Papoose to Take Over DJ Kay Slay’s ‘The Drama Hour’ On Hot 97

DJ Kay Slay’s protege Papoose will be taking over Kay Slay’s famous Hot 97 radio show “The Drama Hour” as well as Streetsweeper Radio at Shade45 and Sirius Radio. Hot 97 announced the radio show will memorialize the beloved DJ, renaming the show “DJ Kay Slay’s Drama Hour.” 
— Read on rockthebells.com/articles/papoose-dj-kay-slay-hot-97-the-drama-hour/

🗣 Hey Alexa, play “Filthy America” by The Lox

Remember how the FDA let American drug companies saturated the country with 76 billion oxycodone and hydrocodone pain pills just from 2006 through 2014. There were 43,247,080 prescription pain pills, enough for 179 pills per person per year, supplied to Mingo County, W.Va. ALONE!!!

No, I need you to go back, read that again and take those numbers in.
Your government caused that epidemic and then tried to end it gracefully but when they shut down “Doctor Shopping” with their program, they made it even worse.
Here’s just one example.
Remember Wendy?
In February through May of ‘05, Wendy Grant obtained pills from 28 doctors and 22 pharmacies. A 41 year old woman with almost 250 charges. She received about 6 thousand pills in 4 months. You do the math. 6000 x $30 a pill. Wendy set her self up for life. Literally.

About 2 million people in the United States are addicted to pharmaceutical opiates, and half a million to heroin. Opioids are now more fatal than car crashes and gun violence. You don’t hear about that though. And if you do it’s usually too late.

Here are some basic reasons that so few people receive treatment. Besides your government not caring enough about lives as they do money, more than 30 million people live in counties without a licensed provider of buprenorphine. The daily process of receiving methadone maintenance treatment at a specialized clinic is incredibly time consuming for most.

And… it’s expensive.

In addition to the limits on Medicaid funding, opioid treatment providers can decide whether or not to accept private insurance. Many decide against it, or contract with just one or two providers, because methadone treatment is difficult to translate into insurance billing terms.

Every state provides coverage for buprenorphine/naloxone (naloxone is an additive that prevents abuse of the drug), but patients often have to find cash for treatment regardless of whether the medication itself is covered. The National Institute on Drug Abuse estimates that the per patient cost of methadone for providers is $4,900 yearly, but for profit opioid treatment programs get to decide what they charge their patients. Yup. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, best believe they’re in on it.

The actual cost to patients varies by clinic. Methadone patients reported rates that ranged from $400 per month to $300 per week. Buprenorphine patients reported clinic costs between $150 and $300 per month, with medication costs broaching the thousands for those without insurance.
But it’s not because of a lack of supply. Nope. There’s actually plenty of naloxone out there. Instead, the dangerous shortage of naloxone is all about soaring prices. Naltrexone is an opioid receptor antagonist used primarily in the management of dependence and opioid dependence. The Global Naltrexone market is valued at USD 20 million in 2019. The market size will reach USD 21 million by the end of 2026.

How so?
THEY let the drugs in.
But only the drugs they can seriously profit from. Street drugs are confiscated by law, then go where?
Right back on the street where they just doubled up on you real quick.

Monoclonal antibody drugs are treatments that enlist your body’s germ-fighting immune system against diseases, including cancer. Monoclonal antibodies (MABs) which trigger the immune system to fight back.
Legit, attack & kill.
MABs work as an immunotherapy in different ways. Some MABs work in more than one way. Either way, an injected monoclonal antibody seeks out cancer cell proteins. The monoclonal antibody bind to the proteins and the antibodies signal to immune cells. The immune cells arrive and punch holes in the cancer cell.
The cancer cell dies. Dead.

If they cured cancer, they’d lose control.
I’m just saying.
As a person who was about to get my MAB treatment today, I was confused. But I felt God had me. I was truly pressing my Dad who didn’t want it to go. His MS & Covid are really bad though. My MS & Covid aren’t at all like his.
Personally, I was getting it regardless but if he got it because I made him and something happened to him because of it. Jesus Christ, how would I live with myself. It was legit making my heart so hard in my chest. That is a cross I couldn’t carry and God had me. He said I got this. Carry on my child.

So I did. That’s why you’re reading this.

“Without a shred of clinical data to support this action, Biden has forced trained medical professionals to choose between treating their patients or breaking the law,” said the greatest Governor there ever was. “This indefensible edict takes treatment out of the hands of medical professionals and will cost some Americans their lives.”

Preach!!!!

Monoclonal antibodies are more expensive to manufacture than small molecules due to the complex processes involved and the general size of the molecules, all in addition to the enormous research and development costs involved in bringing a new chemical entity to patients.
A cost they decide. They are priced to enable manufacturers to recoup the typically large investment costs, and where there are no price controls, such as the United States, prices can be higher if they provide great value.
You feel me ?
Profit.
There’s no other way to put it.
You could be saving one life or you could be saving 10 lives for the same price.

In the meantime, y’all should go focus on this War that we’re about to be in.
8500 lives and their families are worth a prayer right now.

This is America.
Don’t catch you slipping now.

👟🛹 Petition to reconstruct the Ben Soto Skatepark (Midland Beach, Staten Island) to a modern concrete park!

As many of the local Skateboarders in Staten Island know the Ben Soto Skatepark is the worst rated park in NYC…
— Read on www.thepetitionsite.com/293/362/316/petition-to-reconstruct-the-ben-soto-skatepark-midland-beach-staten-island-to-a-modern-concrete-park/

✍🏽HUMAN CANVAS CONFESSIONS…

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CUsfUzMjYKt/?utm_medium=copy_link

I need to get this off my chest. Please know I am not saying this to hurt anyone but speaking from self and my own personal experiences only.

“She might be the one thing that causes me to go home”

Do y’all know how many times I let that replay in my head and the affect I let it have on me. You think you know but you have no idea. None of you do and there’s MORE THAN million of y’all whose comments have destroyed me. But for every 1000 there’s one that brings me back down to earth and knowing the truth kept me going. To those MFs, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

The rest of y’all are pathetic. I’m glad y’all had something to laugh at. You know how long it took to me heal from this? REALity tv isn’t real and people are too naïve. Y’all comments can truly hurt and destroy a person. I’m very thankful I grew up in the time that I did. Social media was non existent. Not so much now but back then, I was destroyed from this. Y’all know I had 4 tattoos under what he (JM) did. They didn’t show you the pictures of those though. You didn’t see my face the moment I found out what was suppose to be show about me healing safe and not being scared of more bad ink disasters, in less then an hour, turned into a contest where someone can lose a lot of money because of how my tattoo turns out.

This man was nice. Talented. He had a baby coming I believe. Following his passion and loving life. He was cool AF but in no way did he know how these people spent months prior making me so comfortable. So safe. My scars underneath told a story, one I finally felt safe would no longer bother me because I trusted the people who spoke to me like they cared. Ha! The “Overdramatic” person you see was “overdramatized” for ratings and dead ass sweating in a church in Newark for hours hot as hell outside and no AC. Old old church. Left with people who all had stories because I know, but stronger when it came to pain tolerance.

it was one bomb after another in such a short time. So if you couldn’t and didn’t understand my actions, it’s because you believe what you see. I can’t be mad at that.

I was scared, nervous and worrying about everything. No longer comfortable like every interview, meeting and doctors appointment has made me feel prior to this day I was completely looking towards. JM Original idea was everything I wanted. You took that from me. Plus. I’m a hard-core music geek and I met Dave 10 mins before you sprung this is a timed contest.

After letting me sit there half the day sweating my pre-micro bladed eyebrows off lol I was in the presence of someone I looked up to like girls today look at Beyoncé. Dave is so down to earth and when I was in more pain at the end then I could take, he suggested I move. So I did too. After trying for so long not to move cause these lines had to be thick and straight for this to work, in tears, scared to move, worried will he start to mess up if we run out of time. All of it was to much. I was way more uncomfortable then anything I’d ever felt I’d be walking away from you feeling.

Then the feeling came over me.

NOW. I had to poop. That was the cherry on top. When Y’all wouldn’t even let me go to the bathroom without the mic pack on, I was done. You think I’ma risk a fart at that point. You lost my trust.

FOH I left. I walked away and Went to my car and farted. I just wanted to call my man and check up on my son.

Poop and put some water on my face. After all y’all did to me, you couldn’t let me do that.

You made one of the most traumatizing moments in my life, the intro to every episode of my season. Week after week I wanted to die. Never would I have signed up for this if you had been honest. That’s not what reality tv is though.

So I walked away, guns blazing cursing on national television that was later syndicated and put on every streaming app. 11 seasons later I am okay to say I was abused for this for many years and broke down because it hurt to give you the real me and walk away like I did.

In 2009 and 2010 y’all got the real me with a horrible plot and then pushed in many ways for the people to comment on what they think they’re actually seeing. It wasn’t real by any means.

Ironically fresh meat but not really. Y’all took a moment that I would’ve done quietly with no cameras in my face, no time limit and no one making a profit off all the scars underneath those wings.

After I walked away, middle fingers up screaming F••k into the car, one of the nicest men I ever met, came and apologized to me. Apologized for all of the nonsense I’d dealt with in 48 hours and talked to me like I mattered again. Like the months prior to this, was nothing at all like it was suppose to be. I still needed to film an exit interview.

Y’all ain’t see that though.

Y’all see the last of me walking away, screaming fuck like I did cause the crew wouldn’t get out of my face with those camera. Not even for a second to fart. Lol they chased me like I was causing a scene and caused the scene.

I figured there’s no way they’d use any footage if I farted before I got to the car especially if I’m saying fuck on repeat .

I played myself thinking something as personal, permanent and precious to me deserved to be shared with y’all.

Then how JM and i were pitted against one another was why I wouldn’t come back. I know for a fact it was intentional because I know those artist weren’t told things we canvases were.

That’s why the only person I’d talk to after this was Dave so I went on dark matter after it aired, I don’t think I said I had to poop on the radio but Dave knew my truth then and always had my back. People would sometimes ask, why is he hosting a tattoo show?

Cause he has them and he’s one of the most compassionate people I’ve met.

Chris and Oliver as well. Y’all aired them suggesting I be allowed to do what I was at one point begging for because it hurt to sit how I was and have that mic pack on like I did. The shirt I had on didn’t allow for it to be worn any other way.

Y’all knew what you were and still do posting these clips.

Somebody doesn’t always have to be the bad guy for something to be good.

I know you used me to make sales on tattoo contest show in q time were tattoo shows were coming out religiously.

It’s whatever and I don’t know why I even care to react like this now but having never have said how I felt, what I went though after it aired and how proud I am that I survived the horrible memories and moments I never thought would end.

I walked away. It’s what I do when I need to think before I act. I didn’t have coping mechanisms then. I had a great man I wanted to hear tell me to breathe and relax, I had a 2 year old who I missed terribly and just wanted to hear cause I knew it’d make the shaking stop and I had to go poop.

In life excuses are like @ss holes, everybody’s got them. Mine weren’t though. The real you took away from me and how it caused such mental confusion for me after I will always stick to my guns and say I still forgive you but I only wish I can forget about the whole experience.

To every casting director, producer and assistant, every person from 51 or spike or open minds. If you made any profits off the years I spent crying of embarrassment, broken down mentally, scared so badly I couldn’t even watching tv for a while, let alone reading comments on the internet about how people thought I was, so many words I’ll never get out of my head no matter how much time passes.

I was desensitized, numb and couldn’t understand any of it and you allowed it.

I guess what I’m finally trying to say is if your being successful felt good. It shouldn’t. You hurt me more than I’d ever care to explain to you, so I didn’t. Working with w team of deceitful people, I’m glad your run came to an end. I’m also glad my first episode was watched as many times as it been. But just once imagine that # in half and for each one something so demeaning about you was said.

That’s all I’m going to say cause I know I’ll spent the day mad I even gave this energy today.

Having people so vulnerable as I was with y’all and then dropping bombs like they did on me, almost killed me.

I wasn’t built for that. Critics, haters all of it. It took so long to learn the love I never received from my mother as a child and the way ink master made me feel I almost killed myself a time or two. I thought I deserved it. I didn’t. I trust the wrong people in life. Not sounding like Snooki but, I’m a good person.

The place I was at in my life back then, I just needed y’all to do what y’all promised me. I feel like things might’ve turned out differently. I don’t hold anyone but myself responsible.

Anger is a much too heavy cross to carry. Forgiveness to myself became genuine and I pushed through. Like I always do. I was never the same.

Today I can say as much as I thought no reaction is a better one, Life is too short to not say how you feel.

Plus now, many, many tattoos later. Most done by @b_tat I love the sound of the tattoo gun.

I don’t make a peep and more importantly I am completely comfortable again with tattoos and the process.

B always makes me feel comfortable and gives me Bluetooth control. Lol

Sometimes the nipple covers and tape gets annoying but when I am getting these things forever on my skin, I am beyond comfortable and I never thought I’d feel like that.

I understand everybody gotta eat but that’s why I never took any invitation from y’all and there was many to come back on. I needed to heal.

As I will continue to do cause that’s what my journey has taught me. That’s as far as it’s brought me.

So I forgive but mornings like today as many other days can start, when this stuff is found, like the billion other clips, screenshots, tvs on pause, FaceTime calls with people like this is you how did you never talk about it or worst or all flashing back on every comment I’ve allowed myself to read, will never not hurt me. Not everything in my life is worth remembering. On January 18, 2018 Spike relaunched as Paramount Network and I was happy Spike was gone. I thought it’d fade away. On September 22, 2020 a day years prior to filming when I won the lottery because on a 9/22, I played 922 and it came out. Viacom CBS announced that the network was rebranding as PARAMOUNT movie network and ink master was canceled. I felt free just for a moment.

A few month later y’all put it on Netflix.

Netflix has over 200 million subscribers. You know how many of them use social media to comment on what they think they’re seeing.

A few weeks later, paramount announced they’re m bringing the shown back. Yesterday I got a clip of it and in my feelings so here I am.

Hear me or don’t, I’m speaking for me. Because no one deserves to feel how I felt. I’m from Staten Island. I born resilient, I am not who I was made out to be or talked about like I was. The day I stopped caring what anyone thought was the day I sat 6 hours for a tattoo and felt not even a second of pain. For the first time in a long time I felt free from the image and expeditions that people had of me. My REAL friends and family got to see me smile again because they’re the ones who held me up when being on tv almost took it all. The world that had me feeling like mine wasn’t worth living, is something sensitive to me and will always be but 13 years later, I’m thankful for my journey and proud of my choice to turn it down time and time again. Im not who people think I am and maybe it’s the fact I have MS now and know more than 50% of us with it will die. Knowing there’s no cure and fights I’ve thought I’ve put up that were so major are actually nothing compared to the battle I’ve only just begun. Again, ironically watching my dad and aunt fight for over 20 years, I know it’s going to be hard but I am capable of more then I ever give myself credit for. I don’t need a pat on the back.

I need to verbally express myself about it because tomorrow, there’s a very good chance I may not be able to. What I’m saying may never be read by anyone and that wouldn’t affect me. I live life for me no one matters but my son, family and handful of day 1s who love me. Those people loved me when I couldn’t love me. That’s why I’m STILL here.

To all those who survived REALity tv that portrayed them or put them in situations where they’ve had to “act or react” or maybe just didn’t even know how to act. If it brought you out of yourself so much that it’s traumatic to even talk about, let alone feel time to time, see on the screen just changing the damn channel, please know this.

Youse are the real rockstars.

Not everything is what it seems and may never be but don’t ever allow what a viewer who sitting there watching and judging you, make you feel less then or doubt yourself for a second.

In life there’s only one judge and although I stopped gambling the night Melo turned that 62 to 125, I’d bet my life you’ve haven’t met him yet. Know God, know peace.

& Watch less reality TV

I said what I said.

#therevolutionwillbetelevised #inkmaster

#thisisREALlife

F••kin with a Marksman.

Good Morning, Good Day, Good Everything. I got some THINGS ON MY MIND. And I ain’t gone take it either. I don’t know if I can fake it either. You got no patience good. I got no patience either. Send FREDO off to do this, send FREDO off to do that. Let FREDO take care of some Micky Mouse Club somewhere. 

BORING, but it’s about the bigger picture. 

Ever since I came to you and said WHO DO I TRUST? You said TALK TO ME. You explained the brains of GENIUS are XXL. No cap. 

Then you explained you must take into the account the natural WRITER that’s within. It’s a LOVE LANGUAGE that’s never even spoken. Something you learned on the 1680 focused in the kitchen. Cooking up, no Pyrex vision. 

What’s understood doesn’t have to be explained. Something like Nas in Halftime. 

Nothing can prevent it from getting cemented. I’m just going down memory lane for a little bit. DON’T YOU WORRY. HEAD HIGH. Ima DRIVE. Next stop. The DYNASTY. 

If I had to explain it, BO JACKSON in his prime or NIAGARA FALLS on fire. 

Let’s GET IT STARTED. 

I’ll never forget when you HIT MY LINE after JASONS LYRIC was done. The first time I heard it I cried. I always felt like it was just ME, MYSELF & I, but you said don’t let em box you in, you gotta bob and weave like a two sport athlete. A GOAT was talking if you asked me. Off the wall them highlights looking nasty. So when you said get your IQ up after RAHEEMS FUNERAL, I understood DEATH AROUND THE CORNER and IT’S TOO LATE AT THE WAKE. I heard you loud and clear. IF I SHOULD DIE. All this? 

Just to prove that I existed? I think about death a little more than I oughta. The devil gotta fill his quota. I try to walk on this tight rope. You start off with vision, wind up wearing blindfolds. EASY MONEY SNIPER bitch, I’m the God in every option. 

We don’t make no excuses. 

We just grind till we get it. 

If you don’t understand it, God damnit. 

Never mind it. 

Forget it. 

Ain’t no hook on this joint, I ain’t repeating myself. All you need to remember is WRITE TO DREAM ENTERTAINMENT. 

That’s my only statement. 

I DONT WANNA WAIT

I been working all year long. 

These haters working on my fuckin nerves. 

You could be about peace but when Satan sends his soldiers, grab the WRITE TO DREAM pillows and hold on. It’s about to be like THE LAST SUPPER AT BABYLON in here. 

Reach and I’ll put a DOT on ya head like it’s part of your religion. Stand proud covered in our sins. When on repentance, at the pearly gates praying for our entrance. Knowing good and damn well most of us will never get in. I STILL HEAR THE SCREAMS. Just STFU, NEXT CHAPTER, please. 

WRITE TO DREAM is the mantra. That GROWN MAN GOSSIP. When I hit you with that D’usse bottle, blame the Henny. Calico loaded, lean back without an A for Act. You’ll NEVER BE THE SAME and I ain’t talking Ghostface. Riding down TODT HILL and my man ima do him in. LORD KNOWS what ima do to him. No reason for your mans to panic 

You don’t want to see no ambulances. Knock a pimp’s drink down in his pimp cup. This the shit that makes Rob Markman pimp slap your favorite blogger who’s calling himself an author. DO YOU BELIEVE that shit? 

Look at me King!

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book. 

It’s funny how one verse can fuck up the game. The Ace is back, you jokers ain’t got the spades to match. I’m passionate, they passionless. Me and Hovian just laugh at it. 

Don’t blame me, blame ya manager. 

HOL UP. I got a whole lot ahead of me. I should probably change my energy. 

Hey Siri, play Doeman, ZEN REMIX. 

These the feelings I share. 

These my feelings I swear. 

I hope this ain’t a LONG FLIGHT HOME. 

It’s going to be a long week. 

You can’t complain so you take it. 

Had a dream and you chased it. 

NEXT CHECK will be worth it. 

Put the work, SEVEN days. 

Monday. BREAKFAST CLUB FREESTYLE. Christ, It Was Written. Had em worshipping every word this WRITE TO DREAM genius was giving me. 

Tuesday gotta get up early. SWAY IN THE MORNING. That’s a Fendi, whatever you say, it don’t offend me. Screaming how sway like Kanye. 

Wednesday, See THIS MORNIN I woke up, back on bull shit. Breakfast with my DAY ONES. THINGS ON MY MIND gotta talk about it. Some people HATE, some people scream and shout. Some people speak with evil mouth. Just believe that it’ll level out. God is all around and the devil is doubt. Did my friends just call me THE GREATEST? 

Thursday, slept in.  PARKSIDE FREESTYLE before bed. DONT BEG. DONT BORROW. Our daddies faced demons, we loved our mommy dearest. Rappin bout it made it easy. Man, that shit wasn’t easy. 

GOOD FRIDAY thank God. LAST NIGHT replaying hard. APOLLO in the evening with the STRONGEST WOMAN I KNOW. The reason for all this. When I win my first award before i thank God miss. Ima thank the Goddess who taught me who God is. 

Saturday I got a BENZ 4 MY BIRTHDAY. Couldn’t stop saying THANK YOU. What a way to end the week. 

Sunday slept all day. Street dreams are made of these. 

Never in it FOR THE MONEY or a 96 ROC A FELLA LOGO. Bunch of A&R’s will call like “Where you find the kid?” 

Unless I’m getting a percent, never mind that shit. I got way too much rapper pride. Look how y’all treat life after rappers die. Got me feeling like I THINK WE LOST THE CULTURE. 

Time to take back from these heartless vultures and give it back to these righteous soldiers. Fuck the shoulda, coulda, woulda, I’m taking it now. I just pray that you might believe.

We all have a right to dream…

Get Rich or Die Tryin

BEFORE I SELF DESTRUCT let me just let this go. CAN I SPEAK TO YOU from my ALTERED EGO? Everything’s calculated and the times precise. PILOT, give me the wheel. FOLLOW ME GANGSTA. FOLLOW MY LEAD. We’re going to take a little trip today. Since THEN DAYS WENT BY. Memories of a real NOBODY.

Sometimes in life, love will take you on some crazy journeys. GET UP everyday. Treat each one, as NEW DAY. In the Bible it says, what goes around, comes around.

I JUST WANNA learn how to live without you and LOVE ME. Maybe it was me but it COULD’VE BEEN YOU. HOLD ON. Gimme MY CROWN. This ain’t even about you. That’s the Leo in me. ANIMAL AMBITION is natural. I been feeling I had to teach lessons to slow learners. DON’T PUSH ME

Go head act up, get smacked in the head IN DA CLUB.

NAH NAH NAH.

You fucked up my CHING CHING CHING. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. One more thing CREEP. LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON when you replay that tape. PIMPIN PT 2

It gets dark in life so always shine light. Haters hate everyday. PEOPLE TALKIN shit never phased me. I do me. IF I CANT, I still do me. IM A RIDER. So often, I wish I knew another way. THE INVITATION to keep reading is there. HATE IT OR LOVE IT. DO YOU THINK ABOUT ME?

I do. WHAT IF my HUSTLER’S AMBITION that naturally comes with an IRREGULAR HEARTBEAT was actually a blessing in disguise. Close your eyes listen, see my vision. GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN’ right? It only seems logical because WE ALL DIE ONE DAY. BUMP THAT loud. THIS IS MURDER NOT MUSIC & If you ask me to name it, I’m calling this, THE KANAN TAPE.

THE MASSACRE. THE FUNERAL. When I die my art will be worth more than Picasso’s. That’s STUNT 101 for me. I get sensitive with my shit, don’t fuck with my art. Sometimes it sounds like I’m playin’ but I’m sayin’. THE GOOD DIE YOUNG and those who let the POWER OF THE DOLLAR and PIECES run their lives, live forever TALKING IN CODES. That’s no way to live. PATIENTLY WAITING anxiously cause YOUR LIFE’S ON THE LINE. You’re an OUTLAW. When MY BUDDY was around, I didn’t think. When I did, I knew I DON’T NEED ‘EM but I CAN’T LEAVE ‘EM ALONE. It was my GANGSTA DELIGHT. SO DISRESPECTFUL, beautiful and small.

My 22. The first time I saw her, I was just a WINDOW SHOPPER UP! town. I didn’t know a thing about guns but I knew my finger tips sore for four hours and RECENTLY MOVIN ON UP to MAJOR DISTRIBUTION, it was the best thing when approaching business at this point. I still to this day feel, that gun was my first real love. When he put it my hands, I felt things inside me that I’d never felt before. JUST A TOUCH and I felt the cold on my skin. We we’re attached. SAY WHAT YOU SAY but I was happy. THE BANKS WORKOUT and the CHECKS CLEARED. We all smiled. WE UP! Things ran smooth when she was near. Between her and my business partner I felt safe. SIMPLY THE BEST.

NO ONE ON ONE between him and I. We were ON & ON, OFF & ON. We both had other intentions. Mine included straight bitches in the telly going both ways. I was a very confused young woman. Loved by many. Said, I took ’em to ecstasy, without ecstasy. But I was HIGH ALL THE TIME. I didn’t think I could love a man after I found out he was CHEATIN ON ME. So I would just put my HANDS UP to the sky and everyday life my life. THEN DAYS WENT BY. You live and you learn. THINGS CHANGE in a New York minuet.

BANG BANG-BANG BANG.

The first time I made MY GUN GO OFF we were on the beach at night. I never felt such a rush. I was still so mad at the JERK, but we did it right there in the sand.

I couldn’t hear much. I think my adrenaline had completely taken over my being. My hearing was coming and going but so was I. It was SO SEDUCTIVE. GET THE STRAP.

We both had a plan and I trusted him for many years prior to that night. NO MORE GAMES. I spent years of MY LIFE answering 21 QUESTIONS with MY BABY.

Mixing Business and pleasure never really felt right though. He was so CRAZY for all the chances he took but I knew early on, I wasn’t normal either. MAYBE WE CRAZY. Crazy never felt so right. On our FIRST DATE that I thought was real love, we went to the woods to shoot some off after we spent the day in jersey shopping. We were crazy, but crazy like if WEST SIDE STORY happened in a small WINNERS CIRCLE during DA HEAT WAVE of a DISCO INFERNO on an island.

He just wanted to LOVE ME and be around me everyday. So I let him. He had a BUSINESS MIND and that is what I fell in love with. He allowed me to be exactly who I was because I was just like him. It wasn’t love at first sight. It was when he gifted me, my very first gun and then went DOWN ON ME immediately after that I knew. I loved him. YEAH. YEAH. That night on the beach when I shot my first shot, felt the same. Everyday I wanted an ENCORE.

I said WHAT UP GANGSTA? he said, BE MY BITCH! I replied, FOREVER KING. Together we were always POOR LIL RICH kids who had a CANDY SHOP & PIGGY BANK in a BIG RICH TOWN. I’ll say it. He was a HUSTLER who taught me everything, I didn’t need to know. I loved every second I spent with him in this sick and twisted way. Had me in V.I.P., no ID, Bottles of DP just real B-I-G. I also know that’s why I’m a ROTTEN APPLE. I’ve SEEN TO MUCH BAD NEWS in NY. In the end, YOU TOOK MY HEART. IN MY HOOD. But I’m from the HOME OF THE BRAVE and took THE OATH so the words I can’t speak, are now heard. I WARNED YOU. Karma will get you BACK FOR THAT. NY TO NO! IM A STOP. I got PLACES TO GO. DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. You ain’t been threw what I been threw, you not like me and I’m not like you. I let it go but they’ll always be my NEW YORK TIMES.

By now if your following along you know what this is. It’s been THE PRSUIT of getting to know the inner me. WE BOTH THINK ALIKE. IS IT SCARY? Yes, but once I accepted me, I knew to love ALL OF ME, wasn’t impossible. I know y’all LIKE MY STYLE. Ya like how I break it down. They say I have a way with words. I call it FORMAT. WHEN YOU HEAR THAT people BUILD YOU UP but you can’t fully understand why, you try to learn. LET ME BE THE ONE to tell you, I STILL THINK, I’M NOTHING. But you believe in the parts of me, I can’t yet see. It’s TWISTED, I know. And YOU ALREADY KNOW I’m LOYAL TO THE GAME. So when you FEEL MY HEARTBEAT, don’t call me a PSYCHO. But instead respect the POSITION OF POWER I make you see. GOD GAVE ME STYLE AND GOD GAVE ME GRACE but even with ALL HIS LOVE, I still got the BURNER ON ME. WHY THEY LOOK LIKE THAT. I guess it’s A BALTIMORE LOVE THING. We hit the LOTTO with it. IT’S A HIT. THE PHONE CALL is what I lived for. Nextel chirps paid the bills. AYO TECHNOLOGY. CHING CHING. CHING.

IF DEAD MEN COULD TALK I bet they’d say OK YOUR RIGHT. Maybe when I said WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK, OH NO! WE ALL DIE ONE DAY. WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS. CRACK A BOTTLE and LET’S GET IT IN. NO ROMEO NO JULIET. I I am not heartless, I’ve just learn to use my heart less. I don’t want to say I was wrong but I learn from everything. U NOT LIKE ME.

look baby, this is simple you can’t see? I’m from New York but I know country grammar. My special POWER is in my heart. My brain is the DEFINITION OF SEXY. As many times as it’s been broke, it never stopped. I spent many nights thinking I’M SUPPOSE TO DIE TONIGHT but I know God will COME AND GET YOU when he is ready. ROUND HERE, I’m DOING MY OWN THING. I’m THAT GIRL.

SURROUNDED BY HO’S, MANY MEN, and lots of SMOKE SMOKE. GANGSTA STYLE was the life the newspaper described it as in the end. I always thought the DRAMA NEVER ENDS. FORGIVE ME, I had the life of a STREET KING. They called us GATman AND ROBIN. We had TOY SOLDIERS who would go OUTTA CONTROL for a FULLY LOADED CLIP. At the time I thought I could TOUCH THE SKY. I felt STRONG ENOUGH to withstand the CRIME WAVE. But when it’s MAN DOWN and I DON’T KNOW OFFICER, a lot comes into perspective. One wrong move and it all ended, just like that. Not a word spoke but it took MY HEART. Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk. I was speechless.

When I SPEND SOME TIME thinking of those I miss at the PEARLY GATES, the feeling like you should be here, goes away quickly. I know where you are is safer. I get EMOTIONAL JUST A LIL BIT. I can’t just GET IN MY CAR and come see you. It’s all DA REPERCUSSIONS of growing up in NY. Some days I’m in a crowd all by myself, bunch of people around I’m still by myself. I drift off on a cloud by myself, thinking bout nothing more than life, what else?

THANKS A LOT.

You can have it all but you’ll never take my hustlers mentality. THIS IS FOR YOU. I GET MONEY, I write my life, you write what you see in the gangsta movies. I’ve learned to let the past go. LET IT GO cause I’M GROWN. I PUT THAT WORK IT.

9 SHOTS and 18 BRICKS gone in the RAID. So now I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy and turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die. GOTTA MAKE IT TO HEAVEN so I vowed to myself to be GOOD TO YOU, because I know I could BE DEAD too. My MIND PLAYING TRICKS on me, always but some WORDS FROM EMINEM usually helps me realize the ESCAPE ROUTE was actually the road away from it all.

FUNNY HOW TIME FLIES. AFTER MY CHEDDAR, the E.M.S. and my SOLDIER were all gone, I knew we got TOO HOT. We couldn’t withstand the HEAT. So now AS THE WORLD TURNS, I’LL DO ANYTHING and I GOTTA WIN for all the L’s we once took. RESPECT IT OR CHECK IT. BETTER COME ON YOUR A GAME, isn’t something you ever have to tell me. THE TRUTH YOU NOT READY for. TALK IS CHEAP. Death gotta be easy cause life is hard. It’ll leave you physically, mentally and emotionally scarred. But two of the most important things I took away from it all, stay with me everyday. Sunny days wouldn’t be special, if it wasn’t for rain. Joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain.

THIS IS 50.

Return of The Mac

I put my lifetime in between the paper’s lines…

Writing helps me get through the SPIRITUAL WAR that is going on inside my mind. When P. SPEAKS to me, I hear wisdom. I hear courage. I feel strength. I understand not everyone is a fan of hip hop, and I accept that. POWER RAP ain’t for everyone. These things I write are for those that understand most GANGSTA RAPPERZ live a MORE TRIFE LIFE than you could ever imagine. They stood on the FRONT LINES in that DEADLY ZONE and fought a WAR that would break most of y’all down to SKULL AND BONES. It’s not a game but the words play.

Through their music they feel like if you took a LOOK AT MY LIFE and WHAT’S HAPPENING, it could make you STRONGER. These “rappers” are a RARE SPECIES who want you to do better. They uplift you the only way they know how to at first, music.

It’s a COLD WORLD. WHO YOU BULLSHITTIN? We all trying to get to the NEXT LEVEL yet LAY LOW.

It’s the NEW BALANCE it seems.

I can’t say I relate to every song I hear, but WHEN U HEAR THE words of one and it hits you in a way you can’t explain, DAMN DADDY, calling you a MICROPHONE MASTER isn’t enough credit. RECOGNIZE AND REALIZE.

THEY SCARED. STOP STRESSIN. P. KEEP SPITTIN’. I conversate with many men, it’s time to begin again. Forgot what I already knew, ayo you hear me friend. Being a PRISONER in your own mind is NO SUNSHINE when THE TEMPERATURE’S RISING. There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from. You could run, but you can’t hide forever. It’s a HARD LIFE for everyone. EXTREME for some. WIN OR LOSE though. That’s your choice. You have to have that drive to not give up. Even when the road gets tough. Always remember WHERE YA HEART AT. That is what’s important.

A lot of y’all GOT IT TWISTED. You think people rap cause they want the FAME, fortune, LOVE & MONEY. Guess what? You’re wrong. OFF THE WALL actually. They do it because it’s their natural talent. I mean, who doesn’t feel better when they TALK ABOUT things. That’s how we grow in life. They do it because it’s their gift and there’s nothing worse then wasted talent. They do it to GET AWAY. They do it because their NIGHTTIME VULTURES who talents

aren’t just words that sound good. Although they totally do. There’s actual meaning behind it. IT’S NOT A GAME. They could care less about awards and trophies. They give you music because they know it touches your souls and making it, keeps them in touch with theirs. YOU GOT IT?

I rock for the few chosen, who got their third minds open. We may never understand every lyric an artist says. It make even take years of hearing something a thousand times before something actually clicks. But what they gave you is TIMELESS art and if you look at the bigger picture….

it’s so beautiful.

BABYE MAYBE by sharing these things I love writing RIGHT BACK AT YOU will allow you to just appreciate the music you’ve hear, that much more. AM I CRAZY for wanting the world to love HIP HOP as much as I do?

NAHH…

Because that’s what A REAL MOBB DO. STAY CONNECTED PLAYA. DON’T GET ME CONFUSED, this is just my CALL OF DUTY. I was born INFAMOUS MINDED in the ROTTEN APPLE, MAFU••IN U$A. So my INFAMOUS ALLEGIANCE to THE ONE AND ONLY, H.N.I.C. is just me, paying my respect to those who DEALT WITH THE BULLSHIT by picking up the MIGHTIER PEN and giving all of themselves to you, like IT’S NOTHING. But it was something. SOMETHING SPECIAL. FLAVOR FOR THE NON BELIEVERS. Those who survived JUVENILE HELL with MURDA MUZIK. This is for you. 21 GUN SALUTE.

REAL PEOPLE IS POWER. WHAT U REP? WHERE YA FROM? Wherever it is, KEEP IT THORO. I’m from New York, New York. Not LA, LA. So I already know, LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT. NEW YITTY music is just different to me. It’s always had my heart. There’s NOTHING LIKE HOME. It doesn’t even matter where you’re from or where you are now. It’s the same thing everywhere you go. SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. I’m NOT A STAN, just stuck of the realness WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON.

So when you talk about LEGENDS, you can’t forget to mention the poetical prophets, MOBB DEEP.

Those YOUNG VETERANS who got you all shook. GREAT SPITTERS of my generation. Trying to show you NO ONE CAN DO IT LIKE THIS. Respect and love all across the board, adored for keeping it raw. STREET CERTIFIED because they fought THE GOOD FIGHT. SUPERSTARS in their own right. The last official taking out the artificial. Not here for BEEF cause when you do what you love, it’s NO CONTEST. YEA YEA YEA. All YOUNG VETERANS learn their ABC’s at some point. Once you have that platform to inspire change, you must take it and see WHAT’S HAPPENING is making you STRONGER. You think to yourself YOU CAN NEVER FEEL MY PAIN, but all of sudden people relate. People unite. Music does that. Life is a gamble, we scramble for money, I might crack a smile, but ain’t a damn thing funny. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU this already. MOBB ZOMBIES MAKE THE HITS and we BUMP THAT loud with appreciation till then end. We CLAP FIRST then you TAKE A BOW.

WE LOVE Y’ALL.

I KNOW you hear it and think THIS IS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE POSITIVE but I’m just SPEAKING SO FREELY so IT’S ALRIGHT. Some HATE TO LOVE YOU thinking I WON’T FALL but when SHIT HITS THE FAN they CRAWLIN over to ROCK WIT US. You CAN’T FU•K WITH THE REALEST people. GET OUT OUR WAY cause we PLAY 4 KEEPS TILL THE ANGEL’S COME IN HEAVENS HOME. THERE I GO AGAIN… You can call this the APOSTLES WARNING. You can call me a mobb representative, call me the specialist. Professional, professor at this rap science. Dear music, MY WORLD IS EMPTY WITHOUT YOU. NO RELIGION has taught me as much faith and beliefs as you. That’s why I believe in you. I CAN’T COMPLAIN because THE ART OF RAP has me taught me about getting closer to God in a tight situation. WHERE’S YOUR LEADER? Mine is up above. THE ILLEST, MY ANGEL in the CLOUDS. A QUIET STORM. THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR and PRAY FOR ME while I pray for you because that’s what REAL GANGSTAZ do. BLESS YOU. SPREAD LOVE for ONE OF OURS. THE MOST INFAMOUS. R.I.P Prodigy.

Now take these words home and think it through or the next rhyme I write might be about you…

Where’s Sean??

HELLO GOOD MORNING

The sun don’t shine forever but as long as it’s here then we might as well shine together…

Fuck the fame all the lights and the stardom. Forget about Saint Tropez, pilot we landing in Harlem.

STEP INTO A WORLD where my JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE is NON STOP WORKING EVERYDAY towards that HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Never quite knowing what it is I’m searching for but I’m a Leo so I’m down with the hunt. The courage will come when I jump. CLAIM MY PLACE. if you ain’t talking BIGGER BUSINESS stay off My LOVE & LIFE INTRO.

IS THIS THE END PART TWO?

Hell no. This is just the beginning.

WHERE’S SEAN?

I open my SHADES and I see VICTORY.

PRESS PLAY.

BLIND to these STROBE LIGHTS cause I took time to get my mind right.

Just WORKIN hard DO YOU SEE.

BREATHE. STRETCH. SHAKE

BABY I LIKE IT.

I know this is the balance of acceptance and forgiveness. Where the past meets the present but the gift is in my head.

That life lesson. Time travel don’t confuse us with mere mortals. I KNOW that sounds crazy but it is. NO. 1 & I wont let you forget.

For a night back of us exchanging pain and passion. Do you get it. Yeah I said it.

DO YOU LIKE IT… DOO YOU WANT IT?

Close your eyes and BLAST OFF with me.

I’m off in another world, so far out this atmosphere. Selling dreams with the words that stand out in my head and the phrases that got me off my feet. Life may get tough so if you hit that BUMP BUMP BUMP, know it’s only bout how you get back up. You gotta say to yourself, ILL DO THIS FOR YOU, and push through.

REVERSE. LET’S GET IT.

MY FRIEND said I hold too much in MAKING IT HARD for me to talk.

WHAT YOU GONNA DO?

let that shit out.

CAN’T STOP, WON’T STOP

TELL ME what’s wrong with that?

Maybe this TESTIMONIAL will help you see, if you’re chasing your dreams, your not running fast enough. Run faster. It’s ALL OR NOTHING. Complete fixation with your feet on the foundation. I HEAR VOICES that TELL ME, I GOT THE POWER to CHANGE YESTERDAY. hashtag be clear. I AM amazing and inspiration is a SPECIAL FEELING but lately incompetence and doubt is at an all time high so I WANT THE LOVE. World off. Music up. Once I mastered how to deal with mental PAIN, I let my GUARD DOWN, the pen touched the paper and out came a FAKE THUGS DEDICATION.

Real people do it cause they got to. I know some real people and they not you.

WATCHULOOKINAT?

WHAT YOU WANT to hear? Just FACTS.

I can’t say don’t be afraid to get old man. You might learn some shit. You may know some shit. You may see some shit. Like ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES. I wish I wasn’t the way I am but I AM EVERYTHING I LOVE. CAN’T NOBODY HOLD ME DOWN. I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name.

I don’t SCREAM AND SHOUT but the musics always loud. NO MORE DRAMA when I’m holding a pen. MAKING IT HARD to do anything except.

Dear pen, I LOVE YOU BABY. I could do this all day. Print or script to you I could commit.

IF I SHOULD DIE TONIGHT, know I’m a peace. MY HEART LIFTED with this gift. Poetic justice for the YOUNG G’s.

I hear what your listening to these days and it’s nothing like my day so since we’re on my time, ima do it MY WAY.

They always taking about the way I speak. I sound mean or off the bat I’m too New York. The pens lets me go but the voice holds me back. So when you read what I say read it with care. Cause I mean what I say. When it comes to what’s inside

CAN’T TALK TO HER, she’s done.

COLD HEARTED, you claim.

YOU GETS NO LOVE, I’m sorry

Love and life at the SAME DAMN TIME can be a bit much but I AIN’T WORRIED BOUT NUTTIN. WE GON MAKE IT as long as this ain’t the LAST SONG. If so I’ll BE MISSING YOU. Every step I take. Every move I make. I FEEL LIKE PAC, I FEEL LIKE BIGGIE. BIG HOMIE taught me well. P.E. 2000 lessons. He said when there’s NO WAY OUT you make one.

He said he was a CHILD OF THE GHETTO who bet on himself and now he’s BEEN AROUND THE WORLD. That’s whoa. REAL LOVE. While I’ve been here and I ain’t resigning. Come on Daddy I got more than 9 in. It’s the BBE and we still that dynasty.

PEACE B.I.G.

BOTTLES UP, BAD BOY FOR LIFE

Open my eyes I was dreaming, damn it was all a surprise. HOLD UP. Laying here crumbled paper all around. The FUTURE so far away. Life ain’t always what it seems to be. Words can’t express what you mean to me.

THE SAGA CONTINUES. . .

And She Said…

WHAT’S POPPIN?

HEY NOW. . .

You know I had to KEEP IT GOING.

I know this day isn’t a CELEBRATION for everyone but I hope on this V DAY at least one thing makes your HEART SWAY. I just hope y’all see the 1 real person who can do that for you, is you.

 It’s hard to smile, but I keep grinning. Always setting the date but I keep delaying. I’ve learned, I’m SOMETHING ELSE. I hear it so much and trust me, I know. This COLD WORLD made me a SAVAGE. I be out all day, with a vengeance to get it, like you all gon pay. That’s the AMERICAN DREAM though. There’s LEVELS to it. EXCUSE ME while I continue on. This is my VDAY II GET YOU THROUGH. I feel it IN THE AIR. I know you do too. ❤️

We all want to WAKE UP in a world with no HATE. WHATS BEEF? We wouldn’t even know. Imagine such a perfect place. I CAN’T EXPLAIN it. Close your eyes and let my mind paint your picture.

My hand reach out to you like what you waiting fo? We on this level a little more. I promise you we’re just LIVIN’ DREAMS and that we’ll MAKE IT BACK. It just feels like the FAST LANE baby. Just one more ROAD TRIP to SHUT THE CITY DOWN. Then once we make it through the BULLETS AND GUN SMOKE all you’ll have to do is DICED PINEAPPLES for THAT WORK. My only job is to PAINT THE SKY so beautiful it leaves you SPEAKING IN TUNGS. . .

🌹She love me, 

🥀She love me not. 

🌹She loves me, 

🥀She loves me not… 

YOU AIN’T GOOD for me bae. 
OH BABY you’re a BADMAN but I love your NEW YORK STATE OF MIND. 

DON’T MAKE ME DO IT. 

You know I can make the SONG CRY. 

Especially for my FRANK WHITE. 

He’s something like THE GREATEST. He’s got good brains and that’s besides my boos mouth. When the bars come out he makes everyone GO CRAZY. So this is just a little valentine to the BOSS OF ALL BOSSES. The young Biggs Burke with a mixture of Guy Fisher. I prefer Sinatra though. No Diggy, have a reverend the day you running to me. Most hated and he’s so far from jaded. MY BAE. 
Writing is MY MEDICINE that keeps me MOTIVATED. His music just enhances that. With each tape the RESPECT KEEP RISING. My mind keeps going. The pen keeps flowing. One day it will get me PAID IN FULL. On that day I will feel like a SINATRA 2. Lol 
And on that day you can LOOK ME IN MY EYES and say in a *Drake voice* “You special”. TOLD YA. 

F••K THE AWARDS. I’m a KILLER WIT the pen and I know it. I know WHAT YOU LIKE. I AIN’T MAD AT YOU. Ambitious. I am vicious. EVERY TIME I COME AROUND, all smiles when we walk in the Warner building. No need to read the book when the authors here. WE GETTIN’ MONEY BABY. Our handshakes are BRICK BREAKERS. THE COUNCIL, well MY TEAM GO. WE THE BEST!  THEY KNOW WHO WE ARE. SAME GANG. Can’t even WALK IN NEW YORK without a SHOOTER. I call them GOODFELLAS. It’s okay though. MARCH MADNESS is coming and we STRAIGHT FOR THE SUMMER. 

FILTHY with that NEW NEW. Foot on the table cause the bottom my sneaker red. Everyone around call me THE CONNECT. I KNOW it’s hard to imagine but I’m DOIN MY THING. Far from a WEEKEND WARRIOR. 365. If you need to, feel free to TAKE NOTES. I know everyone’s already POINTIN FINGERS.OK Y’ALL. 

Everyday I open my eyes, I thank God your alive. Don’t wonder how I’m going to make it far in the game. I don’t even know a lame. Lol. COUNCIL MUSIC boo. As long as that BEAT KNOCKIN ima be aight. Just make sure you always CLAP for me when I do it right. I NEED U, to just keep doing exactly what you are. You know you’re THE BADDEST. LENNOX AND 7TH, STOP IT 5. TAKE THAT OFF. It should be renamed Winfree Way. You put LIFE IN THE CITY. Way beyond THE CORNER. Ain’t no one out here STYLIN’ ON YOU. 

So I hope your enjoying my ode to your LUXURY RAP, V.A.D.O. That’s THE PRODUCT I’m interested in. 

ok FINE, It makes me Pharrell happy. So just know, if you ever need a pen pal…

I’m only ONE CALL AWAY. 💚

*CLOSED CURTAINS* 🌹












	


	





	

		
A DAY OF SOOPERMAN LOVER ❤️🧠🧱✨
	


	
			

				
			


		
	

		
This is Rated R

because of Y.O.U.

This is the thugs dedication. A little something from my heart straight to the points. Jersey yo! Newark New Jersey’s own Reginald Noble, I am not worthy. How deep is your love for Hip Hop’s class clown? Mine is undeniable 2 high to come down. Been that way since the J.U.M.P. so here you go Red, this is my jam 4 u. You do, I do. Your twisted, lyrical street hop is so hardcore. Your voice, like none ever heard before. Best in excess. Soopaman sweet. If I had to describe it, I’d say mighty healthy. I’m serious. Brick stand up. The Def Jammable, Diggy Doc is off the wall. News break. It’s obvious his resume doesn’t need to be passed out. Been stepping it up since Montclair gave up on kid. OoOk, Full cooperation needed. I dedicate this next dart to you, the amazing Funk Doctor Spock.

You bet I drop heavy so girls grab your Kotex. Get up, stand up, protect ya own dam neck. I am woman! An insane creation. Mrs. international. Fuck you, your label moms and your editor. How u like that? Un-huh.

You better shut your trap when my dogs around. While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse. When I raise my trigger finger all y’all niggas hit the deck. Watch yo nuggets. When I let da monkey out he’s coming for your pimp nuts. I got a seecret. I just don’t give a fuck. That’s where I b on muddy island rockin wit da best, bobyahead2dis down south funk. See, I can tell you this because if the Doc did, it’s called malpractice. So for the party people you basically just slide and rock on, go hard. Though all 4 seasons and even when the lites go off. Let it go.

Yesh, yesh y’all.

Got my mind made up. Can’t drink and can’t stand in the world. When I’m in my zone, all da bullshit is gone. Fuhgidabowdit. I’m gone. Ask me what I’m doing. Ima say I’m chilling. Male groupies gettin shaky when I come from the rear. I’m worse than a dog in heat. Da da dahhh dirrty. I live 4 the funk can’t u see. Music gets me to high to come down. When it’s straight fire, hot bars just burning their imprint in your memory forever. A special joint.

I run it back, skip town, hot 16’s is the only way I’m doing a sentence. Freestyle, freestyle is what makes my heartbeat. A good cypher. Turn dat shit up.

You slow listen faster, cause my time’s a factor.

My style, my stelo is hardcore. Everything I write, call me the author. So ruff, so vicious. Lyrical Genovese, no competition. Wanna complain? No use in barkin. Cause we can go neck to neck like Pam and Martin. Sweet dreams. I’m about to hit ya with the full nelson. Maybe I’m wrong 4 dat. Oh well. Whut Ima do now?

Whatever man, I’ll be dat.

Your whole vocabulary’s played out, admit it. Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.

Just a rap scholar. You & you & you can call her. Mic, lights, camera, action. I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen. I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell em for grams. Fuck da security. We get it live. Rock the spot and move on. People ask me, what U lookin 4. I tell people, my Gilla House check bitch.

Back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step. Da journee has been such a ride. To show you what type of stuff I’m on. You can’t puff or sniff it, because I was born with it. Do what U feel. Please tell me you feel it too? Whenever I hear the beet drop. Ahhh. Da goodness. Da funk? Da bump? It’s just me. I keep the ghetto and me, I love the sweet taste of revenge. I’m focused. My souls been cleansed. Now I know who the enemy and who the friend. But still, with my eyes closed they both blend. That’s some 2 way madness. Even Dr. Trevis can’t save us.

Without question I’m flexy when I’m sexin. Wicked when I kick it like a tribe called quest-in. If rap was b-ball, I’d have assists like James Worthy.

Tonight’s da night you learn how to roll a blunt the rite way. Can’t wait to hit a million and 1 Buddha spots. You gonna ride wit us or walk on? You won’t be fiendin cause Merry Jane is just sumth 4 Urrbody. Smoke Buddha, so what? We frequent Green Island, so what? We blow treez on boodah breaks with Mr. Ice cream man, so what? People, don’t freak out. It’s not judgment day and we’re not troublemakers. You got it?

So wutchoogonnado.

Me, Ima lite 1 witcha boi before I lose my cool. We all rite cha.

Single life is good but I got gorillaz on my mind. What I want is to always feel this happy, so I won’t commit. Dating is like a journey throo da dark side and I love the sun. Brothers on my jock think they getting inside. Ha! Not in mi casa. If you tryin to smash sumthin you gotta go to the chicken head convention round the way. I heard those women over there like to play who wants to fuck a millionaire. My Street 101 class was different. I excelled in Nobel Art. There is no pain if you don’t bring the pain. 2 tears in a bucket because everyone tells me I’m too independent. Sorry not sorry. I’m okay everyone. Don’t worry about me. I’m in a state of beasts from the east. Straight gutta good friends. Good times. Anything and everything is on the table. Except my heart. For that belongs to hip hop. Maybe the few people I attract are the ones who know what the real is.

Look left and right and there’s just no one who understands that the mud on my face is an honor, my tiger style crane has been perfected and my love for the city lights is never ending.

Aim at your party, hit the wrong group. HAPPY BIR- ooh, ooh, ooh, oops.



	


	





	

		
August 22 ✨ The Day of The Genius
	


	
	

		


August 22 = G Day 


“Music is the weapon of the givers of life” – Fela Kuti. Today, August 22 I celebrate a birth date with one of the illest lyricists ever. Wu Tang Clan’s, GZA, aka The Genius. This post is an ode to a man & his music, which on many occasion, has given me life!


Intro


Skit 1


Your own birthday becomes just another day as you get older. Celebrate the moments. Those ah ha! moments. The ones that leave you feeling grown. They are usually almost always inspired by those around you. Celebrate life. If someone’s whole existence has impacted yours, tell them. For one day someone may tell you’ve affected theirs. Be inspiring. Do more. Be better. Listen more than you talk. Can it all be so simple? Shame on a nigga for thinking otherwise. I watched my crew, crash ya crew and rebuild ya whole neighborhood. On a mission, who cares if I’m switch hitting. I always get the shipments. Cmon son. I’m from Richmond.


Investigative report show that when you focus on becoming a better you, you project an amplified sample of the life you choose to create. Witty Unpredictable Talent And Natural Game just flow. Clan in the front, the W in the air. Who’s your rhymin hero?


Knock knock


Genius is slamming


Like C4


Advance pawns

Skit 2


This is dedicated to the legend of the liquid sword. Life is a movie and a movie is a story told through a pencil, from the imagination of a creative genius. My lifestyle is high price, small reward. The general principles of society all point to education. Open your mind and let God in your soul and I promise you will find peace. At some point you must stop the nonsense. Living foul will only get you so far. All the coffee and cigarettes is never enough. Why limit the possibilities when the world can be groundbreaking at your feet? Watch the moves you make because they affect how others will walk around you. Project positivity. Always be yourself. Difficult takes a day. Impossible takes a week. Procrastination takes forever. Who’s got that kind of time? Hand chop to the back of your head. Protect ya neck. First of all, who’s your A&R. A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar. You got soul? R&B classics? All that shit right?


I gotcha back. We are all just unprotected pieces deep beneath the surface. Sparring mines trying to hide from confrontation. From the killa holla on the east to the killa hills on the west, please hear me when I say this. Wu Tang Clan ain’t nuttin to fuck with.

Skit 3 (auto bio)


This is not for publicity. Fuck fame. Those that’s bout it aren’t saying, did ya say that? They just know what it is. Love and appreciation for words that molded my life. This is shadowboxin with sparring music. Elastic audio that I couldn’t live life without. Appreciation, gratitude and love for something that has done so much for me. Music saved my life a million times over. I never feel the pain when a hot track is loud. Music takes my heart. Gone. Highway robbery. Exploitation of mistakes in your own head. Feeling like an enemy but when that beat drops, silent. Audio weaponry.


Words from a genius.

Skit 4


A smothered mate will not grow in shade. Luminal lights will guide the way with illusory protection. He said my string play had his mic trippin. Destructive of a guard. The interlude to his soul. His music could melt gold. A true fresh MC. Those were the days. Stay in line. As phony as ya wanna be, you know drama and unstoppable threats are a path of destruction. The life of a drug dealer and a super freak. It was the setting of a future cinema. Whether bounty hit scheme or some counterfeit C.R.E.A.M. I learned much from such swift cons who run scams. Veterans got the game spiced like ham. On street corners hustling fame is where you’ll find me. Look for all the swordsman behind me. It’s a cold world so I keep the heat. It comes in the form of dope beats.

Outro


This is tough love so y’all get the rough cut. Just another lesson I learned in life. Count your blessings and live your life. This is a Wu Banga 101. I guess you could call it, what are silly girls made of?


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The hell I have been through over the past two weeks makes this sauce extra special. When you go even one Sunday without sauce it taste that much better the next time you get served it. This blog is no different. So I start off this week with an apology because I know I was sent here to MOVE THE CROWD with my LYRICS OF FURY. I know I got all my readers like hmmmmmm…yup maybe this bitch didnt post one last week on purpose just to KEEP EM EAGER TO LISTEN. Or maybe she just got lazy or found that this blogging shit is harder than CHINESE ARITHMETIC. Really…. Is that the WORD ON THE STREET? No no no this is not true. I not only hear the haters but I feel them so let me SET EM STRAIGHT. GUESS WHO’S BACK????


This is some REAL SHIT. Housewife problems!!! I decided to decorate my house like a national lampoons movie for Halloween this year. Hello new neighbors NEW YORK is here. It’s not the easiest thing to do with a five year old following you like a game of FOLLOW THE LEADER. So as I put my phone down on the chair my son tried to grab it fast. He went for that thing like a MICROPHONE FIEND at his first open mic session. I quickly grabbed it put a password lock on it. Now this is where the SAGA BEGINS. Now I can remember every word in a rap song after hearing once but a password I just typed in my phone…REMEMBER THAT…never!!!! As I typed in the incorrect password in my I phone for the 9th time I was just WAITING FOR THE END OF THE WORLD. My son saw the look in my face and he knows I AIN’T NO JOKE. He knew it was time to RUN FOR COVER. As he went to go hide behind his dad I grabbed my keys and fled to the nearest Apple store. How could I WALK THESE STREETS knowing that if I typed in the incorrect code for a 10th time that I would lose every? Pictures, Contacts, Blogs, Passwords, Videos and so much more. Apple told me I needed to hook the phone up to my computer but Hubby said he would get me my new computer next time he gets PAID IN FULL.


I came home with a look in my eyes like I lost a puppy. My husband said WHAT’S GOING ON? WHATS ON YOUR MIND? I had to take a STEP BACK and repeat a word that starts with the 18th LETTER of the alphabet. TO THE LISTENERS no no no don’t count on your fingers you know the 18th…THE R. Relax, Relax, Relax. Craig was like RELAX WITH PEP. I don’t do that no more though. He knew it was Anthonys fault so he was like I’LL BUSS HIM U PUNISH HIM. REST ASSURED he was only kidding but not about me being THE PUNISHER. Ha ha. I proceeded to tell him how every song I own is gone. His answer….it’s JUST A BEAT. I then told him I lost all of my pics. His answer….IT’S NOTHING to cry over. I then told him I lost my Sunday sauce and no one could read it. His answer…don’t worry all that matters is YOU AND I and that I KNOW YOU GOT SOUL. I would have told him that was a smooth line but I chose not to so he wouldn’t come back with a quick one liner like DON’T SWEAT THE TECHNIQUE. My husband the preacher always trying to UPLIFT and spread his KNOWLEDGE. Save it for the MAN ABOVE babe. Easy for him to say as he’s got on his musicbox listening to LET THE RHYME HIT EM by Rakim. Everybody PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER I didnt kill either one of them but I did in one way… a MUSICAL MASSACRE. I ignored them and listened to music the rest of the day because as the RHYME GOES ON..I start to drift off angry Island and sail to STRONG ISLAND.


Well back to my Halloween decorating adventure. It’s like EUPHORIA to me to see a house decorated on a holiday. IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME since I got to decorate an entire house. It’s not like I was living IN THE GHETTO the last few years but we didn’t have a house like this. I remember as a kid decorating the house and I do it now and I’m STILL IN LOVE with the feeling. My neighbors pass and I hear them snicker wow she’s DEDICATED. HOLY ARE YOU ??? Well pass by my house and you may want to run to church. Tombstone, killers on the lawn, ghosts, witches, devils and much more. If you love Halloween the SATISFACTION GUAREENTEED. Craig is even getting into it. He wanted to get some spooky sounds and PUMP UP THE VOLUME when people passed by.


My neighbor who is really funny keeps screaming at us NO COMPETITION. She always won best decorated house before we moved here. She even notices our house is UNTOUCHABLE. I love when people drive by or even stop and STAY A WHILE to admire my work. Even more then that I do it to TEACH THE CHILDREN to enjoy their youth and so they teach their children. If you tell me a house is decorated awesome for a holiday I’LL BE THERE just so Anthony can see it and remember it. My husband tells me not to go overboard with it because people will make us feel like we WON’T BELONG in this development. I tell him to relax because one day they will all be WORKING FOR YOU.  For me ITS A MUST and I getting older so what’s the point of changing MY MELODY now????


I’m just an addict addicted to music• Maybe it’s a habit• I gotta use it