Acapella: OverKill.

What's good people?!? With life tha way it is, ya wanna hear lyrics that speak to ya. With that said, with all tha violence, doom and gloom.. I came across some a song that reeeallly spoke to tha soul.

It's by tha band "Men at Work". (Don't judge..It's not what cha think.) Tha name of tha track is called OVERKILL. To me.. It speaks to tha uneasiness.. tha apprehension..tha hope. Tha lyrics are simple..but speaks on tha complex.

Ladies and gentleman, I give you...Men at Work's Overkill.



I can't get to sleep, I think about the implications.Of diving in too deep, And possibly the complications. Especially at night I worry over situations, I know will be alright, Perahaps its just my imagination.
Day after day it reappears...Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away.

Alone between the sheets, Only brings exasperation. It's time to walk the streets, Smell the desperation. At least there's pretty lights...And though there's little variation, It nullifies the night...From overkill. Day after day it reappears, Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away.

I can't get to sleep...I think about the implications.Of diving in too deep, And possibly the complications. Especially at night, I worry over situations. I know will be alright... It's just overkill. Day after day it reappears...Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away.



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FreeStyle: She's got game.

* Puts on Jay-Z's "Black" Album..turns volume up* Aiight... I'm jus' droppin this trip, to show I actually still have a life. To go out on a weekend, and have a good time is a rarity now. With all tha high azz prices, and low azz entertainment value, it has really become "Party and Bullshit".

This weekend was pretty together. I went to go hear Stacy Kidd and Mz.Nicky at Revelations (Rev's) Saturday nite. (Note: as much as I've gone there..and paid ..AND...drank *Cranberry Juice* ANNND...wrote bout it...tha VIP section should be called "Tha MATT wing")

Let's jus' start off by statin' that...tha place was friggin' packed!!! At 10:30 it was enough scattered azz, and big dudes to fill a "Myspace" rappers video. keep in mind, it was an OVER 30 crowd, but some of us are not lettin' go of tha UNDER 30 attitude. (It makes my material sooooo friggin' easy!!) Some of us REALLLY need to stay inside on tha weekend and watch reruns of "Law and Order:WhatevaThaPhuck"

Tha music was High Powered by tha Divine 1's Mz. Nicky. BOTTOM LINE: She was vicious on tha 1's and 2's!!!!! She played shit, that took my azz back to bein' 5!!! (Don't....say...sh....) Her attack on tha turntables..was, SIMPLY AWE-PHUCKIN-SOME. She had complete control of tha room.

AND THEN... It was time for Mr. "House 4 Life" Stacy Kidd. QUESTION: How come when Stacy walked in, He looked like that scene in tha movie "Face Off", when Nicolas Cage stepped off tha plane?!? (Doves and all) But once he stepped into tha DJ booth...It was all she wrote. From tha first track played, He put it down for his city.

NOW.. I also have to give ONE LOVE props, to tha CEO that brought tha elements of tha atmosphere together. In an industry that does'nt give enough props to women (Except by sexist bullshit.) I would like say THANK YOU, to LaTonya St. Clair of LaStreet Promotions, for puttin' some INTEGRITY in tha game. I heard That she's branching out in tha area. If you get a chance to go to one of her parties...PHUCKIN GO ALREADY!!!! She embodies tha spirit of tha game. (In a "Man's" game..she's tha essence of a Hustla.)

Well..that's tha damn weekend. I need find some other shit to do, on tha weekend. Find me anotha spot to people-watch in. Find me a show to go to. Find me an activity...(Not that FaceBook "Mafia" shit.)

Let me know. mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 orrrr www.twitter.com/mayhemm09 P.S. If ya reeally want to know some of my party comments...check out my Facebook Statues and Twitter profile. (Shit's funny.)

Track 25. Slice my life open.

Ahhh...Here comes that part of tha therapy that, we make anotha breakthrough. Ya ever open up that part of your life, that makes you..YOU? And when ya do, it make you give thanks to those that contributed to your "inner makeup" ? I'm havin' one of those moments as we speak.

I always had some understandin' of who I am, and what I stand for. But recently I felt an overwhelming sense of soul-searchin' to dive deeper into tha nasty-azz abyss that makes me....ME.

With that said, I feel a need to thank those that have contributed to who I am, as well as, tha ability to do and achieve tha things I've done. (WARNING: May contain harsh reality.)

DEAR DAD:

Ya never were tha easiest person to talk to sooo.. I hope ya get a chance to read this. I would like to say THANK YOU for tha gift of life. Thank you for instilling in me, tha definition of being a man. Thank you for showin' me tha meaning of "Stand for something or fall for anything". Thank you for teaching me to never back down from no man. Thank you for showin' me intelligence wins over brute strength. NOW...

We never had that "Courtship of Eddie's father" relationship that others had. most of what you've shown me, came by observing, not by teaching. Some of your words were cruel, harsh, and mean-spirited. And then sometimes.. I got tha impression that you just did'nt give a damn. With some of tha things you've said,and done to me, I've "Swallowed a LOT of razor blades". Out of tha respect of you bein' my dad. When or even if, you read this, just know that I still respect and love you.. even though some things are still bitter pills.

DEAR MOMMA:

THANK YOU for tha gift of life. Thank you for instilling in me tha emotion of love. Thank you my sense of humor. Thank you for my "Wordplay". Thank you for my ability to make music. "MOMMY.. You're tha reason my words, my beats, and my soul make a marriage, why I act and write above average, and without you...I aint shit". Thank you for givin' me tha gift bein' blunt,harsh, and radiant, all in tha same breath. NOW....

While you are tha most loving woman in my life, You've said some things that have crushed my spirit. Your brutal honest nature, has always left me sometimes, in tatters. While you are tha prototype, for tha woman, I would want to marry, You're also tha woman I fear. Also in tha same breath you rip me to pieces, you give me tha strength to bounce back. You are tha classic "Enigma wrapped in a riddle" AND... I LOVE YOU AS THA DAY IS LONG.

Aiight... there ya have it. No fancy way of endin' this rant but to say...This is how I look, sliced open.

Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or... FaceBook me..Orrrrr. follow my sliced up life on Twitter (Mayhemm09).

Spread yo-self out.

Short..sweet and to tha point. I don't think this is gonna be a long, drawn out rant. (Stop tha damn clappin'.) All I really want to stress on this trip, is that...life's tooo short to not inspire, encourage and help others around us. You got to where you are, by emulatin' someone you've come across.

It's reaaallly important that we take what we learned, and PAY IT FORWARD. You don't realize, that your errrrday life inspires others. People sometimes choose their paths by tha company they keep. If that's tha case, then you need bring yo "A" game when it comes to inspiration.

Keep in mind, we cross each other's paths for a reason. Whether it's 10 seconds, months, or years...we have tha potential, to pass on tha radiant in us.

AIIIGHT! back to our regularly scheduled program.

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This sh*t's a religion.

*Stands in mirror in "Chicago Cubs" fitted cap pulled down imatating Jay-Z's "Tha Black Album"album cover. Steps to mic...puts earphones on.. Waits for tha beat* Let me tesify in 5...4...3...2...

FRIDAY NITE.
MANNN....Can REV'S in Country Club Hills IL. get any more on damn fire?!? Tha scene that nite was like more like a church revival, (Like tha Blues Brothers)than a club. How many nitespots you know, that are on and poppin' at 10 tha hell o'clock? (Think bout' it...I'll wait.)

Tha spot was packed at 10!!...Ten?!? yeah, I said it..TEN!! And it only got reallly crowded towards 11:30/Midnite!! And tha music....and tha phuckin music!!...TWO WORDS....SIMPLY AMAZIN'!!!.. ONE LOVE to all tha DJ's of tha nite. DJ Blendz, E-Smoove, and Liddell "NUNU" Townsend. Tha music was tha stuff , addictions are made of ! Tha beats of tha nite, drove tha crowd into a damn frenzy. NOTE: THERE IS NOT A GENRE OF MUSIC AS ESTATIC AS HOUSE MUSIC!! (Stop me if I lie!)You can tell tha music, healed a lot of souls on this trip.

And tha people?!?!....Mannn listennn... Tha music was tha paint , and tha people were tha canvas. (My poetic azz.) It did tha heart good, to see people lose themselves in tha moments. Well..there were some honorable mentions (Herrre we gooo...) Like tha dude that was dancin' wit tha speaker. Look... I don't mind any guy, that's by hisself to do tha "Two Step". But.. when ya start makin advances to tha speaker.. to quote my Grandma Cleopatra "That's jus nasty baby" What happens if tha speaker, don't like you like that. Don't be surprised if it brings you up on charges.

And to my ladies...if ya decide to do a "Ladies nite" out..be careful when tha "Inner Nasty Azz" flag goes up...that people don't witness those "Experimental" moments. (Ya know what i'm talkin' bout') Oh yeahhh..ladies some of ya'll should have to go through an application process to wear sleeveless...uh any damn thang! When ya arms resemble a flyin' squirrel underneath...go wit short phuckin' sleeves at least. Oh fellas.. stop laffin' cause' uh...It's a party setting. Why did some of ya'll come in wearin' shorts and muscle shirts, like we're playin' a pick up game at tha YMCA?!? Spend tha damn money and get some jeans and a decent pair of shoes...not those broke-azz Protege's ya wearin' (P.S. them shits is ugly..Women are not feelin' them)

And, ya gotta love Tha Black Star power that was in tha building. ONE LOVE to tha grammy award winning producers of Hula and Maurice Joshua and Azza K. Fingers, who were tha "Tha Conglomerate" of tha nite. And don't think I did'nt notice, Chicago's Tightest Female DJ..SunDance (Talent, Brains and Beauty...My lawd..) Totally holdin' it down wit tha crowd. All in all..this shindig was alll FAB.. ONE LOVE TO MY TRU'S ...Arlene M..Marc A., My dude Quincy, Big Eric D.,Tha Divine Ms Keeba.Tha Sultry Ms. Shon... and tha Beeeeauuutiful staff at Rev's.

SATURDAY NITE.
Back to tha scene of tha crime. (Yeah.. I realize It seems.. this is tha only place I go..but hell... At least I support..how bout' you?!?) This time, this is tha Saturday Revelations set featuring Byron Burke. (Ten City) I gotta show extreme love to tha Divine Ms. LaToya ST. Clair, and her street team of Lastreet Promotions, for some Sophisticated Grown and Sexyness. Tha music AGAIN was eclectic and colorful Big ups to DJ Debonair for takin it back to tha days of "Karate" shoes and "John Wayne" shirts (Don't act like ya can't remember!) And tha street team themselves were Modeled After their Boss...Brains and Beauty woven effectivly.

Now... don't think that this crowd, was more put together...PHUCKSSSS NO!! To My big dudes. If you're goin' to wear a chain, Make sure tha chain and pendant are loong tha hell enough!! Don't come in lookin' like, you're wearin' a gold choker!!!Fellas.. If ya chain gets tangled up in ya chest hair, GO IN THA BATHROOM AND SHAVE!! It looks like ya chain, is tangled in taco meat! OH LADIES.... Is there a reason that even if you can't balance, ya thickness in heels, ya still wear em'? There's a fine line between walkin wit grace, and walkin like you workin tha low end of Cicero Ave!

And for all. It was tooo crowded for an attitude. Some contributed to tha crowdin', by not goin to tha gym once in a while.

But. this set is a "MUST GO!!" For Saturday Nites! Drop in and see how Ms. ST.Clair and tha crew do it. SPECIAL ONE LOVE TO Mr. Thel Davis of REV'S AT 18221 PULASKI IN COUNTRY CLUB HILLS IL!! It does'nt get anymore professional or classy than you.


AIIIGHT! If there's any other events on ANYBODY'S agenda that I should see..(Or Emcee..Hint..hint..Can't keep workin' at Stuckey's all my life) hit me up @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com orrrrr...follow my shenanigans on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) orrrrrr FaceBook me (Shirts on please.)

Track 24. (Internet Charm School.)

"Let's see what we can phuck wit next!" Usually when I echo these words, It usually means i'm about to go a lil' ape-shit. (No Darwin reference) Look...let's talk about this beast...this...machine...this rude sommmabitch called Tha Internets.

Aiiight..let's go all in. With any great device or interlectual aid, there are those that use these tools, for tha good and strengthening of one's self and others. And then...there are those who come along and...uh..how do I say this for my sensitive readers...ehhh...AH! YOU'RE PHUCKIN IT UP FOR ERRRONE ELSE.

LOOK! i've accepted tha fact, that tha internets is errybody's game. But, shit guys some of tha Coonery, Beanery and Douchebaggery that's bein' seen is down-phuckin-right sad. let me go "All phuckin in!!!"

To some of my "Myspace" and "Facebook" rappers/singers. (Some alleged) QUESTION: if I don't wanna hear yo "Casio Keyboard Mixtape vol.who gives a shit" in reeeally real life, what make ya think I wanna go to www. border line homo-thuggery.com and hear that shit in MP3?!? Oh yeah...what part of tha thuggery included goin' on these sites, askin' to be a "friend" wit ya damn shirt off?!? (Don't laugh singers..I got you too!)

To tha singers....PICK...A...DAMN...LANE! you can't be sexy,freaky,naughty,nasty, and then all of a sudden, you singin like ya tryin' out for a Tyler Perry play! As for askin' to be my "friend"...LADIES I rrreeeally don't care if your "Sweater Meat" (Clevage) is showin' It does'nt make you that much friendly. To all: Let ya talent show (And it will show.) leave tha gimmicks alone.

NOW...last but not least....EVERYBODY. For tha most part, I love tha positive feedback (And some negative) that i've seen. I cherish tha sentiments and scriptures that are displayed. They show that there is a thriving good in us all. AND THEN...ya got those that jus errry time ya look around..they're CONSTANTLY lettin ya know, that "Tha devil is all around them"

Reaally?!?! I mean phuckin reeeally?!? If that's tha case,and.. ElDiablo is chilln' at ya crib, How come cancer is'nt cured?!? How come tha war aint over?!?! How come kids are dyin' on our streets?!? How come some "Myspace" rappers/singers are still alive?!? (Ya thought it too.) Look...get over this "Whoa is me" shit. Sure, we all go into that dark place once in a while, but nothin'...nothin stays dark forever. Hell...even tha black hole is surrounded by bright stars.

I know this beast belongs to errybody (I stress that.) but let's try a refreshin' concept..BE...ONES...SELF. This beast, if used properly can enhance. If you're a stutterin' stammerin' idiot in reeally real life, chances are..you're gonna live on this bitch. And that's bad because some people STILL believe, that ya need personality.

For those that wonder,... I talk it how I live it. Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or FaceBook me (Shirts on pleease.) or follow this life on Twitter (Mayhemm09) ONE LOVE.

Freestyle. (Question it all)

*Movin' through tha crowd* "Matt Lloyd...Full fledged heathen.... damn glad to meet cha." What's good my pretties? What's goin' on? what's here? what's hip? what's now? I jus' wanted to drop a line to say hi. (Other words: No specific sh*t to write.) Ya know me...I people watch. (No stalkin' or "American Beauty") Tha followin' is a series questions that I need phuckin' answers to...Heeerrre weeeee gooooo...

Why do tha most ugliest actin' men and women, have tha strongest smell of self-esteem?!? Why are we obsessed wit "Keepin' up wit tha Joneses"?!? Why don't we honor and tell people we love them while they're here, instead of when they die?!? Why is love so hard to come by?!? How come people can communicate via social networkin' sites, but they're stutterin',stammerin' idiots when in person?!?

Why does'nt Monostat make a extra strength cream for guys that wear skinny jeans, and tooo tight t-shirts?!? Why when some women wear wigs,why do some look of em' look like that hooker in "Car Wash"?!? Why would a guy pay 2500$ for a car, only to put 8000$ worth of wheels, and 7000$ worth of sound system?!? Why would a woman by 300$ Manolo sandals, only to have her feet look like Mini-knuckles?!?

Why would you get pissed off if ya buy a piece of jewelry at a kiosk in tha mall ,and it turns colors?!? (IT'S FROM A DAMN KIIIIOSSSK) Not a store. Ladies..why can't tha guy who you buy your purses from, get better immigrants to stitch them together?!? (Also..some of that sh*t..naturally looks fake.) Fellas ...why do you insist on wantin' two women at tha same time, when you're steadily disappointin' tha on you have?!? (Read a book..watch a movie..learn sumthin.) Is there a reason why you can sport 200$ jeans...200$ sneakers...300$ leather jacket..but you're beggin' your co-workers for 5$?!?

Now that I've left this steamy pile on tha lawn...think of tha questions you want answered. Tha object of tha game is, never jus' accept anything for what it looks, or sounds like. ASK.

Aiight..operators are standin' by. Hit me @ mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or FaceBook me (Fellas..why do some of ya'll have ya shirts off in ya photo?!?) or follow me on tha Twitter (MAYHEMM09)*funny sh*t ensues*