/me sits down at his kitchen table.
/me switches on his handheld radio.
/me turns the dial back and forth, finally settling on an underground rap station.
/me listens to the song as it plays through the radio's speakers.
/do The song ends.
/me shakes his head in disbelief.
/do *thinking* Damn, 'dey all goin' after Kofi. Gotta admit, 'dis song hella hard.
/me turns around, grabbing a pen and paper sitting near the middle of the table.
/do *thinking* But it ain't hard enough...
((You sure know how to make a quality diss track. Respect.))