Friday, November 12, 2004
"When You Are The Light...
...you are the path...keep shinin'."
~I dunno who, offa Boxcar Sessions
So I keep telling myself that, so I don't stumble on life. Seems like everyone is having the illest dreams and life challenges. Seems like a buck aint worth but 50 cents and nickle candy is virtually obsolete. The single seem lonlier then usual and impending winter ain't helping. Seems like realones still got the election blues and some need medication (WTF is that?) Seems like most folks got cosmic hives. Seems like it's becoming normal to slumber. Seems like sheep are taking over, like invasion of the body snatchers. Seems like hope is on the back of a milk carton.
And I laugh at the fact that Bill Maher got an ex-grrlfriend/sistah suing him for 9 mil. LMAO. All this time I thought he was gay. Oh shit I forgot to bite my nails for 2 whole months! Oh yeah did I say "FREE PALESTINE!"
R.I.P. Arafat...I know they poisoned ya mayne. Yeah, thank god b-ball season has sprung (((((TIMBERWOLVES!!))))) Yeah that Scott Peterson dude is GUILTY, good fo yo cragguh @$$...I hope they don't kill your apathetic waste of a life (oops 3 lives). I hope that fool rots in solitary confinement and gets haunted by violent poltergeist that make him whup his own @$$ everyday...ok I'll be nice...every week. Damn my folks are on flip mode with each other...AGAIN. This is where plans get turned upside down...AGAIN. The never ending perenial parental roller coaster. That ish is as regular and as annoying as gettin my period. Aww thank God for another angel up in Canada, "Gentle Aura" (<---click) who got me big cheezin this week with the supa-chunk of lovely deeeep soulful house beats that just gots me remembering how to dance again. BIG FAT CELESTIAL HUG RIGHT BACK AT YA SIS!!! Damn, just in time I had the trusty ICE PICK in hand ready to stab in the tongue the next street urchin on my block that decided they wanted to gets to hollering "Hey Yo, yo YO" in front of my cribs window at 2am. Yeah there are some of you prolly sitting there thinking "this grrrl needs to get laid." I ain't nothing to eff wit right now in case it's not painfully obvious. WTF ever with the "she need a boinkin'" bit. Save that ish for the feeble minded, a little love and maybe a genuine hug will do and music goes a helluva long way, for the irritated lurking in the swamp. Lawd, Ramadan is over tomorrow and this is the first year I didn't falter not one day, all though I pretty sure that has added to my biting mood, it aint been easy but quite a needed experience as it wraps up.
Think. Wait. Fast. In sha 'a-llah.
But back to my rant...
Oh least I forget, Omi, Yo I got nothing but love for ya man. But you can take that ain't-nufin-wrong-with-hip-hop-its-yall crap and shove it in your radio! Who are you to have a problem with people enjoying looking back on their yout' and realizing how jacked ish is, yet still recognizing how good ish can be. Spare the nostalgics your biting tirades of how everyone else has got something wrong with them and "hip-hop" ain't sick. 1, 2, 5, 10 muddah phuckin artist can't hold down the whole genre gatdamit. So there =P Mr. I wishiwasinnycsoIcanreminiscewithalltherestoftheoldheads. Yeah what happened to ol' heads. Ol' heads are allowed to be ol' heads...leash that ish on the young and dumb. *snickerin* Yeah I been around hip-hop since I can remember being 5 sitting in my window in Park Hill Projects watching the teenagers jack the lightpost to bump a real turntable and some speakers in the middle of the street. Yeah I too wasbattling little boys in the hallways of my building with dougie fresh on the radio doing back spins and pop lockin. Yeah I remember washing my families clothes in the laundry-mat listing to Licensed to Ill. I remember taggin' everywhere. I remember Whistle's buggin out and the first time I hear 3ft high and rising. I remember x-clan and that ring in dudes nose disturbing me. I remember LL talking bout "they jingling baby" seeing ATCQ live onstage as I snuck into clubs all underage, when you wern't gonna hear a damn song that was out the souf. I remember Mobb Deep with a video looking like a Jamacia Queens low budget house party talking bout "hittem from the back". I remember first hearing Biggie's "party and bullshit" when he was Biggie and not B.I.G. I remember when The Source actually had credibility. I remember Rap Pages and 4080 mags and rock steady reunions offa 96 street. I remember all nighters at DnD studio and various others...and sooooo much more. I haven't read this ish in an article I lived it just like a bunch of other 30sumfin's. I done earn'd the right to say wtf I wanna bout hip-hop and not have ya barking at me if I say it. This ish hip-hop got goin on is far from "it", I don't care who you say is hot and keeping it running...they better! Cause at this rate they gonna have to coin it something else in the next 10 years as it drifts away from the source. So excuse me for remembering. But it aint up to you to decide who's thoughts and memories are valid, nor for you to downplay them for anyone based on this crap we are inundated with. So chill wit dat, aaight. I mean damn from one music snob to another that aint right. As my high school teachers would flip on me while I tried to shove a valid point in their ears...write a report on it. HUMPH!-in that b-grrrl stance.
I don't like how you're talking to me!
Yeah so effin what the entry is all over the kitchen floor. Alla you ain't sane no how. We all squirrels trying to get some nuts anyhow...some looking for macadamias, others looking for peanuts, a few looking for some cashews. I'm not messin with you unshelled sunflower seed mf's. *wink*
So to lighten up a bit, I'm gonna pick my attitude off the floor now and gets to mailing some of the lil bit of love in some tlc packages. Let alone actually force myself to RELAX! It ain't that hectic is it?
stillchasingrainbows.
...you are the path...keep shinin'."
~I dunno who, offa Boxcar Sessions
So I keep telling myself that, so I don't stumble on life. Seems like everyone is having the illest dreams and life challenges. Seems like a buck aint worth but 50 cents and nickle candy is virtually obsolete. The single seem lonlier then usual and impending winter ain't helping. Seems like realones still got the election blues and some need medication (WTF is that?) Seems like most folks got cosmic hives. Seems like it's becoming normal to slumber. Seems like sheep are taking over, like invasion of the body snatchers. Seems like hope is on the back of a milk carton.
And I laugh at the fact that Bill Maher got an ex-grrlfriend/sistah suing him for 9 mil. LMAO. All this time I thought he was gay. Oh shit I forgot to bite my nails for 2 whole months! Oh yeah did I say "FREE PALESTINE!"
R.I.P. Arafat...I know they poisoned ya mayne. Yeah, thank god b-ball season has sprung (((((TIMBERWOLVES!!))))) Yeah that Scott Peterson dude is GUILTY, good fo yo cragguh @$$...I hope they don't kill your apathetic waste of a life (oops 3 lives). I hope that fool rots in solitary confinement and gets haunted by violent poltergeist that make him whup his own @$$ everyday...ok I'll be nice...every week. Damn my folks are on flip mode with each other...AGAIN. This is where plans get turned upside down...AGAIN. The never ending perenial parental roller coaster. That ish is as regular and as annoying as gettin my period. Aww thank God for another angel up in Canada, "Gentle Aura" (<---click) who got me big cheezin this week with the supa-chunk of lovely deeeep soulful house beats that just gots me remembering how to dance again. BIG FAT CELESTIAL HUG RIGHT BACK AT YA SIS!!! Damn, just in time I had the trusty ICE PICK in hand ready to stab in the tongue the next street urchin on my block that decided they wanted to gets to hollering "Hey Yo, yo YO" in front of my cribs window at 2am. Yeah there are some of you prolly sitting there thinking "this grrrl needs to get laid." I ain't nothing to eff wit right now in case it's not painfully obvious. WTF ever with the "she need a boinkin'" bit. Save that ish for the feeble minded, a little love and maybe a genuine hug will do and music goes a helluva long way, for the irritated lurking in the swamp. Lawd, Ramadan is over tomorrow and this is the first year I didn't falter not one day, all though I pretty sure that has added to my biting mood, it aint been easy but quite a needed experience as it wraps up.
Think. Wait. Fast. In sha 'a-llah.
But back to my rant...
Oh least I forget, Omi, Yo I got nothing but love for ya man. But you can take that ain't-nufin-wrong-with-hip-hop-its-yall crap and shove it in your radio! Who are you to have a problem with people enjoying looking back on their yout' and realizing how jacked ish is, yet still recognizing how good ish can be. Spare the nostalgics your biting tirades of how everyone else has got something wrong with them and "hip-hop" ain't sick. 1, 2, 5, 10 muddah phuckin artist can't hold down the whole genre gatdamit. So there =P Mr. I wishiwasinnycsoIcanreminiscewithalltherestoftheoldheads. Yeah what happened to ol' heads. Ol' heads are allowed to be ol' heads...leash that ish on the young and dumb. *snickerin* Yeah I been around hip-hop since I can remember being 5 sitting in my window in Park Hill Projects watching the teenagers jack the lightpost to bump a real turntable and some speakers in the middle of the street. Yeah I too wasbattling little boys in the hallways of my building with dougie fresh on the radio doing back spins and pop lockin. Yeah I remember washing my families clothes in the laundry-mat listing to Licensed to Ill. I remember taggin' everywhere. I remember Whistle's buggin out and the first time I hear 3ft high and rising. I remember x-clan and that ring in dudes nose disturbing me. I remember LL talking bout "they jingling baby" seeing ATCQ live onstage as I snuck into clubs all underage, when you wern't gonna hear a damn song that was out the souf. I remember Mobb Deep with a video looking like a Jamacia Queens low budget house party talking bout "hittem from the back". I remember first hearing Biggie's "party and bullshit" when he was Biggie and not B.I.G. I remember when The Source actually had credibility. I remember Rap Pages and 4080 mags and rock steady reunions offa 96 street. I remember all nighters at DnD studio and various others...and sooooo much more. I haven't read this ish in an article I lived it just like a bunch of other 30sumfin's. I done earn'd the right to say wtf I wanna bout hip-hop and not have ya barking at me if I say it. This ish hip-hop got goin on is far from "it", I don't care who you say is hot and keeping it running...they better! Cause at this rate they gonna have to coin it something else in the next 10 years as it drifts away from the source. So excuse me for remembering. But it aint up to you to decide who's thoughts and memories are valid, nor for you to downplay them for anyone based on this crap we are inundated with. So chill wit dat, aaight. I mean damn from one music snob to another that aint right. As my high school teachers would flip on me while I tried to shove a valid point in their ears...write a report on it. HUMPH!-in that b-grrrl stance.
I don't like how you're talking to me!
Yeah so effin what the entry is all over the kitchen floor. Alla you ain't sane no how. We all squirrels trying to get some nuts anyhow...some looking for macadamias, others looking for peanuts, a few looking for some cashews. I'm not messin with you unshelled sunflower seed mf's. *wink*
So to lighten up a bit, I'm gonna pick my attitude off the floor now and gets to mailing some of the lil bit of love in some tlc packages. Let alone actually force myself to RELAX! It ain't that hectic is it?
stillchasingrainbows.
