yo he's clearly not Matt
cause he spat dat brat-pack scat -
flings flack before you can hit back
smack! rattles yo brain, we ain't to blame
happens when there's too much slack
ya stem looks inflamed
this tug of war ain't a game
my aim is to raise yo minds
break the signifiers from the signs
deal Semiotics like semi-automatics
my mic control is perfect
made due by all the practice
Face and me keep shit movin' off the static
recievers comin' in clean
gleams style like my rhymes reign supreme
dials in like a dream
so you can call me Karem
hook shots with verbs nerds know what they seen
the flow that don't stop like nose bleeds that don't clot
the house party that's all stock by the shine that i brought
i plots schemes to the beats
that drop like a bomb like you and your mom
i mean when you were a baby
and your head got the harm
i'm just gonna stop cause my jestin's gettin' wack
cause real hip hop heads just keep they packs on they back

now we wait for paras to delete my messages.

Sweet, it worked! Nobody sets ME up the bomb!!! woo!!!

argh. It only HALF worked, although it was nicely destructive. Maybe this will work, otherwise I think it's safe to say that this webpage has set ME up the bomb.




NOW I SET YOU UP THE BOMB!!!

Maybe because I'm just tired, or I'm just stressed about my exam tomorrow, but I'm getting damn sick of you, whoever the fuck you are. At this point I really don't care, at first it was all in good fun but now it's getting to the point where I'm getting pissed off with this entire charade. Once upon a time the profanity was hilarious, but now I'm just getting mad, maybe it has something to do with the lack of respect you have of certain recent events to so blatantly "talk" in such a manner, especially with the flow of the conversation.

Anyhow, I'm getting mad… and if you know me as well as I think you do… you don't want to get me mad.

I'm going to bed.

Fuck Off Asshole.

BOOM BIZOUNCE!!!

That's it. I've had a enough. I'm officially setting this webpage up the bomb. BEHOLD:



FEAR THE FACELESS WRATH!!!

...and from Paras, I quote: "That was lame! It wasn't even a real baby. And she didn't get a touchdown!"

Didn't get a touchdown? Hello? Everybody knows that "Olay, trobachov!" means "fuck yeah, I got a motherfuckin touchdown with that baby!" in Swahili-creole. You idiot. And it wasn't a real baby??? You think it would be funny if it was a REAL baby!?!! You SICK fuck!!!

I suggest you watch it again, you child-abuse-condoning bastard. Some granny should set YOU up the baby-kicking bomb. Then we'll see who laughs!

DOUBLE-YOU-TEA-EPH!?!!! Idiots!!! I just gave away the answer to the mystery person, as did Paras! HELLO!?? It's CLEARLY not MATT.

And no, you weren't in my social class, so shut the fuck up before I set you up the bomb.

Yeah, I learned about Kari on Tuesday, didn't know what to think... just one of those things that hits you like a ton of bricks. Never saw it coming...
Had quite a few classes with her throughout high school, talked rarely with her though.

I too was in Kari's Grade 12 social class.... I think, memory's a little hazy. Crazy Wallace and his surfing on the web for fishing stuff sitting in his crazy chair...

As for our mystery person... Matt Lisac?