Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sitting at a Bar Stool

At a bikini bar at 2 in the afternoon...I cant wait to be famous stillettos and charlie horses hardly go together...smh

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

How I Got in Tune with My Star Player

And truth be told my swag is Star Player. But upon seein "It's Pimpin Pimpin" Like lightbulbs went off in my head and I seen my name in mad bright lights.No lie its no secret to my friends and loved ones that I carry myself with a certain granduer and tell people more than often that I'm almost famous.
I honestly believe it though.And I let sum lame niggas try to bench my star player because they was never in the game let alone the court.
So last night mid coitus wid a NBA-esque block star I just happened to mentally evaluate my star player.
I then knew without a shadow of a doubt what encompasses a star player. The quintessential attributes I should say.
A star player is the shit to himself first foremost and always. A swagtastic vibrant cocky humble individual. Always fly eyes occasionally low. Stuntin with a new draft pick keeps a franchise player on the low. YES. Swag on star player. They cant play where you go. Mere bitch niggas Tryin to bask in your glow.

U know I was feeling sumthing like that lol thanx Katt.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Block Star Records

Yeah Ima start blogging my process of making a small studio in the spare bedroom of my brib. Reasons being I just need my own shit. Everybody who let me rock for free is blowing up or already on it so they dont be in town like they used to. And I feel I would be saving money with my own studio as opposed to paying for beats and studio time with others. So yeah stay tuned for the next hoodcast. Passport situation saorting itself out


Saturday, February 07, 2009

sigh of relief

I really couldn't do the starving artist thing. I'm just saying its good when you dont have to choose between groceries or shoes. lol. Ima be aight

Friday, February 06, 2009

Mr. Hamilton

Remember when we used to wander up Lenox ave and I used to tell niggas listen for Charles Hamilton? I just wanted to let you know all them niggas that was telling me you was wack and thought you was gay last year is on your dick this year. Hard. Your the reason why I rap. You may already know this. I just felt it bared repeating lol

Congratulations Mr. Hamilton you did everything you said you would

Monday, February 02, 2009

When Princes Go Home

My homeboy died last night. I don't know what else to say. Maybe later

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Lisa Lampanelli should kill herself

Okay as I'm typing this I'm watching Lisa Lampanelli's HBO special and she is making one too many references about the black race particularly men including;

*I love that Oback Barama as the president he's black enuf too excite me but white enuf to show up on time and get the job done

*Why does she [Sarah Palin] have so many children...the whore,is she black?"

*"Is this your girfriend or your owner?"

"I can be in the black version 'Chicken Grease' "

"Everyone knows niggers smell better than farts"

Now naturally I'm very understanding of free speech but god damn. Just because something is funny doesn't mean it's not racist. Even when Paul Mooney or Chris Rock goes in on White folks he is tasteful. This bitch is raunchy, dumb, a bird basically. I'm not even going to say anything too brazy....I'm tight tho
And you are asking yourself right now why I'm even looking at this aren't you? Fess up. The answer is that I'm looking at these professional looking Black folk in the audience feigning laughter and looking uneasy instead of having balls and walking out. Cuz a bitch like me would have thrown a Coach shoe at the heifer and ventured on the stage to get my footwear back. But thats just me and I'm just saying.