And Let's Not Forget the Elder

Backround information bout my grandma aka MUM
1) My grandmother always been a mover ans shaker (best bartender in Harlem)
2) My grandmother got bread enough to move her dimpled ass out of the hood but she won't
3) My grandmother goes to rehab because she has gout and she keeps falling down around the house and she is obese so she taking sum hard hit
4) My grandmother has never missed one month's rent at her residence

So why are these dirty bird niggas trying to kick my grandmother out of her house? Because apparently you have to be living in your residence 6 months out the year for you to continue to live there....
What kind of asshole threatens a 75 year old woman wid that? Who is your fucking mother....
Prestige Management dont know though that we have like the messiah of Jewish lawyers and he dont lose shit....so lets rumble bitch ass elderly bullying douchebags we ready

Outtie

I'm getting ready to be absent off of blogger,gs poetry, myspace and all of my internet watering holes. I have too much to tend to. Constellation of a Block Star. And the Boombox said,. I got shows in other countries that I'm so not ready for...physically and spiritual wise. Oh and there is the little issue of me finessing my MC game before the summer. And getting out of debt before my first show overseas in March. I need sum time to get my nuts and bolts aligned, you smell me? Like a couple of weeks or months. Don't worry though I'll be back...wid sum new shit...promise....

**DON'T USE CREDIT CARDS**

And in less than 12 hours of my first show

Listened to light of the life of crime like 60 billion times (totally enamored with the live band production)



Ate 3 bowls of Capt. Crunch and lit my ass on fire

Watching But I'm a Cheerleader



Want attention from.....I guess we getting along better (After the Ike and Tina rendition in the Lobby, the foyer and the damn incinerator room. Hey its not domestic abuse if he has a slick Harlem nigga mouth) sorry



Finished my outfit I look original to say the least



You like?




Got to smoke an L

Finish memorizing the verse lol (aint nothing change)

The Beginnings of the the Female MC

Okay I decided I needed to stop the bullshit and just get on my MC. Because I honestly I dont have the soft lyrical sing song voice that is sought in the poetry indiustry. I'm hood. I'm not quite lady like but I can appear to be so. I'm far from dumb I just dont like being a know it all...because you cant so you always frustrating yourselves and others. I am very concious and very militant. But I'm not a militant black person. I'm just militant and I feel like...like...the game is soft.
There are no female MCs. So the game is soft, bias and in most cases hateful toward women. (And before my male readers even start; I know the differeance between ladies and bitches...and I don't shun songs that sing about genuine bitches but there are virtually no songs calling women queens, goddess, mother nothing. I dead ass can't remember a mainstream MC doing a song about his mother in the past 3 years...wow) Where is the lyricism about women as something other than...
Why when Hip Hop Freshman came out this year there were no females on the line up? Not one. Yeah there is Remy but...she on lock. Lauryn done lost her mine...there is something lacking...

Here is what I have notice in my 2 weeks of being a female MC

1) When dudes find out that your rapping they interview you more than a fucking broadcaster

2) Or they don't believe you

3) Or they think you rhyming about dicks and shit

4) When I practice freestyling in the street ppl look at me like I got bugs in my ear

5) My mother thinks that this is phase (I'm sure many people do actually)

but those are just the cons

1) Since I been on my shit I'm bumping into mad men behind the curtain industry type heads (i.e.) a jamaican basment party on the hill I just happen to be walking by

2) Many who are already doing there thing want to take me under there wing

3) For every person who tell me I'm wack 4.3 tell me I'm hot (yeah I'm keeping count)

4) I'm cautious who I let know I'm spittin

5) Realized how much I love music and how fine my ear is picking out notes and other type things

6) The sky is the limit

7) I don't fight the music, the music fight for me

8) I was born to do this and if you tell me I'm lying I think you stupid

9) I don't know know what High Kun means but that's my booth name

10) I'm a backpack goon rapper ya dig?

**High Kun**

Last Random Night of Summer 2k8 (S and G)

If you aint know I'm an E.G. denizen....the only condos in Harlem with crackheads and a pool lol



I guess gentrification makes me look sexy









Silky had like 25 groupies



we love the kids



repping WORDSTOCK...I'm the first lady



ran into my daddy he did a double shift



we had a photoshoot with a crackhead





got sum dutches from Nose (deli man)



vandalized a vending machine



walked on the wild side



got wet



swung on sum poles



waited for assholes

My Cuzo

just has a way with the ladies. But true or no doesnt Low look scared as hell?

Dumb You Down

I would like to give you sum musical backround before you see this fuckery...




now watch how they are literally dumbing us down...

http://www.truthzonetv.com/view_video.php?video_id=507

Mr. Young

Randomly going through my myspace i hit up one of my poetry comrades B Yung. He had a double victory getting selected to be on the Youth Poetry Nationals and the Adult Poetry Nationals (yea he does have skillz). Shorty is the truth. Anyway I asked him to make me a list of venues in Wisconsin and he went above and beyond and said he would make a list for me where ever he go. Thats sweet. But he is also cute thats why he gets his own blog entry...im playing

but check my homey B Yung out at http://www.myspace.com/apoetnamedyung

The universe played a wicked trick on me last night. I'm not a downtown club person but listen. In a downtown club, on the humble, on a thursday night when I'm usually working...stands a motherfucker that looks just like Carlito. I mean this dude had his round ass head, with the wings on his back, short and stocky. I thought he was this dude so much I started looking at his teeth..crowded at the bottom, chipped and gapped at the top just like Carlito. But upon further inspection he had a scar on his face and he looked way younger like my age. But he he could have been dude twin. So I was just standing their starin at this asshole who had the nerve to look like my ex. I was staring at him so hard he actually turned right into my glance.

Then this dude had the audacity to follow me around and kept asking me to dance. I finally said,"Pa, I have been avoiding you all night because you look like sumone I used to deal with. Your face is literally hurting me." "Wow. Thats rough." he smiled and walked away...he kept looking at me the whole time. When he left he came up to me, gave me a hug and said see you around.

I could have cried. More so for the reason because me and carlito never officially broke up. I just stopped answering my phone for like 3 weeks. Then I blocked his number. After I put away the grudge I decided to call him for father's day (he has a daughter) and his phone was off. So I dont know how to feel. Definatlely not heart broken I dont do those. Its just a small voidness in my idle hours that manifest when Im reminded him...

I cant even drink Mo no more this is a sad state of affairs...

cool random weekend

Little boys from the Dipset block (151 b/w amsterdam and broadway) are so funny. I was walking up the road and this little boy ran off the stoop, stopped right in front of me, rub his hands down my thighs and smacked them. Now obviously if this was a grown man I would have been pissed and swinging, but it was so innocent. He probably seen his mother and father doing that. Lol. His mother snatched him away and was laughing hard too but the shit was so random my lil sister wanted to take a pic. We did. And their mother who was like 9 months pregnant was selling nutcrackers so we got the strawberry daquari joints and it turned into a completly funny night. I love Harlem.