Seriously...ever had your life flash before your eyes?

[Dzali OG]

That feeling you get when you KNOW you're about to die...it's a cross between , , and .

So I run up to these trap hotels dolo to handle some beef I had wit two guys. Well I'm dolo but I had that iron wit me. I know what hotel their at, but not the room. My nikkas, I just start knocking on doors and when someone answered I'd just rush the room ready to start swinging. Did that act about 4 times before I bump into this J and describe the two guys I'm looking for. Like all J's he's more than happy to accomidate me and points me to the room.

So I get ready for the rush...awww shyt now, IT'S ON! These fukk nikkas can't fukk wit son on no hands shyt! I'll whip both these nikkas ass for testing! I don't even need the iron so I hide that shyt in the courtyard and go knock on the door.

I mean I'm so sho...I don't even take my CLEAN ASS leather coat off. And it wasn't some cheap, hide from the cow nuts shyt either! That shyt weighed it seem like 50 lbs...hoes loved that coat .

I go knock on the door and one of the nikkas opens the door with the chain still on it....

I give that nikka a and bust the door open. The nikka who answered wasn't really who I had beef wit so I just brush past this nikka and set it on the nikka I'm after. I hit that nikka wit a forearm shiver and he falls on the dresser. I got one hand on his throat holding him and I'm giving him the work with the other. Beating that nikka while talking shyt to him...forgot all about his homie...not really caring cause cuz was like 6'5" 150lbs.

While I'm whippin on ol boy I feel a sting in the back of my head . Couldn't ignore that shyt...nikka had done hit me with his keys in his hand. I turn on son like and I just scoop his light ass. I slam him on the floor and I'm about to pulverize his ass and.....

I felt something I never felt before brehs! I thought someone had pulled out the Ray gun and blasted me with that shyt Predator shot nikkas with. It was like the pits of hell had swallowed the room and the temperature had risen to 1000 degrees!

I was paralyzed and just frozen on top of ol boy. I couldn't breath...nothing. The nikka must have noticed it because at first he was like "where the hell did the ass whippin go". Then he turned and rolled me off him. I was basically a piece of meat. My body couldn't move and my mind could just barely function.

All I knew was that...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................THESE nikkaS BOUT TO BEAT ME TO DEATH!!! And sho nuff them nikkas began on my body. My last thoughts were "This some bullshyt...I was gonna win easy...now I'm dead".

I think I blacked out some cos next thing I know them nikkas dumping me out the room into the freezing December air. I lay there for I'm guessing an hour until my body cooled off and I could breath and move again.

The crackhead J was .

The nikkas had bounced because when I could drag myself to my feet I was "lemme get my iron for these fukk nikkas" but the room was empty.

Still, that feeling of knowing you're dead is a feeling I will never forget...

I've had others...

 

[god shamgod]

this nikka look like jeru tha damaja and trayvon martins dad

 

[Ego Noir]

what did they hit u with?

 

[Dzali OG]

what did they hit u with?

What happened is I had a fukkin heat stroke from wearing that heavy ass jacket while fighting. I never knew why nikkas took their shirts or coats off until then.

 

[MikelArteta]

Just when I had my accident. Was like five seconds but it literally felt a eternity as my car entered the water

 

[Dzali OG]

this nikka look like jeru tha damaja and trayvon martins dad

I'll be dat...

 

[Ultimate Warrior]

***snorts 29seconds**

Yep, when I was goin raw on the girl im with now, and that tingling feelin came and my entire life from the time we started the session, til the consequences of pullin out vs staying, I saw myself as a father goin to my seed's first wrestling match, teachin them how to not get messed over by the big wigs in the industry.

So i stayed in

,

 

[mortuus est]

cool story bro

 

[ℒℴѵℯJay ELECTUA]

this nikka look like jeru tha damaja and trayvon martins dad

lmao hahahahah that's pretty true!

 

[BillCosbyAteMyHomework]

Just when I had my accident. Was like five seconds but it literally felt a eternity as my car entered the water

 

[Action Jackson]

Twice. Once when I was shot at and the other when the truck I was in was hit by tractor trailer.

 

[Tunez]

Dam how you let your big ass coat turn on you.

 

[Eddie Jordan]

I had to poop so bad I was running across the room I felt shyt drippin down my legs..I was whole time

 

[Beegio]

More than a few times, but the most recent, and most ridiculous one takes the cake.

Basically, there was only 1 week left before red snapper season ended here in Florida. I been trying to get out to the Gulf of Mexico to this wreck about 3 miles off shore, but the seas were 3-5 ft high, and I'm fishing in a kayak, mind you. So after 2 straight days of having to turn around and fish in the bay, I noticed that the next day's sea report had the wave swells at 2-4 ft. I'm like I can do this son!

Usually I'll roll a few joints and puff while I'm out in the sea paddling, but I knew I was going out to the Gulf alone, so I was like, nah, let me be in full control of my faculties in case some shyt go south. So I paddle from my house to the "pass" (access to the Gulf of Mexico from the bay). Inside the bay, waves are very manageable, but you still have to be aware because the seas change constantly, but the real oceanic body of water, not blocked by key islands and such, is a whole different beast. As I'm traversing the pass, the wave swells are above my head, but they're smooth , and I have about 5-6 seconds in between wave swells, enough time to come down off the decline of the wave, and set myself up for the next wave to come. I get about a mile and a half out into the gulf, and I start seeing white capping and erratic waves a short distance, half a mile or so, away. I start looking around and notice I'm the only person out here. Usually it's a gang of boats out here fishing, but not on this day. I start getting a little nervous now, thinking to myself

"fukk this shyt, let me turn my ass around", I says to myself. As soon as I make my 180, a wave slams me outta nowhere, and my weight, and the weight of the gear I had started shifting, so I had to dive off the kayak so that bytch wouldn't tip over. I had plenty of practice flipping my kayak over, both voluntarily, and involuntarily, but that was in the bay where the waves are mellow, not in the Gulf with 2-4 ft seas. So I successfully dove off the kayak without it flipping over, and I frantically get back in it. Now I'm in the rough shyt because the tide is going out, and I turned around trying to go back in. It got to the point where the waves were pushing me and I'm in the kayak surfing, because of the force of the waves, and usually when the waves are surfing me like that, I love it. But that's in the bay nikka, not in the Gulf

So I'm rowing, and I'm using buoys to track my progress. They're spread out about half a mile apart, and I was out to the 3rd buoy before I turned around. I get back to the 2nd buoy, and I start noticing its slow going. That outgoing tide was moving at about 4 knots, and full speed paddling on flat seas in a kayak is about 3-3.5 knots. At this point I'm fighting against the tide to stay in one place. Trying to scoot in the kayak and everything fighting for every inch I could move forward. I would have to periodically shake my arms out to keep up the pace, but every time I shake the fatigue out of my arms for like 5 seconds, I slip back about 10 feet.

Suddenly, I see a 20 foot boat, and a big ass sail boat coming my direction going back into the bay. Problem is, I'm a proud and stubborn nikka, and I knew I got myself into this shyt, so I was gonna get myself out, or die trying. I just knew I was dead before I saw those two boats, but ain't nothing I can do about it but keep fighting to get back to the bay. The first boat passed and I just let it, and then shortly after, the second sail boat passed me and I let it. Then I saw that sail boat make a 180 and turn back towards me

Now I know I said I'm a proud nikka, and pretty much accepted my fate, but I'm not stupid, and if help is offered I'm gonna take it. About 5 minutes later the sailboat comes by and there was 2 men and 1 woman onboard. One of the guys asked if I needed help and I said hell yeah. So I use my anchor line, take the anchor off, and throw the line onto their boat as it passed. Then I had to scoot from the middle to the tip of my kayak to try and tie it off in the front, but with both of us moving, and how crazy the tide was, the line ran out before I could tie it off. We tried this two more times that way with no success, so I decided to dive in the ocean, and position myself toward the front, so that when they passed and I throw them my line, it would be already tied at the front. I also noticed about 5 or so dolphin about 20 feet away from me, and I'm thinking "what if these are some a$$hole dolphin, and start pushing my kayak away from me while I'm in the water just for shyts and giggles". Anyway, the sailboat made it's 3rd attempt to come alongside me to catch my line. My kayak is already tied off, I throw my line again, and dude catches it...SUCESS!! Now this anchor line is about 20-30 ft long, so I had to shimmy that shyt while these waves are tossing everybody around, even the sailboat was having a hard time. So as I'm shimmying, my swim trunks start falling off my ass, and end up at my ankles.

This wasn't the time to be bashful though, so once I reach the aft platform of the sailboat and pull myself out of the ocean, dikk swinging, I'm like "thanks for the rescue". We're now going through the pass, and this big ass 47 foot sailboat had a hard time getting through. I start seeing my kayak shooting towards us because of the way the seas were acting. It would whip towards us and then slack, then at the end of the slack, it would tighten, and shoot the kayak towards us again. Then the fukking line snaps. They turn the boat around, and I dive off, swim to the kayak, tie it up again, and shimmy the line back to the sail boat, once again, swim trunks to my ankles, Jimmy just a swinging. Same thing happens again with the line snapping and the kayak breaking free, but this time I'm like fukk it That kayak was a thousand, but this sailboat is like $200k, so I said don't worry about it. My cell phone was on it too. We safely got back into the bay and they were like we still have about 3 hours to get to where we're going, so are you ok if we drop you off on shore up here? Yeah right, fukk outta here.

So while I'm swimming (on the parts where there was no where to walk) and walking the shoreline back to my house, I was pissed that they couldn't drop me off at the crib. I was still grateful that they saved my ass, because people die ALL THE TIME out there in these waters. I lost my kayak, my fishing gear, some dope ass fishing rods, and my ipod. About a month later I get a package in the mail from Mississippi with no return address. Inside the box is my cell phone. THATS ALL!! No note saying we found your kayak you can come to Mississippi and pick it up or nothing. nikkas kept the yak . shyt pissed me off, but I'm not fukking with that Gulf of Mexico in a kayak again.
















































By myself

 

[bl2k8]

More than a few times, but the most recent, and most ridiculous one takes the cake.

Basically, there was only 1 week left before red snapper season ended here in Florida. I been trying to get out to the Gulf of Mexico to this wreck about 3 miles off shore, but the seas were 3-5 ft high, and I'm fishing in a kayak, mind you. So after 2 straight days of having to turn around and fish in the bay, I noticed that the next day's sea report had the wave swells at 2-4 ft. I'm like I can do this son!

Usually I'll roll a few joints and puff while I'm out in the sea paddling, but I knew I was going out to the Gulf alone, so I was like, nah, let me be in full control of my faculties in case some shyt go south. So I paddle from my house to the "pass" (access to the Gulf of Mexico from the bay). Inside the bay, waves are very manageable, but you still have to be aware because the seas change constantly, but the real oceanic body of water, not blocked by key islands and such, is a whole different beast. As I'm traversing the pass, the wave swells are above my head, but they're smooth , and I have about 5-6 seconds in between wave swells, enough time to come down off the decline of the wave, and set myself up for the next wave to come. I get about a mile and a half out into the gulf, and I start seeing white capping and erratic waves a short distance, half a mile or so, away. I start looking around and notice I'm the only person out here. Usually it's a gang of boats out here fishing, but not on this day. I start getting a little nervous now, thinking to myself

"fukk this shyt, let me turn my ass around", I says to myself. As soon as I make my 180, a wave slams me outta nowhere, and my weight, and the weight of the gear I had started shifting, so I had to dive off the kayak so that bytch wouldn't tip over. I had plenty of practice flipping my kayak over, both voluntarily, and involuntarily, but that was in the bay where the waves are mellow, not in the Gulf with 2-4 ft seas. So I successfully dove off the kayak without it flipping over, and I frantically get back in it. Now I'm in the rough shyt because the tide is going out, and I turned around trying to go back in. It got to the point where the waves were pushing me and I'm in the kayak surfing, because of the force of the waves, and usually when the waves are surfing me like that, I love it. But that's in the bay nikka, not in the Gulf

So I'm rowing, and I'm using buoys to track my progress. They're spread out about half a mile apart, and I was out to the 3rd buoy before I turned around. I get back to the 2nd buoy, and I start noticing its slow going. That outgoing tide was moving at about 4 knots, and full speed paddling on flat seas in a kayak is about 3-3.5 knots. At this point I'm fighting against the tide to stay in one place. Trying to scoot in the kayak and everything fighting for every inch I could move forward. I would have to periodically shake my arms out to keep up the pace, but every time I shake the fatigue out of my arms for like 5 seconds, I slip back about 10 feet.

Suddenly, I see a 20 foot boat, and a big ass sail boat coming my direction going back into the bay. Problem is, I'm a proud and stubborn nikka, and I knew I got myself into this shyt, so I was gonna get myself out, or die trying. I just knew I was dead before I saw those two boats, but ain't nothing I can do about it but keep fighting to get back to the bay. The first boat passed and I just let it, and then shortly after, the second sail boat passed me and I let it. Then I saw that sail boat make a 180 and turn back towards me

Now I know I said I'm a proud nikka, and pretty much accepted my fate, but I'm not stupid, and if help is offered I'm gonna take it. About 5 minutes later the sailboat comes by and there was 2 men and 1 woman onboard. One of the guys asked if I needed help and I said hell yeah. So I use my anchor line, take the anchor off, and throw the line onto their boat as it passed. Then I had to scoot from the middle to the tip of my kayak to try and tie it off in the front, but with both of us moving, and how crazy the tide was, the line ran out before I could tie it off. We tried this two more times that way with no success, so I decided to dive in the ocean, and position myself toward the front, so that when they passed and I throw them my line, it would be already tied at the front. I also noticed about 5 or so dolphin about 20 feet away from me, and I'm thinking "what if these are some @sshole dolphin, and start pushing my kayak away from me while I'm in the water just for shyts and giggles". Anyway, the sailboat made it's 3rd attempt to come alongside me to catch my line. My kayak is already tied off, I throw my line again, and dude catches it...SUCESS!! Now this anchor line is about 20-30 ft long, so I had to shimmy that shyt while these waves are tossing everybody around, even the sailboat was having a hard time. So as I'm shimmying, my swim trunks start falling off my ass, and end up at my ankles.

This wasn't the time to be bashful though, so once I reach the aft platform of the sailboat and pull myself out of the ocean, dikk swinging, I'm like "thanks for the rescue". We're now going through the pass, and this big ass 47 foot sailboat had a hard time getting through. I start seeing my kayak shooting towards us because of the way the seas were acting. It would whip towards us and then slack, then at the end of the slack, it would tighten, and shoot the kayak towards us again. Then the fukking line snaps. They turn the boat around, and I dive off, swim to the kayak, tie it up again, and shimmy the line back to the sail boat, once again, swim trunks to my ankles, Jimmy just a swinging. Same thing happens again with the line snapping and the kayak breaking free, but this time I'm like fukk it That kayak was a thousand, but this sailboat is like $200k, so I said don't worry about it. My cell phone was on it too. We safely got back into the bay and they were like we still have about 3 hours to get to where we're going, so are you ok if we drop you off on shore up here? Yeah right, fukk outta here.

So while I'm swimming (on the parts where there was no where to walk) and walking the shoreline back to my house, I was pissed that they couldn't drop me off at the crib. I was still grateful that they saved my ass, because people die ALL THE TIME out there in these waters. I lost my kayak, my fishing gear, some dope ass fishing rods, and my ipod. About a month later I get a package in the mail from Mississippi with no return address. Inside the box is my cell phone. THATS ALL!! No note saying we found your kayak you can come to Mississippi and pick it up or nothing. nikkas kept the yak . shyt pissed me off, but I'm not fukking with that Gulf of Mexico in a kayak again.
















































By myself

Niggras be kyaking