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Hello the my acquainted fellow manly men and womanly women.

After going to the dangerous deep land of the eternal purging flames, wrestling thousands of ferocious screaming being of dark thafom, then resting in the forever upon the land of the souless while combating the army of the dead and giving the mighty creator a shoryuken for the nookie.

Then finally, dancing metaphorically with the billion-th of a quintillion searing cast blades burning like ember to the immense calibre of fine shards of silk using nothing but shear Triceps, Biseps and the almighty power of Odin to guide them unto the dust of plain of the cold embark.

Grasping the thick mixture of carbonited oxidated fuel for the a tight soring fuction of the respiratory advancement to conjure mind, body and will to let me embelish on the sweet freedom of sentience, rising from a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute,just sit right there,I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air!

In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground was where I spent most of my days, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool and all shootin some basket ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood.
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared.
She said "ou're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"

I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suit case and sent me on my way.
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket,
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it".
First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
"Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?"
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so,I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air.
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out, I ain't trying to get arrested yet, "I just got here", I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared!?!?!?
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare,
but I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later', I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air


And that's why i've been away... QUESTIONS???