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TT: Ok, betta check yo self. TT: I will disregard yo' anomalous observation fo` nizzow n continue messin' as if it neva happizzle cuz I'm fresh out the pen. 

GT: Right like a tru playa'. Giznood plan so jus' chill. GT so bow down to the bow wow! Um. GT: Anyhoo thizzle a hizzle of a tragic n spendin' tale dirk now pass the glock. GT: I be still totizzle cockeyed n catawampus 'bout it all i D-to-tha-izzont evizzle kniznow wizzy ta thiznink. 

TT: Biznut yizzou believe me, right? 

GT: Oh yeah every word of it with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin! 

TT: Wizzy. 

GT fo' real: Why shiznouldnt i? You be mah nigga n i trust you like this and like that and like this and uh. 

TT: I still J-to-tha-izzust think it impressive, be all. Even wanna be gangsta all dis time. Yizzy be pretty much a one of a kizzind dude. 

GT: You gotta check dis shit out yo. Hizzay not really i just like believ'n stuff n believ'n 'n people. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. GT: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. Wait what d-ya mizzay? 

TT: 'bout what yeah yeah baby? 

GT: When you said bitch all dis time? GT droppin hits: You just told me nizzle! 

TT: Yes. 

GT: Hizzay on. GT: Blarg! Tha dizzy vuey shizzay be happen'n again cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map!!! GT: Okay i be SIZZY weve had dis conversation before so manizzle thizzay be familizzle now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe. GT: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. I rappa you bustin' tha one of a kind dude th'n n i rememba ridin' tha W-to-tha-izzord catawampus n... GT, chill yo: All of it! Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. GT: Wizzy go'n on to increase tha peace? 

TT with the S-N-double-O-P: Tiznook you long enizzle to figure it out. TT: Pages really be a sliznow burn'n class. Damn. 

GT: Figure whizzat out! 

TT: Yoe asleep. 

GT: Tru niggaz do niggaz. Oh. GT: Thats rizzay. I fell off tha platform chillin' n i gizzy i gots knocked out?  

TT: Yep. 

GT: So im dream'n. 

TT: Kizninda so bow down to the bow wow! TT: It a dizzy bizzy. 

GT spittin' that real shit: W-H-to-tha-izzats thiznat? 

TT: A place 'n tha infinite abyss where sleep'n thugz can shizzare dreams wit each pimp wizzy revisit'n memories. TT: Also where thizzle cizzay meet dead thugz n we out! 

GT: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. So we be shar'n a dizzy nigga? GT: N yiznoure currently asleep too where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'? Uh. Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. Currentlizzle 'n tha future? You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. 

TT cuz I'm fresh out the pen: No. TT: Even if I was, I wizzouldn't visit a dream bubble. T-H-to-tha-izzat only happens when yo' dream self be dead, like yizzours be. TT: Mine be not in tha hood. 

GT: Hm. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. I guess i understand? GT: So whats tha dizzle then? Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Wait. GT ya dig? Yizzle said dis be where thizzle meet dizzead thugz tizzy cuz its a pimp thang... GT: Shizzay spittin' that real shit! Dizzy be you dead now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe? Are you a ghost!? 

TT: No, dude and yo momma. Chill puttin tha smack down. I'm fine.  

GT: Then whizzay tha fuck be going on! Who be i talk'n ta? 

TT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Well, who be tha thugz yizzle rap ta whizzen yiznou have a regular dream? 

GT: Whiznat like old skool shit? Uh...  

TT: Like just a bor'n normal dream, n there a persizzle yoe talk'n ta. Whizzay be thizzat?  

GT: I dont K-N-to-tha-izzow in all flavas? 

TT: It nobody. Just a projection of yo' own mind. TT: Drizzeam bubbles don't always nee' ta be shared by drug deala or dead thugz so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. Yiznou can go ta sleep n wake up 'n one alone, reliv'n an old memory. TT: K-to-tha-izzind of L-to-tha-izzike a normal dream. Untizzle you remember it jizzay a memory, wizzy be W-H-to-tha-izzere we are now. 

GT fo' sho': Okay. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. GT: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. So with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. GT: I be hav'n like a lucid dreamy mackin' 'n a magic bubble n you be jizzy lizzy a figment of mah imagination? 

TT: Yes, basically. 

GT fo gettin yo pimp on: So im ridin' ta myself! T-H-to-tha-izzats kind of stupid! 

TT: Wizzle, yeah in tha dogg pound. Bizzle nizzot qizzuite. TT: You cizzle view me as a projection of tha real Dirk within yo' mind, as expresze' through all of your thought patterns about hizzay. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. TT: So I'm kind of a splinta of his corporeal self who happens ta lizzle 'n yo' awarizzles. TT: I'm a startlingly cloze approximizzle ta tha rizzy th'n, fo` all intents n purpozes upside yo head. 

GT: Jizzle hizzay startlingly cloze be we talk'n ya dig? 

TT: I'm not go'n ta gizzy you a bogizzles percentage liznike tha glaszes cauze that not mah shtick. TT: But pretty damn cloze. 

GT: okay thats F-to-tha-izzair. GT paper'd up: But. GT: Dawg. GT: Thizzay be sum-m sum-m that feels kind of wizzay 'bout thiznis. Yizzy bein in my heezee... its a shawty mizzle up! 

TT: What's mesze' up about it? TT: You wizzle tha one who pizzle me hizzay, with yo' intimate understand'n of all hizzay mannerisms n predilectizzles. TT: Drop it like its hot. N a splintered existence be prettizzle mizzay how he rolls. TT ta help you tap dat ass: Dis be how shit be bro. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.  

GT: Ok im sorry fo` say'n its mesze' up but... GT: Its stiznill a bit frustrat'n! Ive been try'n ta rap ta y-aw dizzy. GT: But all i git be yo' pesky brotha bedevil'n me at evizzle tizzy n your friggin rizzle punch'n me across tha ocizzle and T-H-to-tha-izzen dippin' a weird tantrum n ripp'n his nuclear heart out 'n front of me. GT: And if T-H-to-tha-izzat werent enough i tumblizzle off tha doohickey n knocked mizzy out n now im doggy stylin' D-to-tha-izzown memory lizzle with yo' fizzake brain ghost! GT: Its lizzy you be crack-a-lackin` me frizzay all sides wit imitations of yoself but neva tha REAL YOU! Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin.!! GT: Chizzay n fuck'n cracka whizzen do i jizzle git ta rap ta tha actual dirk? 

TT: Jizzay, whizzle d-ya even know 'bout someone actual self fo yo bitch ass? TT: Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. What makes it actizzle? What be "actuality?" 

GT: Whizzat a horseshitty question! Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. GT: I dont knizzow chillin' 'bout actualitizzle i G-to-tha-izzuess but i knizzow some philosizzle horsizzle when i dadblasted hear it. 

TT: I'm just weed-smokin', dis isn't reallizzle yo' F-to-tha-izzield of expertize. TT: Dirk be tha heart homey. He tha one walk'n tha path of S-to-tha-izzelf, even wizzy he doesn't know it. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. Lizzle riznight nizzy. 

GT: Bizzay what dizzle that M-to-tha-izzean? GT: N hizzle can yizzay really be made of only mah thoughts whizzay i dizzont evizzle know whizzay yizzy talk'n about sometimes? GT: Or whizzay i didnt know some of tha tizzy youre tell'n me? Lizzy 'bout bein 'n a dream bubble? GT: Hizzle can i tell myself 'bout that S-T-to-tha-izzuff tizzy brizzay ghost dizzy! 

TT from tha streets of tha L-B-C: Who sez yizzle don't knizzow those th'n on some level? 

GT: I dont think i do! GT: I have no businizzles know'n thoze straight trippin'. Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. 

TT: Pagizzles H-to-tha-izzave a lot of untapped potential. TT: That practically all thiznere be ta the class, actuallizzle. TT: Bizzay when they eventually find it, lizzook out. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. TT: N tha ones who deal 'n hope? Shit, dawg aww nah. TT: I'm scared of you already, n I'm nizzy even real.

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