Friday, April 15, 2005
Consistency. And I'm not talking pudding!
Like Butter Baby!
I decided to start blogging like everyone else in this new media, too damn tired to get a newspaper society. However, just like in anything in life I find my self starting to actually use my account in the middle of April. Mind you, I signed up for this way back in 2004. Dah well...Carry on.
In the midst of the annoying, complex, often times loopy consuming life I have acquired, I am resolving to simply live, feel, and act better than the circumstances surrounding me. I am not preaching the words of some psycho-therapist and I did read any new collection of Dr.Phil, guilt-ridden material. I simply decided that I need to finally live. Living, in the essence of what I consider myself, A Black, Christian, strong female; has its share of complexities and essential bullshit. Yet, living has become an acquired skill.
I always wonder if one learn to "live" if life tells them they are already living it? I refuse to believe that I am living "life" as most of those would say. It is not a question that aims to become a Matrix-like conclave of empty answers and hypothetical quandrums. Life in its self is made up ideology from those who deems what is means to be happy. Does money always equate "happiness"? Of course not. But, does it allow to buy happy "things". Hell yeah!
More on this tomorrow...
Seriously. It's just that I have to pee.
God Bless
Wait! I forgot my daily lyrical genius of the day tribute.
I every weekday I will post a song full of extrapolating wordsmithing.
Today's "genius" is Kool Keith, from Electromagentic MC's. Off the album, "SpankMaster". Oh yeah, this negro is...just wow!
It goes a lil' summin like this:
This is a message - yeah
To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin?
You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz
Fuck that I remember them niggaz with jheri curls
Nobody's hardcore niggaz who souped up ready for the world
Babyface in the deal, I keep shit real
Activator spray, you know how that shit feel
Only SOLAR Records was signin niggaz with curls
and givin Afro Sheen niggaz a deal
Aluminum foil suits, you niggaz know your roots
Like undisputed truth, lakeside, music niggaz, Zapp clap niggaz
I referee, watch them fight backpack niggaz
Big groups like Heatwave and War, carryin all that shit
Amp and costume shits on tour
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun in your face
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face face face face..
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face
Stoney Jackson!
Fuck you liar, tryin to come like you Earth Wind & Fire
Sly Stone picture with a DJ and a Numark mixer
Niggaz on Julius Earving dick, use a 76er fake Sir Nose
Larry Blackman was dissin rap with Cameo
I had my Lee dungarees on, and my right arm pickin my afro
Slave was my niggaz, I bought ten cans of gel activator
when Atlantic Starr was payin no mind to me in the front row
I wasn't FUCKIN with the Isley Brothers, the Gap Band
On stage all them shiny motherfuckers like Clear and Pure Energy
More jheri curl niggaz flyin into LaGuardia and Kennedy
I'm before rap, FUCK YOU, I'm the Public Enemy
Madison Square Garden security can't get with me
Don't bother me, motherfucker I'm busy!
This is my land, fuck K-Ci and the Sunshine Band
Wack-ass leather gear with them metal chemicals around your hand
Parliament/Funkadelic
Two niggaz comin out with that same shit like Bootsy
You ain't a true nigga
Alexander O'Neal perm type shit on your Ampex reel
Jimmy Jim and Terry Lewis production
Got Morris Day on the SSL board
with fucked up beats that need reconstruction
Vest on the cover of Jet with liposuction
Jheri curl niggaz like The Time got fucked up on their publishin
From TKO to Con-Funk-Shun, the Jet album was hot
The Family shit was bumpin
Fuck what you thought Stoney Jackson you was somethin! ¶ 12:02 PM
Like Butter Baby!
I decided to start blogging like everyone else in this new media, too damn tired to get a newspaper society. However, just like in anything in life I find my self starting to actually use my account in the middle of April. Mind you, I signed up for this way back in 2004. Dah well...Carry on.
In the midst of the annoying, complex, often times loopy consuming life I have acquired, I am resolving to simply live, feel, and act better than the circumstances surrounding me. I am not preaching the words of some psycho-therapist and I did read any new collection of Dr.Phil, guilt-ridden material. I simply decided that I need to finally live. Living, in the essence of what I consider myself, A Black, Christian, strong female; has its share of complexities and essential bullshit. Yet, living has become an acquired skill.
I always wonder if one learn to "live" if life tells them they are already living it? I refuse to believe that I am living "life" as most of those would say. It is not a question that aims to become a Matrix-like conclave of empty answers and hypothetical quandrums. Life in its self is made up ideology from those who deems what is means to be happy. Does money always equate "happiness"? Of course not. But, does it allow to buy happy "things". Hell yeah!
More on this tomorrow...
Seriously. It's just that I have to pee.
God Bless
Wait! I forgot my daily lyrical genius of the day tribute.
I every weekday I will post a song full of extrapolating wordsmithing.
Today's "genius" is Kool Keith, from Electromagentic MC's. Off the album, "SpankMaster". Oh yeah, this negro is...just wow!
It goes a lil' summin like this:
This is a message - yeah
To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin?
You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz
Fuck that I remember them niggaz with jheri curls
Nobody's hardcore niggaz who souped up ready for the world
Babyface in the deal, I keep shit real
Activator spray, you know how that shit feel
Only SOLAR Records was signin niggaz with curls
and givin Afro Sheen niggaz a deal
Aluminum foil suits, you niggaz know your roots
Like undisputed truth, lakeside, music niggaz, Zapp clap niggaz
I referee, watch them fight backpack niggaz
Big groups like Heatwave and War, carryin all that shit
Amp and costume shits on tour
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun in your face
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face face face face..
Wake up! .. The sun's in your face
The sun's in your face
Stoney Jackson!
Fuck you liar, tryin to come like you Earth Wind & Fire
Sly Stone picture with a DJ and a Numark mixer
Niggaz on Julius Earving dick, use a 76er fake Sir Nose
Larry Blackman was dissin rap with Cameo
I had my Lee dungarees on, and my right arm pickin my afro
Slave was my niggaz, I bought ten cans of gel activator
when Atlantic Starr was payin no mind to me in the front row
I wasn't FUCKIN with the Isley Brothers, the Gap Band
On stage all them shiny motherfuckers like Clear and Pure Energy
More jheri curl niggaz flyin into LaGuardia and Kennedy
I'm before rap, FUCK YOU, I'm the Public Enemy
Madison Square Garden security can't get with me
Don't bother me, motherfucker I'm busy!
This is my land, fuck K-Ci and the Sunshine Band
Wack-ass leather gear with them metal chemicals around your hand
Parliament/Funkadelic
Two niggaz comin out with that same shit like Bootsy
You ain't a true nigga
Alexander O'Neal perm type shit on your Ampex reel
Jimmy Jim and Terry Lewis production
Got Morris Day on the SSL board
with fucked up beats that need reconstruction
Vest on the cover of Jet with liposuction
Jheri curl niggaz like The Time got fucked up on their publishin
From TKO to Con-Funk-Shun, the Jet album was hot
The Family shit was bumpin
Fuck what you thought Stoney Jackson you was somethin! ¶ 12:02 PM
