Read Everything That Dunks Must Converge

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by Bryan Harvey

Truth & lies in Pixar's 'The Good Dinosaur'

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by Bryan Harvey

A world of child soldiers & cowboys

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by Bryan Harvey

To their own devices: Pablo Larrain's 'The Club'

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by Bryan Harvey

I'm Lil Wayne's Ghost Writer: Tha Carter #568

August 9, 2008

(giggles) Weeeezzzzyyyy...I wrote this one while eatin' waffles...with syrup on em....

Other emcees can't see what I see.
They're like A B C, and I'm already at Z,
so I catch me some Z's
and try not to sneeze
cause then you'd have to bless me please,
and I'm already too godly on the mic,
that's right, I'm starlight--
second star to the right.
I patrol these rhymes like a pirate.
Treat beats like seas
catch me if you please. I hear no pleas,
which means I leave bodies in my wake.
Don't even use coffee to stay awake.
I rake emcee's like they were dead leaves
and let the muse breathe.

This battle of wits ain't fair.
I'm a blue ribbon at the state fair...
the Mad Hatter and the March Hare.
You're a blink; I'm a stare.
Can't hunt me; I'm a breed that's rare.
I'm Santa; you're the tooth fairy,
except I come more than once a year.
I'm "have no fear; Brooklyn is here!"
and if papers could talk, my name is what you'd hear.

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
I runover you like dear me
I just went backwards from Z
and you were still on C...B...A....uh huh...Wwwweeeeezzzzzyyyyyy!!!!

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