Omar: 
            Hey, have you heard "Styles?"
            
          PJ: 
            Maybe.
          Omar: 
            He sings a song 
            about gettin' high. He gets high as a kite. No lie.
            
          PJ: 
            Oh yeah. Why?
            
          Omar: 
            Just 
            wonderin'. Didn't know if people knew of it or if I was the only hearing 
            it constantly.
          PJ: 
            It's always playing 
            when my alarm goes off in the morning. I think it's the only rap song 
            on rotation now or something. I've never listened to it, but I have 
            it in my subconscious because it's on before I wake up
            
          Omar: 
            Yeah, it's just like that Cam'Ron 
            song where they keep saying, "Boy." That little high girl 
            voice saying something and people rappin' over it.
            
          PJ: 
            Yeah... I think 
            the edited version says "I get by, by, by by" instead of 
            high. 
            
          Omar: 
            Heh. 
            He gets by. With the change in his pocket. "Yo, Styles, how you 
            livin'?" "Oh. I get by."
          
          PJ: 
            And 
            all his ice. "Oh. I get by... by by by"
            
          Omar: 
            And 
            then he runs away. With N'Sync.
            
          PJ: 
            Sounds about right
            
          Omar: 
            He needs to get with Cam'Ron. It could be, "I 
            get BY with my OH BOYS!"
            
          PJ: 
            Hehe.
            
          Omar: 
            "I 
            get BOY, I get BOY, OH BOY!" And then, they'd be the first openly 
            gay rappers.
            
          PJ: 
            Actually... I think 
            there are already openly gay rappers. I remember hearing something 
            about that.
            
          Omar: 
            Really? 
            Besides Insane Clown Posse?
          PJ: 
            lol. I can't remember. There are all sorts of rappers out there. The 
            Asian ones are hilarious.
            
          
             
              |  Cam'Ron! Oh boi! | 
          
          Omar: 
            I 
            remember when Siegfried and Roy put out their rap album. Say what 
            you will, but their rhymes were TIGHT. Asian rappers? Isn't Dan the 
            Automater Asian?
          PJ: 
            I dunno.
          Omar: 
            I always 
            thought he'd be good as "Dan the Autoeroticasphyxiator."
            
          PJ: 
            Nothing like hanging 
            yourself while touching yourself to get the flow going.
            
          Omar: 
            He's 
            like, "Man, I'm gonna write me a song about this feeling! This 
            is great! I... uh... zzzzzzzzz." So there are gay rappers, Asian 
            rappers, clown rappers... How come there's no farmer rappers? Was 
            Bubba Sparxx a farmer?
            
          PJ: 
            I think so. Might 
            as well have been.
            
          Omar: 
            What 
            about Petey Pablo? Didn't he grow some tobacco or something?
          PJ: 
            No no. He invented 
            the helicopter 
            
          Omar: 
            I 
            thought that was Galileo or Michaelangelo or one of those guys.
          
          PJ: 
            No no. It was Petey 
            Pablo.
            
          Omar: 
            Man, 
            he must be OLD.
          
          PJ: 
             That's why his 
            voice is so raspy.
            
          Omar: 
            Was 
            the he the one that came up with the name, "Whirlygig?"
            
          PJ: 
            No, that was me.
            
          Omar: 
            So 
            was it Raphael or Da Vinci that invented the thing where you swing 
            your T-shirt around?
            
          PJ: 
            That was Pablo 
            Picasso. With the assistance of Timbaland.
          Omar: 
            Picasso 
            & Timbaland. Droppin' to a Tower Records near you, art criticz. 
            Then he rolled in the mud and Timbaland sampled all the splooshing 
            noises.
          PJ: 
            Peep dis shit, 
            yo. 
            
          Omar: 
            Was 
            his Blue Period when he swung a blue T-shirt around?
          PJ: 
            That was when he did it very sadly.
            
          Omar: 
            He 
            swung the T-shirt around all slow and lethargic. "What does it 
            all mean, anyway?" He began to doubt his own T-shirt iron-ons.
             
          
          PJ: 
            They were peeling. 
            And cracking. He started using those puffy iron-ons like the ones 
            mom used to make.
            
          Omar: 
            Ha 
            ha. Shhhh! She'll hear you! Mom should have gotten Timbaland to design 
            all our clothes. Or just have us wear trash bags like Miss-E.
           
          Continued: 
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