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Throughout this week and probably next, Riff Market is proud to publish some friends' remarks on Music 2006, with the emphasis on riffs. Each contributor was asked to spend only 35 minutes on his piece, though there were no particulars given topic-wise. Check back mid-day for the next one. Thanks for reading. --NBS

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YEAR IN RIFFS: RYAN DOMBAL
Excuses Never Win

To those who have heard the show me "What you Got" version by Lil Wayne: Listen to the song close enough to hear this dumb shit he says..."I have no Brain, I am retarded"..."My flow is outta this world I am a Marshen..." really wtf is up with this dude lmao...Lil wayne is just a fuckin dumbass spitting stupid shit in my opnion. -- fre$h @ Hype Beast

Marshen? Wow. Dwayne was tired. And why is Brain capitalized? Dwayne was very tired. But he liked seeing the sites. The kiss heard 'round the world, ha. He'd already scrolled through the community. Why is Young Jeezy so inspirational? He liked to see his name flicker, coherency be damned. I must be Lebron James if he's Jordan. He almost wished he didn't have to roll over that track, though. To roll over him.

Dwayne heard the album on Saturday afternoon and let it wash at first. Phone. Texts. Friends passing. TV set to sports. I rebuke you little nigga. He was still excited to hear it even after the boats figured eights and the waves screwed-in Miss Teen America. Worried a bit. That first listen was blurry. I don't know. Second listen he flipped the lights down. Zoned out. Two fingertips on his forehead, trying--failing--to brood. Worth it? Really don't know.

Dwayne knew he could give more life to an exposed tapejob than, you know, the blockbuster heart, could...but he still was cautious. Teacher/pupil. Trouble. It always seems obvious on TV. Deep underneath the dread, though, was giddiness. Best rapper alive. Little louder. Best rapper alive. Lips curled...and stopped. A taste. I'm eatin' so much I'm gonna fuck around and barf. He knew the turn would occur. No way he could be ready. Excuses never win. Everyone can't do it, no matter the dedication. This was it. Suits vs. Rhymes. Coumadin vs. Xanax. Human vs. Marshen.

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