polyphony.

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!