Mann....listen....I have a renewed spirit in Hip Hop! Maybe its tha cranberry juice talkin' but, This shit riiight hurr....THIS SHIT RIIIGHT HURR!!!! This week has been great fo' me in Hip Hop.
First of all, I rreeeeally mean HIP HOP. Not Rap. Yeahhh phuckas there's a difference! Rap is what cha KIDS listen to. HIP HOP is what a GENERATION listens to. (Yeah i'm biased like a mutha) This week, tha generation, got a shot in tha arm by tha release of tha SLAUGHTERHOUSE album. (Hip HOP says album)
From beginning to end, each track deserves a phuckin rewind! My fav, is tha track "Cuckoo". Mannn... pick dem shits uppp!!! Real Hip Hop won't be disappointed.Look... if Hip Hop is near death,..then SLAUGHTERHOUSE is tha defibrillator
Now..anotha shot in tha phuckin arm, is tha those lyrical chemists out tha Chi..called Code F.I. I got to see these cats perform last nite.
Look..Tha definition of a tru artists is tha ability to perform (Full Throttle) for ANY size crowd. Whether its tha stadium, or tha lounge around tha corner, you put it on tha line. On this nite, these cats performed in a stepper's (yeah I said STEPPER'S..)club.
Ok...you see tha clash of elements riight? BUUUT...These cats....THESE CATS RIPPED IT THA PHUCK UP!!! Mannn..There's a cut they did called "Cook dem gritz" (YESSS.. COOK DEM GRITZ) it was an aggressive banger!! Tha beats were classic Boom Bap. Tha lyrics...they were some chemistry shit man....Both cats complemented each other in style. If you get a chance...phunk that...COP THAT SINGLE..COOK DEM GRITZ.!!!
Whew!...its been rrreally nice for Hip Hop this week. Hopefully this will start a trend of quality instead of "Greasy kid stuff".
Got some ish for me to see? to hear? to friggin attend? Hit me up on FaceBook (Matt Lloyd) ORRR...Ya reeally wanna see what i'm thinkin@ these events, FOLLOW ME on Twitter (Mayhemm09) come on... ride wit me. (No sex talk)
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Freestyle ( Life's Anomaly)
How come one of tha most electric words in tha world, can be an expletive in tha same breath? I'm talkin bout' tha big "L" people...L to tha O to tha V to tha E...love.(echo)...love ( gotta like tha Whodini reference) .
I have sat my monkey azz down, to ponder this weird, mysterious, sensual and aggressive word. Tha definition I found,is tha following: Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection[1] and attachment. Peep that again. Nice, neat, concise.
Nowww...That definition is from Wikipedia.(who in tha hell would name some sh*t Wiki..nevamind) Can we,wit a straight face, accept this definition?!? Tha reason I ask is... I believe we all define love in different ways. That definition is tha blueprint,of how some of ya'll look at love. Let's see if I can open a window and peek into ya hearts for a minute (No homo guys)
Love:( by mayhemm09's / What chu thinkin..) definition is all of tha followin': Tha overwhelming sense of belonging wit another soul. Tha wantin' and NEEDIN' to be entwined in another person's space and time. A sensation of tha soul that can only be quenched by another soul. Each other's auras are essential to tha existance of one another.
Ya get tha picture. BUT... tha flip side of that can go... like...this: Tha equating of abuse and distain..with affection. Tha constant need to CONTROL,and not consult or consider another's feelings. Tha insistance of yourself onto someone who clearly, does'nt recipricate your affections.
One of these definitions, dependin' on tha individual and tha situation you're in ..... equates to love.
You have to be honest wit yourself and decide,what defintion suites you. We all know right from wrong. Use that same ability when defining your love.
Pleeease.. feedback me at FaceBook (Matt Lloyd) or follow how I love at Twitter ( mayhemm09)
ONE LOVE.
I have sat my monkey azz down, to ponder this weird, mysterious, sensual and aggressive word. Tha definition I found,is tha following: Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection[1] and attachment. Peep that again. Nice, neat, concise.
Nowww...That definition is from Wikipedia.(who in tha hell would name some sh*t Wiki..nevamind) Can we,wit a straight face, accept this definition?!? Tha reason I ask is... I believe we all define love in different ways. That definition is tha blueprint,of how some of ya'll look at love. Let's see if I can open a window and peek into ya hearts for a minute (No homo guys)
Love:( by mayhemm09's / What chu thinkin..) definition is all of tha followin': Tha overwhelming sense of belonging wit another soul. Tha wantin' and NEEDIN' to be entwined in another person's space and time. A sensation of tha soul that can only be quenched by another soul. Each other's auras are essential to tha existance of one another.
Ya get tha picture. BUT... tha flip side of that can go... like...this: Tha equating of abuse and distain..with affection. Tha constant need to CONTROL,and not consult or consider another's feelings. Tha insistance of yourself onto someone who clearly, does'nt recipricate your affections.
One of these definitions, dependin' on tha individual and tha situation you're in ..... equates to love.
You have to be honest wit yourself and decide,what defintion suites you. We all know right from wrong. Use that same ability when defining your love.
Pleeease.. feedback me at FaceBook (Matt Lloyd) or follow how I love at Twitter ( mayhemm09)
ONE LOVE.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Track 23. Relationshit (Tha Remix)
Now... let's see who's gonna be givin' me tha evil eye on this shit. As you may have already noticed, Im a people watchin' fool. Sooo it should'nt be a suprise that I..uh overheard (Actually they were LOUD as hizzell) a gaggle of ladies sittin' and talkin' bout' (What else?) why men aint shit.
Now jus' about every swingin' ding-a ling and every "Miss Kitty" wit a keyboard has offered up one theory or another on, why men and women get to a crossroads wit each other. Some theories are insightful. Some are well-balanced. Some are ..."Is this Phucka serious?!?" Well..This may be tha latter.
BOTTOM LINE..herrre we go. Tha reason that men aint shit ladies has nothin' to do, wit bein a dog. (Hold that thought i'll come back to that.) Bottom line, we as men have REEEAL phucked up azz communication skills, when it comes to women. We can always say tha right things to get em', but ta keep em'..we would rather give a cripple crab a crutch, than to reeeally sho' some inner self. Yeah..It also does'nt help us that we walk around wit that Attention Deficit Disorder all tha damn time. Once we get tha one woman who fell for your "Line of bullshyt" credit,..tha thrill is gone and we're off to tha next shiny object.
Bottom line fellas...That whole Goldie tha mack shit is played out. If you can actually find a woman who can put up wit your no communicatin', no fulfillin'her needs azz ,you do more than tha minimal to keep her. If yo azz can read tha sports section.. day in and day out..you sure as hell can read up on better comminucation skills, to get more involved in her. NOTE: About tha bedroom fellas...don't be so damn stingy..REAL TALK. keep up tha stingy shit and you'll mess around and, won't be tha only game in town no more.
Ladies.. I did what I could do on that one. But you're out of tha woods yet either. As much as you can say "men aint shyt" well..(Look at cha..tryin to see what bag i'm gonna come out of) Ladies... sometimes...uh...eh...how can I put this?...YOU'RE TOO PHUCKIN COMPLEX FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!! (so much for some "Miss Kitty" for tha rest of my days.)
BOTTOM LINE: SOME women think that men are these,creatures of wonder, when we're actually Forrest Gump reloaded. (secrets out guys) There's no reason for you ladies to treat every guy like some Law & Order episode. Yeahh...I get it you don't wanna be hurt, or taken advantage of..But you're intelligent enough to know that if shyt's not right at first impression..feed tha Phucka wit' a long handled spoon.
Now..fellas..(Watch this) Did you know that women know what role you're gonna play in their lives, within tha first 5 minutes of meetin' you? ( Ladies..stop tryin to figure out how I know this.) Women know from your first gesture to your first words if you're gonna be friend..booty call...lover..or "Jus another in tha closet gay dude I know"
Well.. It's been a slice of humble pie for us all. It all boils down to communication. There are some on both sides, that gives us all a bad name. BOTTOM LINE: no one is perfect. before you see sunlight..ya gotta sometimes rise above tha clouds.
(That one's for tha ladies.*pause*....corny sh*t.)
Please hit me up and tell me what cha think @ Facebook/Matt lloyd or follow my logic on Twitter/Mayhemm09. Thumb through this blog and read RELATIONSHIT Track 4.(Tha original) Its...a friggin gas mann...
Now jus' about every swingin' ding-a ling and every "Miss Kitty" wit a keyboard has offered up one theory or another on, why men and women get to a crossroads wit each other. Some theories are insightful. Some are well-balanced. Some are ..."Is this Phucka serious?!?" Well..This may be tha latter.
BOTTOM LINE..herrre we go. Tha reason that men aint shit ladies has nothin' to do, wit bein a dog. (Hold that thought i'll come back to that.) Bottom line, we as men have REEEAL phucked up azz communication skills, when it comes to women. We can always say tha right things to get em', but ta keep em'..we would rather give a cripple crab a crutch, than to reeeally sho' some inner self. Yeah..It also does'nt help us that we walk around wit that Attention Deficit Disorder all tha damn time. Once we get tha one woman who fell for your "Line of bullshyt" credit,..tha thrill is gone and we're off to tha next shiny object.
Bottom line fellas...That whole Goldie tha mack shit is played out. If you can actually find a woman who can put up wit your no communicatin', no fulfillin'her needs azz ,you do more than tha minimal to keep her. If yo azz can read tha sports section.. day in and day out..you sure as hell can read up on better comminucation skills, to get more involved in her. NOTE: About tha bedroom fellas...don't be so damn stingy..REAL TALK. keep up tha stingy shit and you'll mess around and, won't be tha only game in town no more.
Ladies.. I did what I could do on that one. But you're out of tha woods yet either. As much as you can say "men aint shyt" well..(Look at cha..tryin to see what bag i'm gonna come out of) Ladies... sometimes...uh...eh...how can I put this?...YOU'RE TOO PHUCKIN COMPLEX FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!!! (so much for some "Miss Kitty" for tha rest of my days.)
BOTTOM LINE: SOME women think that men are these,creatures of wonder, when we're actually Forrest Gump reloaded. (secrets out guys) There's no reason for you ladies to treat every guy like some Law & Order episode. Yeahh...I get it you don't wanna be hurt, or taken advantage of..But you're intelligent enough to know that if shyt's not right at first impression..feed tha Phucka wit' a long handled spoon.
Now..fellas..(Watch this) Did you know that women know what role you're gonna play in their lives, within tha first 5 minutes of meetin' you? ( Ladies..stop tryin to figure out how I know this.) Women know from your first gesture to your first words if you're gonna be friend..booty call...lover..or "Jus another in tha closet gay dude I know"
Well.. It's been a slice of humble pie for us all. It all boils down to communication. There are some on both sides, that gives us all a bad name. BOTTOM LINE: no one is perfect. before you see sunlight..ya gotta sometimes rise above tha clouds.
(That one's for tha ladies.*pause*....corny sh*t.)
Please hit me up and tell me what cha think @ Facebook/Matt lloyd or follow my logic on Twitter/Mayhemm09. Thumb through this blog and read RELATIONSHIT Track 4.(Tha original) Its...a friggin gas mann...
Monday, August 10, 2009
Track 22. Word of what?
Friends..Romans...Countrymen...Even you muthaphuckas in tha back... lend me your eyes. Yes, I'm a tad he-bitchy on this one.(feel free to use he-bitchy at tha office..go ahead.) As you may..or may not have noticed, I haven't wrote for a minute. Reason being, that part of my self-imposed therapy is to observe my surroundings. (Translation: I'm on some people watchin' shit)
I've noticed that tha Internets have become tha default therapist for many. In tha last week...I've read many Twitters, Facebook statuses and blogs (Natch) and came to this conclusion..There's a LOT of unhappy,sad, and bottom line...insecure people on these nets. (Keep that contempt for me...we'll be back to that.)
Here's tha rant. I don't mind anybody gettin' on tha Internets and voicing their opinions..I strongly believe in that. But also, I believe that if you can TYPE it..then you can phuckin SAY it to those involved. I've observed a lot of "lip service" online but a lot of "coward" in person. Tha Internets gives all an opportunity to flex those muscles, that you can't flex in person. It's one thing if that person is'nt accessible to you (Goverment, Celebrities, Fox phuckin news) But when tha person lives in a good radius of you..AND you have their contact shit..THEN KEEP THA SHIT OFF THA DAMN "NETS"
Nowww. for those that are either a tad...uh emotional...or... spiritual...or...jus...shit..i'll call it, what it is... IGNOR-PHUCKIN-RANT..this is for you. Again.. I don't mind if you express yoself and get shit off ya chest. BUT, with doin' so..do it wit a modicum of heart and reflection. Too many things i've read seem to be more shock value and sympathy rather than insight and relating. You can write what cha want to write, but ...tha whole idea of writin' is purgin' tha thoughts within and makin' some sense out of tha wreckage.
Also, if you don't have anything really to say... JUS SHUT THY PHUCK UP. You will eventually have somethin' to say. If your observations are not genuine and come to ya natually..don't make up shit. If ya do...you are a gnat's azz close to being a third grader again.
As for me..yeah..my shit sometimes sounds weird and trite. But my shit is from my head and runs through my heart (Smoke some..drink some..and recite dat.) I don't really try to be funny.. I write, like I talk. I don't try to be on tha righteous end of shit. I type it, like my thoughts dictate it.
So..tha next time you read anyone's Tweets, Facebook status or blogs (my shit too) look for tha true grit in tha words, rather than tha surface shine. And when ya type..type tha soul.
Please see some of my weird azz thought processes yoself. Follow me on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) or check out Facebook. (Matt lloyd) I can't hide behind shit. It's my "voice"
I've noticed that tha Internets have become tha default therapist for many. In tha last week...I've read many Twitters, Facebook statuses and blogs (Natch) and came to this conclusion..There's a LOT of unhappy,sad, and bottom line...insecure people on these nets. (Keep that contempt for me...we'll be back to that.)
Here's tha rant. I don't mind anybody gettin' on tha Internets and voicing their opinions..I strongly believe in that. But also, I believe that if you can TYPE it..then you can phuckin SAY it to those involved. I've observed a lot of "lip service" online but a lot of "coward" in person. Tha Internets gives all an opportunity to flex those muscles, that you can't flex in person. It's one thing if that person is'nt accessible to you (Goverment, Celebrities, Fox phuckin news) But when tha person lives in a good radius of you..AND you have their contact shit..THEN KEEP THA SHIT OFF THA DAMN "NETS"
Nowww. for those that are either a tad...uh emotional...or... spiritual...or...jus...shit..i'll call it, what it is... IGNOR-PHUCKIN-RANT..this is for you. Again.. I don't mind if you express yoself and get shit off ya chest. BUT, with doin' so..do it wit a modicum of heart and reflection. Too many things i've read seem to be more shock value and sympathy rather than insight and relating. You can write what cha want to write, but ...tha whole idea of writin' is purgin' tha thoughts within and makin' some sense out of tha wreckage.
Also, if you don't have anything really to say... JUS SHUT THY PHUCK UP. You will eventually have somethin' to say. If your observations are not genuine and come to ya natually..don't make up shit. If ya do...you are a gnat's azz close to being a third grader again.
As for me..yeah..my shit sometimes sounds weird and trite. But my shit is from my head and runs through my heart (Smoke some..drink some..and recite dat.) I don't really try to be funny.. I write, like I talk. I don't try to be on tha righteous end of shit. I type it, like my thoughts dictate it.
So..tha next time you read anyone's Tweets, Facebook status or blogs (my shit too) look for tha true grit in tha words, rather than tha surface shine. And when ya type..type tha soul.
Please see some of my weird azz thought processes yoself. Follow me on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) or check out Facebook. (Matt lloyd) I can't hide behind shit. It's my "voice"
Monday, August 3, 2009
Weekend at a glance..Warning:May make ya giggle.
It's over already huh? Ya ever notice tha weekend never lasts long, when ya havin' fun?Sheeet...Let me recap.
Friday nite.
You Already know this drill. Rev's in Country Club Hills was its usual jumpin' self. Tha same Black Star power was in effect. Some of tha better points were that there were less guys there, wearin' those Xtra medium T-shirts ( they were actually just medium) And ladies i'm sooo proud of you.Your hair and toe game was on point. (except for tha honey who had a severe case of "knuckle toes") Aside from that..tha nite was tha usual juicy goodness. Oh yeah, big ups to my 1st sighting of tha House Music tranney. Its kinda like Bigfoot, ya only see it once in a blue friggin moon..(Note: Don't at tha throat to validate..may agitate him/her.) ONE LOVE to Hula, Maurice Joshua, Liddell "NuNu" Townsell, Stacy Kidd and Chicago's tightest female DJ Sundance. Tha Clubhouse group rocks.
Saturday afternoon.
I was fortunate to host (Yeah...somebody let me near a mic.) a festival in tha cozy hood of Phoenix IL. tha Phoenix Fest is a annual event in these parts.It's a mix of picnic,family reunion, and tha ever entertaining talent showcase.NOW... this..uh...talent showcase..I don't and won't attack anybody who gives an effort to do their best.BUT...if you don't strive for some modicum of different...How do you expect to take your talent further.Most of all tha acts were rap.(not Hip Hop...rap. yeah mofos there's a difference.)
Heeere we go....To all my"MySpace" rappers. Can we talk about somethin' other than tha money you have (Allegedly)and tha drugs you deal (Asprin does'nt count) and tha women you bed down (Look at yourself...do you think ANYBODY is gonna believe you?) YOU'RE ON MY-DAMN-SPACE!!! your marketin' plan is f**kin jaded!!! Look, If Facebook is a house...Then MySpace is tha apartment you move out of without cleanin' it. AND..please stop wit all tha damn colors. You're startin to look like you molest crayons or you melt Skittles into your clothes. There was ONE group that stood out for their presence, delivery and overall persona. BIG UPS to " Tha G Twinz" out of Chi-town. Tha beats..crisp. Tha rhymes positive..Their show...TIGHT. Mad love out to their manager Pierce Henry, constant pro throughout.
NOW... tha R&B. Ladies...you don't have to ooze sex to be noticed (YEAH...I said it!) if you are doin' tha oozin' sex thing...at least dress right. PLEEEASE..don't wear a loud azz sheer top, wit a WHITE bra under it!!! Ya look like a black Peggy Bundy. And wearin' revealin' s**t is played out. I reeeeally don't wanna see your fruits and berries for tha time you're on stage. Give me personality..give me content..not crotch shots and you're "inner nasty azz."
THE BEST PART of tha showcase was tha "Old Skool" portion of tha show. This episode was, by far what music, talent and personality mesh beautifully. Tha bands like "Men of Mecca" and "Tha Family Reunion Band" are tha essence of music. They don't give a damn about impressions..they care about content. They strive to stand out, and not settling on blendin' in. And tha nite's Special guest of "Steel Bill Revue wit Shorty's Rhythm and Blues Band"was truly a treat. Tha gritty band, along wit featured vocalists Benard, Mark Shaw and Bobby Renyolds, bought tha delta blues wit them.Tha music drove us while tha audience were passengers. Malaco Records own Steel Bill was truly representin' for tha delta.
All in all, It was a Grreat day in tha park. Aside form tha rain, tha women wit "Skittle weaves"(All tha different colors hair/weave) and tha fellas who strive to look like Steve Harvey knock-offs (These linen-lookin' shirt/pant sets guys wear...looks like they're goin to bed at tha club) It was festive. SPECIAL THANKS to Terry and Loretta Wells for allowin' me to have tha chance to do my thang ALSO...I LOVE THA TOWN OF PHOENIX IL!! Tha people are real and tha atmosphere electric.
If you got some ish ya want me to check out, hit me up on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) or FACEBOOK...(see Grown and Sexy as opposed to...)
ONE LOVE.
Friday nite.
You Already know this drill. Rev's in Country Club Hills was its usual jumpin' self. Tha same Black Star power was in effect. Some of tha better points were that there were less guys there, wearin' those Xtra medium T-shirts ( they were actually just medium) And ladies i'm sooo proud of you.Your hair and toe game was on point. (except for tha honey who had a severe case of "knuckle toes") Aside from that..tha nite was tha usual juicy goodness. Oh yeah, big ups to my 1st sighting of tha House Music tranney. Its kinda like Bigfoot, ya only see it once in a blue friggin moon..(Note: Don't at tha throat to validate..may agitate him/her.) ONE LOVE to Hula, Maurice Joshua, Liddell "NuNu" Townsell, Stacy Kidd and Chicago's tightest female DJ Sundance. Tha Clubhouse group rocks.
Saturday afternoon.
I was fortunate to host (Yeah...somebody let me near a mic.) a festival in tha cozy hood of Phoenix IL. tha Phoenix Fest is a annual event in these parts.It's a mix of picnic,family reunion, and tha ever entertaining talent showcase.NOW... this..uh...talent showcase..I don't and won't attack anybody who gives an effort to do their best.BUT...if you don't strive for some modicum of different...How do you expect to take your talent further.Most of all tha acts were rap.(not Hip Hop...rap. yeah mofos there's a difference.)
Heeere we go....To all my"MySpace" rappers. Can we talk about somethin' other than tha money you have (Allegedly)and tha drugs you deal (Asprin does'nt count) and tha women you bed down (Look at yourself...do you think ANYBODY is gonna believe you?) YOU'RE ON MY-DAMN-SPACE!!! your marketin' plan is f**kin jaded!!! Look, If Facebook is a house...Then MySpace is tha apartment you move out of without cleanin' it. AND..please stop wit all tha damn colors. You're startin to look like you molest crayons or you melt Skittles into your clothes. There was ONE group that stood out for their presence, delivery and overall persona. BIG UPS to " Tha G Twinz" out of Chi-town. Tha beats..crisp. Tha rhymes positive..Their show...TIGHT. Mad love out to their manager Pierce Henry, constant pro throughout.
NOW... tha R&B. Ladies...you don't have to ooze sex to be noticed (YEAH...I said it!) if you are doin' tha oozin' sex thing...at least dress right. PLEEEASE..don't wear a loud azz sheer top, wit a WHITE bra under it!!! Ya look like a black Peggy Bundy. And wearin' revealin' s**t is played out. I reeeeally don't wanna see your fruits and berries for tha time you're on stage. Give me personality..give me content..not crotch shots and you're "inner nasty azz."
THE BEST PART of tha showcase was tha "Old Skool" portion of tha show. This episode was, by far what music, talent and personality mesh beautifully. Tha bands like "Men of Mecca" and "Tha Family Reunion Band" are tha essence of music. They don't give a damn about impressions..they care about content. They strive to stand out, and not settling on blendin' in. And tha nite's Special guest of "Steel Bill Revue wit Shorty's Rhythm and Blues Band"was truly a treat. Tha gritty band, along wit featured vocalists Benard, Mark Shaw and Bobby Renyolds, bought tha delta blues wit them.Tha music drove us while tha audience were passengers. Malaco Records own Steel Bill was truly representin' for tha delta.
All in all, It was a Grreat day in tha park. Aside form tha rain, tha women wit "Skittle weaves"(All tha different colors hair/weave) and tha fellas who strive to look like Steve Harvey knock-offs (These linen-lookin' shirt/pant sets guys wear...looks like they're goin to bed at tha club) It was festive. SPECIAL THANKS to Terry and Loretta Wells for allowin' me to have tha chance to do my thang ALSO...I LOVE THA TOWN OF PHOENIX IL!! Tha people are real and tha atmosphere electric.
If you got some ish ya want me to check out, hit me up on Twitter (MAYHEMM09) or FACEBOOK...(see Grown and Sexy as opposed to...)
ONE LOVE.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Track 4. (Relationshit)
I'm writin' this one with tha song, "lies" by the Black Keys in my head.I just got word that a friend of mine, has got a case of the relationshits. (don't spellcheck me mofos i'll explain) Once you have found that special someone, whether at your favorite watering hole, office or champange room, you embark upon a journey to know them just as well as any proctologist or gynocologist would. Thus the relationship is born.
Now during this time, there will be a series of good times, bad times, and what tha f**k was I thinkin times. (indicators that signaled this shit may not be kosher.) But through the pain stakin' process, something tells you that this.... this.... being is the one for you. Now.... you done did it now, you went to Costco, Sam' club or that bodega near 125th and bought that symbol of yo luv....I pronounce you......
Fast forward seven long-ass, three and a half were good, four kids into the game years. She don't wear her hair like she used to. You don't wear your stomach, like you used to. But you being the.... hee hee.... man you are, decides he want to rectify the situation with a little rectum. (some booty people. an affair. keep up guys)
That brings us to the relationshits. Look I don't pretend to about this courtin' s**t.But I know this, It's better to be upfront about your unhappiness in a relationship, than to take matters into your own hands. It's extremely hard when kids are in the picture, but when do you start back being the person you were, instead of the person you've become?
For some, there are many that are in a good place with their relationship. Then there are those that are running out the clock, waitin' out the obvious. Life is to short for anybody to be removed from happiness too long, The only way to stop the relationshits is get is to take a dose of common sense, followed by a steady diet of positivity, then have a piece of mind now and then. If not, they got Depends on sale at Walgreens.
Now during this time, there will be a series of good times, bad times, and what tha f**k was I thinkin times. (indicators that signaled this shit may not be kosher.) But through the pain stakin' process, something tells you that this.... this.... being is the one for you. Now.... you done did it now, you went to Costco, Sam' club or that bodega near 125th and bought that symbol of yo luv....I pronounce you......
Fast forward seven long-ass, three and a half were good, four kids into the game years. She don't wear her hair like she used to. You don't wear your stomach, like you used to. But you being the.... hee hee.... man you are, decides he want to rectify the situation with a little rectum. (some booty people. an affair. keep up guys)
That brings us to the relationshits. Look I don't pretend to about this courtin' s**t.But I know this, It's better to be upfront about your unhappiness in a relationship, than to take matters into your own hands. It's extremely hard when kids are in the picture, but when do you start back being the person you were, instead of the person you've become?
For some, there are many that are in a good place with their relationship. Then there are those that are running out the clock, waitin' out the obvious. Life is to short for anybody to be removed from happiness too long, The only way to stop the relationshits is get is to take a dose of common sense, followed by a steady diet of positivity, then have a piece of mind now and then. If not, they got Depends on sale at Walgreens.
Monday, July 27, 2009
This shit right hurrr...
Ooomygawwd!!! *Sips Tahitian Treat fruit punch, listenin' to "Bad Luck" by Teddy Pendergrass* just when you thought a party could'nt top itself...BAM! To quote my man Katt Williams "This shit right heere n**ga..This shit right heere..."
Friday nite at Rev's in Country Club Hills IL was another banger to go down in tha history books. You can tell you in for some good azz debauchery when tha parking lot was filled BEFORE 10!!! Of course my monkey azz got there at about 10:20 (I was tryin' on this pair of British Knights...sue me) When I did get there...Goood Gaawwd!!! How does a party start off..interestin'? I mean...shit..most parties at least start off wit a lull in tha action, then start to ramp up tha pace. Ohh no.. not in this muthaphucka.....
From tha very start tha music had people sucked in. The clever mix of rhythms and beats had heads bobbin' from tha jump. Then...It was already packed around tha dance floor...why did tha dance floor,...all of a sudden...YOU COULD'NT SEE THA DAMN FLOOR! People took themselves to a whole...notha...level. Tha good times were jus startin'. Tha bar was just a flowin' wit people. I felt like I was downtown tryin' to get served shheeet.... (To my bartender..much luv. she's was losin' her mind for a minute)
Tha atmosphere had somethin' for errrbody. For tha fellas tha women ratio was on 10! For tha ladies..It was a chance to enjoy themselves without some of tha immature bullshit. I must say that tha mix of people was on tha money. To see tha "Grown and sexy" crowd reeeally be who they are, and not that uptight, too cool bullshit. I love to see Black Star power minglin' wit tha crowd. To see Grammy winners like Hula and Maurice Joshua just bein' tha cats we know. To see Sundance (Chicago's tightest female DJ) in tha buildin' Jus bein' beautiful people.
Now...That does'nt mean I did'nt catch ya'll, who were there not bein' beautiful. To tha ladies I hung out with by tha door...Thank you for tha company..( You smelled and reminded me of Cinnamon.)(no stalker) Also.. was it models nite?!? SWEEARTAGAWWD it was amazing. Fellas..Thanks for wearin' so many tight T-shirts. I didn't know if I was goin' to give away Monostat 7 at tha door. Not to mention guys... you kept it respectable which is some "Denzel" shit.
Heere we go....to those on tha dance floor, I sure as hell did'nt for get you! To tha gentlemen lettin their "Inner Rupaul" come out... jus' be careful next time. your move are good for praise dancin' at church, but for a packed dance floor...not so much. And ladies *shakes his head*... I don't mind your "Inner Nasty Azz" comin' out during to party, but pace yourselves please. Also can errrbody pace yourselves while in tha party. after a while tha air was a clever blend of..Armani code, Polo, CK1, Vera Wang and azz!!!
This was AGAIN... a great time..period...I guess tha question remains for all of you that did'nt go as well as those that did...WHEN ARE YOU COMMIN'?!? Damn it's only 10 damn dollars (FREE BEFORE 10) ya can't beat that. I've done this for 2 Friday's so far, and i'm thinkin' of this Friday to be tha third. Come on please. Ya won't regret it. This is tha movement that will neva die!
COME EXPERIENCE SOME OF THIS HEERE...
Rev's 18221 Pulaski. Country Club Hills IL. I wanna see you cats there THIS FRIDAY!!!
Mad Love to tha engineers of this movement...To my dudes Hula and Maurice Joshua. Mad Props to DJ Blendz, Lidell "NuNu" Townsell, Eric "E-smoove"Miller. One Love to Sundance (Chicago's Tightest female DJ) and my dude Stacy Kidd. Mad Props to tha Diz for tha electric set he played.
One love my people..Cheryl, Tracy ,Ms Forte, Craig A., Michael Younger, Marc Allen and my girl Arlene who's snappin pics...Sheeeet.. I think i'm done *Finishes off fruit punch*
If I forgot anybody...I'm sssssoo sorry. Hit me up on Facebook or Twitter me (Mayhemm09) for tha next one and I'll put you in tha mix. (For real,for real)
ONE LOVE.
Friday nite at Rev's in Country Club Hills IL was another banger to go down in tha history books. You can tell you in for some good azz debauchery when tha parking lot was filled BEFORE 10!!! Of course my monkey azz got there at about 10:20 (I was tryin' on this pair of British Knights...sue me) When I did get there...Goood Gaawwd!!! How does a party start off..interestin'? I mean...shit..most parties at least start off wit a lull in tha action, then start to ramp up tha pace. Ohh no.. not in this muthaphucka.....
From tha very start tha music had people sucked in. The clever mix of rhythms and beats had heads bobbin' from tha jump. Then...It was already packed around tha dance floor...why did tha dance floor,...all of a sudden...YOU COULD'NT SEE THA DAMN FLOOR! People took themselves to a whole...notha...level. Tha good times were jus startin'. Tha bar was just a flowin' wit people. I felt like I was downtown tryin' to get served shheeet.... (To my bartender..much luv. she's was losin' her mind for a minute)
Tha atmosphere had somethin' for errrbody. For tha fellas tha women ratio was on 10! For tha ladies..It was a chance to enjoy themselves without some of tha immature bullshit. I must say that tha mix of people was on tha money. To see tha "Grown and sexy" crowd reeeally be who they are, and not that uptight, too cool bullshit. I love to see Black Star power minglin' wit tha crowd. To see Grammy winners like Hula and Maurice Joshua just bein' tha cats we know. To see Sundance (Chicago's tightest female DJ) in tha buildin' Jus bein' beautiful people.
Now...That does'nt mean I did'nt catch ya'll, who were there not bein' beautiful. To tha ladies I hung out with by tha door...Thank you for tha company..( You smelled and reminded me of Cinnamon.)(no stalker) Also.. was it models nite?!? SWEEARTAGAWWD it was amazing. Fellas..Thanks for wearin' so many tight T-shirts. I didn't know if I was goin' to give away Monostat 7 at tha door. Not to mention guys... you kept it respectable which is some "Denzel" shit.
Heere we go....to those on tha dance floor, I sure as hell did'nt for get you! To tha gentlemen lettin their "Inner Rupaul" come out... jus' be careful next time. your move are good for praise dancin' at church, but for a packed dance floor...not so much. And ladies *shakes his head*... I don't mind your "Inner Nasty Azz" comin' out during to party, but pace yourselves please. Also can errrbody pace yourselves while in tha party. after a while tha air was a clever blend of..Armani code, Polo, CK1, Vera Wang and azz!!!
This was AGAIN... a great time..period...I guess tha question remains for all of you that did'nt go as well as those that did...WHEN ARE YOU COMMIN'?!? Damn it's only 10 damn dollars (FREE BEFORE 10) ya can't beat that. I've done this for 2 Friday's so far, and i'm thinkin' of this Friday to be tha third. Come on please. Ya won't regret it. This is tha movement that will neva die!
COME EXPERIENCE SOME OF THIS HEERE...
Rev's 18221 Pulaski. Country Club Hills IL. I wanna see you cats there THIS FRIDAY!!!
Mad Love to tha engineers of this movement...To my dudes Hula and Maurice Joshua. Mad Props to DJ Blendz, Lidell "NuNu" Townsell, Eric "E-smoove"Miller. One Love to Sundance (Chicago's Tightest female DJ) and my dude Stacy Kidd. Mad Props to tha Diz for tha electric set he played.
One love my people..Cheryl, Tracy ,Ms Forte, Craig A., Michael Younger, Marc Allen and my girl Arlene who's snappin pics...Sheeeet.. I think i'm done *Finishes off fruit punch*
If I forgot anybody...I'm sssssoo sorry. Hit me up on Facebook or Twitter me (Mayhemm09) for tha next one and I'll put you in tha mix. (For real,for real)
ONE LOVE.
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