“I’ve been diggin into crates ever since I was livin in space Before the ratrace, before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology and bigbang theology Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so I could start blessin it Chincheckin kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords in double helixes and show them what I’m made of I buckle knees like leg braces Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of you emcees who hate us So you can try on, Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity let icons be bygones I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this I tried threats but moved on to a promise I stomp shit with or without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this.”
Anonymous said:Don't you love that feeling at the end of a super hard class where your muscles are screaming and your everything aches so badly, but you just feel so accomplished and strong and powerful? That's like my favorite thing ever, it just makes me feel so good. And the shower after a hard class, where your mind is finally allowed to shut off, and your muscles relax under the hot water...bliss.
I agree… I actually love to go out with my friends in class after a class like that to like TCBY or something and just hang out lol
Anonymous said:I'm really sorry about whoever has to die but I'm also really HAPPY!!!!! that Casey and Severide will get closer together because of it. The writers better not disappoint us with this storyline. They need to get "really close" ;)