I spent the weekend moving into my new bedroom at the new apartment. It's just my brother and I for like a week. Completely isolated, too. No telephone hookup, no internet hookup, I don't have my cell. I've just locked myself in my room making beats and watching bootleg videos on my computer (no TV ( Read more... )

"What's he gonna do, write a poem about me ( Read more... )

Spiders rattle me.


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Out of school at 1.00PM today. Walked thirty-plus blocks (now a normal distance to walk for me) to the Shoreline Value Village and finished digging through their collection, which has grown since I was last there. Copped a really nice set of records ( Read more... )

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What for me and my brothers?A question in demand of an answer ( Read more... )

I stand firmly by my promise that I will do whatever the fuck I wanna do. And if you think otherwise, then boy-oh-boy, are you in for a rude awakening.

Readin record sleeves and
Writin rhymes to compliment
School-b-boys been
Hooked on stereo-phonics since
Fisher Price mics
Spittin' into tape-decks
Hit record, makin cassettes
Like whats next?

What's Next.Craig and Tay Tay are back at the workbench, and this time I think we may be doing a little more than just pretending to be busy. Someone tell ( Read more... )

Every now and then, I like to take part in the hip-hop custom of "bringing it back," by doing something recollective. I tend to listen to beats I've made in the past, and observe and assess the way they've evolved over time. I try to find someway to make the experience strengthen my foundation, my roots. It keeps me grounded ( Read more... )

It's Friday morning. I've spent my whole week trying to accomplish just a few things. Hasn't happened.

It's been weeks, maybe even a month since we've done any REAL work on the album. Just solitary writing, I haven't even brewed any beats.

This update was mad pointless.