My name is Professor Schmidt, but eveyone calls me T-Killa. I come from a long history of rap moguls and crack-addicted superstars. When I was a youngling in gentlemen's school, mother said, "You could be president one day."
That was obviously a false statement because even at that young age my career ambition was to be a proctor of knowledge and a huge hip-hop phenom. I would ball every day with my "home-boys" and wax poetic in the B-Boy style.
I obtained a 4.0 from my alma mater, Heavy D's Refined School for Smacking B-words, and was immediately hired at BSU.
My thoughts for you is to consider this following statement:
Crack is whack. But a glass of NyQuil will cost you $50 on da streets.
Peace out and keep it on the downlow.