polyphony.

*cues up jay-z's reasonable doubt*

man.
this album is so dope, and jay can drop all the blueprint 'classics' he wants, he'll never eclipse this.
at least, to date he hasn't. rhymes were on point. every beat was sick. his freshness as regards being a solo artist kept him honest. cats had sht to prove.

i got shit to prove.

in life in general. i mean.
fuck music, if the needle doesn't drop, i still gotta make sounds somewhere.
i refuse to fade out, man.

anyway. i'm goin to a job fair tomorrow.
i absolutely loathe job fairs, but i'll do what i gotta. if it gets me a suitable gig, it's worth the grind. got bills to pay.
i got a letter in the mail that says i can do away with a dreadfully overdue cell bill if i pay half the owed amount.
gonna do that.

yo these dead prez motherfuckers. lol
i mean. they've got vision obviously, and i guess their thrust is commendable. noble even.
but i mean-
fighting fire with fire is only a worthwhile expenditure of energy if you've got substantial fire.
they got a track talking about riding thru the south bronx shooting cops.
nigga what the fuck, you think that did shit?

i can see their mentality getting cats riled up enough to do some acutely dramatic shit, get something radical popping on a small scale, get apprehended and fade out like martyrs.

martyrs that haven't done shit.

i have no answers, but i got a good eye for cats setting themselves up for failure.
*shrug*

whatever though. they sounded like herbs on wendy williams, fucking with the public's head or not.

gotta get to bed.
pz.