by The Guy Who Pays. (c) 2009: The reason I say hey is obvious man, I am the guru of the earth…The Guy Who Pays! Yep, love me. I am resonant only to my own future thoughts…fuck it hurts. Urban Images 1991, hot sunny day in July walking around Covent Garden, London espousing dreams and futures for everyone. I looked cool with my millionairess girlfriend Muna rocking all kinds of peoples minds with her beauty and my suave debonair good looks. No thongs in sight. Need there be? I projected a future of perfection…the black people were going to win the arguement. What arguement? The arguement? What arguement, hey? Right listen…the arguement about who was better than who, simply as that. Why? Well, look Beyonce is earning your money , JZ  is earning your money what black artist, Designer, writer, poet, urban entrepeneur isn’t? Indeed  do you see these too pictures? The one on the right and the one on the left? Developed as black ghetto styles at the end of the 80’s and 90’s…well, it is now the worldwide style. Just a change of a word: Urban, from inner city, to dupe these rich shits into believing that we are all alright and we are all going to make money together. What happened to white people all you young people…There is no obvious black and white no more…every girl is caught by the virile black hip hop bug. What has come with it is the black sexual taste…derierre. I do understand…I am The Guy Who Pays. Do you really want to now something…I think the future is brown.