs em.
*Neo takes a puff*
Oracle: I figgud yo'd have da smarts, but yo a thick sunbiatch.
Neo: How's yo rollin then?
Oracle: I rollin' for nothin' but this here bag.
Neo: Why iz yo down with my homies?
Oracle: The only way we iz gonna get outta dis hood is wit the math shiznit.
Neo: Who else got yo skillz, girl?
Oracle: Shi't, ain't nobody got skillz like da Oracle, but some gots da math, they be da onez akin' all funny.
Neo: I ain't seen no funnies.
Oracle: Dem brothas who's seein ghosts in angels, they funny a'ight. Dem ghosts an angels ain't nothin but math gone wrong!
Neo: Whatchu takin bout Oracle!?
Oracle: Yo, a math gets da 187 if'n it don go exile.
Neo: Wut's up wit dat?
Oracle: Mebbe it gets the da shakies or da willies, o mebbe it just ain't got da skillz no mo'. Dat math kin come here, or go ta da hole.
Neo: Where da man be.
Oracle: Yes. Dat's where yo rollin. Where da path of da dog ends. Yo seens it? The do' made wit da bling bling? Giv da 411.
Neo: I sees my gurl and shiznit go down. Da man be chasin her. She be fallin and den I wake up.
Oracle: Yo see da 187?
Neo: Nah.
Oracle: You gots da sight now, dog. Yo see'n da place wit no minute hand or somethin.
Neo: Why's kint I see wut happins ta my gurl?
Oracle: We can't neva sees past da minutes we don digs.
Neo: Yo sayin I gots ta choose to pop a cap in my woman or not?
Oracle: No, you done did it, now yo gots ta dig it.
Neo: Ain't gonna be no diggin!
Oracle: Dig foo, dig!
Neo: Why?
Oracle: Cuz yo da dog.
Neo: Wut if I getsin da put down?
Oracle: Then yo homies gets da 187. Minutes be up. Lis'n dog, gets down to dat hole ta save yo homies. Firs, yo need da hole digga.
Neo: Da hole digga?
Oracle: He done scat way back. We ain't got his digits till jus now. He being locked up by some f*cked up math. It called da Trigovingian. He's a ghetto vet.
Neo: Wutz his 1-900?
Oracle: Wut do all men wit juice want, mo' juice!
Seraph: We gots ta gezzel outs dis shizzel.
Oracle: I alwayz gots bad 411, but you a true G. Laterz
(smith enters, just as oracle leaves)
Smith: Yo Dog! Yo got my UPS?
Neo: yup.
Smith: I done gib yo da tinglies?
Neo: Nope.
Smith: Then yo down wit it?
Neo: Wit wut?
Smith: We all linked n shi't, somethin bout math.
Neo: Whatchu doin up in my shiznit then?
Smith: I popped a cap in yo *****azz. I watched you die. I wuz like "booyah!" dog. Then yo dun popped a cap in me! I dun gots my freaky on, an I couldn't help it! Yo dun f*cked my shinit up, dog. I dig it all, and gotz no mo' mastah!
Neo: Yo da man!
Smith: But dat ain't how it works, dog. We still gotz da mastah. Math always be our mastah. No denyin da groove, cause without da groove we be nothin but a poof. Da groove created us. Da groove connects us. Da groove pulls us and guides us and dat drives us. It is da groove that defines. Groove that binds us. We here to take back our groove, so throw down!
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Just kiddin to the moderators, I lubs yas.
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Oracle: Get yo' ass over here boy, I ain't trippin', let me see that sweet ass.
*Neo approaches Oracle*
Oracle: Mmmmhmmm, the things I could do ta that!
Neo: I, uh --
Oracle: Shut yo mouth and sit yo ass down!
Neo: Mebbe I dun wans ta.
Oracle: Biatch.
*Neo sits*
Neo: An' den mebbe I do!
Oracle: Word, Go on! Aks me yo Qs before I gets tired.
Neo: Yo sum kinda freeky ain't ya?
Oracle: Shi't, go Mattlock go!
Neo: Yo runnin' wit all dat math shiznit ain't ya.
Oracle: Raise da roof, we have a winna!
Neo: Hold up! But dat means yo da man!
Oracle: uhhh huh.
Neo: But where da luv then?
(The Oracle starts rolling a joint)
Oracle: Up shiznit creek, boy. Mebbe I lie, mebbe I dun. Wanna hit?
Neo: Hell yeah, pass dat chronic, you always gots da best weed.
Oracle: I wouldn’t be much of an Oracle if I didn’t.
Neo: Howz m'I suppoz ta get da props?
Oracle: Foo, yo didn't come for da props, yo's here to digs em.
*Neo takes a puff*
Oracle: I figgud yo'd have da smarts, but yo a thick sunbiatch.
Neo: How's yo rollin then?
Oracle: I rollin' for nothin' but this here bag.
Neo: Why iz yo down with my homies?
Oracle: The only way we iz gonna get outta dis hood is wit the math shiznit.
Neo: Who else got yo skillz, girl?
Oracle: Shi't, ain't nobody got skillz like da Oracle, but some gots da math, they be da onez akin' all funny.
Neo: I ain't seen no funnies.
Oracle: Dem brothas who's seein ghosts in angels, they funny a'ight. Dem ghosts an angels ain't nothin but math gone wrong!
Neo: Whatchu takin bout Oracle!?
Oracle: Yo, a math gets da 187 if'n it don go exile.
Neo: Wut's up wit dat?
Oracle: Mebbe it gets the da shakies or da willies, o mebbe it just ain't got da skillz no mo'. Dat math kin come here, or go ta da hole.
Neo: Where da man be.
Oracle: Yes. Dat's where yo rollin. Where da path of da dog ends. Yo seens it? The do' made wit da bling bling? Giv da 411.
Neo: I sees my gurl and shiznit go down. Da man be chasin her. She be fallin and den I wake up.
Oracle: Yo see da 187?
Neo: Nah.
Oracle: You gots da sight now, dog. Yo see'n da place wit no minute hand or somethin.
Neo: Why's kint I see wut happins ta my gurl?
Oracle: We can't neva sees past da minutes we don digs.
Neo: Yo sayin I gots ta choose to pop a cap in my woman or not?
Oracle: No, you done did it, now yo gots ta dig it.
Neo: Ain't gonna be no diggin!
Oracle: Dig foo, dig!
Neo: Why?
Oracle: Cuz yo da dog.
Neo: Wut if I getsin da put down?
Oracle: Then yo homies gets da 187. Minutes be up. Lis'n dog, gets down to dat hole ta save yo homies. Firs, yo need da hole digga.
Neo: Da hole digga?
Oracle: He done scat way back. We ain't got his digits till jus now. He being locked up by some f*cked up math. It called da Trigovingian. He's a ghetto vet.
Neo: Wutz his 1-900?
Oracle: Wut do all men wit juice want, mo' juice!
Seraph: We gots ta gezzel outs dis shizzel.
Oracle: I alwayz gots bad 411, but you a true G. Laterz
(smith enters, just as oracle leaves)
Smith: Yo Dog! Yo got my UPS?
Neo: yup.
Smith: I done gib yo da tinglies?
Neo: Nope.
Smith: Then yo down wit it?
Neo: Wit wut?
Smith: We all linked n shi't, somethin bout math.
Neo: Whatchu doin up in my shiznit then?
Smith: I popped a cap in yo *****azz. I watched you die. I wuz like "booyah!" dog. Then yo dun popped a cap in me! I dun gots my freaky on, an I couldn't help it! Yo dun f*cked my shinit up, dog. I dig it all, and gotz no mo' mastah!
Neo: Yo da man!
Smith: But dat ain't how it works, dog. We still gotz da mastah. Math always be our mastah. No denyin da groove, cause without da groove we be nothin but a poof. Da groove created us. Da groove connects us. Da groove pulls us and guides us and dat drives us. It is da groove that defines. Groove that binds us. We here to take back our groove, so throw down!
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Just kiddin to the moderators, I lubs yas.