A Lifetime in my Starburrys

Beat Tapes Done!

2010-08-23T10:59:00.003-04:00

<a href="http://unionomics.bandcamp.com/album/tryna-catch-the-beat-vol-1">01 STREET HOP by UnioNoMics</a>

Yeah you might wanna take a listen. Especially if you're an emcee. one of these beats could save your record.

By the way, now that the tape is done, UnioNoMics is back in the lab so step ya pen game up cup cake ass niggahs

that is all, catch y'all stankin asses later

Wit Yo Juicy Ass Mouth!

2010-04-10T08:48:00.000-04:00

So let's imagine that you and your man are extremely happy. Cook for each other, go out often, drink root beer floats out the same glass with two straws aaaaaall of that mushy ish. One day you decide that you're going to please him and go down on him like never before. At first you get the usual grunts and moans that you are accustomed to hearin when you know you're doin it right, but then you start hearin other things:
"Oh shit! Damn girl your mouth juicy as hell! Why ya mouth so phuckin juicy?! You ole great lakes in the mouth ass niggah, fire hydrant fillin up a kiddie pool seven seas in the mouth ass niggah, a niggah could go skinny dippin in yo mouth in the mouth ass niggah! Old pacific ocean curse of the black pearl in the mouth ass niggah!
Would you be able to keep your composure and polish your boo off until he climaxes or would you give in and start laughin/chokin on his ish?

I'm sooowwy I thought it would lighten the mood!

Lose Something Golden & Gain a Treasure

2010-03-17T17:50:00.001-04:00

So...
I met this female a while back (way before I had a girlfriend). When I first met her she was nothing short of amazing. Into hip-hop, dared to be different, her sense of humor matched mine and all. We hit it off great and I was slowly starting to fall. I mean this chick was feeling da kid to no end. She liked my songs and loved my beats. she was super supportive and did her thing as a writer when she was inspired.

I could not have asked for a seemingly more perfect match right? Yeah, well I sure thought so. Anyway, as I'm sure all of you know, I'm mad focused on my career as a musician so with me being the honest and blunt guy that I can be at times, I told her about my (at the time) hectic schedule and the long laundry list of goals that I was trying to accomplish with my music. I then went on to tell her that I don't think me getting into a relationship would be the best idea because I would not be able to dedicate the amount of time that's needed to give her the attention that our potential relationship, better yet she deserves. She went on to say that she understood and fully supports me and wants to be my friend who was there when I needed her to be and more.

After having that convo I started celebrating mentally! YEEEAH niggah! Victory for The Verbal Arteest ma phucka! I finally found someone who's willing to take it slow with me and reap the benefits of me being the best boyfriend that I can be once my life becomes a little more stable.

Two or so visits to my condo later she asked me out in so many words...
I was taken aback by the question because I thought we were on the same page. If she had a problem with our "status" then why would didn't she speak up two weeks ago? I reverted back to explaining my situation over again and reitteratin the fact that I really like but I'm going to need patience. She claimed she understood but started to fall back HEAVY! Ignoring texts and giving cold shoulders. All I could remember thinking was "damn I should've bought that thermal set I saw at walmart the other day."

Eventually we talked it over and realized that ignoring each other is foolish. We then started talking again. All was good. But that peaceful period was short lived because out of no where she started giving me the cold shoulder yet again. This time it was for months! All the while I read her weekly, sometimes DAILY, complaints and ramblings about how horrible her dating life is. Aggravation set in and I found myself at my slow ass computer cussing out whatever male name that came across my screen she was crying over at the time. I got fed up and we had another argument.

Kinda Side note-
You know its so funny how social networking and the internet has changed the way we go about maintaining friendships and romance. Just a click and a niggah is stuck in blue-balls hell. On the flip: just it takes just one button and your knight in shining armor can turn into a complete and utter dirty ass hole.

I was deleted from her twitter, facebook and myspace. LOW BLOW trick! That same day we reconciled our differences and she explained to me that she was tired of guys she really liked permanently placing her in the "friend lane" and refused to take it anymore.

What could I tell her at this point? What was I to put her at ease with? The same speech (for lack of better words) that I gave her months earlier about how she was soooo close but just needed to let me handle my work so that I can give her all of me? Nah she JUST said that she wasn trying to hear any ish like that.

"With one leg left now I'm hopping around crippled/ So I took out my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple" -Eminem I don't why but I just felt like quoting those two bars lol...I guess it can relate because even tho I wanted her to stay and ride it out with me (that's what she said), she refused. That's my leg getting ripped off. So I in turn decided to recoil and in a sense sliced off her right nipple by refusing to budge on my terms. Bull headed I know but I guess when you have a mate that's unwilling to compromise for the greater good your hand is forced.

We fell off like we always do until I hit her up just to check up on her and see what was going on. She wasted no time letting me know that she was pissed at me for taking so long to contact her YES I was wrong and apologized like 3 or 4 times throughout the course of our convo for it. I even explained to her that my blackberry was out of commission at the time leaving me with no reminder to call her but she was beyond pissed and didn't wanna hear that because, after all she did call me on mine.

The convo ended with both of us wishing each other the best in our careers and leaving it at that. I'll still admire her from afar and have nothing but respect for her. However any thought of "us" have to go because, after all she chose for things to be that way in the end.

Even though she had refused to, a special someone did wait it out and reap the benefits that I had to offer her. I am so happy that I went out with her and I love her to death because she's more than just a typical chick to me.

I guess I'm writing all of this to say those who are going through relationship drama to HOLD ON! Do NOT settle. Your mate will come when the times right

That's it for now with y'all stankin asses
-Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest
And download my Free mixtape "The Coming"

The Coming

2010-01-07T07:52:00.002-05:00

it feels so weird to post on this blog. One of my resolutions was that I'll post on here more consistently and everybody knows how OD I get with my resolutions. anyways I need to think about what my next few posts will be about. until then, just download a copy of my new mixtape "The Coming" off of

thanks much!

by the way...you all should be reading this from

UnioNoMics convo: GOYA-Smuttin

2009-09-03T19:14:00.000-04:00

UnioNoMics convo:

Da Vinci: They got a grown up dora the explorer?!?
Knowledge: The ass fat?
Da Vinci: Wtf is she explorin? It better be my draws
Da Vinci: I can't see it from the front so I think not
Knowledge: Damn
Knowledge: Where is she?
Knowledge: Hook us up
Da Vinci: Lol iono all I know is [my sister] and I are watchin icarly and the commercial to play on her website came on. This big headed bimbo got the nerve to have more taco friends
Knowledge: Taco friends?!!!!!
Da Vinci: Lol yeah they all got goya tatoos on they legs and everything
Knowledge: Bwahaha
Knowledge: They wildin
Da Vinci: Lol u kno I made up the tat part
Knowledge: U never know
Knowledge: U is what u stay eatin
Da Vinci: U is?
Knowledge: Maybe goya ass niggas become gorditas
Da Vinci: Lol
Da Vinci: I heard in mexico hoes be trickin for bottled water
Knowledge: Son if they made condoms that could protect against hot sauce pussy I'd be down there rat now!
Da Vinci: Lmao

working hard to avoid hardly working

2009-08-14T08:21:00.002-04:00

Okay here is the OFFICIAL list of the projects that we are currently working on:

Title: KickInYaSpeakers
Artist(s): UnioNoMics
We should be done with this project by early September. Expect to hear some great raw Hip-Hop

Title: Thru Playin Round Here
Artist(s): Knowledge of UnioNoMics
It's done!!! In fact, Go to the bandcamp and check it out! Physical copies should be available any week now!

Title: The Arrival
Artist(s): Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest
Just started working on it last night. It should be done by late August. I'll be constructing EVERY beat for you jock-jerkers *pause.*

Bottom line IS, we are getting work done. expect videos more often and new tracks. Also, We're working on setting up some performances so let me know if you'd love to come out and support if we came to YOUR area.

that's it for now with y'all stanking asses.

2009-08-05T00:18:00.004-04:00

First and foremost, if you're still on theverbalarteest.blogspot.com then you need to bring yo ass to WWW.UnioNoMics.NET

Okay for those of u who dont know, Charles Hamilton was caught slipping in a cypha after one of his shows on Penn State's campus and this cat Adam "Rone" Ferrone got the best of him.

A few days later, Rone decides to clear the air about the "battle" and drops another verse over the Primo-laced "Nas is Like" beat.

I love this video because of the goofiness and the organic feel it has to it. This is what hip-hop is supposed to be to me: diverse and fun. Watch the vid, laugh at his silly delivery and "Where's Waldo" friend in the background, then check out the funny ass hater quote at the end. I swear "World Star Hip Hop" is the welfare version of youtube.

lemme know what ypu all think wit y'all stankin asses
~Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest

Dinner and a Beat

2009-07-27T00:39:00.002-04:00

if you aren't viewing this post from the group site WWW.UnioNoMics.Net then you suck...

I told you all that i just moved into my new place about a week ago no? Well if not, then i did and here's a video of me cooking and making some music after settling in.

The hit

2009-07-24T10:38:00.001-04:00

So earlier this week, one of my male co-workers received the notorious pink slip. The actual releasing of employees was not totally foreign idea because there has been multiple announcements that corporate was coming down hard on upper level management to let about 500 employees go by a certain date. One could possibly argue that us employees who are low on the totem pole should have been well prepared for the event. However, one would be wrong. Despite the numerous warnings, it is always an extremely sad scene when a person gets fired for "political" or "financial" reasons. Homie getting fired was exceptionally sad because he was dragging his feet with the super frown and he looked at every one of us who survived the last wave of elimination as if we were to blame for his hard luck.

As I said before, the above stated events were somewhat expected...not what happened next:

At six o'clock, my department carries out our daily routine of logging out of all of our systems, leaving the building to celebrate our freedom from the tight corporate shackles and rejoice in the last few moments of sunlight. My boss and I, having a conversation about her ex boyfriend whom works as a cop in baltimore, are walking side by side exchanging quotes from the movie "police academy." After walking through the revolving doors and exiting the building, we become blinded by the sun beaming his bright ass face on ours. Then I see a red glare come across my eyes and hear my boss scream. A bit of what seems to be her blood drips on the ground outside of the building and we all take cover assuming the worst (aka bill cosby finally got fed up with us "niggahs" to the point that he decided to take "making a change" into his own hands). As we all retreat in shock, I look across the street to see my former co-worker running away at full speed cheering and pumping his fist in celebration of his successful hit. Just picture a slightly over weight niggah in an all black outfit wit a bb gun (that has a phucking red beam on it) in his hand rocking flip-flops.

1st:
Why are you shooting a woman that was your boss an hour ago? You're a prime suspect should anything happen to her aaand should anybody be able to identify you at the scene of the crime, SHE HAS ALL OF YOUR FRIGGIN INFO!!!

2nd:
Why are you wearing ALL black? Its like 6785642811615545 degrees outside and yo fat ass running in all black? I know you musty. Get yo stankin ass some deodorant!

3rd:
Killas don't rock flip-flops period.
Ask Cam...flip-flops never get computers 'putin

So after sharing this with you, I have one question for y'all stankin asses...how far would you go/have you gone for revenge?

~Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest

New site!!!

2009-07-23T10:54:00.001-04:00

I have a new website with my homie/rappin partner Knowledge its called

www.UnioNoMics.net
Go check it out wit y'all stankin asses!

So let's get wit this quick update

Um...
New music out!!!!!!!
About a month ago I made a mini-mixtape in 3 days. It came out pretty nice... The title is called Nefarious Snapshots of an Arteest's Perspective and it's available for FREE download @ TheUnion.BandCamp.com so go support people. (There's a link on the side if ur viewing our new site www.UnioNoMics.net)

I patched up a seemingly lost frienship I think. The person used to be a great friend of mine. We drifted apart for multiple reasons but I hope our recent conversation served as a foundation for future convos and meetings alike because it was refreshing talkin to the person.

I moved to Bricks City last weekend!!! I will talk more about that in a later post.

Since the new site looks good and I'm trying to be a better artist to my fans I vowed to myself, as well as others, that I will start postin more often and when I don't feel like typing a post I will record a video and post that (lazy I know lol).

With that said, I look forward to keeping you up to date with our music, lives, and funny stories/interesting opinions & perspectives.

Follow us on twitter and get informed/entertained:
www.twitter.com/VerbalArteest
www.twitter.com/KnowledgeTU

Catch you all later wit ya stankin asses
~Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest

My maybe weekend

2009-06-05T08:59:00.000-04:00

The weekend is here! HELL yeah! Happy Friday to all you stankin ass niggahs and to all the chickities, *in 50's voice* you know I love ya baby!
Seriously though, I'm really disappointed about the weekend because my car is out of commission until June 20th (that's another blog). My being carless is preventing me from going down to Philly to network and support a dope emcee called Sick Six at his release party. Unless I find a way down there, I'll most likely be home *in Kanye's Voice* "try'na catch the beat." :-/

I'm try'na think if there's anything else that I wanna tell you... Ooooooh yeeeeah! An extremely obese, I mean wide as aaaall outside, I mean I just swallowed a solar system type-fat broad at my told me I smell like watermelon yesterday when it was BEYOND obvious that I didn't. (Trick! Zest does NOT smell like no damn watermelon! Motha phuckin watermelon?!) That ish was a bit scary but I held my composure and didn't run for the hills.

Oooooh...I beat one of the executives at my job in cee-lo (a dice game that we played in the bathroom). Came up on a quick 20 bucks! On my lunch break I walked past his office showing off my fresh pepperonni pizza pie and thanked him for his generosity :-)

BB Bloggin

2009-06-04T08:25:00.000-04:00

Since The Union has been making moves musically, I anticipate more traffic on my blog. With that said, don't furrow any eye brows when I stop acting lazy and start posting regularly.

Moving on...

"The Perseverance Volume 2: It's all in Your Mind..." Is slated for a late summer release (the first week of August). Am I excited? A little bit. I'm more confident with myself as an artist and this year's release will be different.

You see, this time around, I will actually distribute physical copies of the CD along with the digital downloads (all free). I have more supporters than I had last year (I mean real, loyal, "spit that shit Da Vinci!" in the face ass supporters). The cover art will be official (complete with mine and Knowledge's label logo's). As far as the music is concerned, the lyrics will be great and serve as a testament to my songwriting credibility. The songs are more heartfelt and moody than last years installment and the production has taken leaps progression wise.

I'm not going to talk your head off. Just know that if you've been following me for a minute, expect for your jaw to drop when my CD does.

BB Bloggin

2009-05-15T11:20:00.000-04:00

Okay so here's a quick update on me as an artist (also my group):

Aside from the Black Thoughts video The Union has a second video from UnioNoMics that should be up on Sunday night!

We are also working on a bunch of remakes and free verses on industry beats thatll have videos. These will all lead up to the release of our second manifesto "KickInYaSpeakers"

I have gotten a hundred times better as far as production is concerned and am receiving offers for me to produce for placement opportunities...I'm talking 5 G's a pop if my joints are felt...

The Perseverance Vol. 2 is coming along surprisingly well...

I am having a recession special as far as buying beats are concerned hit up my email and I'll work out the cheapest deal ever with you lol.

I have been recently offered a chance to perform at some underground spot in NYC. I have to check everything out to see where to take things from here.

Knowledge is damn near finished with Thru Playin Round Here check out the cover art on his blog (shit is nice!)

Real Union Fans!

2009-05-11T22:25:00.003-04:00

The time is finally here! it's been a long time coming, but we finally got a music video!

Remember Black Thoughts?!!
embed the video on your blog, tell o momma to watch it in her draws, watch it at school and at work!

Support Us with y'all stanking asses!

youtube jacked up the quality but its still fun :-)

Sex Education Part Uno Niggah

2009-04-29T19:02:00.001-04:00

2009-04-28T12:58:00.003-04:00

I have decided to do some spring cleaning (niggah who cares if it it's almost summer I'm trying to be Zest fully clean up in this b*itch!). I'm not even going to front tho, Sunday night was THE WORST! You see, I moved into my apartment during the winter so when it came to the whole keeping warm thing I was on point game tight. However, I didn't have any kind of cool air generating console at the time sooo let's just saaaay that I was sweating more than R Kelly at a pre-teen summer camp? A diabetic in a sugar cane field? No? Well how about a Rabbi at Nazi convention? Are you getting the picture yet? Anyways...
I DIGRESS!!!
My spring cleaning will consist of clearing out space as far as my friends, past loves, and associates are concerned. Over the past 6 to 9 months I have come to the realization that I have quite a few (for lack of a more fitting adjective)
Toxic relationships that are either plaguing or somewhat pestering my life.
Some of these people have made it painfully clear to me that they do not feel the same way they once did, as far as I'm concerned, by not responding to any of my numerous attempts to contact them, acting distant during conversation, and feeding negative energy into my life in general.
I should not have, and refuse, to continue on with striving to achieve my career goals with these kind of people in my life. My family is enough stress as it is. So siranara (if that's how you spell it) to what was and a pair of open arms to what will be.

2009-04-27T23:04:00.003-04:00

I realized this weekend while chilling with Knowledge that I have yet to post this song up for you all to hear. The song is called "Do You." It's Featuring Feenicess and if you are familiar with his style and writing, I believe that you'll be surprised at the way he chose to approach the subject on this track.

Philly

2009-04-26T00:44:00.000-04:00

Hey people...

I'm currently in Philly with Knowledge. You should check out the Penn Relays next year if you weren't there today. I know that I talk about music on here often so heres a lil quick song the The Union made a few months back. I listen to it every time I'm in a calm, collected mood.

Once upon A Lifetime part duex

2009-04-23T11:28:00.000-04:00

It's been a long time since I've written on a piece...still gotta shake this rust off.

Once upon a lifetime...
I saw her...
I could still remember the day
And how she smiled in that once upon a lifetime way
Once upon a lifetime
Where her beauty blinded me
and took my sight FROM-ME
Leaving my eyes broke but
Her fresh said fuck 2 my niggah you could borrow like 5-20's
once upon a lifetime
Once upon a lifetime just watch, once upon a lifetime watch,
once,
upon a liftime
just watch cause there's no seconds...
just her on a winners page
us eternal but I've been afraid where's a renegade
the future thief of my hearts on the center stage
once upon a lifetime
Where our love is minute maid
No mother nature no blossom
Relationship wakes nor playin possum
once upon a lifetime
Where we lived in infinite bliss believing
Our days would stay sunny
keep the pepper ur dimples changed the seasons
Once upon a lifetime
Where I'll happily your ever after u nevered my sadness
once upon a lifetime
where forever is detox for us addicts
I'll
sun-dial the heavens and thank god for the treasure
The present
upon my lifetime I thank god that I met her
Once upon a lifetime

Tasty cake

2009-04-22T14:16:00.001-04:00

Maaaaan I loooove me some tasty cake

Clubs & Cripples

2009-04-20T09:46:00.000-04:00

So imagine this:

You and your friends are going to the club and after getting there early and waiting in line so that you can get in for a discounted price (because you not trying to go broke paying 40 dollars to dance after midnight), the pregnant necked bouncer comes out of his face and tells you that your outfit is not in compliance with the club's dress policy. At first you try to reason with the buffoon. Then you become aggravated and start complaining because the dress code on the club flyer lacked specificity. What the phuck is grown and sexy and how in the phuck does it relate to clothes?!?! I mean, aren't we attracted to different things? While that may be the case, the fact of the matter is that losing your cool is NOT helping you to reach your objective (getting in the club) and standing outside of the club arguing over semantics with a niggah that inhales creatine all day is not a good look (especially if u plan on dancing with the chickities waiting in line).
You decide to change your shirt and return to the club. After getting raped on parking prices and getting back in line past midnight, you say to yourself "this club better be MORE than jumping. I mean chicks jumping on you before you get to the dance floor and grinding the stitching out of your jeans (good thing your wearing those fresh polo draws)" type jumping. The line is moving at a snail's pace and the distance between you and the door is getting on your last nerve and on top of that, there's a niggah in a wheelchair behind with you at the end of the line. Where the phuck he think HE goin? So let's say that you decide to have some fun while waiting in line and start small talking with the handicapped man.

You: I heard the lap dances are serious up in this joint!
Wheels: yeah well maybe you'll see next week
You: huh?
Wheels: (points a loaded gun at you) run yo shit bitch!
You look around at the other ppl in line for help but everyone's mysteriously finding something to stare at in the distance that requires ALL of their attention...shit!

The police officers who respond to your call:
*laughter* so wait lemme get this straight...A phuckin Crippled niggah robbed you?
You:Yes its Not funny!
Police: so what he did a karate move with his crutches? oh I get it, he was on some desperado shit and had the gun built in his crutch? *bursts out into laughter*
You: uggh! I'm dead serious I was robbed! I thought you were supposed to help!
Police: okay okay okay your right *he tries to catch his breath and wipe his tears away* its not funny.
So we'll go to the station pull up our retard database and let you point out the guy sounds fair? *bursts out into more laughter*

Don't think that could really happen? Well it did. To someone I know in Newark, NJ
Smh

Feeling Horrible

2009-04-14T09:41:00.001-04:00

So last night I broke it off with my girl. After almost 6 years of being off and on.

She HATES me.

I don't blame her honestly.

Before anyone gets to thinking the WRONG thing. It's not another female or anything like that. I just had a bunch of small reasons added to the fact that I'm not happy and can't be completely happy until I get my life together as far as my career and lifestyle goes.

To keep it funky, she's not into my music at all and that's not good thing. I mean, don't get it twisted, she respects the fact that I love music and its a major part of my life but she isn't into as much as I would like her to be. She's proven that to me on countless occasions.

She wanted me to take our relationship to another level and I couldn't although she deserves that and I wanted to give that to her. The fact of the matter is that I wouldn't be able to for the next couple years
If not longer. I mean it all boiled down to me not wanting to string her along for a ride where it's not garunteed that I'll end up giving her what she wanted, what she deserved, what our goal was as a couple

*deep sigh*

I love the mess out of that girl. I gotta do what's best for both of us and that means being be myself right now...I just hope one day she'll understand

random words

2009-03-31T00:21:00.003-04:00

Hey folks!
I'm back at random...like usual...

anther video blog :-)
I know I'm dark so shush...

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

Wit yo Bummy Ass!

2009-03-10T12:31:00.004-04:00

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

Man Oh Man

2009-03-08T10:19:00.002-04:00

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!

As far as my Music Goes

2009-03-03T18:28:00.003-05:00

It's a love hate relationship.

I don't have writers block any more and that's a relief but I'll be damned if I can't find the time to write nowadays lol. Family drama piling up on top of a work schedule and semi-demanding classes I guess. Through it all, I somehow still manage to be pretty productive.

Mixtape wise, I have come to a decision regarding "Gray-Def is my Mind-State" ...I was just going to rush it and get it out so that you all could enjoy some music and let that hold you until I start working on the second installment of "The Perseverance" series but after observing that cat Knowledge and how much work he's putting into his CD I have dismissed that idea. I do need product for the addicts but I do not need some watered down rushed ish so I'm kicking that mixtape to the side and just doing the second Perseverance. Everybody who talks to me about the series knows that my heart is in that way more than any other solo projects of mine so it seems like the right decision. Don't worry about not hearing any music from me though because I will put out a few of the tracks that didn't make it from the old mixtape that I was working on.

Now that that's out of the way. I would like to thank everyone for watching my video and giving me some feedback!!!
Now befriend me on youtube you bunch of nuts!

newness

2009-02-24T23:25:00.003-05:00

I miss blogging. I miss it quite a bit and will get back to it soon enough. until then, I have a bunch of videos/vlogs to hold you over. I'll be posting them one by one so leave your comments, befriend me on youtube, give advice and criticism and tell ya momma it was good while it lasted.

Here's the first of many:

No MLK Day?

2009-01-07T06:30:00.000-05:00

I really don’t how I feel about my job giving us off for every other nationally recognized holiday except for MLK day…

I love making money just as much as the next man but I doubt that I’ll be attending work on the 19th of January. It’s the principle of the matter for me. Like I wouldn’t expect the owner of my company to completely understand the importance of MLK day with his Anglo-Norman ass...but at least some respect should be shown. Do you know what people went through to get this day nationally recognized? Anglo-Norman…whatever…I mean who the eff is even Anglo-Norman in the first place?…yeah his ass-hole’s most likely a two way street and I know for a fact that his wife’s a coke-head posing as a philanthropist…But um, YEAH I AINT POST TO BE GETTING INTO ALLA DAT! …I’m posting to find out how you all feel about jobs that don’t give off for MLK day

So what sayest thou?

Apple taking DRM's out of our lives?

2009-01-06T10:06:00.002-05:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/7813527.stm

This is kind of a big deal...

Getting Mine in '09

2009-01-05T12:45:00.003-05:00

So I spent New Years with my fam out in Philly…
The plan was to chill together and set the tone for 09 as two young, black, music executives and a successful, ill chick *shoulder shrugs* lol

After we drove done there, Knowledge took my chick and I into Center City and we partied at this small spot that blasted GOOD hip-hop music. It was MAD fun! I danced with this random chick who was looking bored because all of the guys were hitting on her friend. I tried to break dance (my up-rock is bonkers kid)! I spat game at this dude’s chick while he was trying to get at mine (I wasn’t trying to bag her so shush people daaag). We danced all crazy with a bunch of white people and used my black-burry’s GPS to find the spot where we parked lol…“good times were had by all” (Hey Knowledge! Gimme dat PHRASE FOOL dis a full-time JACK MOVE!)

I also realized that New Years is one of THE MOST opportune times to try and bag a chick…If you’re like me and know that you have personality out the ass and your fresh is ferocious but you’re mad shy when it comes to approaching a female and initiating conversation then continue to read this paragraph (otherwise, you can skip ahead) On New Years Eve the one thing that you can get away with is saying “Happy New Years” with a really excited tone. Usually the chickitie you have your eye on will respond back with the same level of excitement! Then you can take a few routes depending on your confidence, the chick and setting…you can ask her what is it that she wants the new year to bring her? You can initiate an exchange of actions between you and her that respectfully says “hey I wanna dance with you so what’s the deal ma?” You can also say something crazy like “now that the new year is finally here, I don’t feel too weird about these ‘I’m getting mine in 09’ boxers that I have on” lol…but make sure you have those boxers on to back up your word lol. As a matter of fact, don’t do the last one unless you have the wit and fresh to pull that off…(it will induce a smile or laugh out of a chick though ;-))

In the morning we woke up and recorded a song over a Nicolay beat and went grocery shopping…then Knowledge made New Years dinner: Greens (symbolizes paper money), black eyed peas (symbolizes coins/metal money), pork (that’s just for luck) and rice (symbolizes that we’ll do well with the chicketies lol syke nah…he just made rice because he felt it was needed) Then my chick and I made our way back to Jersey and I texted knowledge to tell him to have a slice of this cake he bought earlier so we could be “caking in 09” lol…I had a Little Debbie cake snack (that trick be getting it IN with the baked goods son)

Since New Years I’ve been pretty productive musically, I’ve recorded two tracks and had an artist (Mike da Mad Scientist) come through to my crib from NYC to record a few tracks for his mixtape he rocked over a few of my beats and did da damn thing. Now that that’s done, my music focus is back on the following (in order of project receiving top priority):

[drops 1st quarter]
Thru Playin Round Here (Knowledge’s CD)
Gray-Def is MY Mind-State (My CD)

[drops 2nd quarter]
I think the title is Open Mics lol (The Union Mixtape) Live From the Garden (A Collab mixtape with Fee-Nices )

[drops 3rd quarter]
The Perseverance Vol. 2 (2nd release of my Journal Series)

[drops 4th quarter]
Try’na Catch da Beat Vol. 1 (My mixtape that’ll have all kinds of feature and will show off me as a producer

That’s it for now…back to work…
Happy 09!!!!!!!

The Good Ole Days

2008-12-29T09:32:00.004-05:00

In high school I rolled with this crew of hard-core emcees named The Branch. The group was comprised of my friends from my neighborhood. We were all really serious about our craft (rhyming) and were basically offered free studio time at this spot around the way. After the crew started recording their first mixtape, I was kicked to the curb. (I didn’t completely fit their gangster style and my lyrics wasn’t good enough according to some members) At first I was distraught because I would be the only Branch member battling every little niggah in the high school who EVEN LOOKED at our squad wrong. How could they kick me out when I was THE MOST respected high school emcee in our three city radius at the time (that was a BIG look back in those day lol)

Moving on, before I was dropped, I linked up with these white emcees in my high school who kept getting suspended as a result of them making diss records about the teachers they hated and the principal. They called themselves Dynamic Direction. We crossed paths when a whack group made a mixtape dissing The Branch and Dynamic camps. We retaliated with our own diss (me featuring as a rep for The Branch) A week after the Cd came out, they found out that I had got “dropped” from my camp and went pretty hard recruiting me.

We eventually started trying to form a label together. We rented out halls and teen clubs to throw parties and perform at. After one of our last parties I came home ONLY to receive THE BIGGEST ASS WHOOPING of the decade…I mean, belts, fists, high heeled shoes and a coaxial cable (the one you use for cable television). What the hell did I do to deserve this type of embarrassment? Here I am, an 11th grade honors student, getting my ass dug in by my mother…report cards wasn’t even due to come out for another month or so and I KNOW I didn’t get a “C” this semester so WHAT THE BLOOD-CLOT SON!. Come to find out the SAT’s that I had signed up to take at the beginning of the year were being given the next day (well 4 hours away) and mom dukes was mad that I didn’t get proper sleep. Ain’t nothing like a good ass-whoopin to tuck you in huh?

My school is a 30 minute walk from home and the test was scheduled for 8:00am (the same time I woke up). After getting another ass-whoopin, I ran to the school and begged my way into the exam room. PHEW! I only missed one math section of the test…not too bad right? Well, it wouldn’t have been had I not fallen asleep during a reading section…I woke up with ten minutes left because the guy giving the instructions for every section became annoyed and threatened to throw me out if I started drifting. For inspiration, I thought about the impending child-abuse that would be waiting for me if I came home early after getting kicked out of the test and woke the phuck up.

A few months later my mom sat me down within arms reach and opened the results in front of me. I remember this like its yesterday…

Mom: Niggah you better be glad this came in the mail because I sho was about to tax yo black ass. I thought you went and hid this shit.

*she opens the envelope thingy*

Mom: Niggah you got a 1370! It aint no 1400 but it’ll do!

MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaan! My butt cheeks un-tensed (lol) and I let out a DEEP breath of relief!

The way kids are supposed to be raised…aaah the good ole days…

Fraturday

2008-12-22T09:31:00.001-05:00

This weekend was pretty productive. My chick and I salvaged our relationship. It wasn’t nothing toooo crazy we just had one of our frequent “moments.” I don’t really think that’s a problem to experience turbulence in our relationship because we’re both stubborn, opinionated and have dominant personalities when you get to know us. The only difference iiiis I’m an Arteest and she’s…well...not lol.

I made two beats and recorded vocals over one of them. AND to top it all off, I spent most of the weekend on Twitter! Man I love that place…Here’s a brief summary of my Fraturday:

So on Friday it was snowing TOO hard to go to school. Let me tell you how this is supposed to go. The Dean told the students that when NYC public schools have cancellations or get out early then the late afternoon and evening classes are cancelled. I got off of work thinking that I would get to go straight home and chill for the rest of the night until something told me to call my school. Why is this Negro telling people to come to school in the middle of a SNOW STORM! I thought about it real hard and came to the conclusion that it’s best if I stay home because my car is not in the most ideal condition for snow and ice travel and I’m not that experienced of a driver to be trying to tackle such a journey by myself. The next day I got into it with my chick all because that heifer called Miscommunication…We’re cool now so I’m just waiting until we both have some free time so we can have that goooooood make up sizzex! Wizzord to ma bizzond (you ever see that one episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force with Emcee Pee-pants? “I got a strizoke in my brizane!” lmaaaaaao)…I also made a beat and recorded for the first time in my room. I got mad rust to shake off but the beat is pretty sick. I was in my room chopping up this Beethoven symphony like *in Kanyes voice* “If I could catch the beat and slow doooown the tempo…”

On Sunday I woke up and went in on the producer tip. I made another beat that took FOREVER for me to get a reasonable mix. After all of that, I watched MY GIANTS CATCH REP ON THE CAROLINA PANTHERS! Ward ran down Julius Peppers-and-nem throats! And YEAH we were experiencing some problems the first two quarters but YOU KNOW WHAT??? We worked through that and got our 1000 flushes on! (I’, yelling a-la Funk Master Flex) SO YOU CAN TELL ANYBODY THAT’S PLANNING ON GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS IN THE NFC! THAT IT’S DIARREAH SEASON IN GIANTS STADIUM BECAUSE WE GOT THAT NUMBER ONE SEED LOCKED DIZZOWN AND THE HOME-FIELD ADVANTAGE GAME IS ON POINT GAME TIGHT BIATCH! GET YOUR WET-WIPES READY! COURTESY FLUSHES FOR ALL THIS YEAR! TONY-BALOGNA-ROMO, FUCK EM! MCNABB, FUCK EM! CLINTON PORTIS, FUCK EM! DEANGELO HALL, FUCK EM! WE RUN THIS ISH FROM GOAL POST TO GOAL POST SO FALL DA EFFE BACK! AND SOMEONE CALL UP THAT CHOCOLATE CHICK THAT STAY AT RBW AND TELL HER WE SELLING PRIDE OVER HERE TWO-FOR-FIVE BECAUSE I KNOW SHE HAD TO SWALLOW HERS EFFIN WITH THEM DAMN COWBOYS!

LET GOOOOO!

Videos for dat ass

2008-12-19T19:36:00.002-05:00

Ever seen the Nigger episode off of the Boondocks Series? Well this video is what it was based off of.

The following video is of this young cat keeping it gully in the streets lol!

"I just wanted to do hood-rat stuff with my friends..."

Inaugural Worries

2008-12-18T18:01:00.000-05:00

At first I thought it was funny that the journalist threw both of his shoes at bush but then I started to think...if the secret service was caught slippin to the point that he was able to remove both of his shoes AND have, not one, but TWO CLEAN shots at the president, then what exactly does that translate to when it comes to the president elect that has received THE MOST death threats in US history???

DIY the Youtube way...

2008-12-17T10:56:00.001-05:00

How a father-son masturbation lecture SHOULD be given lol

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWzOQTFwRBE

New Chair, New Suga Mama, New Mission

2008-12-16T13:35:00.003-05:00

It’s so funny how I’m soooo hard on myself. I mean, yesterday when I was chilling with some cats that go to my school, I was still on my “I could be sooo much better than I am lyrically and as far as making beats are concerned” shit; but after the last bar exited my mouth last night in front of all of those “cool” industry heads at my school and they were jumping around, going crazy and reciting my more memorable lines back to me, I realized that I am a stingy and selfish bastard.

Here I am beating myself up and trying hard to get to the next level because I’m never pleased with my work (it’s always unfinished to me) when there are people out there that love it and need to hear it I mean they don’t need to hear just because of the messages that I often bury deep inside my metaphors. They need to hear it because it gives some of them what they thought was lost and no longer connected with the art. It excites them and inspires them.

I don’t know the exact point that I am trying to make here OR if I’m even out to make one but…I guess it can be seen as a good thing (me being so hard on myself to take my music to the next level) but the selfishness displayed by me keeping my music to myself until I feel that it’s at a good enough level to push it heavy is a crime. With that said, when I finish recording this new mixtape (a collection of completely finished songs that I just had lying around) I’m going to put it out and go hard with promoting it so that the non-believers can see and finally know that I exist.
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How about my job is getting new chairs for EVERY CUBICLE (even the ones where nobody sits). This wouldn’t normally bother me BUT they just did this two months ago so the chairs they are replacing are fairly new and in great shape. I happened to ask the get-rid-of-all-these-damn-chairs-guy where will all the old chairs go and he said in some sort of trash compactor…excuse me? Come again? Please believe a niggah got two of them shits in my back seat waiting to be transported to, and farted on in, my condo.

OOOOH I almost forgot to tell y’all. I got this new thing that I do where I go to the McDonalds by job after I get off a little before 5. I order my food at the speaker then pay for it at the first window. There’s this hefty-ass chick working at the second window who always be smiling at me with strawberry shakes and barbecue packets in her hands. I always say hi, give her a compliment and blow her a kiss REEEEAL COOL JAMES like (because you know LADIES LOOOOVE the kiss blowing ish). Every time I pull off and look in my bag I get a new goodie! An extra burger the way I like it (to all the chicketies out there that’s no onions and extra ketchup with bacon LOL) or two extra pies, some cookies or McNuggets! PLUS you know you gotta go crazy when you get some free McNuggets because we all seen this Mickey Dees R&B commercial right? NO?

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So um yeah this is a big deal here folks! I may be on to something lol.

Random tag...

2008-12-15T15:25:00.002-05:00

So the tagging stuff continues…I’ve been tagged by Skinny black Girl (check out the new Blog role!!!!)

The rules That I’m gonna break are:
1. Link to the person that tagged you, and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaait? They don’t ask you specific questions? Awwww that’s wiggedy WHACK…

1. I’m trying to save money and buy an entire Payless store so I could pass shoes one by one to that Iraqi Journalist and he could hurl them at Bush…lmAo I’ve been cracking up off of that ALL weekend…nah for real though a random fact about me would beeeeeee…I am EXTREMELY bad at keeping in touch:
For Real! Most of my friends don’t even try anymore because they know that I’ll call/text them out of the blue after not speaking to them for like 3 months and act as if nothing’s wrong. I’ve been TRYING to work on this but it’s exhausting because I’m NOT the type to sit up on the phone with someone for all kinds of hours if the convo isn’t hip-hop or Giants related.

2. I am the most forgetful Mo-fo you’ll ever meet:
Let me put it to you like this: When we were in Baltimore, The Union would practice sometimes for our shows and I’m talking going over sets a couple of times RIGHT before we went to the venue. How about I’ll be good at practice and whatnot and then when the host announces us and we’re going on stage I’ll whisper to Knowledge “hey! What’s the first line of my verse for Raw Life?” lol I’m the worst.

3. I lie my ASS off to the chickities about singing:
Most females that hear my voice ask “can you sing? You sound like you can sing.” I don’t understand it in the slightest, but somehow they swear that I can sing based off of my TALKING voice. OK. Some of them actually do their research and find out that I actually used to be in maaaad choirs and choruses in High School and that I used to write R and B hooks for friends buuuuut I tell them that I can’t sing and deny it to NO end. Why? Because you know DAMN WELL What’s coming next: Pleeeeeeeeease can you sing for me? You promised…NO! The only female that’s going to have the privilege of hearing me serenade them (IF you can call it that because I’m really not all that good lol) is the one that convinces me to go out, take the last of these food stamps (you know the purple, orange, green, and brown ones that came in packs in the mail back in the day lol) and put her a ring on lay-a-way.

4. I’m competitive and my hip-hop cohort isn’t as much BUT when he does get in his competitive mood, I try to think of ways to make the contest one that’ll lean towards my favor lol. The only 3 contests that I can honestly come out and say that I WILL win all the time guaranteed when playing against Knowledge are Madden, Chess (weird I know) and Cee-lo:
Any other contests would either result in him winning or a tie...I guess you’re pretty evenly Matched when you choose the same major in high school and get the same SAT scores lol

5. I STILL jump on the bed when I’m excited and shoot videos in my mirror when I hop out of the shower with a brush in my hand!
I SWEAR if anyone EVER saw me acting a fool in the mirror to a pop song I’d prolly roll over and croak but its SOOOO fun!

6. My favorite cookies are Teddy Grahams!
Talk about Piff! I went to their factory a while back and TRUST me when I say they sprinkle large amounts of crack on them things.

7. I can be one of the most ignorant people that you’ve had a conversation with in a while.
I know. I know. Startling folks…I try not to be ignorant all of the time in an attempt to give my people a good name lol.

I’m sure I broke a rule somewhere somehow lol. If not, then I’m breaking one now by not tagging nare a niggah to this ish…

VINCI DONT GET GASSED!

2008-12-11T09:43:00.003-05:00

So like on December 2nd (two days away from the end of my peanut-butter cracker and ramen noodles diet lol) I was hurting REALLY bad for cash. After driving 40 miles, I stopped at a gas station around the corner from my job (the gas light came on) luckily I planned for the occasion and had 6 bucks stashed in my car! Now the cheapest gas station by my job is about 30 or so cents more than the one by my crib so I only asked for two bucks worth of gas (I could make it home off that gotta love honda’s MPG measurements!). I figured that I could use the other four at the gas station by my crib. So I’m feeling all happy and stuff thinking that I found a way to beat the system until I turned around and saw the gas station clerk just staring at me and NO gas being pumped into my baby…okay maybe he didn’t hear me…

Me: uhhh two dollars cash regular please
Clerk: *just sits there staring*
Me: can I have two dollars regular please
Clerk: *continues staring*
Me: *sticks my entire head out of the window and faces clerk* did you hear me? Two dollars…
Clerk: I heard you but, you only want two dollars of gas? No more?
Me: YES
Clerk: No I’m not giving you two dollars of gas. Get out of here! You’re blocking my customers
Me: *just sits in the same spot with my the gear in “park”*
Clerk: if you don’t stop blocking my customers I'm gonna call the police
Me: Call em then niggah!
Clerk: *Flags a cop car down*

After the Indian clerk has a brief conversation with the officer, the cop immediately heads toward my car and sees that I’m a black kid wearing a hoody in a REEEALLY upper-class neighborhood (I don’t belong)

Cop: *in an aggressive tone* is there a problem here!?
Me: *in the purest of white boy voices* yes officer. I stopped here to get some gas and this clerk refuses to serve me. I work at the ______corporation located around the corner so I specifically asked him for two dollars worth of gas because I planned on returning later after I receive my paycheck today and *sighs and takes a beat* listen, I don’ know if this is a racial issue or what but…
Clerk: Nooooo nooo I…
Cop: SHUT UP I’ve heard enough from you now give this man his gas now.

The clerk gives me two bucks worth of gas and walks up toward the driver window only for the cop to stop him and wave me off to drive away. I guess he thought I paid the clerk two dollars before he arrived.

I took my black ass down the street and got TWO MORE dollars of gas

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLING!

BTW I’m on twitter so send me a message and we could follow each other *in Martin Luther King’s voice* TOOO THEEEE PROOOOMISE LAAAAAAND! Lol I’m stupid I know.

Reflective (this post is mad emo)

2008-12-05T12:36:00.003-05:00

So yesterday I got home and looked in the mirror. I’ve grown quite a lot since the last time I’ve done this (which should indicate that this is not me literally looking in the mirror). After adjusting to the more mature looking me, I took a look at what I was wearing and realized that what I had on no longer went with the “upgraded me.” Not only is it offbeat style wise, but my outfit was also too small for me. My bottoms were high-waters and the rest of it was just ridiculously small. Needless to say, I thought long and hard about what changes needed to be made to my appearance to better reflect my progression without compromising my uniqueness and weird, pseudo forward-thinkingness lol. I came up with an answer and I plan on trying out my new wardrobe on Monday of next week. I hope every important person in my life likes it but I doubt half of them will because some people who sought me as a form of refuge and security will start to see me as a potential threat and act accordingly. I’ve started a new chapter of my life last month and that alone requires/deserves a new beat to be taken (triple entendre right there ;-) )

If I was a normal person I would have put off this “changing myself for the better” until the New Year but The Union (The flagship hip-hop act of Gray-Definition Music Group) doesn’t believe in putting off progression. Now…Lets get this Blog ROLLING

I send out my prayers to MP. She’s going through some tough times and if I was a gangsta or something, I’d bust a shot in her name but I’m not so I’ll read a book instead cool? Cool.

NEXT

If You Only Knew:
Karrie b: She’s going hard with her deprogramming campaign and I am in support of it. My perception of it all is that everyone is a personified license/stated ID. The only problem is that when you take a close look at the majority’s info, you realize that most people’s ID says that they are just another John/Jane Doe or that they have a false identity that have been defined and made up by everybody except themselves. I refuse to let the media perform a corporate takeover with my identity stock (if that even makes sense to you).
Muze: Miss Glorious aka Muze is sick…She needs to move her Detroit ass to Jersey/NYC for situations like this so a niggah could wait on her talented ass hand and foot lmao

Negro please:
1/3rd: Because she is THE BIGGEST punk this side of the Mississippi. You should’ve heard what she told me a few days ago. Plus, anybody who knows her knows that she’s just a big scaredy cat in general.
Eb the Celeb: She actually thought that the Cowboys could get with the G-men at the beginning of this seaon ugh…I used to think you were attractive then you started rocking silver and blue YUCKITIES! lol

Props:
The above section is gender sensitive so props to Yellow Rebel for keeping me informed and saving me from boredom with his posts...This dude’s blog is ill on the low tho.

MUSIC
So The Union has been BUSY. We’ve been mixing tracks and writing new songs for the next CD. We realized just HOW MUCH music we have sitting around waiting to be released. We also tweaked our future plans as far as music is concerned during our last teleconference lol.

Last night I got a text from a chick that lives down-south. She listens to snap music and stuff like Chamillionare and Plies all of the time so I couldn’t for the life of me understand what she was doing on my myspace. Turns out she likes my music and wants to hear more and learn about more artists that put out music like mine. So Braaaaaaat! Whack Hip-hop! Take DAT!

Fee and I have agreed to work on a collab Jersey mixtape together and I can only imagine the result of some craziness like that lol.

Work
My new Indian co-worker only stinks sporadically now and that’s better than everyday as far as my nostrils are concerned. I don’t get paid for holidays and stuff like that until March when most of the holiday vacations are over and done with ugh! I’m still just happy to have a job because I’m starting to see too many people get fired and laid off and it’s a shame.

FUNNIES
I really don’t have any REALLY funny stuff to put right here.
I did read an article a minute ago about the British government putting pads around light poles and metal street signs and what not. Why? Because too many citizens started to report head injuries that were sustained by walking into the poles while walking and not looking up when texting.

OOOOH! So we had a substitute for Audio Electronics Theory on Monday. The guy was giving the most random lecture I’ve EVER heard…

Sub: Now in an RC circuit your have to also calculate the phase angle because you’re no longer dealing with just current and resistance, you’re also dealing with frequencies. Like for example...
*He walks over to me in the front of the class*
Some may say that this young man, because of his skin color, looks JUST like Dekembe Motumbo…
Me: Some may also say that your mom’s throat looks JUST like a maternity ward but that’s just a matter of opinion…
Sub: Are you antagonizing the integrity of my mom’s promiscuity?
Me: Are you antagonizing me because of my skin color?
Sub: No you answer my question boy!
Me: Umm I’m no boy George Lucas…besides *laughs* you’re question makes NO sense…do you even know the definition of promiscuity?
Sub: You will leave my mom’s sexuality alone…
Me: And you’ll leave my skin color alone
Sub: I was merely using your skin color as an example…
Me: As I was your mom’s throat *class ROARS with laughter* In all honesty, you didn’t have to use skin color as an example in a circuitry class. You could’ve had the best of intensions but no one asked any questions or even hinted that they needed some form of elaboration after you gave your original explanation; so you were volunteering your example and to do that at the expense of my skin color, I feel is a cheap shot and mandates that I put you in check.
*class Amens and starts agreeing*

*He say’s he’ll “talk to me later” and continues with class*

RELATIONSHIPS
I’m the worst boyfriend. I’m telling you all. I live a life that’s not the most compatible with a relationship, time wise, to be real with you all. I don’t know. I try to make her happy but when you add that with the other incompatibilities that are present, I start to wonder if I deserve her or am I meant to leave her alone and let her grow. She’s a beautiful woman and needs her space (in general) to grow just like I did but what if I’m the person that’s holding her back? What if our relationship is preventing her from realizing how much potential she has to reach her dreams. I thought that by going hard to reach my goals and dreams she would see that ANYTHINGS possible, but I’m not sure if she realizes that ANYTHING includes her too. I got so much confidence in her and I hope all goes well.

Oh and for all of you readers out there…I was reading a text from my friend about this and figured I’d share a portion of its content. if someone says that they “love” you don’t say it back, there are no if’s and’s or but’s about it…you are accepting whatever consequences that comes with your silent response. Whether they let you know how you hurt them or not.

IN RECENT NEWS
the Grammy Nominations were announced recently and here goes some of the categories:

Album of the Year:
Coldplay - Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends
Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III
Ne-Yo - Year of the Gentleman
Robert Plant and Alison Krauss - Raising Sand
Radiohead - In Rainbows
Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group:
Big Boi (featuring Raekwon and Andre 3000) - “Royal Flush”
T.I. (featuring Jay-Z, Lil Wayne and Kanye West) - “Swagga Like Us”
Lil Wayne (featuring Jay-Z) - “Mr. Carter”
Ludacris (featuring T.I.) - “Wish You Would”
Young Jeezy (featuring Kanye West) - “Put On”
Song of the Year:
Estelle (featuring Kanye West) - “American Boy”
Adele - “Chasing Pavements”
Jason Mraz - “I’m Yours”
Sara Bareilles - “Love Song”
Coldplay - “Viva la Vida”
Best Rap Album:Jay-Z - American Gangster
Lil Wayne - Tha Carter III
Lupe Fiasco - The Cool
Nas - Untitled
T.I. - Paper Trail
Producer of the Year, Non-Classical:
Danger Mouse
Nigel Godrich
Johnny Karkazis
Rick Rubin
will.i.am
Best Alternative Music Album:
Beck - Modern Guilt
Death Cab for Cutie - Narrow Stairs
Gnarls Barkley - The Odd Couple
My Morning Jacket - Evil Urges
Radiohead - In Rainbows
Best Rap Solo Performance:
Jay-Z - “Roc Boys (And the Winner Is...)”
Lil Wayne - “A Milli”
Lupe Fiasco - “Paris, Tokyo”
Nas - “N.i.*.*.e.r. (The Slave and the Master)”
Snoop Dogg - “Sexual Eruption”
Best Rap Song:
Lil Wayne - “Lollipop”Flo Rida (featuring T-Pain) -
“Low”Snoop Dogg - “Sexual Eruption”
Lupe Fiasco (featuring Matthew Santos) - “Superstar”
T.I. (featuring Jay-Z, Kanye West & Lil Wayne) - “Swagga Like Us”
Best Rap/Sung Collaboration:
Estelle (featuring Kanye West) - “American Boy”
Flo Rida (featuring T-Pain) - “Low”
John Legend & Andre 3000 - “Green Light”
Lil Wayne featuring T-Pain - “Got Money”
Lupe Fiasco (featuring Matthew Santos) - “Superstar”
Best Short Form Music Video:Erykah Badu - “Honey”
Gnarls Barkley - “Who's Gonna Save My Soul”
Alicia Keys and Jack White - “Another Way to Die”
Radiohead - “House of Cards”
Weezer - “Pork and Beans”

LYRICS
This track is a song form an Common Sense Called

Dooinit

Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x)

Mo'fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves
Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky'
Specially when you as bitch as Missy
Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it's a shame
What money do to a nigga brain
If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain?

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)

My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts that say "We gotta get over"
That juggy shit is over, the war is on
I only want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark
For niggas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart
Don't fuck with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a FUCK what you made in a year, nigga, you wack
A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim
He fell off cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)

You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs
Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of faggots, your name is mentioned
With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good
From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood
From what a nigga says to what's understood
Keep my shit tight like them boys in "The Wood"
Dick is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'm a bitch slap the next one
Let him know the world is my section for taking
You got to reduce aggression

"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it"
"C O double M O to the N" (cut and scratched 4x)

Jive Turkeys

2008-12-01T10:12:00.002-05:00

Now I had the luxury of meeting a few new family members this turkey day. One of my distant uncles got married. His family came over and I met some really cute female cousins. They were mad cool too and had a nice sense of humor BUT they didn’t know where to draw the line as far as family is concerned because the three chicks kept trying flirting real hard with my two cousins and I. I was a little flattered because my one cousin is a model and he gets PAID. His brother is a thug and he gets LAID. Me...I'm just an Arteest lol...so for me to get hit on by one of these mad sexy chicks was a little bit of an honor but it was retarded and felt really weird because we're related.
Anyways, because they are not here and I want you all to see what my Turkey day was like, I made it so that you, The Reader, takes the place of teh chick that was kicking it with me all night at this glorious event.

*A Loooooooooooooooong semi-Heartfelt, prayer full of tears, shoutouts, and an Oscar nomination is giving by my aunt after everyone arrives*

*I pass an empty plate and clean silverware to you*

*I pour you some drink…after all what the phuck is JUICE right?*

*everyone gets up goes around piling food on their plate buffet style like my family does every Thanksgiving*

Me: The different foods that you have to pick and choose from are: Mac & Cheese (mmmm!), yams (a more appropriate name would be mashed sweet potatoes with NO flavor made by my other aunt who will from here on out be referred to as “Get yo ass from the stove”), cornbread, stuffing, Honey Ham, turkey, curry goat, fried chicken, collard greens…

Me: *whipser* don’t touch them though “get yo ass from the stove’s” momma made them and your toilet and built for that kinda warfare...

Me: Rice and beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, string beans, potatoe salad, macaroni salad, and LASAGNA??? Wtf? Lasgna???
*I turn towards Uncle Coofi and asks...*
Me: Who the hell made some bull-shit-ass LASAGNA for *stomps foot on each syllable* TUUURRR-KKKEEEEEY DAAY!

Unclce Coofi: That damn “get yo ass from that stove!” I been telling y’all niggahs dat somebody dropped ass on her head when she was younger but y’all hard-haeded! Now look what her special ass done phucked up and did…cooked Lasagna for Thanks mother phucking giving!

STOP!
*freeze frame* …now, Uncle Coofi is a funny character. He can’t read. He didn’t go to school when he was younger because he used to run the numbers for local gangster and eventually became a well known runner for the Itallian Mafia or Mob or whatever they called themselves in North Newark NJ like 4 decades ago. He got out of it though and started became a legit blue collar worker. Now when he’s not working, He’s flipping houses and renting them out to elderly women on section 8. Somewhere along the line he gained a buncha weight and now he weighs a little over 400 lbs…yeah a baby whale is an understatement…The reason why I chose for his name to be “Uncle Coofi is that he thinks my Super-Christian Aunt is really funny with her religious ways so every family function where there’s food he’ll go around asking everyone as they eat their swine “why you eating alla dat swine aint you muuuuslim?” it pissed my aunt off the first couple of years that he did it…but she got over it.

Me: Ok now that you’re done eating all of that, you can come munch on all of these cakes….we got chocolate, powdered, pound, and just regular Yellow cake…
*I turn to Bigums and ask...*
Me: Now why do we have just regular yellow cake again? Where’s the frosting?
Bigums McGee: because SOMEBODY ran outta frosting and didn’t feel like going out to get some more with they lazy selves…but oh well, it’s still Banging
*she gets back to eating her third slice*
Me: Oh and we got some pie as well, but you can’t have any if you’re a recovery drug addict because we know how hard the road to recovery can sometimes be and my Aunt sprinkling crack on the top of each of these bad boys is not what 4 out of 5 doctors would recommend for your normal detoxification…

Me: Now after you’ve stuffed yourself to copacity, realize that we only have two bathrooms in the house. One on the ground level and one downstairs…the tissue is right here in this basket next to the kitchen if either bathroom runs out and…

Me: *whisper* hmmm they got some good soft tissue this time instead of that wax paper they usually keep stocked…LOOK AT THEM SHOWING OFF!

Me: Make sure you open the windows and spray before you leave out. Oh, but please, if you d open the windows before you leave out…like five minutes later please close em back because its mad uncomfy taking heem dump with the shivers…

Now we would normally play monopoly and cheat the entire time but we’re doing something different this year because my aunt done learned this new game called mafia.

Did ya have fun? Well if not maybe you'll laugh later on when my Unlce's wife shows up and the family see's that she's missing a finger...we wound up asking her if she wanted to go bowling that night or ring shopping with us on black friday lmao

5 Brain...Waves Under the Doo-Rag

2008-11-25T09:26:00.002-05:00

1. I’m pissed: So I was driving last night on the highway while talking to MP’s crazy-sexy-cool behind lol and drove over some glass in the middle of the roadway…I had no choice because it was a crowded highway and that prevented me from switching lanes. It was extremely scary because I was in-between two tractor trailer trucks and after riding on my rims for a couple of miles with my hazards on, these damn Jersey drivers wouldn’t allow me to switch lanes and pull over to the side of the road. After calming down and talking to Knowledge, I eventually got out and threw a doughnut on there until I got home. AAAAAND to make a long story short, all of the car places were closed except for one and that one made me pay dang near 90 bucks for the balancing and placement of the tire (I’ve had a tire put on, balanced and rotated to the back for 70 so I was pissed…) Rent is right around the corner and I’m not feeling too happy right about now because not only did I have to spend 90 bucks that I did not already have…but I just found out that I don’t get paid for holidays and whatnot…so my next check should be a couple hundred bucks shorter than what I expected it to be. Damn these 5 day weekends…

2. *cues vintage 50 Cent* “You got robbed while selling crack? THAT AINT GANSTA/ You only a thug when you rap? THAT AINT GANSTA!”
I saw on the news that a burglar broke into some couples house only to meet the husband with a fully loaded shotgun in his hands…the police report stated that when they arrived, the burglar was being forced to scrub the kitchen floor at gun point and that by that time the couple had forced him to take out the garbage, wash the dishes, clean the downstairs bathroom, and vacuum the living room. My thing is HOW LONG did it take for the police to arrive??? I think they didn’t call the police until most of the chores were done.

3. I wish 10 years of gut wrenching, bowl over-flowing diarrhea on Greg Jennings from the Greenbay Packers…Last night he helped my opponents fantasy football team to win 65 to 70…Now I HAVE to win the next game in order to make it to the playoffs…

4. Go check out Knowledge’s first video blog (see blog roll) unfortunately, my job has a dick-in-the-booty proxy server and I’m not allowed to watch videos of any sort ugh!

5. So…I’ve found a way to beat the system…I don’t have to buy lunch everyday because there is this female that works down the hall from me and every time I put on a suit and tie, brings back a fresh order of Chinese food and tells me that I look good (calling me all KINDS of chocolate…J) So um…yeah…guess who’s about to be brooks brothers’d out!

oh…and 1/3rd is gonna get a EXTRA juicey jherri curls :-p

j/k…

10

2008-11-24T12:40:00.001-05:00

random phrases or montras that I eaither live by and tell to myself on a regular basis, or that I say to people on the regular...

The wages of sin is death, but the gift of god is eternal life so stop feeding into beefs and violence…You got too much blessings coming your way…

Failure is NOT an option (its what got me thus far in life)

“I was looking at success from a far~ but so far
I’ve done came so far~that those clouds aint so far…” –Da Vinci (real talk…)

I’m not gonna be eating Noodles and Peanut-butter crackers all of my life… (I did get some rice and hot wings on Sunday…ooooooh when I reminisce over you lol)

UnioNoMics..its the way of life lol…(spend a day with Knowledge and I and you’ll understand)

She could get ALL of it aaaaand a little more mmm mmm mmm! (a few Blog chicks could too but I promise I’ll behave…)

*stuffing a crowbar between the driver and passenger seat of car* “let a niggah run up on my whip now!” (As much as I need this! And as much as I endured to get this, I’ll dig all in a niggah ass with this crowbar if he on some New Jersey drive ish)

(chopping samples in my room) *In Kanye’s voice* I’m try’na catch dat beat!

When I graduate I’m walking across the stage butt-ass-naked with a cowboy hat eating a twinkie after doing 17,000 sit-ups and pouring baby oil on my 64 pack!

It’s the verbal arteest, Like me now or love me later…

2008-11-20T09:21:00.003-05:00

So now that my life is slowly getting in order I can get back to focusing on the MOST important female in my life. MUSIC!!!!!!!!

I only have a few weeks left in my semester and that means that I will have a few hours of free time after work pretty soon. I’ve been getting inspired a whooooole lot lately and that only means better music for my listeners. Plus, this Atlantic situation has made me more hyped to get some quality music done.

I’ve been listening to the following new tracks for the past week or so non-stop

The Renaisance (the entire CD)- Q-Tip
Stay up – Kanye West
Where’s my Fucking Genesis (I think its called that)–Charles Hamilton (he’s cool a lil bit for now)
Any Jay Electronica tracks I can find
I don’t know the name of this new Common song
The entire Rustee Jux CD (can’t remember the name guys sorry)

ANYWAYS…(people at my job keep bothering em and throwing off my flow while I’m writing this)
*looks for his staple gun* Now let a niggah get big and see don’t I Adolf his top-hat! lmAo

So yeah, The Union is getting WAY more focused as their lives become less convoluted. I’m going to start hitting up the music scene REALLY hard and I NEED for you to pray for me because today I take an exam that is 60 percent architectural. We’ve been studying world class music studios as well as semi-professional studios. I know how to design them, the psychology behind the décor of certain studios (gotta make artists feel naturally creative), the materials that are and can be used. How the acoustics are effected by all of these decisions and so on and so forth (this would be a loooong post if I said all of the different aspects of building a 10 or more million dollar music studio) ANYWAYS…This mess is kinda intense and I need as much help as I could get lol!

PS: Just as I was typing the last part, the mail delivery guy comes in with this 5 foot rolled up schematic of some sort andis supposed to bring it to the stinky lady behind me who is drifting to sleep. Now the schematic is rolled up like paper towels so what did homeboy decide to do? Well, he put one end to his mouth and the other to her ear and and SCREAMED at the top of his lungs "RICOLA!"

ROTFLMAO

The Move

2008-11-19T09:40:00.000-05:00

So I moved into this condo community in a really safe area on the Saturday that just passed (the 15th of November). It’s really great looking and cozy. I’m really proud of myself and it feels surreal every time I enter my new spot. The move was horrible because my family knew that I was moving on Saturday (they are the ones that bumped up the date and said that I had to be out by then) but offered no help. I had to rent a u-haul (I’ve only been driving for like 2 or 3 weeks) and do all of the moving by myself (they were home for most of the day but around 3 they all left to go to a party and didn’t come back until late in the night when I had finished moving my stuff) I was pissed at first yeah because if it was anybody else in my family, or me moving after graduating from Morgan, then I would have had more help than I would have needed. I eventually cheered up because I realized that in the end when I make something out of myself my victory (me proving everybody wrong and being successful) will be more sweet.

Anyways, Meatball wound up helping me out and that sped up the process. I wound up having to stop around 6:30ish because my part of jersey had a hurricane warning and it started raining oceans to the point of very little visibility…and being a new driver whipping a U-hual in Jersey traffic at night when its raining that hard is NOT what’s up. I finished getting the rest of my stuff after church on Sunday and now I’m just getting settled into my spot after school. On Monday I built my computer desk and was pleased with the outcome. I swear having a drill is like having a second d!ck as far as male pride concerned lol.

Driving

2008-11-18T09:50:00.001-05:00

Ok so check it…

A few weeks ago I was offered a car

…Out of the blue, Knowledge tells me that as long as I get my license and everything else associated with having a car then I’ll be driving. I guess he’s tired of coming to my blog and reading about my 4 hour commute in the morning lol. So I sign up for my road test. I know from the jump that no one in my family is willing to let me use their car for the 20 or so minutes that it takes to complete the driving exam so I decide that ill drop 150 out of my moving money on a driving school. During the free lesson that’s included in the deal, my instructor (an Asian cat) decides that he’ll explain parallel parking to me before I try it. His exact words are “parallel parking isa reeeeal easy. Juuust rememba, you a-have ta be a smoooove like-a tiiiiger!” (PLEASE let it be known that I'm really not exagerating) I’m trying SOOOO hard not to laugh in homeboys face but it was SOOOOO hard. Moving on, my driving sensei took me around the DMV’s neighborhood for a few minutes and then I continued on my quest to become an official road ninja.

AFTER ACING MY TEST, I rush to Baltimore for a rained out homecoming. It’s cool though because Knowledge and I got to chill Murry and wound up watching 1/3rd’s dog run around on its front two paws while scraping it’s @ss on the carpet in act of desperation (her dog has Super HerpaghonasyphillAIDS…) That was a site for sore eyes FOR REAL people! I didn’t realize how much I miss my friends in Baltimore until I was on the train going home.

Anyway, I went to PA to go get the whip a week later after running up in the DMV with a staple gun and a mask screaming “you don’t know nare niggah!” (I’m in a goofy mood people I’m sorry! lol) MY FIRST TIME DRIVING OUTSIDE OF A DRIVING SCHOOL CAR WAS SPENT ON HIGHWAYS COMING BACK TO JERSEY FROM PA PEOPLE!

I’m all over the place I know but I’m trying to remember all of the important things to tell you all…

Ummmm…my commute has been cut down from 4 hours in the morning to 1 hour and 15 minutes in the morning!

That’s it as far as my whip is concerned…I gotta get back to work now…thanks again Knowledge…now your mom doesn’t have to wait as long when she wants dat @ss waxed on the late night tip.

The Overview...The Update...The Return...

2008-11-17T10:05:00.001-05:00

Ok so I know I was supposed to post last night but I’m posting today so shoot me …nah I’m kidding that ish HURTS!

I’ve been through so many emotions in the past few weeks that’s its ridiculous but the bottom line IS that I’m driving in my WHIP with my LICENSE that I finally got. I just MOVED from my aunts crib into my condo this past weekend and an Atlantic records rep stumble across my myspace a couple of weeks back and asked me for my demo…I has a preliminary meeting (the first of many) and wowed the socks off of the Atlantic rep but I REFUSE to brag about things right now because humbleness has gotten me this far.

Ok now that’s the overview of things let me break stuff down in detail for you all over the next few days worth of posts…

School: I have been getting 96’s on all of my exams and tests…I can’t geta 97 to save my life. I should be happy with these 96’s but there is a guy that sits next to me in class who gets 100’s EVERY DANG TEST! Its urking me and I wanna take a shovel to his head for REAL! I’ve been networking my behind off at my school and acting extra social even when I don’t feel like it and it has been paying off because now I am pretty well known amongst my peers and collaborations and resources are at the tip of my fingertips.

Work: this new chick works here and she works directly behind me. The problem IS that because of her culture…she smell like thyroids and that’s a no bueno especially when its in the middle of November and I have to shiver while smelling her because she some how thinks that its hot and decides to cut on her personal fan. I need this job so I’m using all of my patience and energy to keep my mouth in check guys…

My boss continues to show me maaaaad love and every other week asks me to come in for overtime (which I have NO problem with because I there were quite a few unforeseen expenses)

Football: the GIANTS continue to demand that everyone respect their authoritay! I’m loving it because both of my fantasy teams are benefiting from this and I suspect that when it comes time for the playoffs, I’ll be makin MO MONEY MO MONEY MO MONEY! Lol

Umm that’s it for now because the next post is gonna be on my getting my license and driving experience…shout out to my niggah Knowledge aka AK bka phucka loan! With her brains, your girl put Knowledge thru college…eeeeh whatever lol

PS: MP I haven’t forgotten you ma I GOT YOU!

stay tuned

2008-11-05T09:28:00.000-05:00

We will air your regularly scheduled program (insert program here______ Ramblings of The Verbal Arteest) on November 16th…

Damn it Da Vinci! You were supposed to take out the script text!

This Post HAD a Purpose

2008-10-29T07:49:00.000-04:00

Sooo... I noticed that I'm going to hit my 100th post pretty soon...

I would have hit it around the time KB and 1/3 hit theirs if I wasn't so damn lazy lol.

For those of you who don't know, your 100th post is supposed to be super special for whatever reasons and you're supposed to do something big and exciting...

I had a few ideas that would furrow a few eyebrows, but I doubt if they'll happen.

I read about the Jennifer Hudson's family tragedy not too long ago (see...I'm on CP time even when it comes to gettin my news) and I wish I knew her like that, I'd get her a fresh pair of Starburrys...*shoulder shrugs* fresh kicks make me smile when I'm extra sad...

OMG I know I was NOT just walking on this train and saw a niggah with a typewriter! Oh heeeell no! AND the niggahs drinking a ma phuckin CAN of Doctor Pepper! You know he's on some ish cause EVERYBODY KNOWS that its SO mandatory to drink soda out of a glass bottle when you rocking a typewriter. Well, at least he's entertained listening music on his Ipod touch...yeah I wish 1 year of diareah on him for dat ignorance...

Sooooooooo my sister has full blown "!training bras are so yesterday" ippies ugh! :-( I'm extremely horrified and am thinking about updating the itchy-bang-bang collection just in case these lil niggahs start gettin anxious. I AINT PLAYING! I was thinking about changing my name to "Nare Niggah" and dressing up in kids jeans so wide I could fit my folded legs in them and walk around with sneakers tied at my knees so I could go to her school and make sure aint no "lil sammy in the face ass" niggahs trying some "lemme sing to you and lotion your legs ish." (Ladies don't be frontin like that aint work neither bc I stayed with the supreme thigh action in middle school thanks to the likes of johnson and johnson)

Damn it's almost my stop already? Well, I gotta go and be fat at Mcdonalds before they end this whole monopoly game that I'm trying SO HARD to win. OMG! How is that I only need 1 piece for EVERY property block on the board! If you all got pieces then email me at blackron02@gmail.com so we could pimp the system and split the prize money (especially all of you collecting pieces a considerable distance from NJ)

~1
P.S. I'm serious about that monopoly thing. I need some money sheeeeeeeed Times is hard on the Boulevard

Black-Burry Blogging

2008-10-28T08:48:00.002-04:00

I really should be talking about last weekend (which turned out really good despite some circumstances), but I don't feel like it AND knowledge's punk @ss will prolly post about it.

So I leave out the house around 4 this morning and it wasn't raining like the weather man said it would be. In fact, it's snowing. Now, it wasn't snowing real hard and the snow itself wasn't completely solid but when you have to stand on a bus stop for an hour because the bus is 45 minutes late, your feet start to curse you out something serious. In fact, I wound up havin to spend money on a cab to get to work on time (stupid bus).

So I'm sitting on the train going home last night. As I'm on the train looking at this dumb white chick who chose to wear old navy flip-flops in penguin weather, I start thinking about my music and realize that I've been neglecting my pen. I immediately take out my pad and surprisingly got pretty far writing 5 different tracks..."I Miss Her," then a song about my mother, then a metaphor driven funny track called "smacking the ish outta satan", then a poem called "if I had my way," and a track called "dove surfing" that knowledge is going to hate because I wrote it so that no one understands its meaning except for me. (so call me selfish) Oh well....

Oh by the way, Blackberry messenger is the new piff!
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Where did I put That Damn Umbrella

2008-10-23T22:38:00.000-04:00

How about today I woke up around 20 minutes late. (Its not that bad because I usually wake up early enough to take my time and get dressed) While rushing to get ready, I checked the time of the next train and called a cab 30 minutes before the train is supposed to arrive at the station that is 10 minutes away from my crib. The cab pulls up to my house 27 minutes later...

I'm pissed by the time I get on the next train that came 30 minutes late because my commute is time sensitive and I can't afford losses like this. I get to penn station in newark and check the tv screen with the track locations of the different trains. My first transfer train said "track 1" as usual. I notice that there are some trains listed on the screen that should have been taken off about 6 minutes ago but I disregard that fact because no one does their job at that station and its not unusual to see someone sleeping at a switchboard in the morning.

After I get on the train, I re calculate my commute and figure out that I can still make it to work on time as long as I jog half of the mile I usually walk from my last bus stop to my job's campus. *deep sigh with a smile* aaah Relief! I soon become real comfortable in my seat while waiting for the train to depart from the station and drift to sleep.

After about 30 minutes of z's, I wake up with expectations that my stop is about ten minutes away. You can only imagine how my face sank when I looked out the window, saw the unfamiliar view, and had my unasked question answered by the train conductor saying "next stop! Philadelphia!"

Turns out, the screen was frozen because the system was acting up and the three people sleeping during the trains departure from penn station were glanced over and not informed of the mishap.

After getting to work some 2 hours and one cab ride not accounted for in my budget later, I was greeted by my Miss Linguini who was worried and thought something bad happened to my train. I never seen so many people so happy to see me that don't even know me. It Felt kinda weird.

I get to school and pick up a toy that I've been saving for on my way there. After getting there and realizing I packed the wrong equipment and books this morning while rushing, I start my project ALL over again. That's 3 hours of work last week gone to waste. (On the brighter side of things, my work did come out better this week)

As I'm packing up my stuff my aunt sends me an urgent text message telling me to phone home on some ET ish. So you know I was looking at my blackberry cross-eyed because apparently this is the same aunt that had to email me and tell to get out of her house two weeks earlier than what I was originally told because she thought real hard about it and couldn think of any other ways to contact me about the situation (like talking to me when I get home)

Wanna know what she called me for? My moms incarcerated and my 12 year old sister has been home by herself ever since she got home from school around 3. I check the clock that says "9pm" twice out of astonishment and rush to the train station trying to PRY details out of this woman. After a while I ask her why hasn someone with a car went to go get my sister and her response was "you're her brother." So I guess the fact that I was at school in another state didn't occur to her. Or maybe it did because I noticed how she knew all day long about the situation but didn tell me until she knew my classes were over. Oh, and its not like I can rush over there because my mom lives in an area where it'll take me 1.5 hours at the least to reach from nyc. While only takes about 20 minutes for my aunt to drive over to my moms crib.

yup, so when it rains, it pours and I still can't find that damn umbrella

Moving on

2008-10-22T07:00:00.002-04:00

Thank you all for the texts, e-mails, and calls that I received yesterday. I really appreciated all of your attempts to cheer me up. Now that I'm finally in a lighter mood, I can laugh at your jokes and everything lol.

I don't usually explain or comment on my journal entries because they are for venting purposes as opposed to regular posts...but let's just say that my Aunt, the woman I live with who's been treating me different because I left a Morgan State University for a The Institute of Audio Research, is making me move out earlier than we discussed back in August. I had already planned on leaving by the end of next month (Nov 29th) because by then I would have enough money saved up for the HUGE security deposit I would have to pay (my mom effed up my that much before and while I was going to college) but now she's setting me back about a grand because she told me via and email account that I don't even check anymore, that I have to be out before the midpoint of next month(Nov 15th)...why would she tell me something so important like that through an e-mail when WE LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE? I don't know. All I know is that the 15th would've came and my stuff would've been on da street if my little cousins didn’t tell me about how she was bragging about how I won't be there anymore on that date.

Moving on, my school is MAD ILL. We just learned how to make music for film, commercials, and TV shows...there's a particular format that is generally accepted in this industry and a certain way to conduct business. It's great for composers like moi who love to make music strictly for the love of it because it can supplement their income like crazy. let Mazda cut me a 5,000 check for 48 hours of work shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! So, once I move and have everything settled I will most likely start working on my demo reel while doing joints for The Union and all of our affiliates. The only downside to this whole things is...while my ears, sonically, have an advantage over others (my type of music production is in HIGH demand right now in that industry) I probably wont be able to get any work for a while because the industry is so demanding and you can't work in this area "part time" per se...but it does pay pretty well after you've earned your 4th or 5th placement.

*to Muze* Where's my Ata Nafia?
*to Eb the Celeb* I was thinking real hard about going to the costume party but I don't know what to be AND more importantly, I don't know my way around the city ugh lol
*to MP* ::Tight HUG:: I hope all is going well and I don't know about Boston, but in Jersey it is nearly impossible to get hired by any companies. BUT the reputable temp companies are thriving. So if your bills are troubling you, holla at them until you land a great interview and get hired.
*to KB* you've come a long way (take that "what the hell are you talking about face off and text me to find out"...I know, I know I need my ass beat)

Did you all see the brown skinned shorty in the Beyonce video *licks lips* I looooove me some melanin lol.
~1

A journal Entry

2008-10-21T11:14:00.002-04:00

Dear Journal,

Let me take off my mask for a minute
Keep it real without the jokes and the laughs for a minute

You see the mask is what I let people see it’s unspoken
A punch line and a smile makes life easy to cope with

Can't live without it on cause my face is broken
Symbolism, it’s reflecting how my faiths been broken

Maybe I should lose the mask, nah never mind that
Cause displaying your weakness will lead to knives where your spine at

They say keep your enemies close and fam. closer
But what position do you play when dealing with posers?

Its like FUCK BEING LYRICAL
I'm focused on the personal
she focused on the foul
Steady fronting like she spiritual

She said don't walk in my house without speaking
For the past~year and a half~my “hey how are you's” been frequent

...but let's reality check the fakeness
For the past three months you couldn’t pay her enough to say shit

No hi's in my direction no bye's when she left
I told her I got a 3.98 expecting

She was gone be happy and see my calling as a blessing
But instead she just igged me, raised the volume on her bible lessons
*DEEP SIGH*
…But let the pastor come over…
Or her friends see us in the same room
Then she puts on it’s the greatest show on earth and it’s a shame too

Cause they believe your act when you play our drama low key
And act like my best friend but CHICK YOU BARELY KNOW ME

I see through your strophe
But even when Halle sold her soul in the garden for berries she’s got to win a trophy...

Is all of this over an academy? Some sort of tragedy
Who thought it would be cute for us to rock a relationship with a cavity

Far from candy rain and this shit is pouring
Cause when I persevered with clairvoyance you inserted distortion

NIGGAH YOU HAD ME OPEN! My nose was wide
I disregarded your trench coat pipe bombs and nines

Let my heart and my pride go out to play on the slides
Then you just had to enter the park with the that columbine

How the FUCK can I reach you with this brick wall between us
Tell me Where's a 747 jet when you need one

Waiting for my train of thought losing patience
Cause your rouse caused it to derail and never reach my station

I would say eff you like I did with my mother, but your husband was like my FATHER
When he couldv chose not to be bothered

And your daughters look up to me call me their role model
I cant believe you would have the nerve… *track fades to silence*

Monday Ramblings

2008-10-20T19:55:00.000-04:00

Take a wild guess where I'm bloggin from right now.
MY NEW BLACK-BURRY via the train niggah! *does the Dave Chappelle version of the robot* Yeah you could say my hip got. The caviar sh*ts, the fillet farts, and the louis hiccups!
This is too ill son! I get to talk smack to you people from anywhere I want PLUS AT&T is smacking my black ass with a hun-ned dollar rebate! (You gotta say it like that bc you know my dark ass is NOT used to anything)

Anyways, Neyo and Young Berg are going at it. I normally wouldn care but I've been trying to pay attention to Berg ever since he APOLOGIZED to Brooklyn rapper Maino for saying something that CAUSED Maino to have no choice but to smack him. Well, when interviewed about it, Maino didn really use the word smack...he said "discipline" but when the interviewer specifically asked if he smacked Berg, Maino admitted it. (Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be explainin to you all why I care) WELL, Maino said he was going to stop beefing with other rappers a while ago because his new chick MYA doesn like all that. My initial thought was, why the HELL aint MYA checking for me but yeah that's the jist of it...

This weekend I went to PA and chilled with that niggah Knowledge...I had fun, we recorded a little bit and chilled. Watched some fat comedian bag on chicks and reminised (no spell check? Damn I'm in trouble...)about how we had Sapranolove's mom-dookiestain popping her @ss to "Booty Butt Cheeks " off of the Boondocks soundtrack back in the day.

How about I had to catch the late train just now because when I got off my first train at the transfer point and ran to get on the other platform, this fat chick was having an asthma attack running up the escalator at TWO steps a minute! The evil looks that people gave her when we all missed the train was too funny. I kinda felt bad for her though because its not her fault that these fast food chains commercials use the most sexiest and tastey looking of plastic food to advertise their "flab in a bag" products

5 Brain…Waves Under the Doo-Rag

2008-10-16T08:30:00.001-04:00

5. I read a blog last night before I went to bed that reminded me how bad I wanted to unload my uncle’s staple gun on this one niggah back when I went to Morgan State University.
He was a piece of ish the way he treated females (ACTING as if he was about to put his hands on a woman) and carried himself as if he was somewhat invincible (I doubt that lil niggah…) I wound up not be able to do anything because the chick he was bothering (my ex) didn’t want some physical altercation to manifest from a bunch of words. That’s understandable I guess. You don’t want me to arrested and kicked out of school (I had already fought twice on campus by junior year which was around the time all of this started to occur) for a bunch of words, so you pull the whole “do it for me card” (in this case don’t do it for me) Honestly, I still was going to try and find a way to do it until I consulted my tactician also ka-known as my secretary of defense better ka-known as Knowledge who had this to say “ultimately it’s her problem. Yea that’s your girl and you so naturally you wanna protect her but as long as dude doesn’t put his hands on her if she doesn’t want you to do it, then don’t” *shoulder shrugs* the niggah got lucky…NOW I don’t go to Morgan anymore and I don’t go with her anymore…I KNOW this niggah is back on this disrespecting chickities ish and he needs to be dealt with…so hopefully I run into him when I go to Morgan’s homecoming in two weeks…

4. Have you been in a room that smells like a whale’s nut-sack lately? If so, I may have the explanation.
You see, yesterday after lunch I decided to go use the old stool at work. I usually bring my MP3 player but I forgot it at my desk this time. I started to regret this because a few minutes after I walked in some dude rocking some orange sandals came into the stool next to and had no qualms relieving himself of the wateriest ish I’ve ever heard. The ish was so disgusting sounding DON’T WORRY, I’M GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS. So his phone rings in the middle of this fiasco and he ANSWERS. I guess it was important because he jumped up WITHOUT wiping his ass AT ALL and rushed out the bathroom speaking in some sort of 7-11 dialect (also ka-known as Indian)…The ish had me bugging for a minute people.
Moral of the story: Chickities, if an Indian dude steps to you trying to lay down his Don Juan, PUH-LEASE look at his sandals. If they are orange, then kindly do yourself a favor and remain cognizant of the sewage drippings in that niggah’s draws…

3. I'm about to become a maniac musically
I recorded “The Perseverance” in my room before I truly started to get into music production heavy. This meant that my room was not treated to enhance and take advantage of its natural acoustics, I had no idea as to what microphone or recording technique is and that I was whack at mixing (naturally because before this I only rapped I NEVER mixed) I had to bring my CD to school last night to have it critiqued by my ear training and acoustics professor and I got 3.5 out of 5 stars for overall mixing and mastering. You know I was pissed right? I mean, don’t get me wrong I knew that it was bad. I actually was grading myself worst than that but to hear it come out of a professionals mouth like that? OOOH that just set off something inside. Something deep. Something guttural. I guess its because I am such a perfectionist. Now I wanna mix ANYTHING that I can get my hands on so that I can get my skills up. I want a freaking 5 next time!

2. My brother-from-another-mother
Knowledge is almost done with “Thru Playin Round Here” I can’t wait! I bet his joint is gonna be that chonky fire!

1. Singing *It's begining to look alot like Christmaaaas*
The Union JUUUUST may have a surprise for our listeners the weekend of the 25th…stay tuned

Roster Change

2008-10-15T09:45:00.003-04:00

There are 7 other workers in my particular department. A couple of weeks ago a new temp was hired to open and distribute the mail. MAN was this chick spoiled (notice how I said was…she’s no longer working here lol) She would complain about every aspect of the job and half-ass every task given to her. PLUS she would talk to NO end about things that I could give a grounded or flying phuck about.

On the other hand, the other person who has the same position as I do in the department is Ms. Linguini. I LOVE HER. She’s like 4’8” and is the sweetest little lady that I’ve ever met and she loves the Giants! I call her Ms. Linguini because she talks like Super Mario all the time (aDa Ven-chee would ja like a some helpa?) lol its hilarity in its simplest form to me!

Moving on…
Remember my old post about my starting line up of entertainment chickities? Well I’ve updated it a little bit and you all need to be aware so when I actually go to the awards with one of them in the future I can look in the camera and say “told ya so”

Ok so… the way I order this is my number 1 is point, 2 is center, 3 is shooting, 4 is small forward and last is power the power forward.

Point –Amerie (This is soooo self explainatory)
Shooting Guard—Kerri Hilson (She joined the squad off of the strength that she is that fire…chonky fire to be exact *licks lips*)
Small Forward—Sanai Lanthan (one movie “Brown Sugar”)
Power Forward—Jasmine Sullivan (a necessity point, blank, period)
Center—Chrisette Michelle (She’s still MY spottieottiedopalicious) I think I still misspelled that lol

Bench:
6th Man--Gabrielle Union is coming off the bench as 6the man. She was Center in the last rotation but I found out some displeasing things about her and she lost rank *waves arbitrary ass paper in air* I’ve got my sources okay lol!
1st--Kyla Pratt (She still has a cute personality and I still fond her attractive in a “if I saw her at an amusement park, I’d hop on a roller coaster with her and chill” kind of way)
2--Eva Pigford (I haven’t read any of her interviews lately so she can’t gain rank, but she hasn’t done anything to lose rank either) AGAIN, I do NOT watch ANTM so this is NOT based off of that
3rd--Angelina Jolie in “Wanted” …ONLY HER CHARACTER IN WANTED…I would have to do some extensive research and background checks to see if she could score with the ever charming moi (lol) by just her being her…I don’t know the chickitie that well BUT I DO KNOW that she can so something to the male sexual psyche when in an action thriller whew!
....Megan Good…you know, the letting Joe Buddens beat after JUST meeting him ish is getting to me…I don’t want ANYTHING that he done ran up in. *shoulder shrug* She’s off the list!
IN HER PLACE: Yo Momma…*in 50 Cent’s voice* “You know You’ll always be my supa star”

Now off to the Chickities in Blogland!

Point Guard: Muze…her book’s gonna be fire, her blogs are already fire and her pictures…lets keep it PG ok? Bottom line IS she has “it” in damn near every aspect…if I was a pessimist, I’d be on the hunt for some flaws right about now
Shooting Guard: Skinny Black Chick…She’s smart, witty, and every time she speaks about hip-hop I have to stop myself from snatching her lil ass up and booking a vacation somewhere (besides…I don’t think Air France takes food stamps…maybe they do)
Small Forward: 1/3…She gets on my LAST nerve lol. For real though, She’s ADORABLE and I plan on somehow convincing Bill Gates or Oprah to spend the two trillion dollars needed to buy me my own personal 1/3rd for Christmas next year
Power Forward: Miss Jones…She’s mad entertaining and I agree with her on damn near every issue she discusses…Go to her spot for a week straight and it’ll be self explainatory.
Center: MP the GREAT…She’s too witty and intelligent NOT to be on my starting line up! She’s also taken BUT “tis not a crime to devour another man’s food with my eyes. Tis in fact doubly good for in the end his belly is full and I am now pleasured”

Bench
6th Man:~1 I love her spot but I can’t for the life of me find her name because all of this time I’ve been calling her ~1…I DO KNOW that her blog is called "don't call it a comeback" (all lowercase because she doesn't like capital letters lol)shameful I know
1st Karrie B…”cuntalicious, fierce, slut it up, you need yo ass beat” all phrases and words that that will slowly find their way into your vocab if you visit her spot enough…her addictive ass aura will catch you off guard and engulf WORD.
2nd Eb the Celeb Queen in of the RBW Queendom…She shouldn’t be on my roster at all being a whack ass cowboys fan and all but then again, even the dopest of females have flaws don’t they?
3rd Philly’s Andrea…She keeps it so real and honestly deserves 1,000 years worth of oral for going through all of the rough times (understatement) that she has been through WORD.

Ok I gotta get some work done people lol

Niggah I STAY wit da Jammy on me!

2008-10-14T09:10:00.002-04:00

So, I know that I’m supposed to be catching you up but I have to detour today to tell you about this bullish that happened.

OK, in order for me to get to work, I have to take a cab from my house to the train station in the next town over and ride that train to Newark Penn Station where I then wait for my first transfer train…

While at Penn station (5 something in the morning) I walk to my platform only to be stopped by a nappy-headed man in a ashy ass, dirty, black tee with snot stains. As an added bonus, this niggah has on some fresh ass jeans with a pepe jacket and some “straight outta da box on dat ass” Jordans asking me if I had some spare change. (NOW NIGGAH…smh) Normally I will give my last five dollar bill to people and bums if I have bus fair and lunch for the rest of the week but it’s not even 6am yet so I only have twenties in my wallet AND dudes approach is all wrong. Let’s just say that you don’t run up on someone and say “spare change?” Then, when they take off their head phones to see what you want, get all loud and say “Yeah niggah! You heard, spare change! You look like you got some! Help a niggah out!” THAT GETS YOU NO WHERE. I tell him I just paid my rent and K.I.M’ed the situation (kept it moving) He then says “yeah aight niggah I see how it is. Have some tomorrow.”

Dude then goes up to this white guy who’s sitting not too far from me on the platform:

Fresh Bum: * puts his arm around white man’s neck* Yo help a niggah out, I’m tryna get on this train and eat good. Give me some spare change.
White Man: *struggles to get free* I don’t have none for you
Fresh Bum: *pats White Man’s pockets* Yeah you got some with all that rattling *goes into White Man’s pockets and pulls out 35 cents* A QUARTER AND A DIME? I can’t get shit with this! Niggah gimme ten bucks!
White man: I don’t have ten bucks for you! Now Getoff me!
Fresh Bum: Yo, you know what my name is niggah? Broad Street Bully! *whispers* I know some niggahs that’s itching to get paid. If you know whats good you’ll give me your spare change OCK. Niggahs got gats and calicodes for real and we set it off on the niggah I aint playin. *yells* You ever been fucked in the ass?! Huh?! *tries to budge white man to get his wallet out of his back pocket but white mans too fat. After he gets tired and becomes out of breath* “Aight I got you!”

Fresh bum: *looks at me now and gets up* yeah niggah you know what time it is
TIME OUT
Anybody who knows me KNOWS that I stay with the da itchy bon-bon also ka-known as the jammy on me…PLUS, recently I acquired a decent lengthed metal pipe that sits on the side of my back pack quite well. I put heem electrical tape on the ends for grip and its been lock & load ever since.
TIME IN
Me: *(while the bum was bullying the white guy I pulled the switch blade (jammy) and kept it “pon cocked”) When the bum starts to walk toward me I do the Tony Yayo dance with the blade in front of my face and pat my backpack so he gets the idea*
Fresh Bum: Oh that’s whats up Niggah! I see you go hard for yours! Mad respect niggah! You cool as hell! You my niggah! I aint even know you was from da hood niggah! Keep it one hun-ned! *then walks off to another person on the platform and starts his violent interrogation until the transit police is alerted and he has to make a run for it.*

LMAO @ him running and jumping over shit and JUKING the transit police!
He (and his jordans) made a COMPLETE MOCKERY of the damn police lol!
THAT NIGGAH WAS MOOKING (M + (Book – B= ook) + ing)!

He started off running from one cop towards another unseen cop and didn’t realize it until he was too close. He then stiff armed the close cop ON THE NECK (on some adam’s applesauce shit) and ran towards the path trains located on a connecting platform. He jumped OVER the turn-styles and got to the train JUST after the door closed, banged on the door twice (like that was gonna do shit…EVERYONE KNOWS you gotta tap the door with ya wand and say “allayahaora” duuuh!) and started running again when the cops got too close. His acceleration wasn’t fast enough and one cop started to close in but JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME the bum ran pass a pole, put his hand on it and spun on it to change direction mad quick. The cop was still running in the wrong direction looking befuddled.

By this time I’m clutching my stomach laughing so hard! This niggah then pushes a lady into the other transit cop and runs past him towards the descending escalator.

I don’t know if he was captured or got away but I do know three things:

3. Those bum ass transit cops can never poke me again when my train is delayed for an hour and I drift off in that platform seat
2. I will ALWAYS and FOREVER “stay with the jammy on me”
1. Don’t phuck with The Union son! Cause we fresh outta yo momma mouth so when she spit you know we cumin lmao!

Have a good one y’all

2008-10-13T08:58:00.000-04:00

Ok. So, when I was interviewed for my job, the interviewer said "Da Vinci, I like the fact that you seem professional and focused on the end result. I am going to hire you for this position at this company..." so on and so forth blah blah blah niggah how much doe stackums we talking because I'm try'na get MO MONEY MO MONEY MO MONEY!

After about ten minutes worth of him writing a dollar amount on a sticky and turning his head away as he slid the folded paper towards my side of the desk and me peeking at the number with one eye half open, we finally cam to a good wage lol. My interviewer then wiped the sweat from his brow and decided to give me a little bit of history about the company and it's trigger happiness as far as pink-slips are concerned. He said, "Da Vinci, you are being hired by this company to perform very specific tasks and when you start, you will be told how much work you are expected to complete on a daily basis. Meet this goal everyday and you will stay in their good graces, given that you are a punctual person. Put ONE toes out of line, and its murder she wrote for you." I loved the fact that he kept it real with me.

Apparently there have been 4 new hires for this position in the past 6 months. People weren't meeting job expectations, people were meeting the expectations but they weren't professional and it started to show in their attire, people weren't punctual (one dude was hired on a Monday and sent home that Tuesday morning as soon as he walked in because he was 5 minutes late coming back from lunch on Monday and to work the next day) and the one employee story that my interviewer made sure I caught his drift on was about this chick who worked here right before me who thought if she made good friends with everybody in the department, she would solidify her position (Yeah, I think she starting to show indications of Dumb Broad Syndrome in it's early stages...I hope she got that checked out) Anyway, she talked too much and the bosses didn't like it. They told her not to come back after they saw my resume. After the story the interviewer whispered to me "just be quiet and do your work when you go there"

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid you ain't gotta tell me twice!

I came to my job the next day and I haven't said anything more than hi, bye, yes, and no unless the situation calls for it. OOOOOh and don't these talkative, nosey ma phuckas HATE it. It's been a month now and they're still ridin my meat's interstate trying to get me to have convo's with them. I just hi and bye them to death though and my bosses love it.

I get offered breakfast on a bi-weekly basis now and that's in addition to the whole Bagels every Friday ordeal...The only complaint I have is when I was offended the other week. This lady came up to me after she opened her lunch bag (mind you there are tons of other people, all white, in the room that were in between her and I who she could have asked) and made it a point to offer me in a really loud tone some phuckin watermellon!

My look said b!tch it's damn near October! and HEEEEEEEEELL no I'm not even in the mood for some watermelon! But I politely decline her offer and the following three invitations for her expired ass watermelon....
ish is ridiculous lol.

bout ta be a bus-brawl

2008-10-09T10:32:00.001-04:00

Ok so since I’m never able to sit down and type a blog the way I want to anymore (sorry I don’t have enough time) I figured I’d try these short burst blurb type blogs and see how they go. I’ll start from around the time I started work and see if I can catch you all up until now (a month or so later)

BTW I saw that new “Ata Nafia” Muze I’m most def. gonna check that out homeskillet lol

Ok, so about 3 weeks ago I get on the bus going home from work with plans to sleep the entire hour and fifteen minute ride. I sit down across from this guy and the niggah raises his hand as if he was going to back-smack me. I was like “I MUST be tired” because aint no one way in hell this bulky ass, full-back look a like niggah is gonna try some ish on me when I haven’t so much as breathed in his direction…I decided that I was in dire need of rest and that I was imagining him testing his luck because after all, this niggah “don’t know nare...”

Just as I’m on the verge of closing my eyes this niggah flips the most treacherous bird that I’ve ever saw. This damn finger is a freaking sky scrapper amongst teepees! I mean, I have great grand children swimming around in the lower depths of my nuts who still piss their pants whenever they think about this bird flip. Needless to say, a niggah wakes up after that mess.

All it takes is one more “I’m gonna back smack the melanin out of your skin” gesture before I pick up my ish and move back a few seats.

Felling pretty safe after the move (because now if he gets up to start some stuff, I have enough time to pull out the jammy) I start to observe this guy real closely as he calls every woman siting in his immediate vicinity a bizatch and f*cker…

This one dirty looking dude gets on the bus and sits in my now vacant seat. He starts to receive the same welcome that I described earlier peep his reaction though lol…

Crazy man *flips bird*
Dirtbag: oh trust me you don’t wanna do that niggah
Crazy man: bitch!
Dirtbag: oh that’s your word niggah! Today’s not da day niggah. I will fuck you up keep playing!
Crazy man: *smacking gesture*
Dirtbag: Aight then do something! *gets up*
Me: *immediately jumps up and stops Dirtbag* “Chill son, I think dude has a mental condition called turrets and…”
Dirtbag: He better have a mental something f*cking with me!

Although I find his last line to be very funny and cocky, I still feel sorry for the dirty kid because the guy was way more built than he was and when you add that to his potential E-D strength you get a monster of sorts…
Anyways, Ill see yall around….

The Cape Crusader—The Verbal Arteest

unconcious update

2008-09-13T00:06:00.002-04:00

So I've had a job for about a week now and I don't think anyone can open their mouth and tell me that I'm not grinding. Everyday I wake up around 4ish to get to work at 8:30ish, and then after work, I get home at 8:30ish on a traffic-less rush hour. When school starts, I'll be taking a cab from work to a train station that's like five towns over just to go to NYC and then home again lol. In the end you're talking over 110 miles of traveling every 24 hours and that's without a car lol.

The job pays pretty cool, and by the first week of October I'll have enough to cop this whip that's for sale around my way. Hopefully it's in decent condition and insurance doesn't kill me...

In order for me to get a healthy amount of sleep I should be hitting the sack around 8:30 every night but when you see 11:30 and midnight on you're clock before you count Z's, you start to actually become sexually aroused at the thought of sleep. TRUST me on this one lol. Too bad my chick can't take advantage of my current state*shoulder shrugs*

I recently made 300 from one transaction selling beats! Dope right? Well, its good for my pockets but the problem is that I don't get a steady stream of customers. I'm not big on selling beats for major stacks, I really just wanna make music but thats not thinking practically i guess.

Knowledge has been in his zone lately as far as recording goes and thats what's up because that not only means that his CD will be done soon, but it also means that The Union's project is fast approaching and on the come up.

I have mad stuff to tell you all but this is all that I can fit into this one session. I'll post again real soon (If I wake up and its not Monday lol)

3 crazy commenst that either I or my peoples have made in the past week:
3. WTF were you born in a petri dish?
2. The Cliche Police should have Sean Belled his ass for saying that...
1. I wouldn't stick a fan blade up her shit...

The Decision is MINE

2008-09-03T23:31:00.004-04:00

Why did my twin cousins find a turtle crossing the street yesterday? Its a domesticated painted turtle. He's totally friendly and in good health which leads me to believe that he was somebody's pet before and they were either careless or found out that you can't pay for reptile food with food stamps. We gave him a new home here and now he's sitting next to Deeboe chillin like the villain he is...He kinda reminds me of Knowledge, because if you cut off the lights or are quite for too long this niggah will sleep all day and night lol. Plus he moves all extra slow.

Something that's really been molesting my nerves as of lately is these shirts that have Obama on one side and Martin Luther King on the other. I also remember watching a BET awards show a few months back where a gospel singer was singing (I dont know why because if my memory serves me correct, after he got off stage, the next performance wasn't the most tasteful) and like a mural of people were displayed including the two mentioned above. I spoke about this in a previous blog but my aunt pissed me off a few days ago when it came to this subject.

We were talking about the election (when it comes to the election, she acts as if I'm the most retarded person on the face of the earth) and she said something along the lines of she's gonna have an Obama party on Nov 4th and some other mess that some how led to me expressing my disdain towards the shirts and whatnot. Before I cold even finish my statement to explain why I don't aproove of the MLK Obama comparisons, she cuts me off and starts yelling at the top of her lungs about how Obama can be compared to MLK on any day because he is living MLK's dream. To which I responded: "You're living MLKs dream living out here in the suburbs with people of different races and whatnot harmoniously but that doesn't give you the right to be compared to MLK. MLK made significant history..."

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT I was cut off by her screaming about how Obama is making histroy now. I walked away after that because I can't take the raising of someones voice for too long. She prolly thought that she got the best of me but she didn't because getting the democratic nomination is not enough, getting elected to office is not enough. I refuse to jump on the bandwagon of "Obama is the next MLK" until he gets in office and does something for this country like a president is supposed to do and makes a huge difference like MLK did...running around screaming "change" every five seconds isn't enough to fill my tank...bumbs do that...sorry!...

Damn and you think Americans would know better.... Lil Wayne used those tactics to death with the whole saying he's "the best rapper alive" thing. Til this day he hasn't proved it. Let Obama be Obama and MLK RIP...

Oh and it didn't end there. Today I walked up to her and said "see I support Obama" then flashed my freshly bought from Spencers Official Obama condom because the decision is mine to to make :-)

non-supportive ass family

2008-09-03T06:01:00.002-04:00

look at the timestamp on this and excuse any errors you may see

After Selling a good number of beats and whatnot I'm able to say that I will have a sufficient amount to travel back and forth to school for the next coupla months (HA to all of you bosses that didn't wanna hire me)

I'm a little amped (hyped) about selling beats on a semi-regular basis and having my close music partners rock on my exclusive beats when I'm not selling but not having a job still blows...

One would think that I my recent ways of obtaining money would receive a thumbs up from my family, but all I get is "If you sold your beats for more money then you wouldn't have to work so hard and if you had a job then you wouldn't have to sell beats I dont wanna hear about no music tell me you got a job." Ugh I'm sorry for not trying to sell a 300 dollar beat to a broke ass emcee or pop singer trying to get theiir big break like me. Its not like I have clientel williing to pay that much and I'm still learning this whole production thing so I couldn't even fix my lips to ask for that much without stuttering or something.

Anyways...I'm producing a couple tracks that'll hopefully make it on TPRH Knowledge's new CD that will be available pretty soon that CD is gonna be so fire! I can't WAIT! I got a track or two on Bob's joint which makes me feel good because it takes me FOREVER to do a track that I can even fix my lips to say "here take this" to her...producing tracks that she agrees with isn't always that easy which is why I like making joints for her. I have a few on my solo joint and hopefully the Union's CD...the rest are local Jersey artists but check out the genres I've done and peep the versitility: R&B, Soulful Hip-Hop, Hardcore Hip-Hop, General Hip-Hop, Dance, and Pop...I've come along way from them drum and base joints I used to do back in the days lol.

I was thinking about going to Morgan sometime soon but Iono because my money situation is NO WHERE near right and jobs are extra scarce up here in Jersey...I saw a few "now hiring signs" when chilling with my chick on Labor day so I might have to pull out the Mike Lowry on these niggahs later on today

2008-08-27T05:03:00.003-04:00

Did TI come close to catching 3 bodies on a track (Kanye, Jay-Z, and Lil Wayne)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/1763446127edae3f/
This is "Swagga Like Us" by the four mentioned above. Its nothing special seeing as to how Jay, Ye, and Wayne came a little lazy on it (in my opinion) but TI actually tried a bit and could possibly have a case if he wanted to say that he hurt these dudes on this track...WOW

100 ?s

2008-08-26T23:34:00.003-04:00

So I made 100 bucks selling beats today and that felt good. I've really come a long way as far as my production goes. With school right around the corner, I still don't feel like I'm at the same status as some of the people already attending the school, but I have better positioned myself to be able to get on and journey beyond their level once the semester progresses. I'll have one entire year to get in there, learn all that I can, make as many friends as possible, network with knowledgeable and famous industry heads, promote my group's music and my own, and murder whatever internships that are offered to me as far as my performance goes, murder any open mics or shows that I'm invited to in NYC, and graduate.
WHEW thats a lot!
Ya know? Actually? It's not that far from being achieved when I really think about things. A steady gig is the key to making this dream come true and I have to keep banging on doors in hope that a job will soon answer.

I went on a "date" the other day and we played a dating game called 100 questions (self exclamatory) The date ended pretty well and I had fun playing the game. It really serves its purpose while doubling as entertainment to be honest with you.

I know that this is not a post that is likely to draw the lurkers out of the shadows but I do request their presence in my comments section. Here's why: All of you readers can ask as many questions as you would like even when I post blogs after this and I will answer them all. The only stipulation is that I can ask questions back and you have to answer them as well. Sounds corny? Well, surprisingly it's QUITE FUN.

shot out to MP, I hope you get better and stop chasing death with your silly ass!
P.S. I'm gonna catch up so SHUSH!

Yall Want me, Yall Got me

2008-08-20T14:26:00.002-04:00

Insert Da Vinci's quarterly "I'm gonna blog more often" rant here__________________
*shoulder shrug* What more can I say, I can't let MP out-post me lol (I love you MP the Great)

I'm letting you know RIGHT NOW that this post has no general plan nor outline, therefore I'm gonna babble on and on about WHATEVER I want (after all, these are MY Starburry's)

First, I'd like to say thanks to Yellow Rebel for giving my mixtape, "The Perseverance" some shine in his blog. That was really dope of you to even think of doing that and I appreciate it. By the way, when I start classes in Manhattan at the end of September, expect me to hit you up often.

Second off Bobby D. has the post of the day with this one. I was catching up on my reading and came across this funny yet truthful rant.

So I woke up this morning to my usual slew of morning texts and let out the LOUDEST scream into my pillow. Why? because it felt like I was pregnant with baby Lucifer and his retarded ass was stomping mud holes in my stomach (apparently sour cream and onion chips don't mix well with chocolate chip cookies and a viewing of Pineapple Express at 3 in the morning...I just feel wronged because I can't, for the life of me, remember reading that on the label)

After getting myself in order, I sat at the computer and almost kicked my monitor's screen in for playing with my emotions.
Google Reader: Morning Master Wayne, I mean Vinci! Master Vinci
Me: Stop playing with yo dirty ass...I feel like blogging so whats new?
Google Reader: Well there are a sundry of new posts in Blogland
Me: Ok go down the list
Google Reader: Theres...and....and...and a new Ata Nafia and...
Me: Wha wha WHAT! WHOA Kimosabe why you always gotta f*ck with me like that...
So for the next 15 minutes or so you know what I was doing.

Oh, yesterday I had the inevitable talk with My Aunt and Uncle...
It wasn't that bad they let me know that part of the reason why I haven't found a job yet is because my resume is a little too flashy. I guess I should take the pictures of Amerie doing the La Bomba butt naked in a Giants Jersey off of the bottom of my cover letter right? Oh yeah? Well, I thought it would show a little more of my personality and sprinkle a little intimacy over the traditional "Professionally Yours" garbage lol. Apparently my resume needs to be a little more simple and I'll be alright. Also, I have a 3 month extension. That means I can save up after I get a job and have my own place for a Christmas present. When I move, I'm setting up my spot soooo dope SON! When you mix my chick's HGTV obsessed ass with my smootherthanamaphuckaness you get an intergalactic orgasm...ok I need to shake this goofy ass mood for real because I was supposed to be semi-serious in this post lol.

I'm gonna stick a sharpened fork through KB's left bra-strap if she calls me out for not responding to her texts EVEN THOUGH I changed my phone plan to not receive texts for that month and then after I finally switch it back and text her action-figure-sized ass she decides not to respond again (mine was better HA!)

If you haven't read knowledge's blog then...I hope 16 moths fly into your house while you're out and say grace over your wardrobe...in a recent post of his, he somewhat detailed The Union's music plans over the next few CDs. *phew* Man am I happy! I was on the verge of recording my new mixtape and then hitch hiking to PA so we could get a solid project done. He's going to focus on "Thru Playin Round Here" and then we're going on to our group mixtape. Don't worry, "Gray-Def is my Mind State" still will be coming out. I just want our group shit to be top priority. Knowledge's CD is gonna be ill! His Dopplar-Radar-for-glasses-wearing ass hasn't even let me hear the entire joint as of yet, but whenever he gives me a sneak peak at one of the songs off of the CD its always good.

I have one more thing to say before I go...I heard through the grapevine (lmao how the hell do you hear through the grapevine? Last time I went to a vineyard there were no complementary head phones attached to the vines) that 1/3rd's starting to appreciate who she is a little more than usual lately. GOOD because I don't wanna be on tour in Tokyo and have to fly home just to sabotage all of her shower heads at her house...(scary shit huh 1/3rd?)

Times Are Hard

2008-08-18T14:34:00.003-04:00

You know its time for desperate measures when you have about 4 years experience working in office settings, yet you find yourself at a terminal in a store electronically swearing on a stack of bibles that you never stole as much as a pencil from a previous employer. Just as soon as you think you've convinced said terminal of your innocence, the automated piece of shit asks you in the most indifferent font that it could conjur up if you think its "cool" to pocket a pen at work if your employer already has 10 boxes worth of pens...

As I stood and walked away from the blue supermarket "Join our team today" kiosk feeling no more employed than I did when I sat at the pathetic machine 45 minutes ago, I was unable to keep myself from thinking about the possibility of me not being able to find a job before school starts in September. What if I came this far pursuing my dream and fall short because I cant get hired and find a day job that'll enable me to take care of myself and commute to school. What if this past year was a cruel joke by God who thought it would be humorous to play with my emotions. "Well, Mr. Da Vinci, if you can't make it to class then I guess I'll see you next year. But please have an extra twenty percent of your tuition because we're taking that much out of your account for holding fees" is not exactly the stomach-settling kind of music that my ears yearn to hear right about now.

Does anybody know how much you make if some company's truck ACCIDENTALLY runs over your pinky toe? OH SHUSH it serves no purpose in your life aside from making you more appeasing symmetrically...

Lets hope this rain will let up soon.

Gray-Def is my Mind-State

2008-08-11T04:04:00.002-04:00

If you don't already know, Gray-Definition Music Group is comprised of two labels. Gray Matters Recordings (Knowledge's) and Definition Records (mine)

Also, If don't already know, I should be dropping a new mixtape in about a month called "Gray-Def is my Mindstate"

I'm pretty excited about this one here and all the rest of the mixtapes that lead up to my debut album "Verbal Impressionism" because there is a purpose to each and every one of them. They each play a major role in a story and the way that they are structured allows listeners to start from the VERY beginning (The Perseverance Vol 1) and journey with me as I progress/mature as The Verbal Arteest and eventually as Ron.

Ok...a SUPER brief summarry of the backdrop behind the (inner monologue of the) first CD was that I, as an aspiring artist, wanted to make music and use music as a form of expression. I also wanted to no longer be on the shitty end of the stick as far as life is concerned...Music which is my motivation and driving force helped me to continue on and endure the hardships of life. So it helped me to persevere and so on and so forth...My collection of songs at that point in time eventually became a droplet of sweat combined with a tear drop in the for of "The Perseverance" (Horrible description I know but its 4 in the morning and I'm sleepy so shush)

Now with GDMM I plan on starting it as I do any of my CD's on a really high note (Thus shows my progression from the last CD because these first few songs show up the ENTIRE last mixtape). Then the story starts to move during track three where I actually get high off of my own music. The next 5 or so tracks is a result of me being "high" (IN THE STORY PEOPLE!) With the passing of each track I become a step closer to sobriety until I'm completely sober at the end of the 8th track.

**Side BAR** When drunk I often say things that I normally wouldn't when sober (I think everybody does)****

Now with that being said, during the 8th track I get all high and mighty and TALK some BIG SHIT about saving the world/hip-hop what have you...Now I have to try my darndest to keep my promise because I'm a man of my word. So I suit up my cape and turn into a hero (Hey, what can I say? I'm into comics *shoulder shrug*) and a track goes by and I realize the gravity of the situation that I have gotten myself into and how the bad guys are REALLY on some OD type ish...So my hero character turns dark and starts slaughtering cats for the rest of the CD aaaaaaaand on the last track I set the listener up for the next mixtape (which should be aaaaallmost done by the time I release this one)

there you have it Arteest followers...
I hope you enjoyed your sneak peak and are looking forward to Gray-Def is my Mind-State...
I appreciate all of the e-mails and YES I KNOW my bio section isn't working on my myspace...I'm trying to get help with that now....

Lil Wayne's Misuderstood

2008-08-04T17:17:00.001-04:00

What THE HELL is this guy talking about at the end of this track lmao?

This Can't be Life

2008-08-01T00:05:00.002-04:00

I've been applying to an egregious amount of jobs on the daily for the past 7 weeks. It's a little bit absurd to be honest with you. For the most part, I don't even receive a call back. In the off chance that I do, its for a scam type of sales job, or someone who WAS interested in me until I step foot into their office. I can only endure these Jedi mind tricks but so much...

Last week I had an interview for this office management position a few towns over. When I received the call, the person initially sounded excited about my resume and experience. I kept the professionalism to a respectable level and eventually impressed him seeing as to how he told me that he couldn't wait to have this position filled with someone who can handle themselves in a professional manner at all times and that I seem to be what he's looking for.

GREAT! Da Vinci, God finally gave yo black-ass a chance to land a job!

I scraped up every penny I could find so that I could get to the interview and back home, via public transportation, without having to sneak on or off of the bus (kinda hard to do in a suit and square-toed shoes) The day of the interview, I woke up and got extra clean/dapper. Just when I was about to walk out of the house I get a phone call from the place. They said that a previous candidate canceled and asked if I could come earlier.

I got there and smiling my ass off. Worked my charm like I could and did my best to make a great impression. My resume was on-point-game-tight and I had a pretty good cover letter as well. The inerview went so great as far as my conduct was concerned, however the interviewer had a solemn look on his face during the entire process. Towards the end of the interview he raised his head to me, sighed, and said "[Da Vinci]...You seem like such a qualified and good young man but I'm sorry, we already made our mind up about hiring the guy before you who is more qualified."

Just when I think I find a foot-hole, I fall right back into the depths of the lions den

my bad

2008-07-27T23:37:00.001-04:00

my bad people the link to my mixtape didn't work but I fixed it now

The Perseverance Vol 1

2008-07-26T04:53:00.006-04:00

Been a little busy...

New music Myspace...Check it out and let me know what you think. www.myspace.com/theverbalarteest

Also, The Perseverance is available for download if you haven't done so already and are interested:

http://www.zshare.net/download/159903380886b7b1/

Dear Journal

2008-07-22T01:04:00.003-04:00

It’s like I’m warring with myself where the hell is that rifle
This niggah's about to catch it! Fuck if it’s suicidal
Fuck if it goes against the bible…
I haven’t been at peace with myself for years and LORD KNOWS I try to
Surfing these brain waves, nah they’re more like tidal
When you know you position in life but have no title
When your progressions in the form of a haiku
And for every positive thought you think your negative side rivals
A civil war of sorts, "just give up abort"
Niggah I came this far! I’ll be damned if I fall short!
Cause short means you're too small to achieve these big visions
And I know that aint case my erections kind of different
I’m sick of climbing out these graves when God throws me a shovel
Just to get sacked again Ref keep him out my huddle
Lets see where should I run to next?
I should choose the right path but if they blitz it’s a flicker of hope left
Plus I got these chicks cheering on~Not my mom
Her eyes on that Jack Sparrow while she wheathers her storms
My Love’s looking for a compass and searching for a map
I’m looking for myself accomplice to take over a track
I got something I gotta accomplish, I’ll be right back
Til then keep sleeping on me, enjoy that nap
WORD
~Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest~

Kicked in the Cobblestones

2008-07-19T15:29:00.002-04:00

"Bet you wished you died..." lmao

Happy?

2008-07-16T02:04:00.004-04:00

PHEW!
Talk about a break through. Here I was with ULTRA writers block (most likely due to maaaaaad stress) and now I'm writing like 2 tracks a day! (don't worry the stress is still there lol)

Maaan thats crazy...

So, people have been hounding me about pictures lately. Why do they wanna see at least 1 picture of me at the twin's sweet 16? Because they know that I'm far from photogenic and are looking for something that they can clown me about lol. I dont know why you people wanna see em so bad but here's 1 for the losers...

Happy?

Oh, happy hump day...
and Heatwave II coming soon...

5 Brain-Waves Under the Doo-Rag

2008-07-11T12:58:00.003-04:00

Hello to all…1/3^rd reminded me that I still have some things that I need to do to my blog and I figured I’d drop some words while I’m on here so thank her for my coming out of hiding lol.

5. I JUST my new found hope for music video programming in the form of Soul Sessions on BET J. By the way, a curse on all of your houses because not one of you readers had the decency to tell da kid about this phenomenon lol

4. I’m watching Soul Sessions right now and am starting to remember why I shouldn’t be watching videos…I’m watching some video by this soul artists and BOY IS SHE UUUUUGLY! I mean, you couldn’t pay me to feed her DOG son! AND then she got the nerve to have a pretty boy in her video acting like he’s her man. He’s staying late at work with his secretary (who looks finger licking by the way) and blowing off ALL of her sexual passes and whatnot JUST to come home and hug on Eyore. HOLD ON! He hugging and holding all on her and whatnot but I also noticed that he hasn’t put his lips on her for the entire video. You has got to be kidding me right? She paying home boy a lot. (ok that’s enough ranting about that)

3 I know I’m late but I was talking to my chick about this the other day. I just don’t know how I feel about voting for someone who seems like a contradiction. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that I follow politics religiously and that I know EVERYTHING that’s going on, but I do know mixed signals when someone’s sending them. For the past I don’t know HOW MANY months, Obama has been giving us ALL reasons why we shouldn’t vote for Hillary on top of his emotional ass campaign promoting change and what not. For a while I was calling him “Mr. I’m gonna get in the white house and tear shit up til we operating on a totally different agenda” (ok I just od’ed but still) Now he’s accepted Clinton as his running partner??? Save your sorry ass “its for the votes” explanations because my I could do bad all by myself (wrong quote but whatever lol) BOTTOM LINE IS: Logic states that when you say that you are for something like change then you by default shouldn’t succumb to conformity especially when it comes to your HISTORICAL presidential campaign. Also, if you spend the greater portion of a year telling me that I shouldn’t vote for someone, what makes you think that I’m going to vote for that person when you’ve joined forces with them after pulling all of their cards?

2 My music is banging and I like it. Mainly because yesternight lol I found myself as a producer...those experiments paid off J as long as I’m happy then that’s all that matters

1 I've been reading some pretty good posts lately, I think I'm going to stop lurking on everyone's pages and start commenting again

all work and NO play (man tommy u aint GOT no job)

2008-07-06T12:54:00.004-04:00

I've been taking a couple of days off from everything (including music) to get a job but it doesn't seem like too many fish are taking my bait any kinds of serious ugh...As far as music goes, I'm starting to shake the dust off and write for this new mixtape. The Union is putting together That Heatwave Project volume 2 and I'm super excited about that, and I've been acquiring more and more knowledge as far as production goes. I have like 78 million tracks that are unfinished because I cant get this one program to work right (shit is aggravating) but I dont dwell on that because it's kind of forcing me to make beats without samples and I guess thats great in the long run because I wont be jumping through loops and bounds trying to get clearances all of the time.

Also, Hancock was good besides the cliche ass ending and I'll smack anybody in the face with my industrial ass printer if they think about telling me that wanted was whack. I wish I wasn't broke so that I can see it a damn gain lol.

Thats all for now I gotta get back to working...

Waging a Wordy War (Tactfully)

2008-07-01T02:14:00.004-04:00

My Aunt is a Super Christian. She has this tendency of forcing her religious ways on others, especially her children. I have a personal relationship with God but I am not a fan of whole putting on a show in font of others JUST to display my beliefs and completely changing who you are for a religion that you don't completely understand and agree with. That's a whole another post to tell you the truth. Moving on...this past Sunday, she tried to take a few shots at me for not being a great dedicated Christian. You know this didn't sit right with me right? As a result of the respect thing, I have to chose my battles wisely so I try not to argue with her because I know how I can get. I did think of a way to get on her nerves to the same extent that she got on mine earlier that day though...

God Groupie: Did you like service today?
Me: yeah but they gotta chill with all that standing every five seconds mess. I'm starting to feel like I'm a Catholic in mass.
God Groupie: We dont stand that much
Me: Yea we do
God Groupie: We only stand through the entire Praise & Worship section and then when we're instructed to
Me: And we be praising and worshiping for like 9 hours. I mean DAG! In how many ways can you pronounce the word hallelujah?
God Groupie: You better watch yourself, and its not that long
Me: you don't notice it because you be too busy toe wopping all over the pews
God Groupie: toe wopping? look, maybe if you decided to praise him and show him that you love him, then it wouldn't seem so long to you
Me: See that's where you're wrong. I don't HAVE to make a show like everybody else. Jesus knows we're cool like that. You see...thats my peoples. I bangs with big homie. like last week, he told me he had beef with some ole *mumbles* Butt Pirate *mumbles end* nick named Lucey and...
God Groupie: Lucey?
Me: Yeah some cat that be talking like he hard body in the streets. I think his name was Lucifer. Anyways, so you know what I did when I saw dude? I EARTH SLAMMED that lil niggah. then I kicked him in the throat and mollywopped him with a Corona bottle!
God Groupie: WHAT? Boy you better stop playing with...
Me: YUP! THATS RIGHT! that chump got curb served when I saw him. I bet he wont be flapping his flippers anymore!
God Groupie: ugh! God is nothing to be played with!
Me: I KNOW thats what I pistol whipped that schmuck! I puts my life on the line for my G son!

Needless to say, This continued for about 3 minutes or so until she realized that I was going to keep at it until she changed the subject. You all should try it some time. Its pretty funny as long as you can keep a straight face and not burst out in laughter (WHICH IS SOOO HARD!)

rambunctious ramblings

2008-06-27T14:02:00.003-04:00

I looked in the mirror last night and didn't recognize the 5'11, dark skinned, fake smile that was staring back at me...

Now that I finally fixed my computer and am back online, I planned on making my first post about my trip to Florida but I'll save that for another time.

Right now I'm going through a growth spurt. NO its not a physical ordeal (by the way, phuck lifting weights because that shit doesn't get you swole like it should so to every barbell and bench press: This middle fingers on the house!) NOW back to my growth spurt. Its more of a maturity thing. I've kind of isolated myself from most of my friends because I'm changing (involuntarily might I add) and am having a little bit of trouble coping with this. It's really hard for someone who talks in circles for recreation (like me) to explain so I'll just leave it at that.

Moving on...

I wiped the hard drive on my computer and guess what happened? I wound up deleting half of my sound library because I was sleepy and didn't back it up properly. So that means ALL of my beats and musical experiments that I was performing to teach myself how to produce records and develope my style as a producer are GONE. I had to damn near start from scratch all over again. I've been grinding for a few days. I locked myself up in my room and made my own sounds with my mouth and altered the sounds until I got desirable results. Now I have about 6 finished and 17 incomplete beats and experiments on this thing but let me not stop before I start rambling.

You know what I don't care for? The fact that Lil Wayne sold 1.5 out the gate and people all of a sudden wanna scream that hip hop is not dead. *shaking my head* Ok ok ok, I understand that you all are happy that this hints at the fact that commercial success is possible for a hip hop artist BUT lets take a minute to put things into perspective. An overrated hip hop artist drops an "OK at best" album with OVER 3 YEARS of marketing and pushing. I mean, 3 years worth of mixtapes every month, jumping on everybody's remix (half of the time WITHOUT permission) doing crossover hits/collaborations, radio, movie, and television appearances and WAAAAAAY more. Then he drops a crossover hit on which he jacks a top 40 Billlboard artist's style. HE BETTER sell 1.5 his first week! Anything less would have been a waste of 3 years. Don't get me wrong I like the man's work ethic and all, but the hype that's surrounding this man and his project is egregious and a little uncalled for. This man is NOT single handedly holding hip hop on his back no matter WHAT angle you try to approach the argument from.

Record sales: As far as mainstream artists go, 50 and Kanye went platinum during this music sales drought. Now, while I don't like the idea of putting hip hop on one or two artists because its a damn CULTURE. I would much rather people cite 50 and Kanye's sales as a sign of hip hop being alive. At least with this example you have two extremes being represented by both artists and both were successful as opposed to Wayne who only represents (to me) a bunch of desperate punchline addicts who refuse to pick up a book. (ehhh if the shoe fits...)

As far as skills go in the street hop scene, I'd listen to Joel Ortiz, Joe Buddens or Jada Kiss, just to name a few, waaaay before I would listen to Wayne. With those artists dropping lyrical gems on tracks with street appeal (and don't forget that they're more believable) one could argue that Lil Wayne is not truly carrying gangsta rap on his back.

Oh, and to you shlong slurpers who wanna go out on the limb and say that Wayne is extremely versatile and thats why he's needed...Thats why we have the Icons...Jay, Nas, etc...PLUS how in the hell do you think Busta Rhymes has lasted so long? He can spit for the rough looking people and then jump back on a b-boy track.

Ok I've OD'ed on this topic...
How did I go from my reflection to this I have NO Idea...
I prolly wouldn't even be so mad if I wasn't about to steal this niggah chin earlier because he kept on screaming that Lil wayne is better than Biggie BECAUSE he's better than Jay and Jay's better than BIGGIE...what the phuck you say son?

Signing Off,
Da Vinci the Verbal Arteest

2008-06-13T03:30:00.003-04:00

WOW @ this ish...

"Look at the large amounts of dandruff..."
"I ain't got no dandruff my hairs a little dry"

Niggah you homeless lol!

Nod Factor

2008-06-11T01:26:00.006-04:00

Wanna read a real post or wanna know whats been going on with me? Skip to the one below this?

This time the lovely Pretty.Hip tagged me...

MEME Rules:
1. Put Your itunes/ music player on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT
After you’ve answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the meme themselves!

BEFORE I do aaaaaall that. I have a question. What if a niggah was still rocking a tape deck and windows 98 or Windows ME? Your plot to take over my blog would be ruined! RUINED I TELL YA! Buhahahaha!
ok...

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
"Orange County"- Pigeon John (I wonder how the chickities are out there??)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
"6 Minutes of Death"- Joe Buddens ft other artists (Yeah you'll die if you try to understand me in 6 minutes)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"Give it Up"- Jean Grae (Yuuuuum a DOPE ass lyrical chick giving it up can you say yum son!)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"Face Off"- Jay Z (I told my aun't about me getting fired so yeah I had a face off. Felt like she ripped my face off lol)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
"Lemme Get Dat"- Rhianna (Hell YEAH The Union taking the world over by LYRICAL FORCE ITCHES!)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"Much More"- Lupe (WOW that is one of my mottos. You can ALWAYS dig deeper and try harder. There's NO such thing as you NOT bing able to do something because you gave 100 percent and failed pfft! niggah you gave 80 at best)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Roc Da Mic"- Roc Fam (*In Freeway's voice* "Yeaaaah")

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
"Kick Push"- Lupe Fiasco (Yeah I get bruised and kicked in the ass but for my little sister's sake keep pushing)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"Suicide Bounce"- Nas ft Busta Rhymes (Ok, this is a little true but not in its literal meaning...hard times take a toll on you and have you thinking of crazy things)

WHAT IS 2+2?
"Around the World"- The Game ft Jamie Foxx (hmmm how can I make this work...2 +2=4ever and its gonna take me that long to visit every country in the world soooo lol)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
"Memory Lane"- Nas (*Jay-z's laugh* ha haaaa)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Back to the way it was"-Xzibit (The person I LIKE not LOVE right? ok then this fits lol)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"Back Like That remix"- Ghostface Killa ft. Neyo and Kanye West (parts of my life fits this but Kanye did his thing on this track lol. His verse was hot P.S. this is the second time ghost got caught sleeping on a track with chi town emcee)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"U know"- Xzibit (WHAAAT? you DO already know what I wanna be when I grow up so stop fronting)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Cry Me a River"- Justin Timberlake ft Timbo (Oooooh I plead heem 5th up in here lol)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"How we Do"-The Game ft 50 Cent ("Nobody do it how we do it..." Yup that describes us...pause for all you nasty minded individuals *in first grade teachers voice* "That's called incest")

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Welcome Back remix"- Mase ft Kanye West (Yeah I can see me acting stupid to this...)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"Sumthin for Urrbody"- Redman (a jersey song for a jersey emcee...)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"How Deep is Your Love for me" Dru Hill (I used to sing the first verse to this girl I liked in 8th grade and she would LOVE it but never would give me anyt REAL play. I did get to lotion her legs before gym though! Thigh action was popping son! well, it was for me *shoulder shrugs* better than nothing...Whats this chick saying in Spanish anyway?)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
"Shimmy Shimmy Ya/Like it Raw"- Ole Dirty Bastard (I do...but please believe the rubber be *in jamaican voice* "Pon Cock" no really it be pon cock lol)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"ReUnited"- Wu Tang Clan (Umm...yeah after next May!)

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
"Nod Factor"- The Roots

I'm gonna tag
MP
Jaybee
Muze
Skinny Black Chick
Knowledge (you thought you got away didn't you aaaaaaah why you mad its just cooomedy?)

Seasonal Change

2008-06-09T23:40:00.003-04:00

HEY GUYS!

No I haven't completely fixed my computer. I have it healthy enough to get online though. After I burn this Windows XP CD then I'll be ok (Knowledge expect another call because I ran into a few problems after the last one lol)

Well, I have officially entered into a different season in my life. ITS ABOUT TIME lol. I hated being all over the place as far as clarity and emotions go. It's kind of hard for me to explain because I'm the worst at explanations but I'll try to give it a shot because I love you all lol.

Ummmmmmm. During certain periods of your life you go through trials and tribulations that are more challenging to overcome. These trials and tribulations or obstacles usually test your character and patience. With me, I cant see things clearly during these times. I'm doing a bad job so I'm just going to get to the good part blahumlalumlump! (thats the tape fast forwarding lol)

I paid my tuition and am starting the Institute of Audio Research Sept 22nd FINALLY! My mom and I aren't on the best of terms but we're good enough to sit in a room together for an hour or two and have a continuous flowing convo without hurting each other! I'm happy and finally feel comfortable about the future! NOW...don't smile toooo hard because I don't know how you're gonna digest this next part lol.

I lost my job.

I'm not upset at ALL. I feel like I can land another one within a matter of weeks the only thing will be transportation because I don't have a car since I've had to put my money towards other things that required attention.

Ok, I know that you all wanna know what led to my demise at that stupid place (if not then skip this part lol) A few months ago (like late Feb/ealry march) I scheduled my days off and my vacation. The day off was June 4th. The vacation was the third week of June. I recently found out that I would need half of July 5th off so that I could finalize things at my school so I put it on the "day off schedule" a little more than two weeks before. NOW (to make a long story short) I was told that the process of taking days off was to schedule it in the book and if something is wrong then you're supervisor will notify you to let you know that you cant take that day off. June 4th came and went and on the 5th (1.5 hours before I was supposed to leave) I get called into the office and am told that no one knew that I was taking the 4th and the 5th off. Also, I was told that i most likely wont be allowed to take my vacation off. (Niggah say WHAT? I already paid for my stuff SINCE its been in the book for about 3 or 4 MONTHS) So I told my boss that she was wrong and that I followed the procedure that was taught to me. I went on further to explain to her how I found it funny that she didn't know that I scheduled those days off when a few weeks ago I requested a day off in late may and then changed my mind a week before the day came up ONLY to come in and see her leprosy-ridden face asking me why I'm coming in on my "day off." She told me that she didn't really want me to leave at 1:30 that day but it was ultimately up to me.

I really couldn't change the appointment that I had a two hours before because thats not fair to the office. (they're mad busy) plus I didn't do anything wrong sooooo
YOU AINT NEVER SEEN NO NIGGAH BE GONE LIKE YOU SAW ME BE GONE

I came in on Friday and ten minutes before I'm supposed to bounce I'm called into HR and they try to fire me with people in the room just in case I act a fool. Hmmmm...OH how they were shocked when I cracked THE BIGGEST smile and asked them for my box of stuff from my cube. Their faces were soooo confused that I almost died laughin in that office (it took so much discipline not to burst out into laughter) Their reasons were the fact that i took days off that they didn't know about even though I refuted that in front of the HR head and got that dismissed, and the fact that I was planning on taking an unauthorized vacation. After I got THE MAIN reason dismissed they pulled the latter out of their asses saying that I have to get approval to take the vacation and I don't have enough time to get approval by going through the proper channels unless the HR head did me a "favor" and sped up the process (even though I clearly did go through the proper channels because if your aren't confronted about your time off request in 10 business days then you are good to go...Thats what they say in orientation) I told them these exact words "Being honest with you all, this fiasco has gone on long enough. The fact of the matter is that whether I get approval or not I'm going to take the vacation time that I scheduled off and I don't see anything unfair, unreasonable, or unruly with that decision" A little bit after that statement I was given my "letter." Ahhh sweet freedom.

I'm not worried about getting another gig AT ALL, so watch me celebrate that things are looking up for a change and that I got out of that hell hole. On Thursday, my cousin that lives on his German air force base comes home for two weeks. On Saturday The twins (Bigums McGee and Fat&Ashy) celebrate their SUPER Sweet 16 :shaking my head at all of the money, time and effort put into that: and from Monday to Sunday, I'll be in Florida acting A PURE DEE FOOL with my ignorant ass family. I don't think that I'm photogenic AT ALL but I'm going to suck it up and take pictures just so I show you all a la a Karrie B picture post.

OH...BTW...
My new thing that I get a kick out of is to ride past Yard/garage sales, look really hard like I'm interested in something that I can see clearly from the car and then turn to the driver and in the most serious voice, say "they aint selling anythin" LOL

I Miss You All!

2008-06-05T11:23:00.003-04:00

Hey to all.

My comp is still stuck in a rut. I haven't gone through the actual process of wiping my hard drive. I have been getting all of the install files for the programs that I have on my current computer so that the transition won't be too bad. After I finish getting all of the files and a few drivers for my DV/TV, sound, and graphics cards then all I'll have to do is plug up my external hard drive and store the stuff on there. LOL you should have seen me. The FIRST thing I did when I saw the virus was unplug my external with the quickness son! My cousin (Bigums Mcgee) was looking at me like "what in the HELL is your problem." I was like "Yo if you played all the music on my external nonstop then you wouldn't hear the same song for 4 weeks and do you know how DOPE my porn collection is right about now kid? Homie don’t play dat! As a matter of fact, Homie never played that!" Thank GOD 1/3 got me that hard drive for my birthday! It’s been my LIFE ever since I opened the box for real! Ok I’m done OD’ing. I can’t wait until I wipe my computer because I miss blogging. I've been reading you guy’s blogs [well the blogs or those who went to settings and allowed your posts to be displayed in their entirety on readers and subscription tools (I've been missing Muze and a few others...)]

OH Don...
If you happen to be reading my lil ole blog, (I caught you doing so in the past) I put a fist up in your memory. It’s a little ashy though because I just got back from washing my hands. You can tell that this is a predominately white company because there are like thirty soap dispensers and no lotion joints in the bathrooms. These Negroes stay plundering my lotion. Some of these fools be putting it on their legs when they wear skirts and kapries (is that how you spell that?) I be like "nah, see you’re WHYLIN because I know you’re not EVEN gonna be checking for me the next time that you hit up the moisturizer aisle in CVS" Then they just giggle and continue on. See how triflin they are? *Too Short starts playing in the background* lol

I typed a looong post last week about how everything was going and my dream that I had on Wednesday night BUT never had the chance to get on the net and post it so I decided to ONLY include a summarized version of the dream so that you can see how cinematic the visions are lmao.

Ok…
I was on the plane with this rich white kid (I forget where we were headed) and we flew over this uncharted island. Dude told me that if I jumped out the plane, he would give me 1,000,000 bucks (You see all of those 0's!!!???) So you KNOW what I did. I landed on the island and immediately started to look for some chicketies. After searching for about a half hour I started to get hungry and looked for some coconuts. After another half hour I remember saying to myself, "here I am with a million bucks in my pockets on an island with NO chicks and NO coconuts. WHAT ISLAND DOESNT HAVE ANY COCONUTS?" I eventually stumbled upon a picnic table that was filled with my Aunt’s macaroni salad, her mac & cheese, her glazed ham and her sweet potato pie. A Brotha was NOT playing when it came to the knife and fork game lol. So here I was eating real nice and enjoying my meal until I felt something strike me against my back so fast and hard that it took my flesh off of with it. As I started cursing the world and everything in it while rolling on the floor, I looked up to see who the faggot was that decided to cause all of this pain. It was him! All of these years that I spent hating him with every ounce of blood in my veins and there he was standing over me with that sinister ass smirk on his face. The Quaker Man. This niggah hit me in the back with a slave whip! Oh HELL NAW!

To make a long story short, he wound up chasing me around the island lashing his whip at me a la Indiana Jones trying to lasso my feet and enslave me on his oatmeal plantation (the bitch-bastard!) I wound up dodging his whip until I fell in this hidden tunnel and landed in an undiscovered underground city of gold that was inhabited by a female tribe (nothing but DOPE, ULTRA SEXY ass looking chicks) and they started fighting over who would get me first *purr* then I realized that I was in a bad situation because unless I satisfied all 100 of them, they were gonna kill me. Just as I was about to start my unavoidable task of pleasing these helpless females in need (lol) the Quaker Man busted through the wall riding on the Rhino from Donkey Kong and started trying to kill me. Somehow I got him to stop and we negotiated a deal. He would satisfy 50 of the chicketies and I'd get the other 50....

The moral of the story?

Wop is the ONLY thing that will bring an end to racial tensions. LOL

I miss you all and will try to post again tomorrow

2008-05-31T14:09:00.003-04:00

My computer has a virus...not just any ole virus...

one that revokes your administrative privileges son.

I need to wipe my hard drive but cant because I dont have the damn CDs to do so. Besides, I really dont look forward to trying to find all of these codecs, programs and drivers so that it can function normal again.

I hope you all are having a great weekend...

Hey Guys..

2008-05-21T15:14:00.001-04:00

Think of your favorite emcee/hip hop artist.
Tell me 5 things about them and/or their music that makes you so loyal of a supporter. (looking good and you being their future wife/baby momma does NOT count lol)

I'm so upset that this chick at my job has payphones for calves WTF do you leg-press locomotives in your spare time or something??

My group The Union (Knowledge of the Union and I) are releasing our annual Heatwave Project. this'll be Volume 2 for those just starting to follow us and it will be available this summer (more details will follow in later posts)

I talked to my R and B artists on the phone yesterday for over TWO HOURS! I wasn't tripping though because it was fun and we got a good amount of leg work done as far as being on the same page. She's really been working more than I thought. It's so funny because I see so much of myself in her. The whole just starting out with raw talent and going through the painstaking process of taming it writing wise thing. She's got the same RETARDED insecurities that I STILL battle with at times and I find myself having to take a step back and check myself. I want to push her soooo far because as far as vocals and music theory goes, she’s not A beast but THE beast. I just want to make her push her limits writing wise so she can see what I KNOW she’s capable of.
OK I know that I'm kind of all over the place so to make a long dissertation short:
Lil homie is nice with it in all aspects but her pen game breeds false insecurities at times. I don't understand her feeling insecure about her lyrics but then I realize that I suffer from the same problem and am taken aback by our striking similarities.
I'm gonna be on dat ass all summer until her first CD is done and then our conquest of the industry shall commence! lol

Speaking of the industry, I had a hard time trying to find 5 internationally known, positive, beautiful, dark skinned female singers/rappers in the industry. Females that are recognized as beautiful by the world. I don’t mean almost dark either. I mean Angie Stone dark...It's not hard to do this for males but it is for females. This shows that we have been successful at making SOME strides to get the world to realize that black/dark is just as, if not more, beautiful than white, super light, cream, caramel, and brown but NOT ENOUGH. Thanks to my artist for bringing this to my attention. How do you guys feel about this?

I Should Smack my Boss

2008-05-20T11:27:00.002-04:00

My condolences goes out to Monie, Since the nets were out, I was routing for the Cavs ma...that sucks...Lebron needs a liiiiittle more help on defense in clutch situations.

I can't post the links like I normally would because I'm rushing...
So my job is trying to get me fired. Well, certain people anyway. Before it was virtually impossible to do so because I had major weight with this chick/my good friend on the executive board and nothing went past her. She recently left for GA and now I'm all alone. Damn. They wasted no time to start the onslaught of troublemaking. I had to go to the hospital because I had the cotton from a q-tip stuck deep in my ear and didn't want it to get infected (THANKS Mandy for scaring me via 1/3's text!) and figured that I should take advantage of this high priced ass PPO plan that I have. I call out using one of my sick days and went to alleviate my ear stress. The next thing I know, when I return I'm in a meeting and photo copies of a list of all of the days that I have taken off is being handed out to all of the bosses that decided to sit in on the meeting (mind you I'm nothing but an administrative assistant/data entry clerk who they tell to do the work of a claims adjuster and bill repricer for the little chump change that a fourth graders weekly allowance shits on) My first thought, aside from why are all of the big guys in on this meeting, was that I thought this company was supposed to be going green and conserving paper? Haven't you wasted enough damn paper by posting up all of these makeshift ass posters of Kermit the Frog singing the hook to "it aint easy being green" GOSH! I took management classes and know that the one who called this meeting had personally requested each of you here and copied this stupid list to have a visual that sticks with those who would have major pull on my termination *deep sigh*

SO, after the mumbo jumbo about me taking 6 days off in 5 months blah blah blah! I allowed *her (ala Jaybee lol) to finish showing her ass for to the masses with her snaggletoothed behind. Then I put her in her place and told her that she needed to quit and apply for a job at the fire department opening hydrants with her grill!
lol ok ok ok I didn’t but I WANTED TO!
Instead I reminded all of the people in there that everyday on the list was approved BEFORE I took the day off. I also reminded them that decent managers inform their employees the instant that they are doing something wrong and/or are headed in the wrong direction. If my days were a problem then it should not have been any hesitation to tell me so in the first place. AFTERWARDS, I pointed out the fact that this company is not like other companies where you are allotted a certain amount of personal, sick, and vacation days and then are immediately allowed to use them. In fact you have to accrue your days hour by hour (meaning if you work 80 hours/2 weeks, then you have 5.6 hours of stored up time in your bank that gets split up and distributed UNEQUALLY between your vacation, sick and personal time) and then when you feel like using any of your time you just put your name on the digital calendar so too many people don't take that day off. I not only did that, I went to the bosses and GOT their approval and asked them if they had a problem with me taking EACH and EVERY day that I took off.

Once I said all that I had to say about the situation. One of the bosses informed *her that unless she has a problem with my performance then they have to go because they have other things to do. She TRIED to bring up some accounts and say that I haven't shown them any attention in weeks but I quickly shut her down by pointing out the fact that they were assigned to me the day before (when I was at the hospital) and that them even being assigned to me is bull ish because I already have 23 accounts and the counterpart to my position only has like 11. boooooo!

Needless to say that her accusations didn't stick well and I still have a job but have to watch what I do. I wound up giving up my trip with Knowledge to Ohio next week just to ease the tension around the office. I REALLY WANTED TO GO because I've never been off of the east coast before! Now I have to pray that another occasion arises where my visiting Ohio with him will be somewhat justified. Them being on my ass also means no more posting and visiting other people's blogs EVERYDAY from work (unless you all wanna chip in on the "let's get Da Vinci a blackjack for cheap" fund lol)

If You Only Knew:
MP: I am gonna get the courage to ask her out on a blog-date one of these days. She's so caring and cool and FUNNY! I'm still cracking up at the fact she decided to not go into Buddhism for a bunch of reasons after looking the religion up (forget the fact that her pstor is trying to put her religion on lock with that youth group) but saw a silver lining on the Buddhism cloud in the form of yoga. Well, I have a funny since of humor so that may not be funny to you, but her wording is hot to me because she really pours her personality into her blog which is a good look.
1/3 of what I used to be: ...finally gets one! She been deserved it but I just felt like being difficult and getting on her nerves LOL. She puts up with my insanity on a regular basis and can write her little butt off when she's not feeling lazy (ask her to make up a spur of the moment poem or battle you the next time that she's on aim and 1/3 don't act like you can't because I got PROOF!)
Eb the celeb: ...gets one because she posted this one pic up and she was wearing some silver tights... NOW I KNOW that she had her legs positioned against the wall a certain way (damn females and their trickery) but I'll be damned if all of those years of using them legs when she was younger didn't pay off. I love me some thighs mmmm
Philly's Andrea: ...gets one because I LOVE her realness. I'm gonna cop her book just cause...JUST CAUSE I tell ya!
i.can't.complain:...get's one because her blog has my arm itching! Her joint is one of the blogs that I read as soon as I get on here.
Muze : *deep sigh* she's dope bottom line.

Negro please:
1/3 of what I used to be:...is still on this got damn list because she don't like my new fishies! How in the HELL do you hate on fishies??? Maaaan she must not have heard how my fishies keep the gat in the stash!
Karie b.:...is on this list because she decided to Google some of the NASTIEST of sex terms and got some disturbing visuals AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAAAA! Good for your tiny ass! LOL

Props:
The above section is gender sensitive so props to Knowledge for graduating from Morgan State University! He's leaving on may 31st to be an astronaut and he's gonna send satellite images of him floating in space grabbing his crotch while telling NASA to suck it back to earth!
Well, not really but I'd find humor in that lol.
Also, props to Yellow Rebel for putting m up on Kidz in the Hall. I'm not a fan because Nawledge isn't the best of lyricists to me, but they do put out solid CD's in my opinion. Plus their on Duck Down Records and Lord knows I like that label lol. I'm glad that you finally got those Janelle Monae performance videos off of your phone kid because you seemed maaaaaaaaad frustrated lmao

Gabrielle Union is no longer high on my starting line up (I'm not going to put her all the way out there but I just heard and saw some things that had to do with her that were ummm displeasing to say the least). Chrisette Michelle is NUMBER 1 and it doesn't look like she's losing that spot anytime soon. Bump Brooklyn, I'd walk through Ireland where niggahs wear skirts/kilts just to get her some cheese cake

Work
My job is really messed up how they fire people. This dude did something wrong (See Funnies) and was recruited by the boss to order and pick up lunch (Chinese food) for the department. When he came back from getting the food, they had his cubicle packed up in a box and told him that he was fired for what he did earlier that day. Then they took his food and had him escorted him from the building without further discussion. WHAT?

FUNNIES
BIGGUMS MCGEE: Speaking of working out, *puts hand on Fat&Ashy's knee* lets do some aerobics
FAT&ASHY: *gives the most vicious side eye known to man* Niggah? Get the FUCK off of me!
Me: LMAO

Dude that got fired from my job was working when one of my bosses came to his cube to talk about her daughter and softball...
Boss: yeah she was scared when we brought her to the batting cages
Terminated: I bet she was, all of those BALLS flying fast at her face, that's intimidating
Boss: I know I think she wound up liking it though
Terminated: OH yeah? She liked those balls? Well I mean they are soft when you're holding the bat
Boss: yeah
Terminated: but they are so BIG did you ever get in the face by one of those?
Boss: yeah in high school one time. It hurt really bad
Terminated: yeah that was your first time huh
Boss: yeah it was...
Terminated: Well, at least she's gettin used to em. I gotta go to the bathroom excuse me
By this time we're all cracking up and the boss is wondering what in the hell is so funny. When she found out (this white chick snitched) you read about what happened in the work section

RELATIONSHIPS
I have nothing new to report here to be real. I feel a friendship slipping from out of my grasp but I can't hold onto people who don't want me to hold onto them so I'm just going to give them their space until they feel like talking or being friends or whatever *shoulder shrugs*
BTW I'm still not getting some people and I swear these scandalous ass broads at my job are really pressing the issue. *deep sigh*

IN RECENT NEWS
I don't know how many of you are up on NY hip-hop but Papoose apparently got married to Remy Martin while she's serving her 8 year jail sentence and managed to get banned from the jail during the ceremony. Why? Because he tried to slip home girl a skeleton key so that she could break out of her cell. If that’s the best idea that my spouse can come up with to break me out of the bing then I want a divorces ASAP son...WHAT WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO DO AFTER SHE GOT OUT THE CELL? Shoot the breeze with the guards and then hope that they DON'T notice that she's wearing a FREAKING JUMP SUIT when the conversation ends and she walks out of the gates into the middle of NO WHERE?

REVIEWS
I need not to tell you all how hot Iron Man is because judging from their box office numbers you saw it. I will tell you that Sex and the City will be that piff so GO see that!
Music wise, I already spoke on Kidz in the hall so I’m gonna talk about The Roots

I'm not a die hard Roots fan. I love their music but am still learning most of their CDs because I first heard about them in college when I met Knowledge (that would be the cue for the judgmental haters to gasp and say that I’m not Hip Hop) Well, everyone has their own journey when it comes to music and its history and so *grabs crotch *SLURP ON DIS!

Their CD "Rising Down" is good. I wont say hot because they have a good amount of dark songs that will bring your good mood down. It made me upset to hear all of those dark songs because The Roots make great music on a consistent basis, but their more upbeat and happier songs are their best in my opinion. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bad mouthing the CD AT ALL because it is definitely worth the money I was just a little disappointed because the only "happy" song on there was the one with Chrisette Michelle and Wale. Besides, the music is cool if you're into dark sounding CDs and EVERYBODY KNOWS that The Roots concert is THE BEST so you wouldn't wanna be at one of their shows and not know all of the words Trust me, it's not a good look.
LYRICS
"Twinz (Deep Cover '98)"(feat. Fat Joe)[Big Punisher]Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spotI know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wopHop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles'with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghettiEverybody kiss the fuckin floor, Joey Crack, buck em allIf they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin whoreDead in the middle of Little Italy little did we knowthat we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily[Fat Joe]It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an LMake no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to killI'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wakeSmack you then I wack you with my snub trey-eight[Big Punisher]I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family childrenlike Amityville drill the nerves in your cavity fillinInsanity's building up pavillion in my civilianThe cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealingA villain without remorse, who's willing to out your bossForever and take all the cheddar like child support[Fat Joe]I support Pun in anything he does, anything he lovesMy brother from another mother sent from the aboveA thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might beEven better leavin niggaz kneelin on they right knee[Big Punisher]Spike Lee couldn't paint a better pictureYou small change, I'm blowin out your brains gettin richer[Fat Joe]Hit you with the Mac (Mac), smack your bitch, nigga what?You gettin stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck![Big Punisher]Trunk jewels (jewels), cruisin in the Land, pumpin 'Cash Rules'Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin to pass through[Fat Joe]That's true, so who the next to get it?TS is the best that did it (get it off your chest kid admit it)[Chorus: Pun, Joe][Pun] And it's[Joe] Here, and you don't stop![Pun] Twenty shot glock with the cop killer fill em to the top[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop![Pun] Joey Crack's the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop![Pun] We'll make it hot nigga, what bring it I blow your whole spot[Joe] Yeah, and you don't stop![Pun] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop![Big Punisher]Fuck the po-lice, I squeeze first, make em eat dirtTake em feet first through the morgue, then launch em in the T-birdThe street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biasedSupposed to supply us with rights, tonight I hold my rosarytight as I can, I'm one man against the world, just me and my girlBlack Pearl Athena my sena who keeps it realYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep itPeep it it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it[Fat Joe]Creep with me, as I cruise in my BeemerAll the kids in the ghetto call me Don CartagenaKickin ass as I blast off heat, andyou never see me talk to police, soyou should know that I really don't carePull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right thereSo beware it's rare that niggaz want beef, Big Pun speakand let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets[Big Punisher]Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion, Puerto Ricansknown for slashin catchin niggaz while they sleepin, no relaxinKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexesThree techses in the Jeep Lexus just in case police ask usStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholarsFill the clips off, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollersBetter acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot downHeather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down[Fat Joe]We lock towns like rounds in the chamberBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mineevery time plus I'm the crime boss of New YorkWhen we talk to walk the walk all my niggaz carry chalkand stalk, I prey like The Predator, whoever want itgo and get it set it baby and I'ma bury yaSo remember the Squad that I'm reppinI pull a clip for my weapon and Punish niggaz till it's Armageddon[Chorus 2X (to fade)]

Dozing Off

2008-05-18T22:56:00.004-04:00

I need to do a weekly wrap up but honestly I dont have the energy to right now. I dont even know how my eyes are still open.

"Flyer than giraffe pussy" Nawledge of Kidz in the Hall

"got me singing like Micheal Jackson How ya do me this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" One of them 3-6 mafia cats on a Justin Timberlake song

"Everyone told me when you was in jail you was phuckin dem boys, yeah your name was making noise but you was phucking them boys" Buckshot of Boot Camp Click (I think)

"WAIT, now her period's late now THINK and homeboy do it it quickly...If I don't want it she'll want nothin to do with me, JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250!!!" Joe Buddens on one of his Mood Muzik CD's

"Give me two fat tabs and 3 shrooms and you can't see me like fat people in steam rooms" Eminem on When Bad Meets Evil

I've been listening to some ignorant ass lyrics lately lol. It's good for a laugh...what makes this kind of ill is that most of those songs are hot. They have lyrical content and/or display emcee skills. (no not 3-6 lol)
.......................................
On an inner monologue type of tangent, I went to my mom's crib on mothers day. I GOT TO SEE MY SISTER...
"...then you pray to god she don't grow breasts to soon" Kanye
She got some infant jugs on her! NO! What the fast ass boys try'na holla...Right after I left I copped the latest issue of Guns and Ammo mag. She's sooo much like me. goofy, thinks quick on her feet, personable and talented. She wrote her first poem about Martin Luther King and performed it in school this year!
I know that I'm all over the place in this post but I am DOG tired lol.
The visit went weel. My mom was sober and we had fun listening to my music. My sister was stealing most of my attention but I had no complaints. when I left my mom looked at me in my eyes and said the L word. It was kind of hard for me to return it. It's funny because she's the only female that I have a problem saying it to. My other family members ecieve affection on demand but she's such a different case.

on a better note I got two fishies! Well 4 but two died within days. Thier names are ODB, DeeBoe, Deeze and Doze.
Why did I call them that? ODB looked crazy and high. DeeBoe had t get his own bowl bc he was bullying the others for their fish flakes. Deeze and Doze are identical twins and I wanted iit to be like I put Doze in the bowl alone and then be like "Awwww He looking lonely, well throw some Deeze in that Bitch!" It's my pets dont judge me niggah lol. Doze and ODB died ...oh well, when I get some more doe I'll get my tank jumpin like how I want it. Ok I'm drifting off on top of my Keyboard and 1/3 is gettin neglected in this AIM convo bc of that lol. Let me tell her I'm sleepy and log off...good night all

PAIN

2008-05-12T22:05:00.004-04:00

Verse 1:
I pencil pain on the canvas, this is more than rapping
The speakers pass it, to your soul your heart mimics the track and
Your heart beat match it, my words conduct magic
Flow wet make water beds out of a pissy mattress
I’m the essence of the lyrical
My bars be fucking your soul so while you “T’s” the brain my words “F’ing” your spiritual
Spit, blessings through miracles
Malcolm Luther Gandhi the ink, revolutionize the hurt so it’s real in you
Dear Journal Nana hit me
She didn’t mean it though taking out her anger on me cause mommy had stole a fifty
Now she out snorting Jiffy, dyfs try’na get me
Did she forget me? getting late it’s almost 2:50
Anyways why she sniffing that dough
My teachers getting on me cause I wore the same clothes 3 days in a row
Yeah…that’s just the pain of that blow
spit pain on the track your speakers drop the tears and it’s amazing you folks Penciling PAIN

Verse 2:
I emit Emotions through lyrics touch souls through the spirits
That possess the base chills up your bones when you hear it
Drop a poem where your tear is
Heartbreak, indulge in a beat, and let my words co-sign where your fear is
I’m a genius with the writing
My words chew through your ear to soul like Holyfield in the ring with Tyson
Just another form of fighting clash against the Titans
Unbearable like being sold as slaves to the white men
Dear Diary I’sa sitting here crying
Cause last week mommy gave to massa cause she said massa admires me/
He started feeling and winking his eye at me
I was’a scared and it hurt real bad when he went up inside of me
Afta that he turned round and hit me
Said he’d kill me if I’sa tell and kill my kinfolk with me
So I’se trusting you with this secret, he don’t know I’se writing and reading
I’se heading up north this evening grieving PAIN

Verse 3:
Tear drops water seeds of sorrow
Whose plants are deeply rooted in turmoil the thorns of tomorrow
Yield…fruit that are bitter
Wines that are sour sip from this cup of sin and im-purify your inners
While you enter, to the grim land of sinners
Where you reap what you sew with threads of karma that comes around like spinners
Where hurt, met pain and got pregnant with heart break
Hearts break, dance on thin ice pop locking through their heart ache
This is the real world far from a fiction
Penny for thoughts, I spit priceless descriptions with precise depictions
Spit, Christ encryptions re, cite the scriptures
Cause the resolution’s dark I shed light on the pictures
You feel me? hark my words I give sight to the senseless
Look around at what’s going down I just write it in glimpses

have a good one

2008-05-10T12:52:00.005-04:00

You know wat else is therapeutic?
writing lyrics and I plan on doing alot of that this weekend.

Happy Bday Knowledge you half a fag!
Tell them broads you "breakin spines when you hit it from behind" lmao
How does it feel a NEW year starting your NEW life???

*wink* at 1/3 of what I Used to be...thanks for comin through BIG TIME this week (good look for the home team)

I PRAY for those going through hard times...

have a good weekend blogland

enough of the sad sappy ish...

2008-05-08T11:25:00.003-04:00

Ok..I guess, enough of the sad sappy ish folks. I’m back to regular ole me for the time being lol.

Thank you everyone who hit me up and commented and called me and texted me and prayed for me and to that person who actually typed a prayer for me that was as long as the book of Exodus! It was all greatly appreciated!

I don’t exactly know what I wanna talk about so excuse my nomadic thoughts lol

Before I start I would like to say "get well soon niggah" to Yummy bka Karrie b. lil homie wasn't feeling well...

I know you love Hello Kitty ma so I dug a hole straight to Asia and brought you back some of these...

I'm such a dork lol

Uuuuuum. I guess I could talk abooout…

To all of the guys, it’s starting to get warm/hot out and that means three things:
Dice games in the park (I know I’ getting MY stacks prepared)
Niggahs acting a fool with all of this violence (where’s that vest at?)
And plenty of skin showing (*In Forest Gump’s voice* Mmm I love some sweet potata pie!)

Now before you oafs start acting all stupid because of the heat and start fighting and shooting up the place, you should give the ladies some attention because BOY OH BOY will they deserve it.

When I say that, I’m not talking about your local project boogers with the buck fifty scars and period stains. I’m also not really leaning heavy on the eye candy chicks that resemble what you see on the idiot box everyday.
I’m more so focusing on the everyday undercover geek treasure females!
Those who look great but who are often over looked because they aren’t attention-seeking, money-chasing broads like the others.
I can’t BEGIN to tell you how sexy these females are.
Let’s give them some attention this summer instead of competing with the sun to see who can show their ass more because they deserve it. They put up with our bull ish. They put up with our chasing all the WRONG females who have attractive exteriors but ugly identities and they are the one’s who you will come to for a keep it real session with the opposite sex. Bump all of this “I’m just now starting to realize that you are beautiful” ish. Let’s start getting them while the getting is good (before all of the assholes get them and shit on them) because the last thing we need is to add them to the long list of members of the “Niggahs Ain’t Shit” club.
They already look real good, add that to the fact that most of them have been working out for like the past four weeks so that they could look right for the summer and you got a jackpot on your hands son! (by the way…if you don’t know what kind of stomach to fantasize about your chick having hit up Muze’s blog and holla at her belly piercing post (mmmm scrumptious!)

Chicks:
If you fit the mold of what I’m talking about and then you better make this your summer with us! Don’t prove me wrong for this damn post because I do not like being wrong! Besides, I might just get upset and tell knowledge to spill his drink on you in the club…YES…all over that outfit that you planned on returning to the store the next day. The Union don’t play that lmao…
Nah for real, give us a chance and don’t be shitting on us, we’ll get it right one day.

Fuck you!

2008-05-07T10:57:00.004-04:00

(To those who sent me those hateful ass e-mails:
This shit is MY journal and avenue to vent. You think I give a flying sack of elephant shit if you read this?)

…*sigh*
Hello Blogland, I appreciate and miss you dearly. I have a very SIGNIFICANT amount of people that I see in the non-virtual reality world who reads my posts. I didn’t really realize until recently. I mostly get positive feedback but there are some who get offended by my opinion (as if I don’t tell them the ish I think to their face)

“Why don’t you just post your lyrics up in your posts and stop writing about your life? Who even thought of the idea as using a blog as a journal that can cause stalkers…”

“Do you really feel that way about me? I mean, I know you told me that you do but for real?”

Dumb ish…

I got other things to worry about instead of this trivial who likes me and who doesn’t I don’t even post half of the ish that goes on in my life from a day to day basis…

I’m really not even in a comical mood. I plan on changing that by hitting up my blog playlist on the left and visiting those who I neglected over the weekend (hi MP, KB, Muze, 1/3, Monie, YR, Mary, Knowledge, Jaybee, i.cant.complain, don, and a few others)

This shit is therapy for real…
If you only read my blog for the funny parts and whatnot then you may wanna fall back until I get back in a more comical mood after reading other's blogs…

Dear Journal,
(this is where the proofreading ends...)
My mother…

I have songs about her. Not songs that she’d appreciate but heartfelt ones nonetheless.

She iiiiiis a very special part of me for she helped shape my being.

I see her like every two months nowadays because honestly that’s all that I can stomach. I’m not sure I would even go if it wasn’t for my heart, my sister who lives with her. I haven’t lived with my mom since senior year of high school when I got kicked out and bounced. She was in one of her “modes.” I would tell you why but I would have to give you a history for you to completely understand the built up mixture of emotions that led to our parent child break up…fuck it…

My mom became addicted to crack cocaine before I even started pre-school. It was kind of ok because we were living with my grandmother so I was taken care of for a good portion of her addiction. During the 3rd grade my nana’s Alzheimer’s started to act up real bad and, by the summer before 5th grade, she was forced to give up her home and live with other family members (all of whom WOULD NOT let a stealing drug addict like my mom stay with them without going through rehab) My second mom (my aunt) kept in contact with my mom while she went through detox and eventually took me in after I stayed the weekend at her house and told her how my uncle was beating the shit out of me like I was a grown man. I stayed with her for the 5th grade and moved back in with my mom during the 6th grade when my mom left a rehab called Choices in Newark, NJ because of scandalous things that were going on between the recovery addicts and the counselors. She moved into Apostle House. A low-income half way house for families like us. By then my sister was two.

During our stay at Apostle House my sister and I started to bond like real siblings. Sounds a little weird right? Well, the thing was that I hated her up until she was 3. I couldn’t stand her existence. She fucked everything up BIG TIME. I mean, here I was: a momma’s boy who had NO father living in THE WORST of neighborhoods constantly getting jumped and picked on because I could read a damn Judy Bloom book without stuttering or stopping mid sentence to sound out Margaret or however you spell that character’s name. I wanted some form of male attention. I remember one Fathers day I made a card out of blue construction paper and cut up some red paper in the shape of a tie and wrote I love you daddy on the inside. When I got home I asked my mom if I could give it to my uncle. She was high at the time and I guess I blew her buzz because she screamed on me and said “I’m your fucking father, your mother, your woman, your friend, that’s my shit no you can’t give it to your damn uncle he aint have you!” I’m digressing but here’s the tie-in with my sister: After all of that I’m your everything, I swore that when my mom got clean things would change like she said and I would get the attention from her that I soooo desired. I didn’t. My sister came and sucked it up. Something always came before me…drugs, getting money for them, my sister I hated it. When we got to Apostle House my mom would leave so that she could get certification in some nursing program. I would be stuck watching the spoiled one. At first I was cold towards her and never let her leave the crib unless I got tired of her stinking and had to change her. Eventually she started using her fucking baby powers to get me to like her. Kissing me and falling asleep on me and she would always stop crying when I would play with her. I liked the connection a little bit but I kept my guard up.
After we moved out of Apostle House Martin Luther King Blvd became our home and my mom pulled me to the side. She was like “your sister asked me where her daddy was yesterday and I told her that I didn’t know him” I remember thinking to myself how didn’t you know him when I remember what the niggah look like? Side bar: One day my nana got smart and found a new hiding place for her money. My mom couldn’t find it so she took me and we went downtown by the high school where my school’s chorus concerts were held (funny she never could find the time to take me to them so that I could perform my solos but she could go when she was broke) She met this guy down there that day who had a Corona bottle in his hand. My mom told me to stay at the corner and they went behind some bushes to have sex for a few minutes. (I was 9 going on 26 growing up in the streets so I knew exactly what she was doing even though she may have sworn I didn’t) I guess she felt bad about that little fiasco and the fact that she sold the Super Nintendo that my God Mother got me for Christmas because she took part of the money she made from my sisters father and got me a used Gameboy from the pawn shop. Played herself…I wound up becoming more and more closer to my sister after she posed the where’s my pops question. She became my best friend and we would spend all of the time in the world together. My mom wouldn’t let me out to play due to our neighborhood so I wound up teaching my sister how to do everything that I liked to do. In exchange I would let her bring me fake cups of tea from her fisher price tea set when I was sick. Our bond was tight.

When we finally got in a good two family house in a good neighborhood my mother and I started to bump heads. I was the only black kid in my class (honors) and I was a teenage boy who wanted to go out after school and chill with his crew of snot nosed peers. She wanted me to come home and be a baby. Well, that’s how I had always seen it. Our relationship started to decline a little after she would refuse to let me out to play with my friends. This was extremely shameful because it had just gotten good. She was clean for five years and I was proud of her. She had managed to pimp the system. Due to her health conditions she couldn’t work. So she got on SSI. She was already collecting welfare and WIC checks helped us out during my sister’s infancy. Bill Clinton showed us love. My mom even paid 200 dollars to a worker at the section 8 office to move our name up on the list so that we would get cheap rent and survive a little better. (now that I think about it that’s just wrong and immoral for you, a government staff member who’s sole purpose is to help those who are poverty stricken survive in this capitalistic society, to accept money and get your hands greased by one of those poverty stricken citizens) It’s a good thing that she didn’t get caught because that was all the money we had at the time…bottom line is that I was loving my life with my family except for the fact that I wasn’t allowed to play with my friends. I mean, I never had friends before this because I was always in bad neighborhoods getting jumped and picked on. NOW people actually wanna chill with me? They wanna hear my rhymes and they wanna invite me over for their birthday parties? What do people even do at birthday parties? Is it like on TV?

Eventually, my mom ran out of excuses to keep in me in the house. I was a sophomore playing football, wrestling, in all of the choirs, at school, the business club, in every play and musical, coming home with straight A’s and active in the youth department at the church down the street. Plus my chores were ALWAYS done. (Prolly why I’m OCD’ish now lol) She started letting me out to hang with my friends and I was loving it. I guess by doing that she really lost a friend though. Her obesity kept her from going out and making new friends because she was insecure. She started to frequent the liquor store and drinking every night. The ish was not cute because I would wind up reciting all of her “you aint shit” speeches in my head while she was spitting on my face yelling them at me. I would wind up getting so mad when I asked her to go out to games because she would shout at me and tell me that I was just like my father knowing that I despise the thought of that vermin. I mean, sure the verbal abuse was torturous but when she was sober things was the exact opposite. It was like night and day. I learned how to get write a cover letter and a good resume then I started working all of the time when I wasn’t in school… ANYTHING to keep me from that house. My sister would never get any of this treatment when my mom was in one of her “modes.” In fact, my mom would become more affectionate towards her. By then I was happy that she was getting the affection that at least one of us deserved.

Her drunken fits started to get so bad that I would start reciting rhymes in my head while looking at her with a blank expression on my face during her screaming and verbal abuse. She would become even more upset that her words were falling on deaf ears and I would get kicked out. The first few times it hurt me. It hurt me reeeeal bad because I had no where to go. She told me to get out of her house or get out and this time she really means that shit and I would be forced to leave in slippers and some with snow on the ground. I would go to some of my friends houses and cry in their basements as they snuck me in. She would then look for me the next day and scream at me for not coming back home or going to school in my PJ’s. I would be utterly confused but I kept quiet because I knew that I couldn’t live in my friend’s basements for ever. Plus I needed my books to study for my tests.

The last time she told me that I was kicked out she didn’t come back to look for me. I was out on my own and my aunt (second mom) had just talked to me about what was going on at my house (I wasn’t allowed to see her because my mom forbade me to talk to people in the family…apparently they had something against us and she was the only one who could recognize the fact) My aunt told me to call her when this stuff happens so I did. She said that I could stay with her for the remainder of my senior year in high school and everyday I left the house at 5am to start on the 3/5 hour commute to high school (my school refused to let me go because I was in their new international baccalaureate classes and I guess it was a bad look for them to lose a good student like me in his last year especially when they had the state giving them extra money to support the new program and all) just to get home at 7:30pm at the earliest.

My mom resented my aunt for taking me in. According to her, she stole her son and the glory of raising a college bound child. She apologized and wanted me to come back and live with her but I wasn’t having it because I went to her house to visit my sister only to see spoons with burn marks at the bottom and shot sized bottles of Seagrams gin with a hole in the middle. My mom would look me dead in my face and swear that she had changed. LOOK AT ME dead in my fucking face and swear up and down that she wasn’t on that shit when she basically taught me how to use crack. How to make the pipe. How to cook the shit. What it should look like. How it smelled. I used to eat cereal from those same spoons with burn marks at the bottom. We couldn’t afford real steel spoons so the stains would stay. “MOM! How can you tell me that you’re changed when I come over and see the signs? Come on mom, you used to use my Uno cards to scrape up the shit off of the table. Now there’s just one card on the table with on side that is maaad dirty? Disassembled pipe pieces and shit? You’re fucking kidding me right? Of all the shit you could have done to make me mad you do this shit? No I’m not living with you” and I didn’t I went to Morgan State and stayed on campus.
I didn’t talk to her until my first love in college convinced me to call her because I missed my sister so much. I did and we talked. I couldn’t stand hearing her voice though. The resentment was deeply embedded and I found myself experiencing mood swings thinking about my mother and her relapse. 7 years for nothing! I wanted to keep in contact with my sister but the only way that I could do that was by being at least somewhat cool with my mother. So to prevent me from saying something that I shouldn’t over the phone I told her that we should write to each other. After I received her first letter I regretted that shit so much. Her 5th grade education showed its ass and I barely could make out her poorly scribed thoughts. How could a woman this smart handle her life so stupidly???
Ever since senior year in high school I’ve been distant towards my mom. I didn’t even give her a ticket to my graduation (it was raining that day) She showed up late with balloons and was standing at the door yelling for me to give her the last ticket that I had in my pocket but I couldn’t bring myself to do it because of her affinity for to illegal substances. I also was thinking very mean thoughts. I was selfish I admit. I mean, if you could look at your mom and tell yourself how she doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of watching your graduation and screaming that’s your baby when they announce you and your accolades because it was hell for you to get to that point and she made it that way that’s mean. That’s spiteful and that’s one the one stubborn trait of hers that I hate about myself. BTW noticed that I’ve said the words hate and despise quite a few times and I forbade my friends to use them in my presence that’s because I’m adamant.

Now that I’m back in Jersey I try to see my sister as much as I can without jeopardizing my moms relationship. I go over to pick up my sis and my mom is high. I hate it and I hate my mom for it. I can’t call child services because we don’t have a good record with them from when I was little. My family hoodwinked child services so that I wouldn’t end up in a foster home and let’s just say that they didn’t like it and it’s a miracle that we got away with it. So all of that means that if I call them on my mom and try to get custody of my sister they are going to try to keep her out of my hands. My mom would never give custody over willingly because she after losing me, she refuses to even dream about losing my sister. My mom refuses to get clean again after the rehab fiasco and her health is failing her. Congestive heart failure and crack isn’t the most suitable of outfits to wear at a 50 something birthday party. To be honest with you, I’m hustling to get in this school and learn this audio production ish. I’m getting an apartment in September and after I get settled, I’m just waiting for my mom to fuck around and die like the doctor at the hospital told her she would if she keeps this shit up. Once She dies I’ll be able to take care of my sister without the complications. Until then I can only call and visit and pray that I don’t get too nauseas at the site of a 400 lbs woman shrinking to 307 with nothing but flab hanging and knees giving way. She still manages to make it down stairs and get her hits though.
I’m upset yes, sad yes, stressed a little, but the hardest lesson that I’ve ever had to learn was not how to feed 3 people with only 12 bucks for 3 weeks…it was realizing when to leave an external problem alone because there’s nothing that you can do to fix it.

ttyl

2008-05-06T09:59:00.000-04:00

Hey everyone…
I was in Baltimore this weekend…
New post around 9:00 pm tonight…
See ya then…

5 BRAIN…WAVES UNDER THE DOO-RAG

2008-05-01T09:36:00.002-04:00

1 “I’ll hurt your feeeeeelings!” (50 Cent)
Ok here’s the skinny.
I printed out Karrie b’s blog about not wearing black for Sean Bell and posted it inside of my cubicle. One of the chicks at my job (Stinky) who decided to wear black for the ENTIRE WEEK read it and made a few snide remarks about the Kare…(straight up assuming that the author of the blog must be white or not acquainted with being treated in an unjust manner amongst other things) After hearing her run off at the mouth I decided to turn around and face her. (why was I conversing with my back towards her in the first place? Because she was wearing a skirt and her “pie” smells like an old meat cellar) I then proceeded to explain Karrie’s logic and disprove Stinky’s statements. Stinky became more rude and judgmental and I became more defensive. To prevent myself from saying something that I should not have, I told her “If you don’t like it or agree with it, then take your all black wearing ignorant ass out of my cube.” (by that time we both were cursing) Things kind of went rock bottom from there because she came back to my cube to continue the argument and wound up saying “with you black ass! You dark as shit! I don’t see why these little chicks around here like your ass so much!” My response? “Shut the fuck up cause your cooch needs some tough acting Tinactin.” Afterwards, everybody who was around my cube decided to burst with laughter and she left me alone. Later on her and some of her black wearing cronies walked by giving me stank looks sucking their teeth and whispering. I simply asked them who died and where’s the dirge. I know I was wrong but I was still ticked off…

2 “What tis dis bull sheet? I can’t get jiggy with dis shit!” (African from next Friday)
Today one of Stinky’s friends came in wearing green and gave me a Sponge Bob action figure as a peace offering. (Awww how nice)
*Takes Spider Man action figure off of computer monitor so that he can start kicking some ass*

3 “Or I’ll go back even further to your parents first date and I’ll cock block your fathers game…” (Eminem)
Not too far from my house, a high school senior came into her house only to find her boyfriend and mom boning in the living room. (And who says that these talk shows are faking the funk) I couldn’t believe it until I snapped back to reality and realized that my aunt does live in a white suburb and some of the kookiest ish be happening around here.

4 I still can’t get over the fact that Wesley Snipes got 3 years in jail for tax evasion…
…While these “Sean Bell cops” are free making plans to hit up a bar and bully another black kid tonight. I’m really thinking about making a list and titling it “Judges who Deserve to Have a SUPER HOT Soldering Iron Shoved up Their Shit Hole Slow”

5 I just got off of the phone with one of my peoples…
I GOTTA hurry up and finish school so that I can file for custody of my little sister because my mom aint cutting it. Here comes a major mood swing I feel it.
HAVE A GREAT DAY FOLKS

Word Crunching

2008-04-29T10:06:00.003-04:00

So, most people that know me on a more personal basis at my job know that I rhyme. It’s kind of cool at times (coming home and writing rhymes that’ll impress everybody in the lunch time cypha while at the same time getting your lyrical exercise on) but it’s also annoying at times (people throw my name around and instigate stupid little office arguments about who’s the best rapper in our 500 STAFF COUNT CORPORATION!) *Shaking my head* Yesterday just happened to be one of those annoying times.

I was at my desk (just came back from the gym) when the soft shoeing ass WB Frog asks me to come and join the cypha they’re having in 5 minutes. I go over a few of my newer verses in my head and head towards the staff parking lot. Now the normal crowd at these cyphas are like 6 “emcees” and about 3 other dudes who wish they could rap. This day was different. It was the usual 6 “emcees,” but there were also like 8 other dudes and 5 females. I enter into the circle and the whispering commences. (Damn SOMETHINGS up) After I having the rhyme passed to me like 4 times, I’m ready to go because I already spat my new verses. That’s when the bull ish starts.

WB Frog: Yo we got this cat that wants to see you son. He said he nice with it.

Me: (ooooh boy! I KNEW something was up. I’m not EVEN trying to get into battling again) word?

WB Frog: Yeah he right here…*beckons to dude*

This white comes into the circle (the new mail delivery boy? HE RAPS???)

Me: (SHIT! Homie hasn’t been in the cypha rhyming so he got some fresh joints to spit. Knowing WB Frog, he probably planned on battling me since Friday or something and I just spat all of my new verses…bottom line IS that I’m gonna have to fresstyle while I KNOW this guy is coming with mad writtens)

The mail boy spits his stuff and I realize that he IS freestyling (GREAT! :-)) He’s pretty decent with his and he gets personal BUT about 80 percent of his rhymes are gun talk; so when it’s my turn the tension mounts. (I’m not that great of a freestyle artist…) I do the usual, down play his skills, hype up mine but I quickly point out the fact that he’s clearly not a thug working as a mail boy at an insurance corp and wearing khakis and a button down. I’m then cut off by the mail boy as he starts “justifying his thug” (you gotta be kidding me right?)

Here’s where the crowd saves my no-rhyme-having ass.

After he talks about pushing packs of coke and threatens to shoot me if I ever come out of the side of my mouth one more time about his gangster rep, I jump in and say the following:

Look kid…
They say don’t judge a books by their cover, no doubt
I support that old saying so by giving you ‘benefits of the doubt
You’re a gangster. ‘specially if tough talk warrants thug nature
But check it folks as I flip that style better than this wankster
MA PHUCKA! Your whole set’ll get conquered
My slugs leave you more stuffed than 5th grade bras at R Kelly concerts…

I couldn’t continue due to the crowd yelling and jeering. *Phew!*

(I know people looking at us from the windows must be thinking damn them niggahs are loud…)

I’ll post again and catch up on my comments later today.

What a Weekend

2008-04-28T09:21:00.003-04:00

So my weekend (Including Thursday) was a bit uncanny. I was going to post about each day individually but I DO NOT have time like that lol.

Thursday:
Was a very beautiful day AND I just received my check, so I decided to go to the bank from my house (roughly a two mile walk) with Bigums McGee because lord knows she could use the exercise. I came home and put on some basketball short and a beater (The new body is looking nice so why not make a few broads salivate when they see the crisp white on my freshly baby oiled skin *hehehe*) then left with the paycheck in my side pocket of my basketball shorts happy as a tree-hugger in the Garden of Eden. We walk the entire two miles talking, joking, and me giving her pep talks so that she doesn’t give up walks the whole way there. I get to the bank aaaaand NO CHECK!
Man I was looking ALLLL over for that check I walked the entire route three times. I mean it even got so bad that on the third time I was looking anybody that walked past with new stuff on. I guess my I figured that the culprit would have left the suburb, went to the hood, cashed my check, and came back wearing something new. Thank god I found my check on the ground during the third search mission. (I immediately started break dancing and celebrating lol) Oh, and thank God no one that I passed was wearing anything new. Could you imagine me walking up to some innocent white person like “HEY! Where you get them Vans from son? Nah you lying let me see you pockets…Run Yo SHIT!” *shaking my head* that would NOT have been a good look for the home team lol.
Side note: I did find out that I could get a round trip ticket to Vegas from NY for a 355.00…from this travel agent friend (ok back to business)
Fraturday:
Friday was full of music making, coke and rum drinking and fun. I think I slept for a total of 3 hours. Oh the draft was NICE! I’m glad that the cowboys know nothing about the art of drafting because MY GIANTS tore the place UP this year (yet again!)
Sunday:
I was told off by this one chick because I didn’t answer the phone when she called me on Friday night… (I was making music did you NOT see the away message?) Apparently, I was supposed to answer so that she could invite me to David and Busters or some mess like that in NY. (uhhh no) So she, along with a few others who I won’t name, messed up a great Sunday. I went to the mall to start on my new wardrobe (I gave the old one to charity too much black and it didn’t reflect my personality) and chill with my peoples plus I saw Harold and Kumar. (WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY better than the white castle one)

Anyways

If You Only Knew:
Karrie b: Did you NOT read her 100th post speech??!?? (I still gotta comment) Plus she dedicated Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 to me. (one of my favorites) Yummy can get it in any and whatever way she wants it bottom line!
Muze: I read a post that she did last week (a dope ass short story) and was inspired to write part of this domestic abuse song that I’ve been stuck on for a while. Maaaan Muze really lives up to her name I tell ya lol
MP I was in Spencers getting a new belt buckle and I saw their hat section (you know the ones where they use word play to make jokes like “I’m a Master Baiter” with the picture of a fish on a hook) where there was this hat that said “golden showers” My dumb ass didn’t think of R Kelly. Instead, I immediately thought about MP talking about pissing in people’s Cherrioes LMAO!

Negro please:
1/3rd of what I used to be: Because she swore up and down that the Giants lost the superbowl (she sent me a text like “how yall have a perfect season and lose in the big game smh”) Now I know that you may not pay attention after the Ravens playoff chances are shot, but that’s just inexcusable. EVERYBODY knows I love the GIANTS and EVERYBODY knows about how WE put an end to the cheating ass Patriots perfect season *shaking my head*

Props:
The above section is gender sensitive so props to Jaybee. Congrats on your new son! (he’s involuntarily adopted a new son at his job. He wants to be juuuuust like his pops *In Lil Wayne’s voice* “I love my daddy” lmaao) For real though his blog is pretty entertaining people check it out. Also props to Yellow Rebel for posting that new Roots ft. Chrisette Michelle and Wale video. I never knew they collaborated. It’s a dope track folks

MUSIC
I posted most of my old mixtape on my music blog so hush about me not letting you hear lol. I’m working on new material. More artistic and less journal like (I’m threw with my moping around phase lol) Also, the equipment is waaaaay better so I wont hate the quality lol. I’m checking out this open mic around my way tomorrow. I hope that its tight.

Work
Nothing new about my job. The bacon egg and cheeses from th caf. Is freaking orgasmic. *looks for a condom* I wonder if any of these fools are lurking on my blog. My action figures stayed in place ever since I doubt it. Oh, and they are trying to butter me up seeing as to how last week was Admin appreciation week. (someone just bought me breakfast) Well, it’ll be back to being a piece of shit in a few days lol.

FUNNIES
I really don’ have any REALLY funny stuff to put right here.
My cousin was at the the movies with me yesterday and leaped for joy at the prospect of having popcorn and I did see a guy punch a moving bus then try and front for his girl like it didn’t hurt when you clearly saw the pain on his face as the bus pulled off with some of his skin attached to it.
Mary got me this mask when she went to Ghana as a souvenir and I use it to scare our puppy at home the shit is hilarious because he gets SOOO scared! Maybe I can scare his ass into to sh*tting outside. Ugh!
Oh... and:

RELATIONSHIPS
Well this is nothing new for most of you but I found a new best friend. There’s no need for details but I officially have a new best friend. I say officially because I would play around with the topic and whatever but I never truly accepted it. I was forced to over the weekend when I was thinking and realized how much she deserved such a title. I guess I’ll get her something to celebrate the occasion. a necklace or something.

IN RECENT NEWS
I'm upset at this entire Sean Bell thing. I'm not going to get into specifics and sound monotonous but I will say this: I wonder what was said or done outside of that club to make the situation escalate and compell the DRUNKEN cops to SHOOT, RELOAD, AND SHOOT AGAIN? ugh at ou justice system...

Is Beyonce pregnant? I don’t care but I keep getting asked this question by others and its getting pretty annoying.

LYRICS
This track is a song form an Ice Cube Album called Death Certificate. Ok. I’m not gonna front. I picked it because of it’s ignorant delievery. It has a message but I was cracking up last week when it popped up on my mp3 player. Enjoy

Dirty Dugout
Your daughter was a nice girl, now shes a slut.A queen treatin niggas just like king tut.Gobbin up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird,Suckin up the lench mob crew, and Im comin third.Used to get straight-as, now shes just skippin class.Oh my, do I love to grip the hips and ass.Only 17, with a lot of practice on black boys jimmys and white boys cactus.Sorry, sorry, sorry, but I gotta be brief:A lotta niggas like bustin nuts in her teeth.Drink it up, drink it up, even though shes catholic,That dont mean shit, cuz shes givin up the ass quick.Quicker than you can say candy, the bitch is on my snicker...and oh man sheCan take on three men built like he-men;Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen.Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang yourPride-and-joy, I mean daddys little angel.Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house,Cuz your daughters known for givin up the nappy dugout.Chorus, 2x: I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,Im gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!Mister, mister, before you make me go,Im here to let you know your little girl is a hoe.Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come the kneepads.I know shes a minor and it is illegal,But the bitch is worse than vanessa del rio.And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on tape, now:Tell the fuckin slut to please hurry up,And wear that dress thats tight on her butt,So I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed,Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead.Face turnin red from grabbin them ankles.Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes.You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her,Boots get knocked from here to czechoslovakia.Two on top, one on the bottom;First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot im.Cuz after I got em it was over. now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover.On daddys little girl.She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel.So tell sheryl to bring her ass home,Cuz the line at my house is gettin loooooooong, and....Chorus(givin up the nappy, givin up the nappy....)