Love Beats Rhymes Page #2

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You smell like f***in'

balls and underarms.

You want somethin' to eat?

As if I would eat

something over here.

Where's Malik?

How we supposed to know where Malik at?

Matt, you seen Malik?

Nigga, do I look like

his f***in' parole officer?

Let me go upstairs

and get my bag.

Uh...

What?

You can't just be goin' in

Malik's room when he not here.

You can't do that.

Since when?

Go grab her!

Coco!

Yeah?

Yo.

What up, what up, what up?

Reasons and Matt said you weren't here.

What are you doing here?

Nah, I'm chillin', I don't know

why they said that, I'm just...

Guess what.

What?

Richard Reid is gonna

give us another chance.

For real?

Yes!

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Hey all right. That's what I'm

sayin', so let's put some sh*t down.

Let's do our thing, right?

Right, what?

I was...

I was write... I was writin'.

I was workin' on, you know,

I'm workin' on the lyrics.

I got these...

I got this sh*t in my head.

It's crazy, I just had like

this epiphany and sh*t.

And I was collabin' on some...

Actually, she got a new...

I got... we got verses.

We got hook... co!

Co!

Coco! Hey!

Coco!

Sh*t.

What the f*** is wrong

with y'all niggas?

You know I got... You know

I got shorty upstairs.

What's wrong with y'all? Why

didn't y'all say somethin'?

You know how the f*** she is, man.

The f*** is wrong with...

She just stormed in here.

Twiddle Dee, twiddle dum over here.

What the f***, man.

The time is up, coco.

You have got to

get back to school.

Do you know how many sacrifices

your father and I made

so that you could go to college?

You wanna rap?

That's fine with me.

But from now on you gonna have

to do it between classes.

Hey, coco. Coco!

What?

I thought you'd be

working on your demo.

I'm doing both. Just need eight

more credits to graduate.

What are you taking?

I have an accounting class at

3:
00, just to finish my major.

And then just lookin'

for some bullshit course.

I got the perfect

bullshit for you.

Easy a.

Nah, no, no, no.

Yeah. Trust me

on this one.

No, no, no.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No.

Yeah.

Poetry?

Hell, no.

Just give it a chance.

Professor's gonna be amazing.

Uh, excuse me, darling.

I think you're in my seat.

I think you're blockin' my view.

Well, listen that's my bag

next to the chair.

And this is my ass in the seat.

"I don't write poetry.

"I sweat poetry.

"I drink poetry.

"I breathe poetry.

"I make love to poetry.

"I fight poetry.

"I bleed poetry.

"I once tripped over poetry,

"got angry and kicked poetry."

"I live poetry.

"For I am poetry.

"I do not write poetry.

"Poetry writes me."

Welcome to poetry 101.

I am professor Nefari Dixon.

Thank you.

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