Friday’s feelin’ kinda slooooowwwww. Time’s draggin’ right now, and I’m not really feelin’ any of this post-thunderstorm rain-blanket bullshit that I have to walk through right now. But I think I’ve found a way to mitigate the drudgery. Found this chopped and screwed Bart Pimpson mixtape from HoodStar Chantz, cut up and pitch-shifted by DJ AudiTory. And it’s doing me a straight solid right now.
You know when you’re out there jogging, or running, or (more accurately) hacking up a lung trying to impress the twins that just moved in across the street? If you need that extra push, then you throw something spastic, angry, loud, and fast onto your phone and get hype. It helps, right? If only on a psychological level. Takes your mind off of how quickly you would die if you had to outrun a lion right about now. This kinda works like that; making you immune to how this sticky, muggy, insufferable Friday isn’t moving nearly fast enough. Try not to slip into a prometha-coma and miss out on your entire weekend, though. That’s some backfire shit that you don’t need right now.
Stream it!- CrimeZone20xx