Posted 10:14 PM by Andy
I just met Tim W, the aspiring rapper who opened for Jin during his Shanghai tour. I've always believed the best rappers are those who possess three elements: lyrics, musical hook, and street credibility. I don't have formal music training or much street cred growing up in suburbia, but IMHO I can spit rhymes with the best of them. Here is a quick tale to summarize my recent journey.

Bored senseless by tech in '02, mind searching for a way back to school,
Didn't know my firm would trump S&P and the DOW, ended up in Syracuse somehow,
Ate up economics tomes like crack, but scene was ugly like Shaq
At the foul line. Cali weather I soon pined
For, LA to SF playground runs I yearned for more
Picked up poker in '03, price of tuition almost broke me
Now same as the label of Master P, No-Limit is the game that pays me
Til a phone call from the biggie of SMIC, sent me packing to the land of the Chinese
Rome at its height being torn asunder, Shanghai on the move can't satiate its hunger
To dominate the world stage, with Hooter girls making 6-kuai minimum wage
Party bosses flossing Bentleys, beggars on your legs disrupting your senses
Xiangyang purses by Prada, tourists converging like an armada
Contracts and royalties on the daily, looking for hotspots don't faze me
Sick of auditors in an endless stream, seeing my bride in a hazy dream
City was an Eden of play, but should I go or should I stay?
Then a call came from unexpected quarters, from the firm that flipped brick and mortars
Saved me from the SMIC cult, time to be an adult
Flowing in both tongues was the unsung method
Parlayed my way into eBay, wretched
No more, keep my eyes on the prize, Lord.