Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Industry of Cool


Random thought: Are all these performers that are popping up everywhere genuinely unique or are they just feigning individuality? Note: I love sum of the new artists out, sum I know in person. But they are genuinely into their craft then there are these
little tenny boppper "bright myspace having" internet type stars that really draw attraction from the art. Its not,"Yo shorty had bars" its "Look at shorty jacket". Don't get me wrong I know that an essential rule of the "urban ent. world" is too always be fresh and clean (and I adhere to these rules with a tool kit) but there was a subtle nuance to it in generations past...its like an all day fashion show. And not for nothing but I would feel mildly insulted if an artist tried to win me over with bright jackets and sneakers. Now if the artists is genuinely talented he or she can wear whatever the fuck they want as long as they have pure intent. Perfect Example: Andre 3000 (the first rapper I wanted to marry, is that a Pisces thing? Ima ask Erykah one day).
So the questions remains, where is the pure music and talent in the Industry of Cool?

Saturday, January 17, 2009

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**

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Training Camp



Those guys I did the song with...went with them to Training Camp @ Club Pyramid. I was part of the entourage,looking as sexy as I wanted to be. And I can take constructive criticism. But I felt like they was trying to come at my head and use me for my sexual prowess. My best friend's ex the CEO (Red Tape), and my ex is one of the rappers (Sin Blood). He the one in the white and black. And my phone never takes pictures at the right time.

So yeah. Sin and Tape actually give me encouragement. They tell me to work hard and have patience,stop being so eager. And they told me how I need to conduct myself in public. I liked that. They told me I sucked without telling me I sucked.

Them out of the way, just wanted to say I can't respect a nigga that tells me I got to suck and fuck the whole crew to get down....the 2 unnamed niggas. I don't do that. As sexually charged as I act and dress I'm not a ho, I'm not trading favors. I don't want to be Lil Kim or Foxy Brown. If my poetry is nasty. My bars have no choice but to get nasty. Cuz I feel like poetry is rap without the hook and the beat.

I know I ain't nice as Hov...yet. But I feel like I'm nice in my development. I just need to work on my delivery and my flow. I be aight. I don't know I guess they (un named assholes) thought by telling me I was trash I would be so upset and hungry to be on the team I would drop to the floor and suck their just forming dicks.

I ain't a booth rat bird. And just because they think that I should be I have to be the nicest.I have to be nicer. I have to be nicer. I must be the best. Number 1 because if you a female you got to work 500% harder....I won't lose...definitely not to them

You know what I hate?

He said,"Why don't you stick with poetry?"


"Because I'm a rapper."

"You lie to yourself too much"

"If you think so"

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Apparently....

You can't leave the country if your in debt...that kinda puts a damper on my plans

Talking to Mr. Tibby While I'm Drunk



The Habibis (Deli Owners) gave me a cat

I kicked him out because he pissed on my $200 Betsey Johnson Angora sweater

When I came back the next day

This nigga was waiting for me in the hallway

Next to the security guard

CAUGHT!

Took him back upstairs with me

It was cold outside

Who wants to adopt a cat?

I dead ass might not be able to keep him

:(

Friday, January 02, 2009

New News



Music brings people together in so many ways. Case in point I haven't talk to my ex boyfriend/ex fiance/ex fuck buddy (yes all one person) in like a month. All because my "best friend" wanted to get involved in my personal life. But anyway I happened to be featured on a track he was supposed to be on. I recorded it yesterday. He has been telling me "good work" since this morning (New Year's Day). Oh did I mention I was playin the part of a sexaholic? I was moaning throwing in sum choice phrases like...you gotta wait to hear the song. I actually did rap but because of time constrâints niggas cut 8 of my 16 bars. Why did that feel so good with him teaching me how to deliver? Why did he have be one mixing it down? Why it felt like old times? Why I love this little nigga so much? It felt good to come together about music besides the old why you fucking this wack bitch, why niggas in our business, beating each other senseless in the lobby and various different schemes we cook up together. All that smiling, directing, praising that shit was tight. I know its gonna be good this year

Then I went to pops house














Wednesday, December 31, 2008

My Definition of a Faggot

Any man who hits a female. I got into a fight with a derelic AIDS patient (no seriously) who wants to infect every chick in the 10 block radius of 145 and 7th. No blood was shed. Got some good hits in with a Ketchup bottle. Got lit up by Murda. Sexy joint out of 3 building. And the OGs getting in that ass tommorow. With industrial rubber gloves of course. Happy Fucking New Year's by the way

Friday, December 26, 2008

About Xmas

I miss my grandmother....that's it

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

2k9 @ a Glance

January - Paris and Montpilar
Febuary - Chicago and (U.K.?)
March - Berlin
April - Amsterdam
May - California
June - Honduras

Plus invites to go to Tokyo, Sydney and Brazil.
I don't do any travelling
So if yo know any hot spots I should know about
please shot a holla

Sunday, December 14, 2008

R.I.P. to the Starving Artist


To be honest I like stripping. That's my shit. I like being on stage and entertaining and making people happy, so to speak. I quit and stayed jobless for like 3 months because I let certain parties guilt me into not wanting to do it anymore. And I'm not going to lie. I was starving in the streets. I went without a lot of necessities and forget about shit that I really wanted. And the types of things I like to do require mozarella. And I don't do nine to fives...was never really my style. Don't call me lazy...I prefer non conformist. I'm not a 9 to 5 person more like 10 to 2. Can't really take orders gotta do my own thing. If I wasn't stripping I would probably work at Barnes and Nobles. The literature would be worth being ranked an underling.

In any event this bit of the blog is dedicated to the haters

7 People Who Have a Worst Job than Being a Stripper

1) A doctor that administers vaccinations w/ known side effects to babies
2) A policeman who arrests 16 year olds for loitering and send them to bookings
3) The judge who sends a non violent drug dealer to serve his time with rapists and
murderers, in turn teaching that man how to be violent and/or a killer
4) A teacher that feeds our babies propaganda bullshit in the public school system
5) CPS that doesn't do their job or wants to fuck with a family just cause....
I'm not even going to go there
6) The people who own BET for telling us we aint nothing but swingin chains, ass and
gangsta rap
7) The "pass the bucket" minister who uses your donations to keep his plethora of
rainbow colored gators maintained...

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Santa Bet Not Fuck It Up List









Pink 9 inch laptop by Acer
Blackberry Storm
Ipod Touch
Gucci Duffle Bag or 2
Canon Rebel XS
Of course my pretty Black Pussy

Monday, December 01, 2008

Last Week was intresting

Went to see my grandmother she is still in Rehab for her leg
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Realized my mother can't cook and if my grandmother dies I'm losing mor weight than I have in the past 9 months....please come home nana


Met Tek for the first. He was the guy who did the beat to the song I was featured on wid $b
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He says I need to work on my stage presence lol he heard about my fuck up ;)

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Forgot my father's birthday but he still loves me

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My little cousin told his kpmrades that I kicked him out for sum nigga now I'm the bad cousin

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I honestly dont give a fuck

I hate having a dusthead for a step father because he does things like this

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this picture is actually from my room ;(



After Me, Tersit and Low sat on it there is now a new head to the Gia circle

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Welcome Juicy Jameson

I was in Queens and I thought about that nigga

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I used to dance in the club he got shot in front of, know girls that seen the whole thing go down

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I miss him so much

o-do n-ye-rah-a fee kwan

that means "Love does not get lost on its way home"

"Love Lights Its Own Path, it never gets lost on its way home."

Come bak

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A Love Note I Guess

I had this song in my Ipod I don't know how it got on there...

Then my friend Atum had sent me sum lyrics he said reminded him of me

It happened to be the same song

When you get a chance download and listen real trill shit





(Lyrics to Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix)

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing






***I WILL. AS FAR AS MY ARMS WILL CARRY ME!!!**

Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Love Life...lol yeah right

Okay so I have 2 dudes that I deal with mainly

Flow 1: 36, Queens, Known him for a year, sugar daddy, in the street type of nigga, quiet, 1 child, got me pregnant, no type of emotion (he reminds me of Dexter), never had an argument

Flow 2: 19, Harlem, officially met in August, but he had been seeing me in the hood for years, spoiled brat turned bad, swagtastic, man whore, vane, Jamaican, stroke game is crazy, we b Ike and Tina

Flow 1's problem is that he don't know if he want to fuck with me on the long term or short term. Flow 2 feels a certain type of way because I'm a little older than him, and he cant get away with the shit that he does to young chicks as opposed to me. Flow 1 dissapears weeks on end. Flow 2 pops up with miscellaneous bitches to spite me when I piss him off (we both live in the same building)
You know what? It don't even matter. I'm cutting both of them off. Flow 2 I been avoiding because I know how he move. So I can duck him forever unless he come to my door...Flow 1 kinda adheres himself to me. Calls me from different numbers trying to catch me up. Think I might just change my number...

Here goes the Why's

Why I always get these rough around the edges, chase their own death type niggas...why?...why cant I just get a rough neck that want to come home at night....Actually Sin was that...but anyway he fucked himself

Apparently he told my so called best friend the real reason why he "dealt" with me and it was a purely sexual thing....but thats a lie. He felt a certain type of way because she pressed him and he told her some dumb shit....

Why did this chick make an ultimatum regarding my relationship without telling me?
Why ask the nigga, "Is you trying to fuck with Kiya or not because....."?
Why is that her business?

I dead ass felt like she took away my choice.
Then I blacked on him later that day...for something unrelated but the way I came across I think he knew why.

Why tell that girl that?


My head hurts and I'm horny....

Thursday, November 27, 2008

From Malcolm X Blvd to Home of Malcolm X


Poetry really does take you new and interesting places. Well new places. So for instance me being from Harlem I don't know nothing about Omaha Nebraska. Oh I'm lying it's the place Malcolm X was born and it was one of the main settings in the movie Belly. Lol. Besides that all I know of Nebraska is fields and shit. This poetry head hit me and asked if I wanted to do a poetry festival. I was excited. I like to keep my mind open. I like the country anyway. It's quiet. Peaceful. All things I need right now. Besides I like wandering in other peoples hoods. Makes me feel invincible. Too bad the festival is Summer 2k9. Fuck it something to look forward to





Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Peaches and Cream from Georgia to Paris



I'm going to the land of Riley (great grandmother's maiden name); Georgia. I'm staying with a friend in Atlanta. Really hope I get to go to Savannah. You already know I'm hitting all the poetry venues. 7 days and nights of shopping, eating, poetry and debauchery. A vacation coming at such a perfect time. New York iz driving me crazy!!! Its too much of everything I used to do before its boring. I love Harlem til the day I die though. The bodegas, 99 cent stores, EG, Dun's House, The Polo Grounds but I'm demanding a change of scenery.

I'm going to Paris in January but I need some travel aids before I go...
1) New laptop
2) USB cord for my camara
3) Massively obscene sneakers and jackets
4) "How to Speak French for Dummies"
5) Ipod
6) BlackBerry

I just want to update on old gadgets

I don't know what to expect in Paris...