Disneyland is to my mom like New York is to me; the happiest place on this planet. Maybe not THE happiest, but pretty darn close. I went just cause I'd never been, but I assumed it would be my style. I kicked it in Brooklyn for a large portion of the time. Got to go to the M.I.A. show and roll with all those guys till about 5:30 in the morning!
That was by far the highlight. Dante's chicken, boogeyin wit Rye-Rye, Blaq tried to steal my sweatshirt (not really, he just misplaced it after he wore it), Zakee high as an SR71, Gina takin care of the lil dancers, and Mos Def just rollin around. Not to mention Jose and Cisko's shimmy.
Pretty crazy. After that night I did saw some of the tourist stuff, which didn't do much for me, so I just went into all the famous ghettos and projects that my favorite hip hop stars flow about: Marcy, Bed-Stuy, Queens Bridge, 139 and Lennox, and South Bronx. All the while I listened to the appropriate song that correlated. I also spent too much money on fresh gear, which was cool. It was a pretty amazing trip, with the exception of JetBlue, the worst customer service ever. I hate them as much as I hate fascism. 
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You know you love fascism, stop pretendin' to be a hater
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