Every week, Amber Rose teaches her two-year-old son a new word.
This week’s word is technically not a word at all (TMZ will point this out after she’s uploaded a video of her lesson to Instagram) but it comes in handy as we try to explain to him why I am here on a Sunday afternoon—a complete stranger lounging in the palatial master bedroom of Mommy’s house in the Hollywood Hills.
Took her back to the hotel, oh my god it was awesome. I import this penmanship for the poor dependent kids who purely pessimist. Everyone got their opinion but Token don’t listen to anyone who don’t be working as rigorous as me. Them cribs, cars, trips, broads won’t last long with no wisdom dawg. That’s a fabric of your imagination, we cut from a different cloth. You little baby, and I hate these artist’s groupies. Knives closer to my back, I’m awaiting stabs from a vulture. Every last frat rap slash whack ass pack that has slack kill them dead. ‘Cause I witnessed an epiphany- mind over matter, gain mental ability. So when it comes to music, I rather spend time over cheddar. You don’t feel me ’cause I’m officially better than you ever will be. Couldn’t stop my growth potential if you killed me.
First time I spent the night with a lady so gorgeous. Man I’m telling you rappers, you don’t need to keep up, you can look at me like a poltergeist. I pour expression with my portrait pencil just to explore the precipice of pure impressiveness. Everyone saying that they can do better, if you can do better then please do it better then come to me after, but you show everyone here that you this fucking nasty. But I reload this penmanship like I’m refilling a clip to blow the premises. They just puppets, I pull strings like an organ specialist. You hear that I’m slacking it’s hearsay, blasphemous. ‘Cause I don’t got any man I’m too strange, bizarre and goofy. You start building a team and then bang it’ll hit you, a little bit success causes way bigger issues. My 16s get them hit, you’re like the 16th president, ’cause you’re innocent. But I think outside of the box that they put me in. You’re not impressive you’re called the best hope you got a blessing.
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I met this chick in Idaho after a show I did with Hopsin. And I believe in my craft Sacrifice my childhood ask my people in mass I’m used to getting mad left at sway Bring my backpack backstage And pass class that way. I do my English essay when I’m scripting with the pen game. You might be forming rhymes better than a fortified specialist but you prioritize horrendous with performance like a negligent unorganized special kid. When I don’t mortify and horrify with penmanship, the war and crime of organized terrorists will borderline be normalized, respected and supported by our lord and Christ and president. That’s my sick is spelled with an “I” and suck is spelt with “U”. But I noticed they’re only supporting to get closer. Anything to get somebody independent with tremendous potential of growth and a talent to stop thinking on his own. But I don’t give a rat’s ass, I’m the bee’s knees, see me when you have that internet. Fitness agility isn’t shit to mental energy, it is a disability. Bash you in your mind if your mind don’t remember that mine’s only clever.
Having a child out of wedlock is pretty much the number one thing you can do to fuck up your life. Never, ever assume a divorced woman is some innocent blushing maid cruelly abused by some terrible man. What kind of insecurities plague a woman who thinks getting married to a drug addict is good idea?Thought I was in love with her when I woke up to her that morning. I wanted to take her on the rest of the tour, she was down with it. So I ended up flying her out for the five last dates. Never would have thought I'd be with a random girl that I met with on the job. She flew back home, I flew back home, I made it in one piece. Thinking to myself, is it really supposed to go this well? He said the only person fit to battle me is my second personality, so I bodied him. And I don’t use the word faggot anymore ’cause critics twist my words into a spiral. You could take pictures with a gun just to be posting every flick. Wanting to beat me is like watching a Bill O’Riley Rush Limbaugh debate in hopes to grow intelligence. All my fan here ain’t arrogant cuz my tracks open minds like severe brain damages. I’m so clever when I see letters my mind is pleasured and pressured to bring ’em right together. They’re like “The way he swears so hard confuse me. ‘Cause the second I’m witnessing anybody I don’t really wanna battle but I wanna see a damn fight. Until the XXL cover will set it up, I’m a junior now, I’ll fuck a freshman up. ‘Cause everybody got their own ideas, thinking differently and now, me being skeptical is lack of humility. I’m an intricate knife getting inside literally anyone getting away with living a lie. I’m working at my leisure when I’m turning on a speaker I’ll be lurking as a creature when I burn them like a heater and I murder like the Reaper as I’m murking every feature I’ll be learning from a teacher but I’m serving like a leader. Look, performing when the moons out, meetings during the daytime. I noticed the logo and most of his quotables over my dome but don’t give no shits.” Low and behold if I’m holding your focus I’m also controlling your soul that is so any moment you don’t give me focus your soul will opened and broken in two. Your pedigree’s Slow you know I blow your dome, Jon Kennedy. It’s my plan to petrify I piss off pears till they plummet. Get them all mad when I shit on a track ’cause I’m an ignorant asshole. I’m killing the mass more than who’s shipping tobacco. I’m sicking the whack ’cause I’m sick and a whacko. I’m sixteen, but when I’m spitting women tell the kiddies that dad’s home. You’re not a small contestant, skin crawls when your jaw is spreading.Couldn't tell if I was falling for her or tripping because of her. But she was falling apart, texting me every moment. When I met him few years ago he was that guy to me. It blew my mind when he said he wanted to work with me. So before I made a move, I told him before I agree to anything, prove to me what you can do. He put money behind it but didn't care about my ideas. They colonize all your minds and occupy each thought they find. Chorus Token is a visionary in a fairly twisted, scary, scripted parody. And I’m a be the first man leading the swarm of people spit in the face of everybody who calls themselves an MC but can’t even perform. Chop ’em up like a knife or blender or slicer shredder. When you perform I’m too board like crucifixion Fiction or fact? Less than a month ago he wasn’t even allowed in rated R movies”. Like “you think you’re always right, listen to others during a meeting.” Then I find myself working on something I do not believe in. No I just know what fucking got me here and that was my ideas with no cosigning. But it’s hard to be confident when everyone implying my ideas are not enough. I’ll hit them within a minute, finna be witnessing a menus in disguise. They see me getting rid of any competition of mine. I’m urging and I’m eager to be heard of as a speaker of the words and the demeanor of a worker with no breather ’cause a verse without my ether is a church without a preacher and I’m earning but my service for the person in the bleacher. I sat down with Genius, they sat down with one at the same time. You’re putting words in my mouth, just ’cause nobody will ever put your words in their playlist. ’cause Toke’s flow so cold quotes froze most home floors those foes go in. I’ll rip out your soul, use it as the soul for my shoe, and kick your scrotum with boots. You’ll hear that I’m buzzing the years to be coming it’s clear I ain’t fronting. Some of these spitters be spitting this syllabic shit that I’m spitting this minute but when they be spitting it isn’t descriptive. But I get it right back, while you sit on your ass on twitter to have posts like “I’m so underrated but I’m killing my raps so dope you can it hit it and pass yo! The consequence is a palm to peg it and claws to stretch it. Single mothers are bona fide idiots and here is why you should never even consider dating one: First, this is a woman who clearly doesn’t give a shit about her child’s well-being and future prospects. Lumping her in with single mothers is an insult to his memory, to her and to her children. Divorced mothers are also NOT single mothers, although a huge flashing PROCEED WITH CAUTION sign is definitely in order. A single mother is a woman who had a child outside of any established relationship, or a relationship so fragile the thickest retard in the world ought to have been able to see bringing a child on board was a FUCKING TERRIBLE IDEA.