Sweaty palms and twitching faces. My life, based on sex, drugs and rock n’roll. EFTACY…I fucks with it. All of a sudden, all the problems I had have all gone away.

Living on planet Earth and dealing with all this bullshit, a significant portion of this filthy modern society will neglect to acknowledge the important presence of them good old funky pills. A lot of human beings are left confused about pill poppin…all they know is that it’s bad for you. Well, it’s the 21^st century and most of us don’t even realize the luck that we have to even have access to all this shit. It’s normal for us, I mean it’s all over the streets of Montreal. I’ll guarantee you one thing though; you definitely won’t find a good ecstasy supplier during your vacation in the middle of a rotten desert village in South Sudan. It’s a fucking privilege. Technology is revolutionary. I’m sure my man Jesus of Nazareth would have loved doing some E during the Last Supper.

On the strength, Ecstasy is known to stimulate its users to generate real talk and of course, to drop real facts that are heavenly felt and truly honest from a nigga heart. Everyone is playa hating on this shit tho, on some shit like, this shit is mad fake, those pills are for the birds, them cats would never tell me this shit in real life. Yea well, Ecstasy most definitely makes you say some crazy shit that you’d never normally say in real life, but these wicked words of wisdom are to not be ignored as hey are the straight up and simple truth.

This is the EFTACY Post. Yes another Killa-Ef classic report dedicated to all you drug addicts all about the pill poppin game from yours truly.

The Batman Ecstasy. Yea, I guess it’s some good shit as some of you might remember my performance at the Meeting of Styles graffiti jam. What a life! I like to compare the 3D effect of the E pill with the 3D effect of the letter E as they both go from darker blue to white. Painting in a graff jam on ecstasy is one hell of an experience. I truly believe that every single graffiti writer in the world should try it at least once!

The Homer Simpsons. They pretty good I must say, shout to my lil sister for hooking me up with those candies.  It was a great night, I don’t remember much so that’s never a bad sign.

The Lil Hearts- regardless of the fact that it’s designed on some sweet shit, it’s definitely some great stuff. It’s a variety of Ecstasy laced with lots of Speed. Some ill shit, lots of strong sensations and stimulations involved. They sure kept me awake a good 2 days, exactly what I needed for a good St-Jean Baptiste.

The Schtroumpfs. Another great combination of Ex and Speed. I was on fire. They sure are strong but not as strong as the Lil’ Hearts. Can’t hate tho, Rock Stars need to sleep too!

Windows Speed. Definitely faster than my PC. I must say, it was a good buzz and it worked out just fine- it lasted a while too. I really enjoyed bombing on this shit, feeling invincible but at the same time, very well alert of everything around me.

The Ferrari Speed. Yes sir! A great batch, shout outs to my maing, you know who you are. No limits baby! The need for speed biatch, couldn’t put it better than that.

The transformer the run-of-the-mill, average ecstasy sold in the streets. It’s quality? Hard to tell, I’ve dealt with all types of transformers in these past years, some were shit and surprisingly some were top notch! I guess it just varies from one batch to another. Whatever it is, I just hope my pills are made by some grimy and filthy bikers from St-Jerome or Laval.

Introducing MDMA, ecstasy in it’s purest form. It doesn’t get better than this. I still remember the first time I tried Ex back in the days in British Colombia. Really, It was aight and shit, but I only really understood the powerful strength of these shit laced pills when I dealt with them MDMA crystals. I know all the connoisseurs out there reading this know what I’m talking about.

Nowadays most dealers don’t even sell E anymore, it’s all about that MDMA. Most of time, the shit you buy comes more rocky than Sylvester Stallone.

Sometimes the rock is so big that you need to break it apart. I finna sculpt me an iced out sculpture on some Edward Scissorhands shit.

Aight, I won’t front. I mean, as a consumption connoisseur, I gotta say,  Ecstasy and Speed can for sure lead to some harsh and brutal hangovers. Let’s face it, this shit is chemical and mad dirty, it’s some trife and super grimy ish. But yeah, on the other hand, pure crystals of MDMA will never result in a severe hangover. On the contrary – the next day you wake up…On Fireeeeeee!!!

Introducing the parachute. The parachute is basically a rolling paper used to replace the gelatin capsules as they aren’t always provided when the MDMA crystals are bought. In these cases, the parachute option is always a guaranteed winner. The use of  The Case once again comes in very handy. Proving an additional protective surface during windy situations, the precious crystals of MDMA can easily be transferred into the rolling paper in a secure manner.

Did you know that if the MDMA crystals are taken through the fabulous parachute medium, it can spark your buzz much faster than those gelatin capsules? Those capsules take forever to dissolve in your body. My mentality is: I’m tired, I’m falling asleep, this shit is taking too long to kick in, finna get high and I ain’t fucking with those gelatin capsules, dat shit is for tha birds!

OK, so you copped your pills at 3 in the morning…half the party is already on ex, no time to waste waiting for the drugs to take effect. There’s no way in hell that I’m taking that gelatin capsule, I finna throw that bitch in a parachute.

Ahhhh yes the olive batch. Take a look. You see this shit man??? This shit is some fucking great stuff right here! You see these crystals? Some are definitely clearer than others. That big crystal in the middle looks like a freakin piece of glass which can only be a sign of good chemicals.  Hummmmm Finger Licking Hooood.

Introducing the ” Take Out” or as I like to call it, the “Express Delivery”. You’re up for a good night, ain’t no telling where you will end up and what you will end up doing. Well, one thing is for sure, you got a pocket full of parachutes and you’re definitely getting it poppin tonight. Preparing the parachutes in advance is a must, especially if your MDMA is still a hard rock. When the time comes to swallow (no homo), the prepared parachutes are always well appreciated, especially in places like concerts and shit. Having your parachutes separated in advance is even more fundamental than pre-rolling 6 spliffs before a Magic Mushroom trip, real talk.

We have here a bunch of nice gentlemen ready to rock hard, professionally organized for a big party.

And let’s not forget, the crystals of MDMA can, by all means, be snorted as well…You can be as creative as you wanna be!

The fucked up shit about these crystals is that they will buzz you 100 times harder than a good old snort of Cocaine. Now, to do the math, no need for a calculator. The average night for your everyday onion head can easily cost about 50 to 200$ on a freaking Tuesday. A top notch pill or parachute will definitely satisfy your bitch ass, no question. A good 4 to 6 hour buzz, a really intense one, only 5 fucking dollarz!

Unlike the Crystal Meth industry, unless the dealer does not consume the product, the sale of these narcotics is mostly conducted by a non-profit organization. I’m real serious. It’s usually the Ecstasy maniac from the hood that will always batch up during the drought, knowing very well that if he doesn’t, no one else will. Most dealers sell other shit and they simply slang these things on the side. Most of the Ecstasy dealers take the shit all the time and they got so much of it that they just give it all out.

Since this shit is so cheap, most of the time it’s free. I mean, lets say for example, your homeboy from the hood, you know, the ecstasy maniac, he will wanna pop some shit but no one’s really that down up in the cipher. Homeboy will have no choice but to pressure the peeps around and offer the pills for free so he doesn’t end up doing it by himself. That’s the least that homeboy can do to convince the crowd. That’s some fucked shit and it’s real. Now, I’m sure a few readers out there will feel offended. If you really was putting pressure on an unmotivated crowd to put in with ya, then you gotta be a real asshole to claim that 5 dollaz at the end of the trip.

Word up, Mook-Life Baby! Freals, nuffin but eye candy on these macro shots. Yea man, Killa-EF street stories, knowledge and dart throwing. Thanks to all y’all mooks for once again reading the connoisseur’s wicked article and yeah, most specifically, acknowledging this chemical realm.

We all born here on Earth with our lives held in our own bare hands. It’s up to us to take matters in to our own hands and make decisions. We all got different views and perspectives, obviously some are more mooked out than others. Enter the open mind of the mook. There was no doubt in my mind, that one day, I had to try Ecstasy, regardless of the aftermath and I was not let down.