When I was a kid we used to play a game. Let the games begin. Let’s mix up hip hop with jazz, funk and classical samples. What you get is: playing games with different genres, or, as some like to call it, experimental hip hop. I think you know the rules of our game. Rules? You mean the conventional today’s society-expects-this-and-that-of-you-rules? Those rules? Those useless, irrational and purely based on conformity rules?? While you be acting macho, I try and switch it up. Oh. Oh, I see. You mean those games. My bad. I see the games you play, and the traps you lay. Yes, those games are indeed very obvious to the average female. But I let you play them anyway. That’s life, ain’t it? I do what I do, and you do whatever it is you do. I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do. It’s like society really. Your world is make-believe. Bam! Girl power in this dude’s face. Yes… Yes… Any female knows the type of guy you speak of. The I’m-just-gonna-make-this-girl-mine-and-it’s-in-the-bag type of guy. The otherwise useless guy. Take away his charm around women and what’s left is … some unknown guy. Well now, you’ve been faking the funk since the beginning. “Faking the funk”. Awesome alliteration there. Gotta use that line in my day-to-day communication with assholes. But okay. That game, you mean. I thought you meant the whole society-faking-democracy-game. Though… if you think about it, you could imagine society as your regular asshole… I mean, they do seem to share the same qualities. Just sayin’.

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