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The car’s a ‘93, and under the hood is raw
But in my rear-view mirror is the mutha fucking law
I got two choices, y’all: pull over the car or
Bounce on the double, put the pedal to the floor.
I’m not tryin’ to see no highway chase today,
plus I got a few dollars so I can fight the case. So I
Pull over to the side of the road and I heard,
“Son, do you know what I’m stopping you for?”

” ‘Cause I’m young, and I’m Asian, and my car’s really low?
Do I look like a street racer, sir? I don’t know?
Am I under arrest? Or should I guess some more?”

“You were doing 55 in a 54.
License and registration, and step out of the car.
Is your engine modified? I know a lot of yours are.”

“Sir, I ain’t steppin’ out of shit, all my mods are legit.”

“Do you mind if I look around your car a little bit?”

“Well, the intake’s CARB approved, so are my headers and cat-back,
And I know my Rights, so there shouldn’t be any need for that.”

“Well aren’t you smart as a tack? Are you some time of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?”

“Naw, I ain’t passed the BAR, but I know a little bit..
Enough that you won’t illegally smog my shit!”

“Well, we’ll see how smart you are when the Referee comes.”

I got 99 problems, and passing smog is one.

I can’t be sure that this state-of-mind is not my own design.. I wish there was an over-the-counter test for loneliness like this..

All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air.

We were the last generation who played out in the street all day. We stayed outside playing sports and rode our bicycles down the road without brakes. We were the last to record songs off the radio onto cassettes. We traveled in cars without dvd players, seat belts or air-bags and handheld games. But we are also the first ones to see cartoons in color, to play the Atari and Nintendo, and believed that the Internet would be a free world on a 56kbps modem. We are the pioneers of walkmans and chat-rooms. We learned how to program the VCR before anyone else. We never had cell phones but still kept in touch. We didn’t grow up with 100 television channels, iPads, touch screens, mp3 players and portable gaming systems… 

But we had an AWESOME time.