Til Tha Next Episode.....

Weekend was full of stress and bullshit.......either way I'm kind of happy to be at work right now, at least pay me for dealing with shit you know???

No need to relive the stress of the world so I'm not going to go into it. It's monday, and only two more nights to go. I decided on keeping the original hours at 40 and take it easy on the days off. Regardless of what yall think, I need more than just a night off, I need a vacation. Where I live, you have to be more than two states away just to insure you don't bump into anybody. So yes I need a vacation. I need a massage, I need to be away from these flaky ass cats, I just need to be away. Maybe I need head. I don't fucking know, just get me out of here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I looked at K*'s post and something quite disturbed me. Actually two things, one was this line about someone riding Cassidy's dick like he the next Hov, and an actual comparison forum on what's better between Nuttin But A G' Thing and Who Shot Ya? I guess two cents are needed, so here's mine.

I go way back in hip hop. You can actually call me a fucking pioneer actually. A former B-Boy, I seen this artform change, remixed, copied, bootlegged, exploited and so on and so forth. I would like to take this time to start with the absurd comparison between these two 'classics'. G'Thing was what, two years before Who Shot Ya? if anything you need to be comparing that to some Party and Bullshit or Get Money (Although the latter he was with Junior Mafia, it was the club banger at the same time as G'Thing.) The times allow for two different arguments where one might as well compare album sales and content blah blah blah. So no I won't touch that. I love BIG, I like Dre, even though G'Thing stole it with the video, Who Shot Ya sent muh'fuckas to the floor, to the bar, outside to smoke weed, to the parking lot to pimp, all that. Honestly as much as I like G'Thing, I really was either smoking weed at someones cookout, or imitating a lowrider hopping up and down with one arm. Yall know the motion, waving that one arm like something stank up in there. So no, I won't waste no more time on that one....

but Cassidy, shit got time?

I don't know who this fool think he is, I mean didn't he come out with that bubble gum shit with R. Kelly? That's right that "Hotel" shit? I remember now, Pussified. These fools be killing me with that R&B shit. For that to be his first single, and then to hit people with I'm a Hustla. One should take note of the person behind these lyrics. When he dropped, any reader of XXL magazine that actually flips the first 10 pages, should take note in 2002 or 3 when that single was out, he was actually promoting a "Win a Date With Cassidy" contest with his ass all in a heart smiling and shit. Now I don't see a problem with marketing yourself, but I think there is a fine line to cross between a cat who is trying to 'woo' his way into the game as opposed to just going off straight talent. I feel as though this guy dickrode someone to get in the game. On some this cat is the cousin of such and such who is my sisters baby's daddy type shit. Especially when your first joint you do with R. Kelly of all people??? Trying to go to the hotel??? See, that should've spelled disaster from the jump. But this is about hip hop. Cassidy is not hip hop. You cannot compare him to any rapper cause dudes that wack you don't need to insult anyone else like that. I also have the SMACK dvd where Murda Mook told you it don't take $10,000 to battle someone. So if he is scared of an unknown local dude, than no he is surely not hip hop. These days anyone can get a contract, just look at all these athletes who come out with some shit every year. Come on man. I heard I'm a Hustla, to be honest, the lyrics are pretty ehhh, the production was shitty (beat was annoying and I swear if you take out some things here and there you can hear shades of a song with Missy feat. Jay-Z) and well all around it was full of metaphors and punchlines. All shit that has been said already but a few words changed here and there to suit the copyright law. In other words, dry biting, or dog bonin'. If you want street cred, ease your way to the street. If you come out repping the street, then don't be in a rush to do that R&B transistion unless you are doing that occasional memorial/reminisce song. He came out wrong, WAY wrong. Rome, love the blog, but please, never again.

Another start to a week of hell, I think I am going to hold myself down today. Considering that my posts have looked a little too angry lately, I think it stemmed from being built up with all this damn tension. I never thought I say this on my blog, but maybe I need to give myself 15 minutes of fame. Fuck it, I don't see nothing wrong with it. My woman lives in MD, I live in MA, get the point? Being apart feels like a sentence, and holding this in makes for a unhappy camper. Shit, like Martin said, fellas, beat your shit. It can make a difference, trust me. You know what's funny though? I can't even watch porno cause I get jealous when I see them doing the shit I want to do at the time. I'm all like - "...but, but...(sniff) I want to do doggystyle too......"

Funny thing I found out today, there was this girl who I used to go to church with, she was older than me yet she was the cutest thing up in there. All the dudes liked her, and she could sing her ass off. Anyway, I saw that girl today, she was coppin' some Newports and told me she drives school buses. Wow.


Hey shottanix* I think they ready for you, I don't think some are ready for you. I know most of us are. The greeting is coming soon.

K* up in here sounding like you need your own Hip Hop column in the paper or something. Fuck The Source, Fuck It.

H2O "......"

TR* ain't nothing like waking up in the morning looking for the paper and not seeing it especially when the carrier the paper should be there in the am, get at me dude.