sun, my wrastlin' game is trump tight. I tussle with the kappa that kicked the ninja turtles' asses out of the brooklyn sewers. HIs name is Kappadona. He can flow and write too, but you can only see his tags under the moonlight of every 5 full moons... He has a piece on the brooklyn bridge, you gotta be in dumbo to see it, it's massive!
ha! there are no dopplegangers, only those who seek the same purpose. am i a man behind a mask, or a mask in front of a man? do i use chaos as a means to bring justice, or justify my chaos with a smile? rest assured, though...this gobby aint much for a concrete jungle...gimme trees, a strong drink, and a gentle breeze.