so i followed suit and joined this little shitbox called friendster about a month ago. look me up under the handle "jay de los Reyes" (accept no substitutes). anyhow, other than me feeling this online community is nothing more than an online yearbook where people toot your horn and testify for you concerning everything from how big your bra size is to saving an old lady from a burning building,i felt i had to use this as an outlet to illustrate myself to the world. where my asianavenue page was previously my voice to the world, my friendster blog is a showcase of my testicular fortitude towards the world.

and i ask...what way to illustrate myself and expand on my "about me" section other than through the use of hip hop lyrics?

what im trying to say is, one way of talking about myself is bragging. hip hop is an artform; really an attitude; a swagger; a way for writers & poets to strut their stuff. through my friendster blog, im gonna catalogue every dope lyric that i know and love. mind you, each and every one of these dope lyrics are free for you and yours to use - spoken to self in your head/in front of the mirror/in front of your friends/while making love to your ol' lady/cruising in your maserati/writing an exam - with or without headphones.


here's a taste:

~THE FIRST POST***
this is the section of my friendster account where, through the use of hip hop'S ILLEST lines (both old and new skool), my about me section is further explained.

it's all swagger really.

"Dave cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin on the microphone
And then we talkin autograph, and here's the laugh
Champagne, caviar, and bubble bath
But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead
And you sucker MC's is who I please
So take that and move back catch a heart attack
Because there's nothin in the world, that [jay]'ll ever lack...

You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein
Comin from the wackest, part of town
Tryin to rap up but you can't get down
You don't even know your english, your verb or noun
You're just a sucker MC you sad face clown...

I dress to kill, I love the style
I'm an MC you know who's versatile
Say I got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards"
- run dmc

now that's one of the dopest songs out there. did you catch how they mentioned the 'lifestyle that theyre living'? back in the days, champagne, cavier and bubble baths...THOSE WERE THE SHIT. those things were on the donald trump tip back then and still are. if you aint rockin' it with some hunnies, some champagne, some cavier, and some bubble bath..well then, youre just a sucka mc, AND ALL YOU SUCKAS AIN'T ME.

and dont even get me started with the "name not numbers" on the credit card.
that's def.

run dmc


they don't call it bragging if you can back it up.
in my case however, im a real ham. checka-checkit out.