BIOGRAPHY.
In Conjuction with Matt L's New CD release.We would like to bring you up to speed, about the man and his music, By "Starting From the top".
Matthew James Thelonious L. was born to African-American-Norwegian-Indian parents on September 3rd 197Sumthin'. In little Urban-Amish town called Harvey. As a youth, Matt has always, had an attraction to music. His mother Mabeline played the piano, as Matt would listen in his crib.
When Matt was only Six years old, He was learning to play Guitar,Saxophone , 808 Drum Machine, Flute and the Banjo. At Eight years old, He composed his first musical piece called "OOOO..gurl...I'm ln luh wit u gurl" Which later became "Girl you know its true" By Milli Vanilli.
At Ten years old , He left home to pursue a career in music. He landed a job in Chicago Illinois, As a session musician. He played CowBell for some of the most sonic bands, in the music Industry.
Earth,wind and Fire, Chicago , Survivor and Curtis Mayfield, just to name a few. But it was'nt until a chance meeting with an up and coming musician,named Prince Rogers Nelson, would Matt's career show such promise.
Prince would take Matt under his wing. Under Prince's tutlage, Matt would write, produce, perform his first recognized hit.
The song "Holly Hobbie Underoos" was the shot in the arm, Urban radio needed. At only Twelve years old, He was one of the opening acts for Prince's "1999" tour. Armed with a number one hit, and his melodic CowBell, Matt would dazzle audiences, with his playing and captive stage presence.
As the tour ended, Matt eventually signed with Warner Brothers. One of the stipulations in his contract was, he would write, produce, perform, play all instruments, cook , clean, and buy pizza.
The hits seemed to be non stop. Songs like, "Catch a gurl, Kiss a gurl", "Schwinn Stingray Luvvv" and the club hit "Yo Momma don't wear no Drawers..." Earned Matt Gold record status. "Yo Momma.." went Platinum, and was nominated for a Soul Train Award.
But alas, With the extensive touring, and the rigors of overnight celebrity, Things took a toll on Matt. On May 9th 198Sumthin', before he was to perform for the "United Colors Of Bennetton" concert of the Americas, Matt...simply Quit. He walked away from it all.
As time went on, scant sightings of Matt L. would be done. He pursued acting, and has been on shows "Sanford and Son" , "Charles in Charge" and the "What's goin' down" episode of "Sister, Sister" . He won the reoccuring role as Officer Tinson, a cop with a soft side.
After that, It would take ten years, for Matt to create music he would want to share with the world.
NEXT: His Discography And Current Project.
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
My own Worst Enemy.
PRESS RELEASE.
Tuesday will be the release of Matt L's first full length CD, entitled.."Girl..Was that you, or me?!?". This will be a unique departure from some of Matt's earlier material. Songs like..."Naw Gurl..That makeup don't make u look like a Rodeo clown" and " Give me 10$ on Pump 6 and a pack of "LifeStyles" ", is the sound, we have come to know Matt for.
But his new material, Like... "Do I smell AstroGlide on yo breath?!?" And the Internet Smash.."Gurl U need to change yo diet, because u don't smell right down there" Are his most prolific songs to date.
In days to come, we will share Matt's past, as well as Matt's future. For those that know, as well as the new, This is the future of music and entertainment. STAY TUNED.
ALSO STAY TUNED: for tour dates, Video auditions, and In-store appearences.
Tuesday will be the release of Matt L's first full length CD, entitled.."Girl..Was that you, or me?!?". This will be a unique departure from some of Matt's earlier material. Songs like..."Naw Gurl..That makeup don't make u look like a Rodeo clown" and " Give me 10$ on Pump 6 and a pack of "LifeStyles" ", is the sound, we have come to know Matt for.
But his new material, Like... "Do I smell AstroGlide on yo breath?!?" And the Internet Smash.."Gurl U need to change yo diet, because u don't smell right down there" Are his most prolific songs to date.
In days to come, we will share Matt's past, as well as Matt's future. For those that know, as well as the new, This is the future of music and entertainment. STAY TUNED.
ALSO STAY TUNED: for tour dates, Video auditions, and In-store appearences.
Friday, November 6, 2009
BULLETIN.
UPDATE: Writin' for me right now, is like ya Daddy wit a pocket full of Viagra, and ya momma's not home....There's nothin' for me to get hard up about and phuck.
It does'nt mean that, I don't love you guys. I mean...shit. All there is out there now is...SILLY CELEBRITY SHIT. I reeeally don't care, for tha dumb shit...sooo I'd rather just SHUT...THA...PHUCK...UP...
I don't do trendy shit, all that well either. To tell tha truth, life on my end, has been pretty...reflective. So..i'm sure something will come along, and require me to take my "Cerebral Viagra" and commence to phuckin'.
Until then..I LOVE YA...
ALSO.. Come see about me on TWITTER. (MAYHEMM09) Follow me. OR e-mail mayhemchild007@yahoo.com OR FaceBook me (No Homo) matt.lloyd3
It does'nt mean that, I don't love you guys. I mean...shit. All there is out there now is...SILLY CELEBRITY SHIT. I reeeally don't care, for tha dumb shit...sooo I'd rather just SHUT...THA...PHUCK...UP...
I don't do trendy shit, all that well either. To tell tha truth, life on my end, has been pretty...reflective. So..i'm sure something will come along, and require me to take my "Cerebral Viagra" and commence to phuckin'.
Until then..I LOVE YA...
ALSO.. Come see about me on TWITTER. (MAYHEMM09) Follow me. OR e-mail mayhemchild007@yahoo.com OR FaceBook me (No Homo) matt.lloyd3
Thursday, October 29, 2009
B.I.G. Speaks to me...
Here's tha dark portion of tha show. Every once in a while, some of us go through bouts of "Not feelin' right". It's tha feellin' that, nothin' is goin' right. It's tha feelin' of bein' lost. It's a feelin' that maybe.... God Is just takin' messages.
Once these feelings surface, they're hard to shake. They sometimes say that.... "There's always somebody, that has it worse than you". Tha problem is, their situation may be different or worse, but we think of solving our situations tha same way.
At one point...some of us get fed up and "Not wanna be here anymore". When those thoughts start to consume you, ya gotta reach out to somebody...ANYBODY. It may seem like no one listens. But, even a stranger may lend an ear, because they've been.. or are there. Ya gotta air these thoughts and emotions out. Believe it or not..YOU....DO...MATTER.
Sometimes ya find certain poems, songs, or stories, that have sections that you can relate to, when you're in these moods. Tha problem is, tha more you listen, tha more you're grounded in that mood. I found that to be tha case wit tha song below. Notorious B.I.G's "Hold ya head" Featuring Bob Marley....actually speaks to me. Although It's his story, some of that pain, inner turmoil, and thought process he put into lyrical form, resonates wit me.
Although he did'nt go through wit his thoughts..He sliced his life open for all to see. He gave his pain... A VOICE.
Please Read. and think how some of us have a similar thought process.
"Hold Ya Head"(feat. Bob Marley) (Chorus: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was")
Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died. Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell. Don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies.Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies. God will probably have me on some real strict shit. No sleepin' all day, no gettin my di*k licked. Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise. Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice. All my life, I been considered as the worst.Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse. Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion, I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion.[Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit. Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit. And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red. I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head. The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind. I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me..Naw you wouldn't understand. You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack. Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back. Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet? People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me. My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone..She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on. I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.
Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.
I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bi*ches hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
Give Your pain... A VOICE.
mayhemchild007@yahoo.com www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 www.twitter.com/mayhemm09
Once these feelings surface, they're hard to shake. They sometimes say that.... "There's always somebody, that has it worse than you". Tha problem is, their situation may be different or worse, but we think of solving our situations tha same way.
At one point...some of us get fed up and "Not wanna be here anymore". When those thoughts start to consume you, ya gotta reach out to somebody...ANYBODY. It may seem like no one listens. But, even a stranger may lend an ear, because they've been.. or are there. Ya gotta air these thoughts and emotions out. Believe it or not..YOU....DO...MATTER.
Sometimes ya find certain poems, songs, or stories, that have sections that you can relate to, when you're in these moods. Tha problem is, tha more you listen, tha more you're grounded in that mood. I found that to be tha case wit tha song below. Notorious B.I.G's "Hold ya head" Featuring Bob Marley....actually speaks to me. Although It's his story, some of that pain, inner turmoil, and thought process he put into lyrical form, resonates wit me.
Although he did'nt go through wit his thoughts..He sliced his life open for all to see. He gave his pain... A VOICE.
Please Read. and think how some of us have a similar thought process.
"Hold Ya Head"(feat. Bob Marley) (Chorus: Bob Marley - sample from "Johnny Was")
Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died. Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell. Don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies.Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies. God will probably have me on some real strict shit. No sleepin' all day, no gettin my di*k licked. Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise. Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice. All my life, I been considered as the worst.Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse. Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion, I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion.[Chorus: Bob Marley]
Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit. Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit. And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red. I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head. The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind. I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me..Naw you wouldn't understand. You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack. Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back. Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet? People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me. My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone..She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on. I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.
Woman hold her head and cry,'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died.
I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak I'm sick of niggaz lyin', I'm sick of bi*ches hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
Give Your pain... A VOICE.
mayhemchild007@yahoo.com www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 www.twitter.com/mayhemm09
Monday, October 26, 2009
Track 27. Here's to good Health.
* Cue Music. Goodie Mob's "Cell Therapy" starts blaring* *In Mr. Rodgers voice* Hello Neighbor. (Ya ALREADY look scared sh*tless.) Today we're here to discuss your health.
*walkin' around mama's basement* When it comes to health, there are soooo...many facets to discuss. *NOTE: Notice tha "Speed Racer" sheets on tha bed..And tha "Rick James.."Street Songs" poster on tha wall*
Today, I would like to share my insight, on three aspects of health. Nutritional, Mental , and Spiritual. (Don't crap yo self.) Let's begin shall we? *Music changes to "Next Episode" by Dr. Dre*
NUTRITIONAL.
We all have very tedious schedules. Sometimes it's hard to get tha nutirents needed to, sustain a good diet. *Takes one of the Garlic Cheese Fries on plate* Once in a while we may, "Go a little overboard" with our diet. TRANSLATION: If you can't look down and see and or touch your private parts..yo azz went...Over-tha -hell-board. One way to combat this is by, Trying different diets and foods and tha like. I believe my solutions could work on everyone's behalf.
GET YO AZZ OFF THAT COUCH AND EXER-PHUCKIN-CISE! I believe that if you put as much emphasis on walkin' up some flights of stairs, as you do tryin' to get that last "Ho-Ho" out tha vending machine, ya could peel some of that weight off. As for other forms of exercise.... Men and woman USUALLY can get a healthy workout off of,...uh... Vitamins...D and P (Wait for it...Wait for it...) If you COMBINE these two "Vitamins"... You're GUARANTEED to lose those "Love" handles. NOTE: If you can't guess what i'm talkin' about..You should'nt be doin' it.
*Music changes to "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkley.
MENTAL.
We all have our "Little Hangups" (Just realized he's been doin' tha show in Fishnets and a Red CodPiece...and likes tha way it feels.) I believe once we come to grips wit our inhabitions, insecurities, and tha like...We all will be better adjusted in our society. *licks tha "Janet Jackson" poster on tha wall (Skinny "Velvet Rope" Janet. NOT "Eats Chicken and Waffles" Janet.)
Tha quicker you say to yo self: "I'm crazier than Catsh*t..And ya'll can kiss my azz" ...tha better. (NOTE: Make sure you say it to yourself, IN A PUBLIC PLACE for a reassuring effect.)
*Music Changes to "Theme from Halloween"*
SPIRITUAL.
*Slips on Purple TrenchCoat and Azz-less Chaps* This has always been a sensitive subject for many. *Dampens a cloth, and shines Red Codpiece* Some or mostly all believe that our Spirituality lies, with a higher power. (AS TOLD BY YA'LL EVERY DAMN DAY ON FACE-PHUCKIN-BOOK!) *Regains composure*
Some of you believe in that tha Spiritual side of you, lies within' MATERIAL Possessions. (Like those ugly azz rims...you INSIST women love. OR..Those Boobs ya bought. You said they got ya that job, but now it got cha a backache too!!!)
ANY-FREAKIN-HOO... I believe in tha higher power theory *Whips out Leopard Print "Fender Strat Guitar* ("Do I believe in god? do I believe in me? Some people wanna die.. so they can be free...CONTROVERSY") *Have to Excuse Me, I have A.A.D.D*
There is something out there, that's guiding us. We Just have to own up to it. NOW..for those of you that always claim.."Tha devil is this".. "Tha Devil is that".. "Tha Devil lives in my House"..."Tha Devil Stole Husband" (NOTE:For tha last one...Tha Devil did'nt take your Husband..Your INABLITY to communicate wit that phucka, as well as HIS Hoo-er ish ways "Took" Yo husband")
Ya givin' tha Devil too much credit. As Much as you you acknowledge him, ya'll should let him take you to AppleBee's and have him pay tha bill. Shhheeesh.If he Lives within ya.. Charge his azz rent. Until then..KNOW POSITIVE, THINK POSITIVE, BE POSITIVE.
* "Cell Therapy" starts to play* Well... I believe that's all tha time we have today. Hopefully Tha tips recommended will help you towards, a more productive life. (NOTE: For tha Extremely Re-damn-tarded.. I was talkin about sex..makin' love...BONE-ING..In tha tha nutritional section.) *Picks Guitar up..Goes in for tha "Jimi Hendrix" solo... ONE LOVE ERRRBODY!!!!* Fade To Black.*
mayhemchild009@yahoo.com or www.facebook.com/mat.lloyd3 orrrr Follow my azz (No FishSticks) www.twitter.com/mayhemm09
*walkin' around mama's basement* When it comes to health, there are soooo...many facets to discuss. *NOTE: Notice tha "Speed Racer" sheets on tha bed..And tha "Rick James.."Street Songs" poster on tha wall*
Today, I would like to share my insight, on three aspects of health. Nutritional, Mental , and Spiritual. (Don't crap yo self.) Let's begin shall we? *Music changes to "Next Episode" by Dr. Dre*
NUTRITIONAL.
We all have very tedious schedules. Sometimes it's hard to get tha nutirents needed to, sustain a good diet. *Takes one of the Garlic Cheese Fries on plate* Once in a while we may, "Go a little overboard" with our diet. TRANSLATION: If you can't look down and see and or touch your private parts..yo azz went...Over-tha -hell-board. One way to combat this is by, Trying different diets and foods and tha like. I believe my solutions could work on everyone's behalf.
GET YO AZZ OFF THAT COUCH AND EXER-PHUCKIN-CISE! I believe that if you put as much emphasis on walkin' up some flights of stairs, as you do tryin' to get that last "Ho-Ho" out tha vending machine, ya could peel some of that weight off. As for other forms of exercise.... Men and woman USUALLY can get a healthy workout off of,...uh... Vitamins...D and P (Wait for it...Wait for it...) If you COMBINE these two "Vitamins"... You're GUARANTEED to lose those "Love" handles. NOTE: If you can't guess what i'm talkin' about..You should'nt be doin' it.
*Music changes to "Crazy" by Gnarles Barkley.
MENTAL.
We all have our "Little Hangups" (Just realized he's been doin' tha show in Fishnets and a Red CodPiece...and likes tha way it feels.) I believe once we come to grips wit our inhabitions, insecurities, and tha like...We all will be better adjusted in our society. *licks tha "Janet Jackson" poster on tha wall (Skinny "Velvet Rope" Janet. NOT "Eats Chicken and Waffles" Janet.)
Tha quicker you say to yo self: "I'm crazier than Catsh*t..And ya'll can kiss my azz" ...tha better. (NOTE: Make sure you say it to yourself, IN A PUBLIC PLACE for a reassuring effect.)
*Music Changes to "Theme from Halloween"*
SPIRITUAL.
*Slips on Purple TrenchCoat and Azz-less Chaps* This has always been a sensitive subject for many. *Dampens a cloth, and shines Red Codpiece* Some or mostly all believe that our Spirituality lies, with a higher power. (AS TOLD BY YA'LL EVERY DAMN DAY ON FACE-PHUCKIN-BOOK!) *Regains composure*
Some of you believe in that tha Spiritual side of you, lies within' MATERIAL Possessions. (Like those ugly azz rims...you INSIST women love. OR..Those Boobs ya bought. You said they got ya that job, but now it got cha a backache too!!!)
ANY-FREAKIN-HOO... I believe in tha higher power theory *Whips out Leopard Print "Fender Strat Guitar* ("Do I believe in god? do I believe in me? Some people wanna die.. so they can be free...CONTROVERSY") *Have to Excuse Me, I have A.A.D.D*
There is something out there, that's guiding us. We Just have to own up to it. NOW..for those of you that always claim.."Tha devil is this".. "Tha Devil is that".. "Tha Devil lives in my House"..."Tha Devil Stole Husband" (NOTE:For tha last one...Tha Devil did'nt take your Husband..Your INABLITY to communicate wit that phucka, as well as HIS Hoo-er ish ways "Took" Yo husband")
Ya givin' tha Devil too much credit. As Much as you you acknowledge him, ya'll should let him take you to AppleBee's and have him pay tha bill. Shhheeesh.If he Lives within ya.. Charge his azz rent. Until then..KNOW POSITIVE, THINK POSITIVE, BE POSITIVE.
* "Cell Therapy" starts to play* Well... I believe that's all tha time we have today. Hopefully Tha tips recommended will help you towards, a more productive life. (NOTE: For tha Extremely Re-damn-tarded.. I was talkin about sex..makin' love...BONE-ING..In tha tha nutritional section.) *Picks Guitar up..Goes in for tha "Jimi Hendrix" solo... ONE LOVE ERRRBODY!!!!* Fade To Black.*
mayhemchild009@yahoo.com or www.facebook.com/mat.lloyd3 orrrr Follow my azz (No FishSticks) www.twitter.com/mayhemm09
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Acapella: I need you / On that love ish...
Yeah... I know..I know. I'm soooo gonna get off (Giggle.) of tha love subject. This will be tha last of this subject, for a minute. Ya have to admit, It's a cool subject matter. There's sooo much to be said about it, and yet not enough time in tha day, to discuss it. I think this one, I'll help tha fellas out.
Fellas, when it comes to tha L to tha O to tha V to tha E, we're somewhat R...E...T..A..R...D...E...D... It's sooo easy for us, to talk sh*t in a fight, brag upon somethin' we've done, even say some potentionally heart-warming ish, to get that one ya want. BUT... when it comes to tha words to keep her, we sound worse than "Dunnna" Man in "New jack City".
That's gotta change. Women LOVE consistancy. (You phuckas read those three words again!) Whatever ya say or do to get her, ya gotta keep it up, to keep her. (Repeat..Corky..Repeat.)
Most important...If she means ANYTHING to ya... TELL HER! Despite all that macho ish...We all need that ONE. SHE, helps us breathe. SHE, helps us be great. SHE, brings us to a place in our lives, that no riches or fame can measure.
That brings me to this song. "I need you" by Maurice White. Mr. White is one of tha most prolific songwriters, of our time. Before they were writin' about sex..MR. WHITE.. Kept us in LOVE.
Ladies and Gentlemen..I give you..."I need You. By Maurice White.
I can take a woman, or leave her alone.Temporary lovers come and go. You’re the only woman, that I’ve ever known, who’s got me losing control Oh, I don’t want to dream about you. Or wonder where you are. Oh, I wish my heart could beat without you, But I have gone too far?
You say, I need you. You think that I need, all the love you’re giving. And.. I need you ‘Cause living alone isn’t really living at all.
Never planned to make love a peramanent thing, Keeping my emotions on the side. Kinda like my life just the way that it’s been... Girl, I’m taking my time. Oh, I don’t want to miss you, baby.But have I gone to far?
Who decides which one we love, Or when we’re going to fall? I Don’t need two hands to hold. Two lips to whisper...
I need you. You think that I need, all the love you’re giving. And I... need you ‘Cause living alone...
I need you. You think that I need, all the love you’re giving. I need you. Like the air that I breathe, through an open window. I need you. I can’t let you leave, and I won’t pretend no more.
mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or www.twitter.com/mayhemm09 orrrr... www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 ONE LOVE.
Fellas, when it comes to tha L to tha O to tha V to tha E, we're somewhat R...E...T..A..R...D...E...D... It's sooo easy for us, to talk sh*t in a fight, brag upon somethin' we've done, even say some potentionally heart-warming ish, to get that one ya want. BUT... when it comes to tha words to keep her, we sound worse than "Dunnna" Man in "New jack City".
That's gotta change. Women LOVE consistancy. (You phuckas read those three words again!) Whatever ya say or do to get her, ya gotta keep it up, to keep her. (Repeat..Corky..Repeat.)
Most important...If she means ANYTHING to ya... TELL HER! Despite all that macho ish...We all need that ONE. SHE, helps us breathe. SHE, helps us be great. SHE, brings us to a place in our lives, that no riches or fame can measure.
That brings me to this song. "I need you" by Maurice White. Mr. White is one of tha most prolific songwriters, of our time. Before they were writin' about sex..MR. WHITE.. Kept us in LOVE.
Ladies and Gentlemen..I give you..."I need You. By Maurice White.
I can take a woman, or leave her alone.Temporary lovers come and go. You’re the only woman, that I’ve ever known, who’s got me losing control Oh, I don’t want to dream about you. Or wonder where you are. Oh, I wish my heart could beat without you, But I have gone too far?
You say, I need you. You think that I need, all the love you’re giving. And.. I need you ‘Cause living alone isn’t really living at all.
Never planned to make love a peramanent thing, Keeping my emotions on the side. Kinda like my life just the way that it’s been... Girl, I’m taking my time. Oh, I don’t want to miss you, baby.But have I gone to far?
Who decides which one we love, Or when we’re going to fall? I Don’t need two hands to hold. Two lips to whisper...
I need you. You think that I need, all the love you’re giving. And I... need you ‘Cause living alone...
I need you. You think that I need, all the love you’re giving. I need you. Like the air that I breathe, through an open window. I need you. I can’t let you leave, and I won’t pretend no more.
mayhemchild007@yahoo.com or www.twitter.com/mayhemm09 orrrr... www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 ONE LOVE.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Track 26. Experience my Bullshit.
"You say bullshit attitude and experience gets ya through...Then come experience some of my bullshit" - Reggie Hammond. (48 Hours.)
Feels good to sit, and get some sh*t off my chest again. In case yo azz has'nt noticed..i've been M.I.A. for a while. No witty azz banter, no colorful azz insight, in short... I had S.T.F.U. for a minute. I figured like this: before you unleash your brand of bullsh*t to tha world, compile it into..at least articulate it in a clear, consise pile.
For tha last couple of days, I've had tha phuckin' worst migraine. I felt like Kanye West took tha microphone out of my hand, and hit me in tha face wit it. THEN Lil' Mama started dancin' (off rhythm) on my forehead. Along wit tha migraine came an ingredient of my brand of Bullsh*t called self-reflection.
I started lookin' inward at me as person, and came to this chilling conclusion: I'M CRAZIER THAN CATSH*T! (Not surprised huh?) *Sticks middle finger in tha air* Let me disect my Bullsh*t for you. I'm at my saddest, when I don't see you happy. I'm at my happiest, when you feel good. (Don't get all Chardonay drinkin' on me)
My biggest concern, is for you guys to love ya-selves first, then each other. I actually give a phuck about what SOME of ya think. I want... above all, for ya to take some intiative... and help somebody. Now that i've read what i've typed...I have to say..THIS IS MY BULLSH*T.
On tha other hand... here's some more elements of my Bullshit. I'm not gonna stand by, and let ya say stupid sh*t, and not call you on it. I'm not one to jus' go wit trends...trends are for tha weak. I'll be brutally phuckin honest til' my lungs collaspe! I don't get emotional, in verbal confrontations... I get to cutttin'. I'm arrogant , rude, and blunt. and THIS too..IS MY BULLSH*T.
All that's left, after this disection is tha shell given to me. Without all of tha above mentioned, I would'nt be..who YOU know me to be. Every once in a while, run an overhaul on ya-self. Find out what makes yo bullsh*t so special.
We all have a level of bullsh*t in us. Tha question is..what is it really made of.
Experience my Bullsh*t some more: mayhemchild007@yahoo.com orrrr. www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 orrr follow this bullsh*t life @ www.twitter.com/mayhemm09
ONE LOVE.
Feels good to sit, and get some sh*t off my chest again. In case yo azz has'nt noticed..i've been M.I.A. for a while. No witty azz banter, no colorful azz insight, in short... I had S.T.F.U. for a minute. I figured like this: before you unleash your brand of bullsh*t to tha world, compile it into..at least articulate it in a clear, consise pile.
For tha last couple of days, I've had tha phuckin' worst migraine. I felt like Kanye West took tha microphone out of my hand, and hit me in tha face wit it. THEN Lil' Mama started dancin' (off rhythm) on my forehead. Along wit tha migraine came an ingredient of my brand of Bullsh*t called self-reflection.
I started lookin' inward at me as person, and came to this chilling conclusion: I'M CRAZIER THAN CATSH*T! (Not surprised huh?) *Sticks middle finger in tha air* Let me disect my Bullsh*t for you. I'm at my saddest, when I don't see you happy. I'm at my happiest, when you feel good. (Don't get all Chardonay drinkin' on me)
My biggest concern, is for you guys to love ya-selves first, then each other. I actually give a phuck about what SOME of ya think. I want... above all, for ya to take some intiative... and help somebody. Now that i've read what i've typed...I have to say..THIS IS MY BULLSH*T.
On tha other hand... here's some more elements of my Bullshit. I'm not gonna stand by, and let ya say stupid sh*t, and not call you on it. I'm not one to jus' go wit trends...trends are for tha weak. I'll be brutally phuckin honest til' my lungs collaspe! I don't get emotional, in verbal confrontations... I get to cutttin'. I'm arrogant , rude, and blunt. and THIS too..IS MY BULLSH*T.
All that's left, after this disection is tha shell given to me. Without all of tha above mentioned, I would'nt be..who YOU know me to be. Every once in a while, run an overhaul on ya-self. Find out what makes yo bullsh*t so special.
We all have a level of bullsh*t in us. Tha question is..what is it really made of.
Experience my Bullsh*t some more: mayhemchild007@yahoo.com orrrr. www.facebook.com/matt.lloyd3 orrr follow this bullsh*t life @ www.twitter.com/mayhemm09
ONE LOVE.
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