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Hey Knowledge! I know you mad because your hero (the Sham Wow guy) went to jail for beating the shit out of a prostitute...

hey...them hoes need to stop coming up short with that pimp money lol...

anyways, I dedicate this song to the Sham Wow guy

I know I haven't done a real post in forever. I've been living real life for a minute. between work-travel, working on my EP, and a few dates(!), I've been busy. Not so busy that I haven't had free time, but busy enough that my mind isn't clear enough to blog. And that when I have time to blog, I don't feel like spending the time to make a real entry.

I did get a speeding ticket today. My first one ever. 5 years driving waaaaayyy over the speed limit, and now I finally get caught. These cops was just out chillin, 6pm on Tuesday the 24th. I know there's still a week left in the month, but I'm convinced that they were out there filling their quotas.

There was like 7 different cops out chilling at a stop sign where a small street meets a bigger street. All the squad cars and most of the cops were chillin like 40 ft down the side street, obviously to hide themselves from the main street. Meanwhile one guy is out on the main street flagging lawbreakers into the side streets to get their tickets. Now that I think about it, it was like a fucking ticket-factory. One dude flags speeders and non-stoppers in, where 6 cops take turns handing out tickets.

I rolled up thinking they were shutting the street down and I gotta take this other street as a detour, and then another 5 walks up and tells me I went 45 in a 25, wanting my license. My dumbass still doesn't realize I been trapped: now I gotta find my way thru this detour AND I got a ticket? This blows! I won't begin to describe how long it took me to realize me that there was no roadblock and that (pause) I'd just got fucked by the long dick of the law.

Today was soooo good before the bacon brigade ruined it. But I'm bout to record one of the 2 last songs for Thru Playing Round Here! After these there's a little more mixing, then I gotta put the Boondocks skits in and I'll be done! Almost there! I'll put the latest songs on here soon. Will alert y'all when I do. Peace

http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/03/16/cheney.government/index.html

Yeah there's bias here, but a lot of truth as well

sucks but I have to stifle my thoughts so that I'm not so negative all the time. But there's so much to dislike in this world!

This was part of a twitter convo from earlier today. Shorty asked me about public access tv in Philly, and I had to admit that I had no clue about it because I barely even watch tv, cuz I hate most tv shows. Then she asked if my crew The Union, was the same as DJ Self's dj crew(same name), which only served to make me pissed at the world. So I'm like nah we're not the same, I never heard of this DJ Self cat. She says he's really popular in NYC, he's on 105.1 and does net radio too. So here we go again: I don't fuck with the radio pretty much at all. lol @ you making me see how disagreeable I am.

Except, I wasn't laughing at all. No one wants to be the "negative person," the one no one wants to talk to cuz they always got something unpleasant to say. But every once I get caught in a convo/situation where everything that happens or is said is something that I disagree with. It only happens when I meet new people, after this meeting I know to avoid this person and their apparent utter lack of good taste.

New Person: Did you see Ray J's show last night?
Me: Are you fucking kidding me, who gave that c-list dickhead a tv show?!!!
New Person: VH1. It's like Flava Of Love! It's stupid but so entertaining!
Me: My God it never stops does it? **begins to cry inside**
New Person: Huh? I can't hear you over this Beyonce that I'm blasting!
Me:  **dies**

I really do try hard not to be so negative but it's hard sometimes. I don't walk around looking for shit to hate, but there's just so much of it. American society is so anti-intellectual, that thinkers get exhausted because there's so much stupid shit to notice and dislike. It probably doesn't help that I planned on chilling today since I had worked so much earlier this week (don't ask and I won't remember the frustration) but worked popped up and basically ruined my Friday afternoon.

The post title comes from this song:


Two-Fold - Heiruspecs

PS, if you like Beyonce or For The Love of Ray J, know that I do not hate you. But I do like you a little bit less...

props to Bumstuff.wordpress. com for these...NY bums are the most creative and unique of their kind. I just wish that they would put half of this energy and effort into getting their lives back on track

There's a decent number of things going on in my life right now, I guess so much that I haven't felt like blogging. I'm probably not spending enough time relaxing, letting my mind wander.

Thru Playin' Round Here is coming along very nicely. It's about halfway mixed now. Every song is sounding very good. And I'm still learning more about mixing. I've learned a real cheap way to use compression effects, which amounts to me running a preset. But hey it's a start right. And apparently I'm the absence of apathy is a great way to start a verse.

I've decided to stop putting off my other forms of expression. So I'm gonna learn to make beats, and I'm gonna stop putting off practicing dj'ing. In the spirit of these two objectives, yesterday me and a friend went out to Old City and I bought mad vinyl records. 13 records for $53. Including this joint:

If you don't fuck with these niggas here, th'fuck outta here! Get off my blog. Knowledge ain't for you. Not till you educate yourself lol. This joint has At Your Best on it! I'ma find a way to sample a piece of that one day, I just gotta!

I hate to rant so often but I gotta say something: If you don't know about a subject, what gives you right to talk about it?! I don't debate whether R&B cats should keep on singing or not, cuz I'm not huge into R&B. Sometimes you can just tell when cats' are running their mouths just cuz. Like I'm gonna talk cuz I want to, regardless of me knowing next to nothing about this subject except catching a 30-second news brief everyday.

Get this mixtape however you can, it's Blue Magic I swear:

So you and a chick are alone chillin and her eyes start to glow a lustful hue. After the two of you finally kiss (you need to quit being shy), you both embrace the opportunity to make out and eventually find yourselves butt-ass-naked in the bed. Maaaan you better explored them curves my niggah! Ain’t no telling when you gone get this againg and suddenly, she stops...damn...you just knew you were getting some didn't you? Surprisingly, she faces you and tells you to get a condom (now we ain't try'na be pregnant during a recession so practice safe sex kids) After rolling the rubber down your shaft with a smirk on, you remember that she' s watching you and start to flex as you approach her. That is, until she pushes you down and mounts you while whispering big shit like she's gonna wear you out or something. Awwww shit! You better hold on to something niggah! She starts to ride you making all of those sexy faces that you always miss out on when you hit chicks from the back. Damn she looks yummy. You think about trying to make some sexy faces back but quickly nix that idea after coming to the conclusion that you don’t have any. She starts to really get into it throwing her head back and shit...you see her breastestisss! They’re lightly covered in sweat (not that nasty swamp looking sweat though, the sexy one when its not too much and you can't really feel it when you touch it but it makes boobies glisten and shit) moving on, you start to touchy touchy the ta-tas then you look down with a what phuck look...Damn she got SUPER wet out of noooo where. mmmm mmm biiiatch! She riding you and giving you that "yeah I know you wanna cum don't you niggah" look. You look at her and let out a sound. When held back, the sound felt like a roar but, when released, it sounded like a little bitch ass whimper damn...she looks at you like "yeah I know I'm da shit fool" and you start thinking to yourself...this is a got-dang shame I can't go out like this.” Right before you reach the top, you focus every last ounce of energy on your keagles (you know what you done started right?) She starts riding harder and doing some ole craaaaaaazy ish with her hips...you start breathing real hard because you wanna bust SOOO bad but you can't because she continues to give you that effing look with that stupid smirk like she's challenging you. Muhammad Ali starts saying “I’m the greatest of all time” in your head as you return the challenge look. After more of this torturous ecstasy, your keagles sends a priority telegram to your brain via your nerves and the message is “FUCKA THIS! A niggah can't hold on any more! Oh I get it, you thought you were Hercules in this bitch huh? Well I'm fin to let go.” Within nanoseconds your brain starts to argue with the muscles below and beg them to try and hold on juuuust a little longer and amidst all of this time sensitive negotiation and moans and hot sweet jungle looove (lmfao at that one) she lets out a ferocious, guttural moan and stops riding as her body becomes stiff and her legs start to shake uncontrollably. What? Oh YES! She came first! A big ass goofy smile starts to paint your face as you dream of different victory dances. You let go of yours and after a few more seconds, she rolls on her side. You let her enjoy her orgasm in peace while you go to the bathroom to dispose all the little kids from the “We are the World” videos (no turkey basting going on tonight chick!) When you return, you rub her back and tell her "that was good baby" then she hits you hard as hell with a pillow!

DAMN I LOVE IT!

This what I be telling cats, that "make love all night" myth has got to go. Remember Sugar in Harlem Nights? How bout we make love real hard for 45 minutes, then fall into a coma-like sleep? Eff that all night trash, and all these singers filling women's heads up with false expectations:





Props to VivaLaVoiz for making my day by showing me this.

I have a song that's gonna be on my EP called A Moment That Died. It's about a cat that used to rap then got bored with it once he found a good job and put it away. A spirit comes to him in a dream and convinces him that he needs to rap to "save the world" from the trash music that's popular and other various societal ills.

It's a cute idea, but I don't believe anything like that about myself. It's too arrogant, because it implies that the world depends on you. Granted, in my estimation, every artist who gives their art up for public consumption is arrogant to some degree. Imagine the audacity:

Hey I do this better than you, and all these other cats out here doing it. In fact, I'm soooo sure that I'm better that I believe you want to watch me do it. You probably would pay me money to see this, and would even pay me money for reproductions of my performances.

That's the arrogance that in my opinion every artist needs, to some extent. Rappers like me need it in spades. But to think that the world needs you, is arrogance of a different magnitude. You're saying that not only are you better, but that you're someone's savior. That's where I'd pump my brakes, my humility won't let me do that. But for one song I thought it'd be a fun idea to explore, what might give a person that level of hubris.

But for me, my motivation is to simply make the best music I can, and to be better than everyone else. Specifically Nas. Somehow he became the object of my motivation, my finish line in this race to greatness. It doesn't make sense because we rap differently, and I believe in terms of pure lyrical skill I'm already ahead of him by leaps and bounds. But early on, he was who I listened to for writing inspiration, and around the time of It Was Written, Phone Tap, and Nas Is Like he was the pinnacle of ill hip-hop in my young eyes.

So I rap to be better than him. Not often does it cross my conscious mind anymore, but he's still there motivating me. Not the Nas of today, who still makes good music despite falling the fuck off. I'm competing with the Nas of my childhood lol.

Slapboxing with ghosts...