The Obscure

Hey hey mama. MAN I am feelin' fine. SO FINE. Well, not incredibly fine, but fine enough for it to be noticeable when in comparison to a normal Fine-Level I would have at this time in this place.
See? I don't even know what I'm talking about.

How are all you fellas doing this evening? As previously mentioned, I am feeling fine. The aforementioned fine-ness knows no physical bounds, but I am sure t'would reach a limit at some point, if left no recourse.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

So I'm real sleepy. Reeeeeeeeeal sleepy. I am going to go to bed soon. Reeeeeeal soon. But tonight I'm happy. Reeeeeeeal happy. Everything is cool on Johnny's end, everything is cool on this guy's end. We both cool, we both kickin' it fly--there ain't no party like a nick cannon party cause a nick cannon party don't stop, dig? I dig, I just bought myself a shovel, and this shovel is the manifestion of sexy. This shovel is cool, he don't worry about nothin, he don't HAVE to worry about nothin'. He knows the path to righteousness. I asked him once, he said to me...
"If you have to ask, Brother, you aint Never gonna know!"
He dug a hole through time one day, he looked into my eyes and he said to me, he said things that I should've never heard, told me tales of things he should've never had to see.

I have to go now, my mother is calling.