This is getting out of hand. I had a dream last night ... that I was hanging with a group of friends (whom I don't know in real-life) and we were freestyling on some game console which measures rhymes and rhythm. I choked like Eminem in 8 Mile and couldn't turn anything out, and started looking around and reading sides of boxes to rhyme to, before I relaxed.

I guess that's why freestyle wars are mostly about talking about how great they are, and then smack talking the other guy -- because that doesn't really change from war to war. And they can easily get comfortable at it. And it probably makes them feel better to slag on the opponent a little, feel a little tougher, more hardcore.

Heck, what do I know: I was rhyming to sides of cereal boxes in my dream.