"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream." -- Willy Wonka
"You can say to this mountain, 'May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea,' and it will happen. But you must really believe it will happen and have no doubt in your heart. You can pray for anything, and if you believe that you've received it, it will be yours." -- Mark 11:23
The road to success is often filled with goons and goblins. But if you want something badly enough, it will dominate your mind until it begins to manifest itself into physical reality.
Here is video footage of the President performing over 20 minutes of material in front of Brisco (and Flo Rida, who was standing behind the camera person). Think of this as a sort of d.i.y. version of American Idol.
If Brisco is the Opa-Locka goon, then I'm the Kendall goblin. If Miami was Israel, Kendall would be Jerusalem and Opa-Locka would be the Gaza Strip. Hold on, reverse that! If I am the President, Brisco is the Dictator (he was featured on Lil Wayne's Grammy-winning Carter III album). Brisco is stepping in and getting the President signed to Cash Money Records! I have been trying to get signed to Cash Money for the past couple of years! Prunk TV is all about Miami! I love you Brisco!
I asked Brisco (who is signed to Poe Boy Records and Cash Money simultaneously) how the President could be on Cash Money, and Roofless Records at the same time. "Speak it into existence. That's what I did." OK. Yes! Hear ye, hear ye! The President is Cash Money/Roofless all day! Congratulations to the Green Bay Packers for winning the Super Bowl, and congratulations to the people of Egypt for a successful revolution!
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Brisco and I are both on the verge of releasing our highly anticipated second albums, Street Medicine (Cash Money) and Experience Sobriety (Roofless), respectivel. So, on my never ending quest to have Lil Wayne appear on one of the President's tracks, I asked God to lead me to the Promised Land. And God led me to Poe Boy's hideout in the depths of Opa Locka, where Brisco is tweaking his music beyond belief in the laboratory.
This is the kind of street medicine that makes your brain freeze for about a minute, before you blow out the tornado sized cloud of smoke. Peace.