All good.

Soooooo, today I got shut down by a lady, and I’m pretty bummed! I figured I’d try my luck and ask her out on a date cause I think she’s really fly, but she just isn’t interested. Fine. Understandable. I respect that. I hope it’s not awkward between us now though. I don’t think she can blame me for trying. Even she knows she’s dope. haha. I think tonight I’ll buy over priced alcohol and blabber about it to my friends. Cheers.In other news, my MacBook is acting stupid as fuck, I brought my lunch to work, and the new Ghostface Killah album leaked. It’s really great. “Yolanda’s House,” and “Rec-Room Therapy” are really amazing.= \

I’m gonna have a ball, it might as well be a testicle.

Since when do fortune cookies come without fortunes? (Update: Fernando gave me his fortune. It said I will discover an unexpected treasure.) I had Chinese for lunch today. It was salty. More than usual. Chinese people are on some shit.. I’ve never been disappointed in Broccoli/Beef combo before, but today’s was just wackkkkkkk. My roommmate is gonna be pissed that I ate such greasy food for lunch. I usually eat out all the time, and it’s going to kill me. Just yesterday I had a stomach ache for the whole day. I think it’s something serious. I’ll get it checked out Friday..or not. I’ll most likely have to though. I can’t die just yet. I still have some personal goals that I haven’t yet accomplished.

Hi. As many of you know, I follow the Wu-Tang Clan like little white girls follow Fall Out Boy. The new Wu leaked the other day, and I was so excited to check it out. First release in 6 years, it’s gotta be heat, right? Right??! Wrong! I have to make it known that it’s not a bad album at all, it just isn’t as good as the previous releases. Yup, that’s counting Iron Flag and The W. I’m a little disappointed by the direction the RZA went with it. It’s not smashmouth, hardcore rap anymore, it’s just eerie beats. The rhymes are there, they just don’t grab hold of you. Well, of me at least. I was really disappointed with Ghostface only appearing on three songs. I know there was a ton of inner turmoil during the recording process and shit, but only three songs? I think Cappadonna appeared on more songs than Ghost did, and Cappa isn’t even an official member. Whatever. There’s no “Triumph.” There’s no “Protect Ya Neck.” There’s not even a “Gravel Pit.” I’ll still buy it.

I am known to do the Wop. Also known for the Flintstone Flop.

Kick it, and so on..and let that shit flow on.

As expected, I’m already super bored of Jay-Z’s American Gangster and Little Brother’s Getback. Told you so. What is wrong with rap? That shit is boring. No one is doing it for me anymore. Maybe it’s just me? Maybe I’ve been listening to too much Ghostface. That could be it.

“Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap.”
“Spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin’ with seven duelers.”
“Chrome laser guns blazing at spades. Wallabees, cherry noose, Kool-Aid.”
“Suede kufi rap undercover dentist.”
“Meditated Yoga, powder ball dancing with the vulture. Catch the Troy laying for Travolta.”
“Ey yo this rap is like Ziti, facing me, real tv. Crescent Heights speech, strawberry kiwi.”

If I told you what he was referring to, you still wouldn’t understand.

Gotta rock a helmet when I write this blog cause I’m fucking stupid. On some new shit.

So let me update you on stuff you don’t give a fuck about.

 

1.) Coffee

mfhaad (12:15:18 PM): have you ever had coffee?

mfhaad (12:15:20 PM): that shit is good

MistaJuJu108 (12:31:18 PM): I HAVE IT EVERY MORNING

 

Alright, I’m addicted to coffee. I’ve had Starbucks every day this week. Caffe Mocha or some shit. Fuck energy drinks. This is the raw! I’ve been substituting real food for coffee during lunch time. Probably a bad thing to do, but I’m young, and I think I can function off of caffeine for a long time.

 

2.) Work – I finally got a parking pass. It only took 2 and a half months? The new girl got hers a week after working here, but whatever. I have my parking pass now. No more circling the block looking for an all day spot. No more moving my car every hour. No more parking tickets. No more being late…not like it matters anyway. I run this place.

 

3.) Work Part 2 – So I’m finally able to show what I can do. We have clients. Yippee! See, having a few clients is a lot different from having none. So it’s “hectic” around here right now. A lot different from the music industry. I’d have to fuck around with at least 10 different clients every day. That wasn’t even that hectic to tell you the truth. So I’m doing what I can.. We’ve started to do something music related that I can’t discuss because of contractual obligations, but I’m pretty much running that. I have a lot of responsibility on this project. I’m a little nervous, but I’m excited. It’s gonna make me or break me, and I’m willing to take big risks if I have to. If I fuck up, oh well. I’ll be happy either way as long as I know I did my best. Usually I’d be on some “This has to work, no excuses” but getting caught up in something like that causes stress, and that’s negative. I’m done with the negativity thing. We’ll see how it goes.

4.) Living Situation -  Been looking at apartments on craigslist.com. Found some really nice spots in good neighborhoods. I will be making some calls soon to go see these places.  I’ll be asking for a raise at the end of the day. Money in the bank is nice. I’m a big fan of hardwood floors. Carpeting is sooooooo 2006. My current apartment has fake hardwood floors that creak. Whoever remodeled it gets a B+ for effort..maybe just a B because the bedrooms still have carpeting. Shitty carpeting too. It’s that dull color that mixes grey and purple, but looks brown somehow..? I’m gonna miss my big closet. Note to self: I need a big closet.

5.) Myself – I have this decision to make. It’s been on my mind for a few days. It’s actually really funny when I think about it. It’s not that serious. Well, it can be taken as serious? But I’m not gonna get into it. Tonight I’m gonna hang with my boys and see what kind of advice they give me. It’s a yes or no thing. I’m leaning towards yes. hahaha. Silly shit.

6.) Shit Talkin’ -

jaguar752(5:43:55 PM): do you know anything about cars?
mfhaad(5:44:08 PM): yeah, you fill em up with hoes, and take em to the ho stroll so they can make that money

 

Peace to Ol’ Dirty. (Part 2)

“I don’t care if it’s period blood, I wanna see some fuckin’ blood!!!”

I’m having Starbucks for the first time ever. I’m having coffee for the second time ever. I don’t know how coffee slipped under my radar. Fuck energy drinks!

Today’s entry is about Dirt McGirt. The Osiris, Dirt Dog, ODB..whatever he called himself. Rest in Peace to Ol’ Dirty Bastard. A legend..maybe for all the wrong reasons, but still a legend. And now my favorite verse from Mr. Russell Jones:

You’re a crossbreed, I’m a knowledge seed
I want ACTION, that’s what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
cause I know when I touch the mic there’s the rhyme
see murder which is caused
when you fuck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
with the hit that’s gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass
Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash
Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee
if you can’t get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?
I came out my momma pussy — I’m on welfare
Twenty-six years old — still on welfare!
so I gotta get paid fully
Whether it’s truthfully or untruthfully
With my Bossin’ bloodthirsty posse
P-E-A-C-E

R.I.P.

“You lookin’ all retarded.”

“We started at four and a half like pre-schoolers, now we in the middle of O’s like hula-hoopers.”

You shouldn’t be rapping about that on a 17 year old girl’s song. Nice beat, though.

Update: I need that Yale letterman jacket.

I’m listening to hick rock.

Outlaws, yee haw!

As soon as I woke up this morning I sent a text message to my good friend, D Comma Big about Naughtyamerica.com. It’s going to be a solid day. Yes.

So I cleaned my apartment for what seems to be the last time ever. I am moving out of here December 31st! I decided to pass up on the nice new car because mine is still in good shape, and I don’t want to be obligated to make insane payments on a BMW just yet. I’m going to live alone! Ha! Living with roommates (especially mine) is fun and all, but I really need my own space. It’s all a part of being a man and blah blah. I’m really excited. I’m going to start looking for places next week. Definitely going to stay in Los Angeles. I’m really close to work, and all kinds of cool shit. I might venture into Korea Town..with the Koreans. Maybe I’ll find something on the outskirts of Hollywood? Who knows. I’m going to demand a raise on Monday. I make enough to live alone because I hardly have any expenses, but it’d be nice to have some extra money to spend on questionable women.

Huge day in the boxing world! Miguel Cotto and Shane Mosley go head to head at 147. Winner most likely fights the winner of Mayweather and Hatton. I will be watching very closely, and between rounds I am going to shout “MMA SUCKS!, MMA SUCKS!” and hope to get a chant going all night. And now, some pictures I took yesterday:

Some people have serious drug problems, and they don’t even know it.

I had never noticed this before. Edward James Olmos, and..I think that’s the actual teacher he played in Stand and Deliver.

I got that ignorant shit you love.

I usually do this thing where I praise an album like it’s the new Jesus, and then a few days later I hate everything about it (see: Port Authority, Underground Kingz, Graduation etc.) and I think I may have found two new albums that will get crucified by Friday.

American Gangster

Yes, a new Jay-Z album already. Not just any album, but a story telling concept album! This album is so good, I threw away my copy of Kingdom Come last night. Jay goes hard right away. Well, not right away because there’s a pointless intro with lines from the movie. But then the beat for the first song, “Pray,” kicks in and you wonder if Diddy was right when he said “Unless your name is Dr. Dre, you ain’t fuckin’ with me on the boards.” Young Hov (Roc-A-Fella, ya’ll!) goes on to talk about corrupt cops, drugs, and gun battles, and it’s brilliant. “Move Coke like Pepsi, don’t matter what the brand name is.” Somewhere in between these verses Beyonce talks about some irrelevant shit. The next song, “American Dreamin’,” is co-produced by my hero, Mario “the Michael Jordan of this shit” Winans. The track has an awesome Marvin Gaye sample in it, and Jay continues his cocaine, money, cars, rap..which is on another level. This jam is followed by my favorite song on the album “Hello Brooklyn 2.0,” featuring…Lil Wayne. Ugh. Surprisingly, Weezy F. (best rapper alive) isn’t so annoying, and he’s not trying to be some sort of punchline rapper in this track. I’m a big fan of songs about your hood, and I think this is one is definitely up there with dopest of hood shout out tracks. “I only roll Lexus to hug your road, I love your corners, I’m half your soul.” Word. My favorite part of the whole song is probably the Beastie Boys sample that Bigg D used. Got the beat sounding like some 86 shit.

So just like any story, there’s a beginning, middle, and end. The Story started off with “Pray,” reached the climax with “Party Life,” a song about..you guessed it, being on top of the world because you sold a lot of drugs, and ends with “Fallin’,” Young Hov gets greedy, and fucks it all up. I highly doubt he snitched though. In between all this shit there’s some really amazing production provided by The Hitmen, Neptunes, Just Blaze, Bigg D, DJ Toomp, No I.D. & Jermaine Dupri. As far as guest spots go, it’s thin, but really, do you need anyone other than Beanie Sigel & Nas on this shit? I forgot about Lil Wayne. Ugh. Anyway, go buy this shit before I change my mind and start bashing it in a few days.

Getback

A new Little Brother album! The best part about this is the lack of 9th Wonder. Now, I don’t hate 9th Wonder, but goddamn, do something different. I was a little nervous when I first checked this one out because I didn’t know what to expect. What if they’re like those emcees who can’t choose a good beat if their life depended on it? (ex: C. Rayz Walz, Canibus) So I listened, and right away I put all that bullshit aside because the first track, “Sirens,” is a fucking banger. Something for your ‘87 Monte Carlo on Lorenzos for sure. It was hard pay attention to what Big Pooh, and Phonte were rappin’ cause that beat was so nasty, but as soon as I got over it, I listened to how serious they come right off the bat, touching on subjects like: the usage of the word “nigga,” losing their deal with Atlantic, hip-hop today, and how rap gets blamed for all that violent and misogynistic shit. I know amongst fans, these guys are bundled in that whole ‘conscious rap’ shit, but I don’t buy that. I love that they rap about serious stuff, and at the same time they can keep an incredible sense of humor in their music. An example of this is reaching out to Lil Wayne to put him on this album. Ugh. I think it’s just a cruel joke they played on everyone..funny, guys. Funny because “Breakin’ My Heart,” the song that features Wayne, that is one of my favorite songs on the album. 9th Wonder produced it too. What the fuck? Wayne singlehandedly ruins this almost perfect love song with his stupid ass rhymes. “I know cheaters never get crowned, so I play fair like roller coasters and clowns.” Best rapper alive, right? I hate the internet.

I’ve got somewhere to be so I’ll wrap it up. The album is great. Solid production from Hi-Tek, Khrysis, Zo!, Denaun Porter, Illmind & 9th Wonder, with hardly any guest spots. Just a few singers here and there. Phonte and Rapper Big Pooh come on point in every song whether it be about the issues with minorities and poverty, wearing stonewash jeans with the leather jacket, or trying to get pussy after you come out of the club. Bottom line: “Holla at the nigga in the red 93 civic.” Give Little Brother your money.

Serious.

Have a good weekend.