No, not the kind of freestyle you do when you’re in the shower. Or the kind you hear the urban white kids spittin’ to each other at bus stops.
No.
I’m talking about the freestyle that you used to try to breakdance to on a piece of cardboard on the side of your house after school got out until your dad came home and told you to knock that shit off before the neighbors think you’re special. Well, at least, that’s how it was for me.

Break out the windbreakers and get your listen on.










FUCK SIIICK,THAT KINDA SOUNDS LIKE US, AND MY POPS TELLING US TO KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF