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*

Freestyle. Pain Threshold.

" I could'nt help but notice your pain (my pain) it runs deep...share it wit me!" - So much pain. - Tupac.

Have ya ever woke up at bout' 4 in tha mornin', and felt a pain that you thought was gone? What I mean is, a pain that you've carried in your heart so intense, weather its been weeks, months ,or even days, this pain in ya heart won't seem to go away.

At some stage, we get to a certain point in our lives where we accept pain, as a part of tha territory. But what happens when certain types of pain become part of our makeup? of our exsistance? That's a question that has kind of phucked wit me, for a minute. We all are and will, deal wit situations that will cause us to go, to a dark place in our lives.

We all have different mechanisms we use in dealin' wit pain. Some choose humor, some choose to avoid others and bottle it up inside. Some actually take tha self destructive route. Whatever tha approach is, it seems that results are tha same...You will NEVA...NEVA... EVAR... shake that pain.

Oh yeah...you'll quiet tha voices in ya heart and head for a minute, but at some point in ya life, when ya least expect it, you will visit that dark place again. You know that sh*t's gonna happen sooo... take precautions and find a positive approach, in dealin wit that pain ( No, this aint tha "Dr. Phil" bullshit...its a suggestion. )

It's about doin' somethin to give that pain a voice, a yell, a motorvating factor. Sometimes tha pain we feel, if used in a helpful light, can propel us to do great sh*t. Some of tha best moments, as well as breakthroughs have stemmed from turnin' that negative energy into a positive drivin' force.

BOTTOM LINE: We all have to get better at harnessing that pain,into a positive force. Hell...look at me...There's not a phuckin' minute of tha day, that I don't think about ,a heart I broke , tha feelings I hurt, or a soul I did'nt help. But instead of pissin' and moanin' of how life dealt me these bad hands, I decided to make tha internets my therapy, my coping mechanism, my "voice" . (Not to mention it gives YOU a chance to go..."at least I aint that phucked up")

Please do sumthin' positve and turn that dark place into sumthin'somewhat lit. So when you do visit..you'll feel a little more secure. (Wow! did I say that sh*t?!?)


Aiight...Talk wit me @ FaceBook or Mayhemchild007@yahoo.com OR.... Follow this weird azz life on Twitter. (mayhemm09) ONE LOVE.

Maybe you've seen me in tha video..

*Sips Tahitian Treat fruit punch and takes 2 Flintstone chewables* What's good my people?!? Tha weekend has been, well.....tha weekend. I did get a chance to grab a cup o' fun and be in a video shoot. (No porno. Those days are are long gone...My porn name was Mocha Latte. Sh*t..TMI..I know.)

I got ta hang out at Rev's in Country Club Hills il., for tha video shoot of "Holy Ghost" tha new single from hitmaker Stacy Kidd. As far as video shoots go, this one went pretty smooth. Usually, ANYTHING dealin' wit' tha music industry, can turn from work in progress to clusterPHUCK in a matter of minutes. This experince was extremely pleasent. Tha atmosphere had a real positive flow to it. It was a clear example of how sh*t should go. Tha music was tha backdrop that reeeally helped all tha elements come together. People never got tired of takin' pics as well as dancin' their azzez off (I know I can't dance...if I dance, ya'll would'nt respect me later.)

There's reasons why events like this go according to tha plan. Tha music, again was on point. Tha atmosphere was electric due to tha promotion and ambience given by Latonya StClair and her team at Lastreet promotions. They did a nice azz job of enhancing tha club's surroundings. Now...for tha visual end. I got to give mad props to "Tha female Gordon Parks of this Photog sh*t" Ms. Cindy Barrymore.

She has a real keen eye when it comes to, capturing tha essence of tha atmosphere. Add to tha equation of beautiful people, you have a clever mix of organized chaos. Also...Black Star Power was minglin' wit tha appearences from Grammy award winner Hula and tha man of tha hour, Mr. Stacy (Tha big chain) Kidd ( He does wear a Big-azz chain.)

As for tha track "Holy Ghost"....MANNN LISTENNN...certifed club banger!!!! (Ya know I don't review garbage) Stacy has a talent of blendin' and creatin' mixes that boggle tha muh-phuckin' mind. (Look for his mixes and songs on Traxsource.com and other outlets)

So, it was actually a pleasent experience in tha music industry, for once. While tha hell i'm at it, I gotta show love to those, That make this movement..a movement. ONE LOVE. to Hula, Maurice Joshua, E-Smoove, Liddell "NuNu" Townsell, Tha Diz, DJ Emanuel, and CHICAGO'S Tightest female DJ Sundance. ONE LOVE. to Byron (Ten City) Stingly, Marshall Jefferson, Farley Jackmaster Funk, Terry Hunter, Matthew Yates, and sooooo phuckin' many more.

If I forgot you...remind me. Come to Friday nites @ Rev's @ 18221 Pulaski in Country Club Hills. I'll prolly have to make it my spot. Black. Star. Power. at its best.

Aiiight people...if you got an event fo' me to see, or people to know, or just wanna chat (No sex line) Hit me up @ FaceBook (Matt Lloyd) or follow my weird actin' azz on tha Twitter (Mayhemm09) Trust me, it make you thank god fo' yo life.

Mannn Listennn...

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)

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.

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...