polyphony.

ALSO

i'm bout to get some Head.

er...

Hilton Head that is.

the silver lining in the bullshit filled brown cloud that decided to hover over my head for this weekend.

i can't wait.

the temp for tomorrow is supposed to be 64°. that's superbly spiffy, duke. i'm is excited! i hope i don't see any pretty womens, though. my sisters and my mom should be enough beautiful gals for a nigro. i'm bringin my playstation, lots of cds and some clothes... but most importantly, i'll bring something to write with, and something to write on. i feel ripe with the stench of emotion laden text.

gotta wash.

i still gotta get my clothes together. my dad's driving us down, and then returning to philly... which is DOPE. we leave saturday morning, WAY early.

i'm stoked.

wish i could shake the feeling that i've shitted on somebody tho...


peace.

anyway...

a lil verse i did to reflection eternal's fortified live instrumental.

perspective emcees
please line up to the side
i gotta bone to pick with microphoney shit
y'all niggas ride
cuz its distressin', i come in as professor droppin lessons
manifestin over tracks and spit at wacks like watermelon-
seed/bleed brotha see the color aint the same
you NOT fam, so stop rockin my fuckin maiden name
i'll take the blame
for Movin Crowds and Microphone Controllin
hittin pole position spittin writtens til the venue is drippin
in Omens
that signify the beginnin of an era where the mc label's for cats who get dollars and make sense
you nickel and dimin' rhymes while i drop pennies for thought and change minds with lyrics and still im able to pay rent
yes i'm ventin/ rifle thru your pocket lint and /pay attention
craft verses with the blood spilt from niggas in the trenches
i walk tall upon the track, y'all niggas crawl because ya wack
don't know how to act /you get a pen and pad try to rap /but the fact is that you act/and better verses i done shat/
wonder why you'ont get no dap its like the crowd forgot to clap /and then you take it as a diss but really its just criticism
niggas grab the mic and barely string a sentence, got no vision/ -what you spittin besides saliva? and your stage show it ain't no liver/
but as much as you say "hot" the shit shoulda been like lava/
out vesuvius
i'm true to this been bruisin kids and doin this since the fetal position passin thru my mommas uterus
its ludicrous for you to diss when you really fuckin new to this

gimme the crowd I'M movin this.

...just gimme the crowd. I'M movin this.

MOTHERFUCK

yeah. yeah.©talib kweli feat. kendra ross

chose that name because i'm playing the song. on repeat. nuff said.

aight.. continuance from yesterday-

MY MANS IS ON!

Sci Fi got signed to Third Earth Records! is that nuts or what? i always told myself that even though little brother had a deal, the real shit was gonna be when he got on. i'm mad excited for him, and actually had hints of the shit happening a while ago-(lemme tell you, sitting on that info until it was official like a ref with a whistle was HARD, but i did) i guess it was pretty much inevitable.

the cat has skills out the ass.
and plus like, he's ABOUT his music, you know? when your work ethic is on overload, and your produce is on dope-as-fuck, somebody taking notice is simply to be expected. that's mad inspiration for me, yo. he prolly'da asked me to shut the hell up if he could have heard me virtually bust a nut when he showed me the link. it's crazy yo. my peoples is showing me that i can do it. somebody told my shit was inevitable too, and i dunno how ready i am to believe them, but i'm damn sure ready to get shit moving.

infinite congratulations, blessings, and horny groupies to him. lol

my almost certifiable homie.

so like... i know this cat from way back in highschool, met him my senior year. he was a junior then, we shared a political science class, and we used to goof off and shit, make jokes and draw funny pictures of ugly jawns in the class, like a coupla socially challenged nerds.

point is, i guess we kinda found refuge in each other, "coolness" was a future thing, we were still hischool dweebs with mediocre basketball skills. well, by that point, he was. i was a rogue graffitti writer who wore scullies and dickie sets everyday. i could dunk a basketball, but i was a suspect dribbler.

i think i accepted him into my fold because our music tastes were very similar, even though he tried to pit his fave mc against mine. mines was nas. his was busta rhymes. yeah... but that made us tighter you know? the arguments that would ensue once that topic would come up... lol. it was fun tho.. we fed off each other and went thru alot together.

i went on to graduate, didn't see him for a while. he graduated the next year, floundered a bit post school, and then enlisted in the army. went in 6'5, 250lbs, came out 6'6, 215lbs... yeah, if you're wondering, he left early. a general discharge, almost was a dishonorable, i don't remeber the whole story, but he got in trouble with some soldier chick and she ratted him out. he was happy to be home. his estranged dad (who used to beat him as a kid) gets all nice with him, hooks him up with a free crib and covers his education, all the while giving him a $300+ allowance. his dad is some kinda rich so&so. he gets up in that shit, and that's where he starts to lose his grip on reality.

i'm not sure where it exactly happened, but sometime between last year and this year, he started saying some really off the wall shit. thing is, we used to pride ourselves on being level headed and unshakably sane. like some 5% cat came at us with that mathematics and science shit, and the consensus was that, even though we don't agree on our religious beliefs, we BOTH know he's wrong. lol

but like, he's on some brand new shit. i couldn't explain it if i wanted to, and even worse, i don't, but the gist of it is that he believes he's found the true religion... it's like some blend of christianity and malcom xisms(siphoned from the ubiqitous biography), 5%er ship and some free freddy hampton jr./sweet sweetback baaaaadassss someshitoranother. splice that with his own little personal revelations and a half a brick of that hydro ganja and you've got him in a convoluted nutshell. shit. i'ont even know, cuz. it just got real ill real fast.

anyways, he got kicked out of his apt. he's not in school at the moment, and he bounces from friend's house to relative's rest with abandon. he still maintains this true religion shit. i'm open minded, and i try not to shoot foreign shit down, but i mean... i'm also a closet cynic, a beast of a closet cynic. i'm ready to not believe your bullshitting ass, yo. lol. so he calls me up from time to time and gives me the 411 on situation, and then lays it on thick as regards his new discoveries about life and the true religion. it partly bores me to distraction, and partly scares me, like what the fuck is this dude on?!

i hope i haven't lambasted him beyond recognition. that's my nigro for real, and i guess that's why i've spit so much about him without really thinking about it. i could actually go on forever. but, i won't rattle anymore. i'll keep you posted tho.

pretty ladies.

so i'm walking down broad street and i happens across a homie. i used to crush on sis hard, and i dunno if it's actually ever REALLY gone away, but i think i've subconciously accepted that she's just too ill. anyways, i see her and i'm like,"oh yeah! she's bad as shit x's 2!" we speak, yadda ya, etc. and then on the way home i'm like, damn. she looks doper everytime i see her. that's dope as shit.

she's ill yo.

the drums.

soulseek is my NIKKA FOR LIFE. understand?! but yeah, i got on soulseek and downloaded impeach the president, by the honey drippers. i'm slowly learning how to program drums. the shit takes time, and i'm trying hard as hell to be patient with myself. it's actually working, though. i started out on some bridge is over shit, like, early BDP- now i've elevated to the 94 shit jay dee was doing with bizarre (from D12). lemme hit my pete rock stage and i'm getting straight up COMPLACENT. who needs anymore?

the 70% contingency

can wait for another day. my fingers hurt.

nite!

thorough update tomorrow, i promise.

alright.

um... topics to discuss-worth waiting for?

1) my mans is on. it's real now.

2) my used to be best friend who's quietly becoming certifiable. yes, crazy.

3) seeing beautiful ladies every once in a while and realizing after the umpteenth chance path-cross that they actually look more beautiful each time than the time before.
4) i downloaded impeach the president, a popular drum break. i'm currently learning how to arrange each drum sound to come up with a legit beat. i'll discuss my growth from BDP stages to early Jay Dee.

5)the 70% contingency. it's so real.

dudes. it's fucking Real.

okay so i glossed

reading other more in-depth entries has me feeling shitty about the detail i included in the last entry.

so, here's some things that really stuck out in my mind anout the weekend in brooklyn.

i didn't rhyme. that's my claim to fame, aside from my writing, and i kinda didn't do much. i guess i'm mad nervous about performing. this is something that few people know, although, now published, anyone can know.

it's something i'm working on. really. i wish sometimes i was a show off, some sort of exhibitionist, but i'm intrinsically a quiet dude. it's been one of the worst things i've had to suffer through, because when i'm on my lonesome, i'm straight up fucking nasty. ok, that's a bit of an overstatement, but i'm no slouch.

i coulda spit this one mini-verse that floats around in my head all the time- i have that shit on total recall... but i just kinda laid back and shit. this is the second time i've done that in sak geez's presence. paper nice is paper thin, and i'm not just tryna be nice in print. the kid can vocalize with the best of em. i'm not shying away anymore.

*sigh*

so yeah.

anyway, the food was good. the people were mad nice. karas spit and as usual, sickness flowed. pocket size dynamight, kiddies. trust moi.

i was trying to figure out whether the Rayz cat was just showing off for everyone in general, or whether he was focused on a particular set of eyes. he was cool tho, his (to quote rayz himself) "self-indulgent" style wasn't so abrasive when he mentioned pete rock's greatness. he did look like beanie siegel tho. lol

made me want to grab the 6string again and get serious.

i liked alana's voice. soulful. that's ill. she's got this reserved bluesy earthenware vibe to her, but it doesnt come off as pretentious, and that's what the fuck is up.

tab is funny as shit. cool peoples. i have a feeling she's going to make a lotta money someday. just a feeling.

sondra (hope i'm spelling it right) wouldn't sing, and methinks she had some shit to show off. i was the only one NOT harassing her, though, because i felt TOTALLY where she was coming from. lol... she also doesn't want to have kids. she'd rather adopt. i guess that's cool. but i mean, you can't say there is NOTHING to be said for giving birth to a child. *shrug* i didn't argue there, and i won't here. kids are glorious. nuff said.

Dan. that is one ill ass motherfucker. worldlywise as shit. i wish i coulda caught his math before he left, but alas- time had folks moving and forgetting things and it didn't happen. i'm sure i'll run into him again. he's on south st. for god's sake.

April.

she was pretty as i remembered her from HS. she seemed kinda mad all day. she routed at 4:30 am. we busted it up for a few minutes, she said all of about 300 words the whole night, but for some reason, she stuck out in my mind the most.

*shrug*

i hope she made it home ok.

sak mentioned in a jest-ish/"but yo thats mad possible"-ish kinda way that we should get a house up there, a few like minded folk, and real world it. i would *so* do that. in fact, that grouping that was there would make do nicely in an arrangement, i imagine. i dunno. everytime i'm up there, i remember how much i'd like to live there a bit.

we'll see.

anyway- it's late. i'm out.

peas.

::there is no fancy title for this entry because::

quite frankly i'm uninspired as to developing one.

moving on.

i went to brooklyn on saturday, and though nothing particularly AMAZING happened, i thoroughly enjoed myself, and i have good feelings about what could become of the gathering that assembled at my man's humble abode. (actually, his spot wasn't humble, but quite dope. to me. i dunno, but that's some shit i want.)

it began with my late-as-usual ass pushing back the rendezvous with the mighty sakalicious to 3pm, instead of the 2pm time, as we had previously planned. understanding as she always is, she ok'd it and i was on my way. it was kinda raining when i left, but it stopped by the time i reached 15th and Market. i actually arrived somewheres around 3:30pm. fucking loser, right?

i know.

anyway, we connected, and walked around aimlessly for a half an hour, going as far as 18th and Walnut before deciding to retrace our steps and catch the R7 train at... 15th and Market. we picked up some sticky buns on the way and went to go board our train.

(yo, i'm really not feeling the amount of detail i'm including. lol... i'm a lazy fuck and there's mad shit to tell. fuck this.)

train ride(s) were enjoyable, albeit dark. by the time we pulled out of the north philadelphia station, it was too dark to see much of anything thru the windows. so much for the window seat, sak! ha! lol

i'm not sure what time we hit manhattan, but after a pee-pee pit stop, we grabbed our metro cards and boarded the A train, downtown. two trips up there and i know the A pretty well. we actually got on the uptown train, and i felt a bit disoriented, because 1)it just felt like we were going the wrong way and 2)i noticed the over-saturation of hispanic faces. bx, anyone? lol... so we flipped the script and headed to nostrand avenue.

ok. gripe. maybe i'm spoiled as a philadelphian, but how about new york street signs be marked with the directions that the street runs? north/south/east/west- is that too much to ask? i guess cats are supposed to know. lol. *shrug*

we arrived around 8, i suppose.

long story short, it was a collection of good people, by all visible signs, and gene and naomi are excellent hosts. whoever made the spinach lasagna needs to e-mail me with their digits and commission prices. that shit was good. i'm glad i went, even though i was half broke. karas is a good travel partner.

and gene, it was good seeing gene again. memories like a motherfucker, dude. between you and april, i was in a time machine, man.

lol... the fucking florida panthers jersey!!! oh shit!!!

but seriously, innumerable thanks for having me over, and even more for letting me stay the night. y'all some very good peoples.

*sigh*

okay. lol.. how about this shit?

i woke up this morning, apparently out of a dream. i was saying the word eustreptospondylus. it's a dinosaur, and yes, you can call me a nerd for knowing that. in my younger years, i was a dinosaur freak. how much? when jurassic park dropped, i nearly creamed in my pants at the thought of a good dino movie. i was 13.

but i digress.

i said that word, then i came up with a jingle. don't ask me why, or how. i often will wake up saying a poem or verse, or something, sometimes very dope shit. i always make the mistake, though, of never recording the shit for further expounding. i got this shit though. lol

He's Dino Dave, the Dinosaur Guy
He tells us stuff about the beasts, quite possibly lies
We don't know the difference, so we just smile
And say "Thanks Dino Dave, you're a hell of a guy!!"

lol.

i fucking swear. i woke up saying that shit.

lmao!!!

i couldn't believe it as i wrote it down.. i was ridiculously incoherent, but i got it down. it's still funny as shit to me. and a fucking eustreptospondylus!!

btw. i do believe the eustreptospondylus is a large sail backed dinosaur from the jurassic period, a carnivore. check me on that.

i also woke up this morning with a painful wood. i kept thinking, "FUCK. priapism. i talked this bullshit up over the weekend, now they're gonna have to cut!" i thought as many foul thoughts as possible. my many inches finally shrank and, are thankfully still intact.

*whew*

lol!

ok. dinner time.

bbl.

pz.