Jessi Masi and Ganesh Masard got married. It was your first wedding. And outside of the bride, I really must say, you stole the show.
Your mom positioned you well for all that show theft for what it’s worth. For every event, you had a tailor made outfit. You wore it with grace and style. Even when you put different parts of your clothing in your mouth, you did so with elegance.
Here are some artistic glam shots from the wedding itself. Mostly because you were sleeping and I couldn’t get a great all-in photo of you to start (it’s hard to magically crop out all of the different belts that strap you in the Cybex Aton.) But also because your Eku Foi started taking the top down photos of you through your bow so I think we’re going to keep that theme flowing. From there, I thought jewelry shots would be lovely. And wouldn’t you know it? They are.
I was able to get a shot of it all coming together, with you in your mom’s arms and a hell of a backdrop that only you two could outshine.
Today my love for you is…well look at the picture, feel the words, and hear the beat. ‘Nuff said.
I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, “yes, y’all” They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small Cool, cause I don’t get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab, without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To diss the opposite then ask if the brother’s done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don’t need a cigarette, know what I mean? I’m raging, ripping up the stage and Don’t it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, cause it’s sort of, an addiction Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you’re stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes erupting Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in a code, so it can coincide My thought’s a guide 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word, cause I’m in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I gotta habit You can’t solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that’s thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I’ll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? Beware, it’s the re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain’t stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I’m fiending for a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend
After 12, I’m worse than a Gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start trembling The thrill of suspense is intense, you’re horrified But this ain’t the cinemas or Tales From the Dark Side By any means necessary, this is what has to be done Make way cause here I come My DJ cuts material Grand imperial It’s a must that I bust any mic you hand to me It’s inherited, it runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull’s back If that don’t slow ’em up, I carry a full pack Now I don’t want to have to let off, you should have kept off You didn’t keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you’re about to see A pastime, hobby about to be Taken to the maximum, I can’t relax see, I’m Hype as a hypochondriac cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke More than dope, you’re trying to move away but you can’t, you’re broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those that act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I’m the remainder So close your eyes and hold your breath And I’mma hit ya with the blow of death Before you go, you’ll remember the scene The fiend of a microphone, I’m the microphone fiend The microphone fiend
Suneet Bhatt 