Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Watched the series finale of LOST on Sunday and was amazed.
Not so much at the finale as a whole (or the series), but at the ending.
Best way to end a series - EVER.
It just made so much sense...and it makes you look at the other side (the afterlife) in a whole different way. Sure, skeptics will hop on the "ohh, they went all Christian and played the died and went to heaven card" boat, but they showed a stained-glass window containing all of these religious symbols, as to say the place they were now had no religion - no class - none of those earthly constraints, conflicts and contradictions matter when it's all over.
The idea that the people in your life will always remain with you even after you are gone was amazing...that was even further extended into something greater by explaining that there was no "then" or "now" in the afterlife. This time-line that we all follow was now irrelevant because we all will die and be united infinitely - no matter what time our death takes place .
People that hadn't even died yet were still able to be there for you because you've always been a part of their lives. They are a part of you just as equally as you are a part of them. People who you loved, fought with, cried and laughed with, and just overall have experienced life with - would be there for you, because they wouldn't be who they are if it wasn't for their experiences with you. To know that a television show could touch upon that and bring that vision into reality was amazing (and therapeutic) to watch.
Of course, the LOST yuppies and fan freaks are all 'up in arms' about it - but I could care less. Why? Probably because I didn't care about the show in the 1st place, but I got the message it had presented at the end. The phrase 'The End' in itself is an open-ended mystery, because who has the power to say when something is truly over? I've been seeing this phrase more and more during these darker times, almost as an early warning to some impending apocalypse or judgment...but I'm not going to get all pessimistic on yall, tho.
Let's just say - this was a nice way to get a glimpse into ourselves and the "real big picture" without getting too Disney on us. They pulled our heartstrings just the way ABC would and did it in a far-less gay fashion then Grey's Anatomy (ugh - cue sappy song montage).
Great job, LOST. Now i just need to watch all the other episodes when I get a week to myself.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Funny, but I've always made my best beats while being deathly sick and snotty.
Also funny, is how this is the prime opportunity for everybody in the world to show up at my house, ready to work on a project or some beats.
Let me get something straight with you folks. I am almost 25 and I still live in the projects with my grandmother. We share a TV (which is in my room) and I don't complain about it because I don't pay rent (or any other bills, for that matter). For more than 4-5 years, my grandmother has been okay with me hopping from job to job (and sometimes not having a job for close to a year) and that's because I help out a lot, I'm dedicated to my music (which she takes seriously when she sees something flourish from it - ie: the Pepsi:Refresh commercial) and I keep things neutral around here. That gravy train is on it's last stop tho, so within the next year - I'm going to have to find a way to support myself - out on my own.
Sooooo, when I have people showing up randomly at my house (that goes for you too, Kesed) - it disturbs the tranquility of my home, resulting in my grandmother being upset, or me being knocked out of my comfort zone. It sucks to be resting in your bed, (in what seemed like a reasonable time to be asleep - 6:50am) in your boxers with your junk rattlin' around, only to be awaken by (not a hot-chick or Publisher's Clearing House saying I won $1,000,000) but the most random of characters. Nah, son. Give me at LEAST 9am to be coherent enough to understand and appreciate your presence. I respect your privacy, I would only hope you do the same.
Charles Hamilton is hitting me up on Facebook saying he's blocks away and I'm ignoring him. Ignorance is bliss. I've pretty much got the world (except for a few people in my close knit of friends) on MUTE. I'm trying to prevent myself from going Super Saiyan 2. Super Saiyan 2 H2 = Complete ASSHOLE, and I don't want to burn any bridges - even though I can't stop playing with the lighter. So, yeah - I've been on my "duck and dodge" shit. Look to the stars to find a Halo. Space is the place and that's where you'll find me.
For all you "starchasers" reading and following my blog in hopes for me to say something about Charles Hamilton - you know what? Fuck it. This is the last time I'll have anything to say on the dude, unless we work together in the future. What can I say that you don't already know? I don't enjoy "airing-out" people I know personally, but I'm getting tired of holding myself back - and that's in all areas of life. Guess I'm finally growing up a bit.
I was watching Illdoctrine's vid "Operation Ignore Charles Hamilton" and I forgot how hilarious yet, insanely on point it was. It's all true (everything from the ridiculous J Dilla claims as well as the thievery of beats on behalf of Black Spade - i remember how crushed I was to hear that "Boy Who Cried Wolf" -my fave CH song - wasn't produced by him, but at least he told me that) and I was well in contact with CH while it all was going down.
I was theoretically in the Demevolist "circle" (lol @ their rumors of me being gay...LOL, sooooo not true - but maybe you should look a bit closer within your group and it's founders), but I never put myself down with that because I'm my own artist. I've always been about that, which is why I only put about 25% of my efforts in producing for other artists. I don't wanna ride the curt-tails of anyone's success; I want to rest in the comfort of knowing I earned everything I have, so this way I'm not subjected to uncomfortably sleeping on the floor of anyone's studio.
Now, don't get it twisted - I'm not ungrateful. Far from it. I'm thankful for all of the positivity that came from being affiliated with Charles Hamilton. CH's blog as well as Dope2Go gave my name a bit of a push - right before the Demev ship took a nose-dive - so I was glad to have been a part of that. We had plenty of chill times in that spooky house in Westchester, (i was convinced that place made me feel like my aura was being drained, until I learned that certain people around you can do that) we smoked maaaaad bud, drank booze and ate pizza until our hearts content. We ran up CH's credit-card something crazy between the cab rides back and forth to the city, but I definitely was no HchO (LOL). We even got into a little bit of beat making up there (the jumping point for Dope2Go) and that was cool. However, one particular incident stood out for me and made me change the way I viewed Charles as a person - forever.
We had to go to the store to pick up a few things, so we left the house - just me and CH, leaving the ladies (he was with Briana at the time) in the house. Mind you, walking to a store in Westchester is like walking to a gas station in Texas, so we had plenty of time to rap about some shit...yet, somehow we both were silent. You know, that uncomfortable silence. In an attempt to break the silence, I said to Charles: "So, what's really going on in the world of Charles Hamilton?"
In which he replies, "Nothing really...I just think it's funny how people have to find something to talk about when no one's talking."
Oh, word? Here I am trying to make an honest attempt in figuring out the state of mind this dude's in (because that's an anomaly in itself - yet somehow I cared enough to want to know) as well as attempting to establish a link with him (because we never really understood each other completely, there was always weirdness there - and it still is at times) and this dude is on his pedestal shit. Okay, cool. You don't have to tell me twice in order for me to get the hint. From then on, I had made a silent vow to myself to always keep Charles at an arm's length.
I knew from then on that I had to do me. Sad, because here I am thinking we're friends - only to find out we're "friendly-associates". I knew dude was a bit conceited, but I chose to ignore that about him. I thought that was part of his "rap-persona", not who he was for real. Maybe that's why I have a bit of a "chip on my shoulder" when it comes to everything he's involved in.
I still find myself curious to know of his endeavors (as any fan of an artist they admire would), but not to the point in which I'm willing to sacrifice my own comfort and image behind it. Even throughout all of his career fiasco's, I always tried to put in a good word on his behalf, as well as extend my advice to him - because that's what I do with everyone. My name is Halo for that very reason: (check the definition - mainly Section B)
A : a circle of light appearing to surround the sun or moon and resulting from refraction or reflection of light by ice particles in the atmosphere.
B : the aura of glory, veneration, or sentiment surrounding an idealized person or thing; an indication of radiant light drawn around the head of a saint.
I've always prided myself in my ability to help others, and I will continue to do so. Whether it's through music, money, advice or whatever - as long as you are genuine in your approach, I'll be willing to help you. I can no longer try and advise Charles, because he is beyond advisement.
Every time I would try and say something meaningful to this kid, it would be like talking to a child - in one ear and out the other. He tunes you out when he feels like you're attacking his character or his beliefs (even more-so when you're right about it), almost as if you were scolding him - when in actuality, you're just trying to help him. It requires a certain level of humility to be able to absorb and accept advisement - a level I don't think he'll ever reach. He's one of those rare individuals who will convince themselves something is the truth (even though it's been proven time and time again to be false) to the point where he believes his opinion is fact and will remain solid and immobile within his opinion.
Charles Hamilton has made a name for himself by being forthright and honest, however that has bit him in the ass on plenty occasions. That's why Briana snuffed him. Only someone close to him can knock some sense into him by humiliating him and putting him in his place, so I commend Briana for "the punch heard round the world". They both were going through some personal shit at the time - so just because a camera is in your face, that doesn't mean something personal becomes the public's business because you are a public figure. Briana was right in what she did, and I called her the minute after I saw the video and told her so. (LOL - I remember laughing with Briana and hearing Charles in the background saying, "Aww - you fucked up for that one, H...") What do you want me to do? It was funny. I'm just glad he didn't hit her back. That woulda ended him right then and there.
Now, this is where things started getting shaky.
I don't know if it was just him really believing himself again or just sheer insanity, but he does the unthinkable and lists J Dilla as his Executive Producer in the album credits for "This Perfect Life". Nope. Wrong move. I can understand if he was being "over-zealous " or trying to honor the spirit of Dilla within his music, but there are plenty of other ways he could have paid homage to Dilla that are feasible (and are a lot less legally conflicting - damn, am I repeating myself?). As quickly as he made his entrance to the industry, he was just as quickly beginning to sink. He never told me himself that Interscope had planned to drop him as an artist, but I knew. The minute I found out "This Perfect Life" was going to be a free download, I knew.
The fans and the haters alike were beginning to connect the dots of his pathological lies and were given an ultimatum: Either rock with Charles during his decent into obscurity, in hopes for an eventual ascension - or just jump off the boat completely. I chose the former over the latter, but I see myself now leaning in the other direction .
Hence, where we are now. Fast-Forward past all of the drama - past him getting jawwed by Briana, past the Dilla fiasco. Now, we're faced with a Charles Hamilton that is picking up the pieces of a broken career and he's having very little help.
I know I can't help him.
I can't even smoke weed with this dude anymore and enjoy myself, because when he gets high he goes on tangents that rival the patterns of a Spirograph. One of his best-friends/associates in the Demev circle, Sha-liek, hit me up on Facebook and spoke about that very issue.
"Yo, Halo - do not smoke with this dude Charles. He gets crazy when he's high - mad spacey and out of it..."
I'm not going to go into further detail about what Sha-leik said within the rest of the conversation, but it did open my eyes to a lot of shit that Charles does. Even my homie Sciryl (the dude who introduced us to each other) advised me not to smoke with this dude. Why should I? I'm only hindering his growth by perpetuating his downfall. He's not only made me feel uncomfortable on more than a few occasions, but he's made other people around me that don't even know him view me in a different way. I was excited to tell people I was working with Charles in the beginning. They'd be like, "Werd? You know Charles Hamilton? That's DOPE!" and now it's more like, "Charles Hamilton? Isn't that the kid who got dropped before his album came out? What's he doing with himself?"
It's bad enough I've had to borderline kick him out of my house because of him passing out on my bed.
It's bad when I see him dip to the bathroom a good 3-4 times in a 2-3hr span of time, not knowing what the hell he's doing in there.
It's bad when you wear out your welcome and don't know when to leave.
It's just overall bad, and I'm doing too good right now to be affected by all of this negativity around me.
So, for now...MUTE.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
How we kill people to show people that killing people is wrong. Yeah, i know it's not unique - but it still grinds my gears.
Anyone who has more than 3 baby mamas/daddies. Apparently, having the first two kids out of wedlock wasn't enough of a reality check.
Drunk people that are so drunk that they don't know they're drunk, so they accuse you of being drunk. WTF?
These f*cking commercials that like to re-do popular songs like it's cool. I just heard the "slightly-less ethnic" version of The Black Eyed Pea's "I Gotta Feeling" for a Sandals resort commercial and threw up a little.
Kidz-Bop. That is all.
When you walk in a store and you're honestly "just browsing" and a nervous and overly-cautious employee asks you "Excuse me, do you need any help?" Yes, asshole. I need help browsing. What is it - the hoody or the black skin that scares you? Cuz you know, I'm definitely plotting to steal that box of Tide.
DJ's that play a GOOD song for the first minute and a half and then cut right to a BAD one. I've seen bad DJ's make a dance floor clear out faster than a crime scene.
When I'm running late somewhere and I've made it on the train on-time - only for it to be making local stops, stopping at red signals and/or out-of-service due to police investigation or a sick passenger. FML.
People who call me once - I don't pick up - then they call back from a blocked/private number. If I knew it was you when you 1st called, what makes you think I'm going to not know it's you 20 seconds later? *idiot*
People who hint around at something expecting you to get what they're hinting at - and when you don't, they get mad about it. WTF? Stop being a little b*tch and say what you want!!
Panhandlers who try and front like they want money for food when it's CLEARLY for drugs. "Anything will do...money, food, clothes..." Bullsh*t. You know you didn't want that sandwich I gave you half as bad as you want that crack. I know Oscar Mayer didn't make your lips that black.
Those "bathroom butlers" who expect you to tip them for turning on a faucet and handing you a tissue. I'm not giving you a dollar for some shit I learned how to do when I was 5.
People who think "reality" shows are actually reality.
"I feel bad for Ray J! He's really looking for love!"
B*tch, he aint lookin' for love! That nigga's lookin' for RATINGS!
People who get mad at me in real-life for not responding to them on a social network (ie: Facebook, Myspace, Twitter...) Since when did we get so sensitive?
Stop and Frisks. Dead ass. Shit is not cool.
That person who is conveniently always around when you light up, but never lights up. You know who you are - stop your bullsh*t.
People who know they're soooo wrong about something, yet they convince themselves that they're right. Your opinion does not outweigh fact. Fact is, you're an ignoramus.
These ol' heads trying to abolish the word nigger. Nigger, please.
When you ditch the whole "lemmie holla at chu, ma" approach and compliment a lady passing by on the street...and she still acts like a stuck-up b*tch. F*ckouttahere...
People who have OD loud-ass ring notifications for receiving texts . If I hear "I Get Crazy" one more time, I'm gonna go crazy.
Having only a dollar for the dutch, and the man at the deli won't let you slide on the quarter. C'mon, Ack...you dead ass gonna dead me on the dutch, tho? Wow...
When you're walking behind a girl with her butt-crack showing and all of a sudden she's pulls down the back of her shirt...F*ckouttahere...(same thing goes with a skirt...that shit gets me soooooo annoyed!)
What really grinds YOUR gears? ;)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
I'm a Flying Lotus fan and I'm real picky about my shit when it comes to him. This being because I see him not only as an artist that shares my train of thought (or at least I'd like to think so) but as competition. He's always been a step ahead of me as far as his musical craftsmanship, so I've always been in admiration of his work.
That being said, when I heard that he was coming out his "2nd" (3rd actually, it's his 2nd on Warp Records) LP "Cosmogramma", I was already stoked. I had already bootlegged "First Friday Funk" (amongst a host of other tunes - kinda miffed that one didn't make the cut for the LP) and bought "Los Angeles" from iTunes, so I was ready for whatever else FlyLo had to throw at me. I actually had grown a little spoiled as a fan and began to fulfill my needs elsewhere within the Brainfeeder camp. I loaded up on Samiyam, Ras G as well as Hudson Mohawke and kind of forgot about FlyLo, until "Cosmogramma" leaked online. I (of course) got duped into that, only to find that wasn't FlyLo's stuff at all - in which I then sighed with relief, because I wasn't impressed much by any of the stuff on there.
I convinced myself that wasn't the final product and made a vow to myself to just cop the retail copy when it dropped. I figured - "Los Angeles" was great, he doesn't disappoint. He deserves the money. It'll be dope.
Needless to say, I wasn't prepared for this.
"Cosmogramma" is a musical opus of what happens when the electronic mind of Aphex Twin, links with the hip-hop soul of J Dilla, flirts with Portishead and has a baby with Radiohead. It is an AMAZING soundtrack for all free-thinkers and emotional activists who long for an escape from the norm. From the intro, right into (arguably my fave track on the CD) "Pickled!" - the energy of an splatter-painter flows freely from track-to-track, allow you a few moments like "MmmHmm (ft. Thundercat)" to catch your breath and actually normalize your ears. Spacey joints like "Satelllliiiiiteee" litter the album and cause the listener to expand it's notion of what music should (and will) sound like in a distant future. Even "...And The World Laughs With You (ft. Thom Yorke)" is a nice nod to those alternalectronica heads. (even though I don't think Thom put much effort into it - he kinda just mumbled on the track)
Overall, the album is as experimental as you could want. With a year like 2010 being filled with alot of re-hashed, over-produced BS filler - it's refreshing to be able to take a break from all of that and dive into a world of unknown sound and merciless exploration. FlyLo has always delivered and continues to do so, setting the bar even higher for those wishing to capitalize on this new movement he's helped to create.
Flying Lotus - Cosmogramma (5 out of 5)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
50 Cent - Aaaah, the puppeteer. I think you've efficiently screwed everyone over to the point that NO ONE wants to fuck with you. I don't know how you got Beans on your side (oh wait, yeah I do - that manipulative device called MONEY) but as you can see - the results you were looking for weren't achieved. Jay is way too far gone to give a fuck about your "jabs". Stop pouting about not being a member of the "billionaires" club, you wouldn't look right on Oprah's couch. Your last album TANKED, your latest mix-tapes are "sub-par" at best. Face it - America is done with 50 cent. You tried to keep up with the times, but never quite got back up after that 1-2 punch from Kayne outselling you. Guess he was a bit more arrogant than you were, and you weren't ready. Luckily for you, the same kind of fans that want Nas back on his "Illmatic" shit, are in your corner - hoping one day you'll leave the flashy and flossy lifestyle, and get back on that "Get Rich Or Die Trying" shit. The problem is, that hunger to get out there does not EXIST any longer. The fuck does this nigga have to be hungry for? He's gonna eat for everyday of his life! My advice is this: Cater to your REAL audience, those hungry street niggas who still think hustlin' is cool. Leave the Beamer, Benz & Bentley shit to Banks.
The Game - Game, beef rap is over and you know it. 50 aint worth it. Jay aint worth it. And you worth less than both of 'em. Better get on the "classy-gangsta" boat with Snoop. Flip some Eric B & Rakim, or The Fat Boys and get PAID.
Kanye West - This nigga Kanye is in the same underground bunker they found Hitler in. Goin' in. Waiting for his day to surface and take the game back over...and if he DOESN'T use Auto-Tune, (the 2nd person I've given this advice to) he will. It's been enough time. Honestly, we forgot about Taylor Swift about as quick as we forgot about Haiti. I would say something about that girl of yours, but she's kinda bangin'. Kinda like a Bald-Headed Eagle with a fatty.
CamRon/Dipset - The battle is over. Cam, you won. Jimmy, you tried. Afraid niggas wasn't "Ballin" wit you for long. 50 played you (like he does everyone he wants to use - him and Jay have that "puppeteer" thing in common) and you were left Praying IV Reign. *ahem* (please excuse that bad pun) Jimmy, you were one of the few that actually hopped on the Auto-Tune bus and didn't use it. Ron Browz & Webstar found you in the ocean of Koch (oops, I mean E1) and threw you that lifesaver. Now the Auto-Tune bus is pulling out of the station and it seems like the sea of flopped artists is growing deeper...will you survive the tide? LOL...
Cam, good hustle. You didn't miss a beat - even though you didn't really get much better, either. At least you didn't get worse. I know you had dues to pay, under-produced indie flicks to film and bitches to fuck - but at least you squeezed some decent rhymes in between all of that. I definitely support you and you efforts, Cam.
Juelz, I need you to keep doin' what you do - but just with less intoxication. You got caught up in the middle, but I'm glad you just chose to do you rather than pick sides. I only have one question in all of this, WTF happened to Skull Gang? Cuz, you know. They suck.
Bow-Wow - Not that you are much of a relevant force in this list, but you need to stop making music dude. It's over. Not only are you pissing me off with your attempts at trying to sell a record (I wouldn't even break up weed on New Jack City II) but your last few efforts belong in the bin right next to Yung Berg. You're not little any more, Omarion is IRRELEVANT - your last album TANKED and you ARE Lil' Mama. Maybe you'll get more shine if you interrupt an awards show performance...
Roscoe Dash - Nigga, you sound like a character from a 1990's Saturday morning cartoon on ABC. How did Spike Lee say it? "Coonery and Buffoonery"? Yeah. All the way turnt OFF.
Soulja Boy - See "Roscoe Dash". Actually, no. I've come a long way from hating you (much like I have with Gucci Mane) so honestly - if this is about having fun and getting money, okay. I get it. I'll admit, your approach bothered me at first - but after seeing the business end of things and how you handled your career, I have no choice but to commend you. I honestly didn't think your career would have any longevity after the success of "Crank Dat", but it seems you've set the standard for all sorts of niggerish dances and catchphrases. You've paved the way for iconic singles like "Your A Jerk", "My Dougie" and "O Let's Do It" (note the BLATANT sarcasm) and who could be mad at that? :|
Charles Hamilton - My nigga, please stop using drugs. Please. I cannot have you wandering into my home at 6:50 am any longer. You are a valuable asset to Rap and your flow is UNIQUE - please find you way (the right way) and get back where you should be. You never followed the format, why start now? You stopped making your beats and started rhyming on this industry-packaged shit, and that was the last straw for me. I've gone from looking forward in earnest to your latest projects and adventures to worrying the hell about you, to now just not giving a fuck. You took away the key to that wild mind of yours - your blog - from the public. Bad move. Now that it's gone (it was your life blood even when you were dying), it's become even more difficult for the ones who care to keep up with you. People now exploit you every chance they get (ie: the whole "LadyDoom" fiasco) hoping these wild antics will thrust you back into the mainstream. They will not. For now, I'm sleepin' on Charles Hamilton. Wake me up when the Charles I know is back.
*ahem* Who first?
Eminem - You've never let me down, and you continue to keep me interested in your work. I'm not one of those fans who's like "Man, fuck 'Em - he'll never be the same" or some d*ck-ridin, bandwagon hopper like "Ohh man! It's so iLL to see Em on a song with Drizzy & Weezy!" Nope. Fuck all that. I respect this nigga for being a man and still doin' what he loves...because he does it WELL. His style is forever versatile, abrasive, unforgiving and direct. I read a news headline about how he recently received an award for the Artist of The Decade...well, Em...you DESERVE it. Much respect.
Lil' Wayne - Hope jail is treating you well. Leave Auto-Tune alone when you get out and I might like you again. Might. Nah. Probably not. I can't forgive you for creating Young Money.
Drake - You know what's funny about you? Your formula WORKS. My nigga, Jimmy Brooks. You figured out the game quick and moved your chess pieces in the right direction. I can't be mad. Now, I just need your lyrics to have more substance. When you are on your "who the f*ck are yall" and "baby, you the best" type of sh*t, I f*cks wit you. When you're "throwin hunneds" and "reppin for your town" (who the f*ck reps Toronto?) is when I jump ship. I won't give you the advice I gave Wayne, because those hooks you drop NEED Auto-Tune.
Gucci Mane - You just got OUTTA jail. Hope you can stay out. I've taken the sniper-rifle beam off of you and aimed it at Waka Flocka Flame. Be grateful. I ain't mad at you man, get your money. Just as long as you know you are an ENTERTAINER and not an Hip-Hop artist. Art actually requires CREATIVITY.
Nicki Minaj - OMG, where do I start? First of all, you don't really talk like that - so stop frontin'. Overall, stop frontin'. You are about as fake as the rhymes you write, and I'm well aware that fake is what sells - so keep on sellin' out. I had a shred of respect for you when I had first saw your B.I.G. freestyles on YouTube years ago, but I lost it the minute I heard "I Get Crazy". This isn't about the fact that you give chickenheads an excuse to be themselves, but it's more of an attack on your image. The fact that the public buys into the facade that is you, bothers me. It gets under my skin. Your annoying voice and horrible lyrics are easy to avoid, just turn it off. It's your face that I can't stand to see. I even caught myself feeling a shred of compassion towards you while reading your article in XXL, only to realize it was me being sympathetic over the fact that you'll never be able to be yourself. I can only hope that those album sales, quest appearances and royalty checks are enough to fill the hole in your soul.
Solar - You're a fucking goon. You know this. A dirty, soul-sucking, bitch-made goon who chose to profit off of your "friend"s demise. Fuck you, Solar. I love Gangstarr. I love Hip-Hop. Guru and Gangstarr are Hip-Hop. You are not. Stop trying to muscle your way in by not paying your dues and remixing Guru's LP's with your GARBAGE production. You disgust me. I would go into further detail of all the grimy and unorthodox shit you've done over the time you've known Guru until now, but I'm not even going to feed into that. You'll reap what you've sown...and like most real niggas, don't let me catch you in the streets on I'm mappin' you. Yeah. We still MAP bitch-ass niggas out here. R.I.P Guru.
Jay Electronica - PLEASE keep doing what you do. You're one of the few left who I can honestly say is actually paving the way for REAL hip-hop and change within this genre. You speak truth and have dealt with the hardships of humanity enough to know how to convey that pain into poetry, so I will continue to be fan of your work. PLEASE don't hop on the bandwagon with the rest of these faggots.
Fabolous - My homie says you're the best in the game right now...ehh, I beg to differ. My homie also likes Joe Budden, so I guess that's not really saying alot. Anyway, Fab - your wordplay has always been on point. I've enjoyed your flow since the "Holla Back" days and your swag has increased sevenfold over the years. Keep doing what you do, and don't associated with the lames *ahem* ya boy PLIES!! *ahem ahem*
Young Jeezy - You are my dude and I've held you down for a minute. Trap star, mixtape murderer, overall great artist. Don't follow Gucci. Let him do him. You still got this. Niggas BELIEVE in you and that's all that matters. You're the best thing to come out of ATL, since OutKast...LOL, oh yeah - and B.O.B.
Kid CuDi - WTF happened to you fam? You just like...vanished from Hip-Hop or something. Guess we couldn't top "Day N Nite", hmm? Get at me. We should talk. You know, when your done acting or whatever.
Nas - My nigga, you shoulda NEVER put your dick in Kelis. Now she RAPIN' you for that paper. Untitled didn't sell that much...where is this magical "child-support" coming from? LOL - You need to holla at Jay and do a couple tour runs with that nigga...but I know how that dude feels about people outshining him, so I doubt that'll happen. Best of luck with that project with Damien Marley. I still have faith in you.
Jay-Z - Okay, before I go in - fuck all that "Jay-Z Deception" shit. They like to confuse you too. I already know your a freemason and you sold your soul to the devil for riches. I know this. You do stupid shit like letting your b*tch walk around with a Baphomet ring and throw Illuminati symbols in your videos and clothing...how long did you think we'd be blind to this shit? I for one am not an idiot so don't assume I am, and in all actuality - I never really liked you anyway. I like a few of your joints, not gonna lie, but something always felt off about liking you. Now the more I hear you, the less i like you. It doesn't help that you've made that succubus Rihanna, your siren of the occult. I can hear the subliminal messages in the songs you make, but my ear was always keen to such nonsense. I will continue to educate others so that they too may hear the screams amongst the singing.
I'm not done. I'll post Part II when I have another free moment.
Well, as usual - I'll try to recap the last few months of my life in a few measly paragraphs. The most major thing would be the rift in my relationship with my girl. I got into a "fight" (for lack of better words) with her moms, and that was that really. Her mom's is still not over it and won't mention my name ever again. Whatevs. I'm moving on with my life.
I produced a beat a for a Pepsi: Refresh commercial and also rhymed on the track with the Urban Word artists who were in the commercial as well. It ran for a nice while. It seems as if that gravy train has arrived at it's last stop though, so I'm onto the next hustle. Been trying to shop my music to people up here, but alot of my new sh*t goes right over their heads - so now my focus is to make it to LA, meet up with Flying Lotus and the Brainfeeder gang and let them hear my stuff, personally.
There are days when I walk the streets with a purple afro wig on. Why not. We live in 2010 and people still act like it's fucking 1985. Purple hair is not WEIRD, you just fear what you don't understand. I literally had to hold myself back from fucking up these homo-thugs on the block trying to call ME gay for walking in NYC with a purple wig on. I kept it moving tho, only because I can no longer afford to waste my energy trying to change the mindset of those that don't want to be changed. Either transcend this reality mentally and adapt like the chameleon or dick-ride with the times. Either way, judgment is no one's right. We are all ourselves and should accept who we are by setting unique standards of individualism, rather than attempting to duplicate the style of others.
BTW. Life is GREAT. Couldn't be better.
Sure, I could be in LA right now, in my own crib, touring the nation playing my music for everyone like I've always dreamed of...but I'm alive and happy, right?
To me, that's all that matters.