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me and my roomates and one of their friends walked down the street a bit and showed up at this random house, my roomates friend from NYC knew one of the kids who lived there or something.. its 330am, this is after going to the bars, coming home and smoking some weed

so we walk in, theres no furniture or anything, place is covered in filth/vomit.. mountains of beer cans/40 oz's etc.. figure all right.. grab a cup, walk to the keg, look into the living room and theres 5 or 6 sketched out looking minoritys... one of them has what looks like a 1992 sony handycam.. they are the only other people in this house aside from 2 random girls, and two other younger looking kids.

2 of the guys are 'rap battling' one of them is 'laying dope beats' and the others are randomly chiming in with 'uhhhh' or 'yaaaa' or 'say what say what'

long story short, after staying there for about 20 minutes drinking some rancid beer, and laughing our asses off while these homies 'battle rapped' we decided it best to leave before we got stabbed, as some sort of coke deal was going down and we felt out welcome was soon growing short.

i was ripped out of my mind, but all i can remember was my roomate drew whispering over to me "so is this like a friendly battle, or a mean battle?"

i almost soiled my pants laughing..
oh, the best 'dope rhyme' i heard was this kid who was kinda chinese looking.. IM THE REAL STREET N*GGA, THAT DOPE BEATS N*GGA.. lol.. talk about spitting hot fire.