Thursday, September 24, 2009

This dude IS the best living song writer, I don't give a shit what you say!!!!







This HONESTLY should have went on the album,



Maybe it was too Prince-ish, Gender Bending,
he could have easily sold it to Chrisette Michelle or somebody.

THIS SONG is just an other situation...



Maybe next year...I'm playin' this now.

Oh and "Popular" was the best album of '07 that NEVER came out,
it was too damn smart for a Black Man to create.
The game is unfortunate.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

This and other random things I've seen in the last few days...



Ok, now that you've had that laugh...

1) Last week, I saw a homeless 20 something white girl get spare change from a homeless looking 40 something black man with a mexican wrestler mask on in broad daylight on the corner of Monroe and State.

2) At a McDonalds...a fat manager eating the fries, and attempting to hide in the back as a customer rush came in.

3) This video...Oh and the Bears loose to the Pack then win to the "world champions".
Better yet, I seen some Steeler Fans get off the Ohare blue line to go to the game, as if everything was cool.

Too bad their trip was a waste!!!!

OH AND STAY TUNED FOR THE TOP 10 CHICAGO MOVIES, and other Top 10 things...


That is all.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Random Axe (I feel shitty for bein' 2 months behind...)



Yo,

I saw Slaughterhouse live. They was aiight...uninspired at best.

THIS HERE!!! I said it as a joke in passing maybe a month ago that Guilty and Ruck (Sean Price) should get together on some Double Deebo shit!!!!

Low and behold (with Black Milk on the boards) they're about to be the new rap trio to piss hatin' ass mufuckas off while gettin' girls do to nasty shit they shouldn't be doin'.

This gets the IL. SEAL OF APPROVAL!!!!

{click the title to hear their first single}

Friday, September 11, 2009

Why I am a Californication fan now...

Pretty much (as I add to the blog/twitting/fb polution onset) I like self destruction.
Its interesting to watch. Like a ten car pile up on the expressway. Only problem with watching, the closer you get, the more intimate it becomes with you.

And so as I write this, burning my own person candle at every angle, I've grown fond of another Showtime show, thats about to enter its third season.

Its borderline why it is "fun" to be a writer (in the most cynical, sarcastic, cliche way) and what NOT TO DO if you are a "writer" (but most writers don't believe in conventional logic so...).

Right now I'm on season 1 where he wrote the new book, then lost the book, and doesn't realize that the book is being claimed by his new "muse". As a writer, I was wondering how the truth of what they did would come to light. This is DEFINITELY an angle that I didn't see coming.

Which is why I like this show, shit happens that you DON'T see coming.

Fuck "lost", they're still lost, dumb ass show...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Wild Leek



Wild Leek
Striped Skunk town
piss runnin’ down
Dan Ryan’s leg red,
reaks of 
Public Transit love
smells,
old enchanted valentine’s
hell,
fires and mass-acres
wires and sky scraper
scratchin’ sun’s cornia.
Land of California,
Robert Johnson Rhyme
swelterin’ summertime
deffer’d dreams,
exploding raisins dried like
Sidney Poiter screamin’
about that…
Walter,
send off man,
Florida Evans sayin’
”Damn, Damn, Damn”
Genius Artistic Ghetto Children
Hustle, Flow and Limp through
Hallways of Privately owned
Science Experiments,
who don’t give a shit ‘bout
hoods wit rats,
alley’s wit cats,
street tribes barely survive
spiked wit bats, at best
at worst, scratched serial shots
spillin’ milk for material Mot,
poor out a little sacrifice
for syphilis Capone,
God of Canenites Mosquito Bite,
Drivin’ Cars into homes.
We Leak that Wild shit...
Our governors is cop like crooked,
two in a row,
our Jr. Senators took it,
to a new arena,
to another show,
only Black, look it,
both historical.
That’s that Juan Magic
Pootie Tang Talk,
Herbie Hancock,
superhero drunken
monkeees unknown
Willie Lords of Vice tragic,
Celtic Champs throw up flags
on National TV,
D.A. spit smart static
when walkin’ wit him,
Rasheed’s sense uncommon,
till Hollywood hit him.
My Island been Stony,
like them cluckas been boney.
Clowns terrorize like homey,
you had to be there.
You gon’ mob wit somebody somewhere
when Developmental Growth is arrested
to County Cot
overpopulated punch to the nose 
blood bubble snot.
Even if you could pray to Al- Ka’aba,
you still best to know ya lit.
Violation pumpkin heads have you lookin’ like
Kanye Car Accidents,
oops,
maybe that’s coincidence,
like sellin’ the same beat twice.
This is Nelson Algren’s Hustle Town,
his triangle shaped square is where
pigeons and whineno’s
freeze in peace,
nice,
this is Chicago. 

This THAT SOUTHSIDE SHIT!!!!