2012 Hip-Hop song of the year. Shouts to @Skyzoo and @9thWonderMusic
So soulful. One of my favorites
She just gives off this energy, and I catch it, it’s beautiful. I’m enamored in it, I never want it to leave. It’s like I lose sight of the rest of the world, nothing else matters when I’m around her. It’s been two years in the making. I can’t quite describe it, I can’t quite put it all in words but it’s an energy, and it’s something that I never want to lose. I’ve went through my trials and tribulations. I’ve fallen and gotten back up. I believe everything does happen for a reason. I believe we are here for a purpose. I believe love is beautiful and so is life. I believe that her beauty helps me realize this. I believe her beauty gives off this energy. But more than just her beauty, her glowing personality and optimism through life’s troubles makes her that much more amazing to me. She works hard, she’s intelligent, she’s funny, she’s strong, she has a beautiful voice, she is effortlessly gorgeous. I don’t believe I’ve caught feelings or have fallen, I just think that I’ve realized the beauty that is there for me. I need to play my cards right, and I cannot afford to make the same mistakes that I’ve made in the past. I can’t cling or feel dependent. I’ve grown and matured throughout the years. My life has been a continued learning process and it’s beautiful. I believe there is someone out there for us to complete and better us. Maybe that’s why everything else has failed. I’ve learned patience and I know that my best interests are waiting for me. I just have to realize this and never look back.
I wanna tell you everything I hear,
But if I do, I fear the truth just might disappear,
I’ve had a feeling, ever since the first beginning,
I guess I started twice, but I never felt an ending,
I feel the pressure, it’s weighing on my shoulders,
It’s heavy as boulders, i am debt free but I still owe ya,
Contradictions and convictions rule the land,
We like to tell these lies, spin the bottle and just dare,
See the truth, is not embedded in me,
All I can do now, is just look, and tell you “see,”
It’s up to us, to view it and pursue it,
A challenge fighting stupid, when he’s always in your rear view,
You gotta move on, and get on beside me,
'Cause if we fade away you're gonna wish you were behind me,
'Cause if we fade away, I cannot waste another day,
Let bygones be bygones, I’ll tell you “it’s okay,”
But that’s for later, I’m falling and you notice,
I saw it through your lens and I just put it all in focus
Gonna post every time a new song plays on my shuffle while I study. Interested to see all the stuff I listen to
1. The Temptations - “Don’t Look Back”
2. Little Brother - “5th and Fashion” (Skit)
3. Ab-Soul - “SOPA” (feat. Schoolboy Q)
4. A Perfect Circle - “The Noose”
5. Pro Era - “Natural” (feat. Dessy Hinds & Nyck Caution)
6. Jay-Z - “Regrets”
7. Kendrick Lamar - “m.A.A.d city” (feat. MC Eiht)
8. Def Leppard - “Two Steps Behind” (Acoustic Version)
9. Ozzy Osbourne - “See You On The Other Side”
10. Guns ‘N Roses - “Live and Let Die”
11. Jay-Z - “Feelin’ It” (feat. Mecca)
12. Common - “Drivin’ Me Wild” (feat. Lily Allen)
13. Jay-Z - “Cashmere Thoughts”
14. Ab-Soul - “Black Lip Bastard” (Remix feat. Black Hippy)
15. Jodeci - Xs We Share
16. Candlebox - Simple Lessons
17. Metallica - Fuel
18. Little Brother - Beautiful Morning
19. Pete Rock - Hip Hopcrisy
20. RiFF RAFF - Time
21. Filter - Take A Picture
22. Little Brother - Lovin’ It
23. Luther Vandross - Wait For Love
24. Nas - Black Girl Lost
25. Notorious B.I.G. - My Downfall
26. Ab-Soul - Beautiful Death (feat. Punch)
27. The Pharcyde - She Said
28. Fabrashay A - Lil Penny
29. Joey Bada$$ - Pennyroyal
30. Ne-yo - Mad
31. Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe
32. Seether - Take Me Away
33. Candlebox - Far Behind
34. Joey Bada$$ - Don’t Front (feat. CJ Fly)
35. Common - The Light (Prod. by J Dilla)
36. Led Zeppelin - That’s The Way
37. J Dilla - Love Movin’ (feat. Black Thought)
38. Giraffage - Close 2 Me
39. Def Leppard - Bringin’ On The Heartbreak
40. Slum Village - Eyes Up
41. Rush - Tom Sawyer
42. Pete Rock - Smooth Sailing
43. Ab-Soul - Terrorist Threats (feat. Danny Brown)
44. Fabrashay A - King Vada Interlude
45. J Dilla - Glazed
46. Kendrick Lamar - Now or Never (feat. Mary J Blige)
47. Eminem - My Name Is
48. Metallica - Wherever I May Roam
49. Rush - The Spirit of Radio
50. Big K.R.I.T. - Porchlight (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
51. Limp Bizkit - My Way
52. Pearl Jam - Black
53. Kendrick Lamar - Backseat Freestyle
54. Michael Jackson - The Girl is Mine
55. J Dilla - Light My Fire
56. Slum Village - Raise It Up
57. Led Zeppelin - Misty Mountain Hop
Alright, that’s enough.
I hate this part of Twitter yo.
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I haven’t written any poetry or any verses in awhile….so here goes nothing
I want to tell you that I love you,
But would you believe?
That securing your heart is the only goal I want to achieve,
I’ve been beaten and shattered, and made to feel like I am worthless
Without your compassion, this condition may worsen,
We shouldn’t feel empty when love is to be,
But at times we feel attached and can’t even leave,
How can I lose something that was never really mine?
You were always my girl when it came to my mind,
I’ve had visions of a future, and it’s oh so pretty,
But only if you oblige to take a chance with me,
You’re beautiful, your aura is of prominence,
I see the God within you, and my heart is where the promise is
So today, I copped Little Brother’s 2005 album “The Minstrel Show,” and I am very impressed. Obviously, being a fan of 9th Wonder, I’ve known of Little Brother, but today is the first time I’ve really sat down and listened to their music for an extended period of time. Definitely an album I suggest you guys go out and purchase. I got it for $4, so it won’t break the bank either. There are several beats on that album, that when I hear them, I just get the urge to write. On my last mixtape, I had a joint over their beat from “Not Enough,” but I really want to write to “Loving It.” Classic instrumentals, with amazing samples. 9th is a wizard on the boards. But like I said, I’ve wanted to write to those beats all night, but I can’t seem to get out of this writer’s block that I’m in. Hopefully this post helps me break out of that, and I’d like to have some sort of finished product by the end of the night. If not, I will just save it for another day. That’s the beauty of music, it never leaves.
I am frustrated with the complacency that has been embedded within the listeners of hip hop. We have a genre in decline, severe decline. For anyone who has studied hip hop, you can definitely agree that the substance and message of our beloved music has diminished. Since corporate America found that hip hop could become an enormous cash cow, they have set out to dumb down, and keep the black community (the primary listener/artist base) at a stand still. And what frustrates me the most, is that people just don’t realize this. Never again will you hear a song like Grandmaster Flash’s “The Message,” Public Enemy’s “Fight the Power” or even Common’s “I Used To Love H.E.R.” on the radio. If you have any idea on how corporate America operates, you know that it is controlled by an elite ruling class. This elite ruling class has a history of trying to demonize and demoralize the black community. It has been prevalent in America’s history. Record executives in today’s society push an agenda that pays young African-Americans to promote a negative lifestyle, and further reinforce the stereotypes that have been placed on the black American male. Until we wake up, and realize that hip hop is a culture that at one point had a political stronghold in the urban community, we will allow this down slope to persist. As many emcees have said in the past, this goes deeper than rap.
So, I was on Facebook just now, and my good friend Daniel (@Nardster) sent me an instant message. I’m going to show you guy how this ended.
Daniel: Fuck finals.
Me: I know dude, fuck em hard
Daniel: Without lube.
Me: In the ass
Daniel: Hardcore eye contact.
Me: Then never ever call em back
Daniel: And then run into them at the supermarket six years later and shit gets weird.
Me: Then ask em if they want to meet somewhere and get coffee, they agree, and then you never meet them
Daniel: And then you drunkenly send them an email filled with racial slurs even though they’re the same race as you.
Me: They proceed to send you a friend request on Facebook, you accept and spend three hours looking through their photos seeing how they have gained a lot of weight over the years, and it makes you feel better on the inside
Daniel: But then you see that they volunteer at the local animal shelter in their free time and feel like a dick. Then you take them up on that coffee, find out they have the same dreams, aspirations and music taste, and you marry them. It’s a beautiful wedding, and both of your parents are very proud.
Me: After seven years of solid marriage, you run into their cousin, Quarters, and you realize that she is the upgraded version of your wife. You proceed to walk her out to her car, and she asks you if you could help her load her groceries into the car. So you agree. In this process, you accidentally caress her ass. This turns her on and you eventually find your way to her apartment, where you have crazy sex. You wake up at 7am the next morning with 147 missed calls from your wife and rush home while thinking of an alibi to tell your wife
Daniel: You think of an amazing, full-proof alibi, but as you approach your wife and she gives you an evil leer, you can only mouth the words “I fucked a cat.” She’s stunned. You’re stunned. Why did you say that? The weird part is she says, “That’s sexy.” You’re freaking out—so much, in fact, that your heart gives way and you have a mild heart attack. She calls 911.
Me: You wake up in a hospital to find Bonzi Wells is your surgeon. Shocked that 1-Wells is still alive, and 2-that he has found success outside of the NBA, you go into cardiac arrest. You eventually go into a coma and have delirious dreams about Quarters and how you wish you were Mormon so you could fuck both of them every night. Once you wake up, you forget your entire existence and assume the role of Scott Pennington, a 38 year old stocks broker from Massachusetts who enjoys a good steak and runs on the beach during brisk winter mornings.
Daniel: Life is going swimmingly—you’re rich, handsome and all-around successful—but you feel as if you’re missing something. For years you ignore that feeling in the pit of your gut, but it begins to force its way to the surface. This is about the time your past begins to haunt you. You begin waking up in the middle of the night—heart thrusting and covered in sweat—due to visions that you keep having. The visions aren’t clear initially, but as time goes on, they become more coherent.
Me: And on a cold October morning, you finally realize the visions. For the past six months, you have been seeing what may have happened if Chris Webber hadn’t called a timeout against North Carolina in the 1992 National Championship. This frightens you. As a proud fan of collegiate sports, you begin to shiver every time you even think about sleeping. For the next three months, you have dreams of Jalen Rose having a successful NBA career and never working for ESPN. Without Rose’s existence on ESPN, Stephen A Smith resumes a bigger role on the network. Each night results in terrible tremors because the sound of Stephen A screaming the name of Kwame Brown through your ear drums has become overwhelming. You begin thinking about suicide
Daniel: Thoughts of suicide shroud your brain for several months. The time finally comes. Being a fan of Japanese culture, you prepare your own “seppuku.” Just as you raise the sword to plunge into the pit of your stomach, you hear a voice in a distance: “Don’t do it.” Perplexed, you look around you frantically. “Show yourself, coward!” you call out. “It’s OK,” says an amorphous figure in front of you. The figure stabilizes, and you can’t believe what you’re seeing—it’s the ghost of Chris Benoit, wearing nothing but wrestling spandex. He looks glorious. “Suicide isn’t the answer,” he says. “Besides, you don’t even have a signature wrestling move. You can’t die without a signature wrestling move.” You nod in agreement.
Me: THE END
This is the greatest conversation that has ever taken place on Facebook. And a wonderful improv story as well. Reblog if you agree
As I keep attempting to focus on studying for final exams, I just can’t bring myself to it. Whether it be the amazing conversations that are active within my Twitter feed, or the hip-hop debates I’m engaging in on Facebook, studying just isn’t the move tonight. It would be ideal to focus on this Earth Science exam I have tomorrow, but it seems much more important to discuss whether or not Nas will go down as a better emcee than Jay-Z, and if Reasonable Doubt is an overrated album. I seem to be my happiest when I am constantly talking hip hop, and tonight is one of those nights. So fuck it, I’ll see how happy I am tomorrow when I finally take this exam. Hip-Hop since ‘92.
F*ck all you Mac Miller stans…the original will always be the best
Another classic. My favorite @Common album. RIP Dilla