I Like Dreaming...

*HEAVYWEIGHT KNOCK OUT MC BATTLE*

ENLISH (Me)


*VERSUS*

RIHANNA (Her)


I've been having some fucking weird dreams recently.

In last nights bizarre dream, I was having an 8 Mile-esque rhyme battle with Rihanna, over beats, 3 X 60 second rounds, in Eddy Piranhas front room. Rihanna went first but didnt have much to say, I went second but she cut me off after 8 bars. I then shouted at the time keeper to say she was cutting me off, but he was busy trying to chirps Rhianna's mate (whoever she was). Luckily, Rhianna saw the injustice in this and we agreed to reschedule the battle for a later date. What a nice lady. At this point I walked out of the house to find myself deserted and lost in a country field with no evidence of my Dad's house or Rihanna in sight. Then I woke up.

That is all.

Unconscious Shit

I had a dream last night that started with a surfing holiday and ended with me having an epic samurai sword battle with Michael Ironside (pictured) next to a swimming pool. He murked the two surfer guys that were fighting with me, I then disarmed him and proceeded to slice him into pieces, at which point I woke up.

That is all.

Illuminati Got My Mind, Soul & My Body

Just dreamt me, Jay Z, Nas and DJ Manipulate were having brunch at the House Of Lords & discussing the property market.... the Illuminati are crow barring their way into my dreams... Time for drastic action.