I love you my dude.
But your boy is a bitch and a herb and a pussy and he made his bed. Fuck him.
i find this shit funny cuz of all the cats on this board to heckle or try to fuck w/, why cos, he one of the few i can count on my hand from this board who actually live what they do, day in day out, dude been runnin streets since way back puttin shit down, from walls to 12's, thats the real shit most motherfuckers on this site wish they could be, but front on the strut that they are... a wise man once said pick your battles wisely...
& before some leva hollers no ayo, i never even met cos face to face but real recognizes real, carry on fine sirs...
Why Cos, ha?
That's the easiest question I could answer in this entire thread.
It's because once I came on to this board a few years back, for the longest Cos was the biggest unecessary dickhead to me out of the whole bunch. I could be in a back-and-forth discussion with Faux or Paycheck and even though we'd be clowning each other, we'd pretty much stay on topic. Then like clockwork Cos would step in to throw out some of his irrelavent, projectionist bullshit like "look at this dude, his life must be pathetic." I mean, I can even deal with Ronald McDonald jokes, which as a kid would force me to knock dudes the fuck out, better than some bandwagon bitch shit like that.
So basically dude sparked up an internet rivalry with me. That was his decision, not mine.
And every now and then I give it to him.
And as far as I can tell, the entirety of soulstrut then acts like crying ninnies over it.
Forget that the 3 times that I've ever had anything published on The Rub, that they were all done in an overtly positive light.
Forget that I've met both Cos and Ayres in person and there was absolutely no static.
My shit-talking about The Rub is confined to this board, which is exactly where Cos started shit with me.
So friggin lighten up already and realize that just because you collect/spin music and can even cite a fanbase that the whole damned world doesn't have to in turn kiss your asses.
And quit thinking you can dictate the direction of every friggin thing you touch.
Talk about pathetic...
