I changed the world, man. Changed the world. I cooked up so much Neo-Citran in the back seat of that Buick in the summer of 94 that they changed the fucking recipe, man. Think about that. They changed the damn recipe cuz they knew that I knew that, it was, you know, some next level shit. Society, man, society wasn’t ready for that high. Nobody was ready for what I was doing in those days. Ahead of my time, you know, gonna crack the whole thing open. Politicians be running away screaming with their hair on fire and shit. But the real heads be coming to me, knocking on the window of that Buick, man, tapping away, wanting a piece, knowing that I was onto it, that I was cooking the real shit, man.

That fucking Neo-Citran was the shit. I don’t know what was in it, like what chemical or whatever, but I’m telling you, when they took it out, they fucked us all. Fucked the whole thing up, right? Cuz they didn’t think we’d figure it out. They underestimated us. Didn’t know that we can be geniuses, too.

We got pipes. They think that we don’t got any pipes? Fucking fools.

But they gotta protect their cash, gotta maintain their fucking society or whatever. Can’t have a bunch of us tripping large on their chemicals and revolutionizing shit. Cut into the profits, man. Cut into the profits.

And that’s the wall, man. It’s like not a real wall or whatever like it’s like this imagine wall of like imaginary money, right? We were gonna break it, smash the shit out of it. Chase all them flaming headed assholes straight into the river.

But they fucked with the plan. The changed the fucking recipe. Boom, just like that, gone. Now it’s some weak-ass cherry-flavoured candy syrup bullshit that don’t do shit for anybody.

But for a minute there we had it. Had those fuckers on the run.

That shit was next level. That Buick, man. Love that Buick.

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