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Case Study Subject: WHO’S SAYING THIS

Students of mind may one day make endless attempts to decode, decipher and comprehend what will soon be characterized as the inner psychological workings of the worlds’ current only living lyrical genius in his prime.

Who’s Saying This- Not only unique and gifted, but highly fucking talented when it comes to the art & science behind the matching or ‘syncing’ words with sounds, (yeah iAm), but also supremely superior  with a one-of-a-kind  rhythmic fashion, oh so lyrically unmatched is (me its)that guy, appears to have a genuine passion for providing only the highest quality of lyrics, the direct result of the endless amounts of energy and effort placed into each and every line

Take note

(I’m the greatest, greater than all who’ve ever tried)                            

                                           INFLUENCE 

It should be stated that what you are now experiencing is far more than just a show of  words, the exhibition of mental prowess which appears  before you lacks only proper classification quite possibly do  to the lack of both intellect & ability of  a % few who may never fully come to realize what is taking place before there very eyes, a transformation of sorts if you will well beyond what any would suggest as normal, in fact one would go so far as to state the abilities and capabilities travel well beyond that of ordinary comprehension for those without the capability to transfer mental picture thought into literary form. Prior to this study, those who held belief in the ideal that one could truly excel at and thus reach high levels of success, wealth, and notoriety on a global scale were considered nothing more than dreamers. The idea that using words in such a context could and would lead to fortune and fame, were thought to exist only in the hearts of the desperate. A paranormal experience not soon to be forgotten, phenomena poured forth infinitely from the exceptionally gifted thought process of a calculated individual,  the un institutionalized mind of Who’s Saying This,  once cast down as lunatic always remembered from this day forward as a supreme intellectual, consider this mind numbing experiment nothing more than a mental roast of all others….

This goes out to all my critics, haters, pussy hurt ex-girlfriends and sorry ass groupie bitches you can say what want about me, web made snitches, but in the end if you can’t say it to my face then I guess isn’t real is it? So while you sit around all day posting shit up my Twitter, tagging up my Facebook with spray can insults, and blowing up my Skype like your polling for a revote, send texts to my phone just to let me know, calls and voicemails just let me hear you think oh and how about the emails, can’t wait to see either when you join me down in hell,

I tell you motherfuckers, this fucking much, keep on  yapping your lips and spill all the feelings that you want, please do, go out and tell-tell-tell, as if I really gave fuck about how you  bitches feel, saying that whatever you do however you do it, do it right now,  run and tell the fucking world, just be sure to CC all your family/friends/and favorite artist(s) as well, tell ‘em 2011 is the year is that I take on that long drive, dumping bodies in the river, heads found on the side of 45, I’m either flying G6 high or going up the state rode on that long slow ride, either way you decide, but anyone thinking they can do better bring the big guns out,  pull the trigger and let the whole case fly, ‘cause it’s go hard or go home , time leave it all on the table or tuck your chains in when I hit the mic, holding nothing back so prepare to find your career in demise, laying face down on the pavement like a junkie strung out steadily searching for the fix from the pipe, get your best  ghostwriter write those 16 tight memorize each and every hook, each and every fucking rhyme 'cause this year I'm putting together what amounts to the trillest of lyrics, high jackin’ careers  in broad daylight every time I release parts of mind, its everyman for himself fight or flight for the shine, Who’s Saying This standing strong in the end as the #1 true greatest , HOF to my fans, POS to the haters, star keeps on shining so bright, talking metaphorically I’m going historic, on verge hitting epic proportions, enough with all the bullshit back to basics with this Rx elixir of straight verbal dosage, time to teach you all some lessons, seems music is in need of a Who’s Saying This blessing, realize that what some once viewed as weak, awakens from within me slay to any producers notes, quotes, or sheets…Department of Rhythmic Supremacy 

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