NEW YORK CITY DAY 3 & 4

i am a wreck, i am gonna keep this short. i went to bed when the sun was rising in this here fair city i am visiting. brisk and crisp it was outside, folks was off to work KIDS GOING TO SCHOOOL. WOW. anyway

NEW YORK FACTOID #3: everyone is grinding something from "the greatest independent film" never seen to fruit roll ups. word.

NEW YORK FACTOID #4: most people dont know how to get anywhere with the exception of them having lived in the place, if they presently live there or if they work there.

NEW YORK CITY DAY 1 & 2

i know i skimmed out on the first day of an entry to touch on some new york tid bits but here i am doing double the work i guess, before i sleep and day 3 starts.

for the first day i arrived at the massive ass JFK airport where i had to walk an insane distance just to get my f-ing bag, one measly bag. i was just feeling beat about it cause i hadnt slept at all. i was up late at kinkos, thankfully not by myself...you're the awesomest belinda, tryna print up some business cards and cd covers so i could bring them out here and that took long enough so that i could hop on the train to get to the flippin bus to get to the airport. traveling alone my friends is not really that fun. the plane ride felt like 2 secs, and homeboy beside me blessed hisself with the sign of the cross when our miniature air chariot landed. so throughout the rest of the day i was just narcaleptic, head noddin here and there. just pushing my body to the liiiiiimmiiiittttt. its all goood though i am basicallly on vacation, it doesnt hurt to be unruly with yourself. it feels good to be here and i am glad that i got some support from people encouraging me to come and just put myself out there

NYC factoid (according to brendan of course): things run on time in new york, they do say "in a new york minute" to emphasize that shit moves quickly, but man when i am being told to meet someone or be some where it is no joke, like you gotta be, people dont respect their time being taken lightly like that. i can dig it i really can.

NYC factoid #2 (according to brendan of course): new yorkers are alot nicer than the rep they have been given. i suppose their image has been sullied by oh i dont know, THE CRACK EPIDEMIC. yea thats word, but overall people show love, i mean hey i guess its a karmic thing, like you never know when you're gonna see a certain person again or you dont know who someone is so you would rather keep it kosher just to save the apologies for being passive and ish.

city so nice they had to name it twice

so the week is over, so to speak, still lots to do...schools out for a week which is the SHIT. got a plane ticket and NYC waiting...cannot wait.

probably will be keeping some kinda daily entry. will be out there for a week having fun, but hey maybe i will put up some kind of NYC tidbits when i am out there. i remember in the summer when i was out there, i turned on the tv to some channel and program after program was just talking about the secret undergrounds of the city. just crazy pipelines, so awesome. the whole city has this vibe to it, i suppose its all the people and their crazy grind and hustle. i dont know see how a young toronto buck will fit his slim self in the scene.

i suppose i can start with a factoid right now: ODB, The RZA & The GZA's family are original ...O-RIG-I-NULL New Yorkers...they are so original that they are the ones who gave over staten island to the white folks who came. CRAZY? i know!

F The Police

there is something so wonderful about saying fuck the police, it is an important statement for many of us dawning a certain tone. i am not trying to say that police only pull over black people or whatever, although i know racial profiling or just plain old societal ignorance does exist. so i am riding my bike down the street and the way the intersection is set up is the road i am riding on runs east and west and the road running north and south actually ends at the road i am riding on. so its like a T shape...anyhow i am riding and there is a red light infront of me but when i looked at the street running north i didnt see any cars so i kept riding, low and behold i see this blue uniform blow a neon whistle, and i am like what the hell is this. so he asks me all these dumb ass questions pertaining to why i did it and how i shouldnt have both earbuds in my ears riding because i may not HEAR A FIRE TRUCK OR AMBULANCE COMING DOWN THE ROAD...are you kidding me? what a dipshit, besides how does this MotherFather know how loud my tunes are in the first place. a grave assumption. so as i get stopped, two other unfortunate bastards get set aside like me...one a female who looked like she just got a talking to, and the other a fella who had to wait for mr. officer to finish with me.
so then he finishes with me, i ride off heading to the bank thinking well lemme just pay this ticket one TIME....i pause for a second and think wait i dont even know how much this ticket is for.....unfold the paper...(drums roll...heavy aticipation) ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UH OHHHHH!!!! what the fuck is this.....this whole spiel this guy gave me about cyclists hitting people in the street breaking HIPS of PEDESTRIANS ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!?!?????!!! this guys isnt serious about life. $150 preposterous REEEEDONCULOUS. FUCK THE POLICE! fuck the force as an entire GANG and overworld operation. so this calls for the obvious at this point...i have to post NWA!


here are the lyrics to follow along! :
Right about now NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren Ice Cube and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order order order. Ice Cube take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4X)







M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.>

Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfuckin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up

Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4X)


Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]>


and tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say

Fuck the police (4X)


The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>

Fuck the police (3X)

First..SHOW!

Greets N Good Day

Yesterday i did my first public display of sex symbols & love conspiracies. i got enough positive feedback, and it does actually feel like this is a really good venture. aside from that i was kinda coming down hard on myself because i havent been taking care of my voice due in part to where i decide to spend my nights and weekends and with whom i spend those times with. like i said, it was cool, i felt alright about it. but the stage also felt awful lonely...and as i was up there singing, i visualized me not being so lonely, having some folks to sing with me, maybe running abelton live, with some synth played over the beats, a percussionist or two!!! this made me happy for sure, like a paradise.

i realized that it was somewhat of an experiment i was conducting, me always putting myself in awkward situations so that i am able to draw some kind of inspiration from it. so if i can afford to, i will begin to assemble some folks who i have had my eyes on, and try to make this thang work out. so now i am more excited, a new challenge set up...so we will being seeing you soon as i promised.

bless

bp

First..

i figured i didnt like seeing the infant blackness that is the genesis of this blogspot. but alas there is nothing i wish to share just yet, and i intend to keep up with this thing as well. i will probably connect this with all the different online communities i am apart of, so put up pictures and all that jazz.

i am currently working on my first release, which will be digital for now, so look out for a posting of it, with some dope ass artwork done by my super fresh and cool partner in crime. so its an exciting time, and i hope those of you who do find your way to this page like it, and if you dont well there will still be somebodies out there who will, and IF NOT THAT, i like it! :).

anyway a bit more about me: i used to really dig comics, specifically spawn and x-men. i found myself buying alot of the spawn, cause he was a blackman and i was glad to find a comic book character to relate to, and plus it had to do with him selling his soul to the devil in the name of love for his wife. not paricularly moved by the romance part as much as it had to do with death and so on; something i was really focused on at a young age becuase of mine and many others' relationship to it (scared like birds of it). anyway i say this all to say this, that i recently found my way back into the comic world, via THE WATCHMEN. so i became one of those people that reads the book before the movie comes out, or in this case, the graphic novel (read as a LONG ASS COMIC BOOK). i saw the preview for it 3 times, because i saw the dark knight three times, not to mention to the bootleg on my ipod. and i sat in bewilderment of the stunning visuals (read as: the blue man group with 3rd eye vision capabilities) and the interesting narrative. but because its a preview i didnt know what in the sam hell was going on so i figured i would check my school library for it...and so it went. so i have started reading it and i am on the third chapter and i found something similar about the book and the preview, can you guess what it is: i dont know what in the sam hell is happening.
i told this to a friend, and she said that someone had told her something similar, and that the trick was to read it again. not exactly what i had in mind, i thought i may have cleared up the mystery so then i could compare the book to the movie and sound like one of those snotty people who talk about how the book was better :) but alas by the time the film is released, i will probably just be finishing the damn book, not cause i am slow reader, just because i was informed that iwont even know what the hell is going on by the time i am done. ahhhhh perhaps i shouldnt underestimate myself based on the opinions of others and their understanding of things.

we shall see what becomes of this young cub

bless

bp