Death to the Hipster.

Here’s something I read about Hipsters. I’ll never understand tight pants in 08.

I hate bumper stickers.

I really do. See, I’ve been stuck on this “I’m better than you” mindset for the last few years, and things like bumper stickers let me know how corny people are. Why do people feel the need to rep “INSERTWHATEVERYOU’REABOUTHERE” in bumper sticker form? Use the internet for that shit. Here’s three kinds of bumper stickers that are awful:

Coexist

Just terrible. That blue doesn’t even match the color of the car. Why the fuck would you put that bulky, rectangular mess on your car? This is the one that makes you look like a pussy. I usually say to myself, “Alright, it’s probably a lady who drives this car. I’ll let it slide cause she doesn’t know any better.” But sure enough, it’s a white dude with Steve Nash hair, and sandals with straps. You know the kind. I like how far apart the Muslims, Jews, and Christians are on that sticker.

Honor Roll Student

People don’t think about the future. Let’s say there’s 100 honor roll students who give their parents the stupid bumper sticker. That means there’s 100 cars driving around with the stupid sticker on it, right? Fast forward a few years to when these kids are teens. Of those 100 honor roll students, how many will have a sexually transmitted disease? How many will develop a drug habit? How many will disappoint daddy by being gay? I’d be weary of slapping one of these onto my car if I was a parent. You never know when you’re gonna be on the phone with your kid’s P.O., and accidentally glance over at the old family minivan and notice that honor roll shit on there. Wondering where the fuck you went wrong.

Political nonsense

Okay. Your choice for President won. Congratulations. What are you gonna do 4 years later when that guy fucks everything up, and you still have that Johnson/Raimkulov ‘12 sticker on your shit? Oh, replace it with the Fernandez/Almazbek ‘16 one. That’s right. You just keep showing off how smart, and liberal you are. The people behind you will totally respect you for that now. Cunts. I saw one the other day that said “McCain: because he’s not a socialist.” I thought it was pretty funny until I pulled up next to the driver and saw that it was a white woman. What a misinformed racist. She was pretty hot for being like 50 or whatever. I woulda tore it up somethin’ serious.

Green Lantern & Russell Simmons – Yes We Can (Mixtape)

I don’t have any cool assets to dress this entry up a bit, but whatever. Green Lantern & Russell Simmons present Yes We Can, a politically charged mixtape. Download link after the tracklist:

1. Intro 
2. David Banner,Busta Rhymes,Talib Kweli “Black President” Rmx pt1 * 
3. Barack Obama “Stand Up”* 
4. Nas Speaks on Politics 
5. Styles P and Cassidy “Make It Out”* 
6. Jay-Z Speaks “The American Dream” 
7. Barack Obama “One Mic, One People” 
8. Russell Simmons Speaks on Obama 
9. Joe Budden,Twista,John Mayer “Waiting on the World to Change 2008″ 
10. Angie Martinez “Yes We Need A Mixtape!!” 
11. Kanye West,Malik Yusef “Promised land 
12. Wale,Rhymefest,Christina K, Royce 529 “Black President” RMX Pt2* 
13. Barack Obama “My Life”* 
14. Jay-z “Lick a Shot”* 
15. Russell Simmons on Change 
16. Wyclef “Obama for President” 
17. Charles Hamilton “The Moment” 
18. Find ur Dreams (interlude) * 
19. George Bush’s Highlight Reel 
20. Mikkey Halsted “King George” * 
21. Obama on Hip-Hop 
22. Joel Ortiz feat Dante Hawkins “Letter To Obama” * 
23. Akon , U.M. “Aint No Sunshine” * 
24. Qadir, Dwayne (Invasion) “Its My Time 
25. Johnny Polygon (Invasion),Amanda Diva “Colorblind” * 
26. Mavado “We Need Barack” * 
27. Jay-Z / Gabe Real “What We Need” (Speech) 
28. Qadir “Yes We Can” Outro 

Download!

Happy Birthday to me.

Note to my friends: Just because you guys see me on AIM at 12:01 am on October 15th, 2008, it does not give you the right to wish me a happy birthday, and then think you’re off the hook. Look, my day isn’t even over yet. It’s October 14th to me still because I haven’t gone to bed yet. I’m stuck doing homework/studying. Is it going to kill you to wait like 8 hours to send me a text, or give me a call? You snakes.

Anyway..It’s my birthday! 23 years old, and I’ve accomplished nothing. Let’s keep it that way for a little bit longer. I remember when I was like 17 thinking..”Damn, 21 is so far away.” What the fuck happened? Oh well. I don’t know what I’m doing for my birthday. I’d like some trim. I’ll settle for dome. Hell, I’ll settle for a chick sitting on my lap.

Toodles.

Charles Hamilton – It’s Charles Hamilton (Mixtape)

The Hamiltonization Process continues courtesy of 2Dopeboyz. Mixtape number four!

Download it: It’s Charles Hamilton

Interview with Heltah Skeltah on Godsgirls.com

I don’t even know. Long overdue, but here it is. Click the picture for the quick phoner I did with Ruck & Rock of Heltah Skeltah. D.I.R.T. in stores now. Go get it!

Halftime Show.

I’m half way through the college semester pretty much. It’s a little infuriating that people are suprised that I lasted this long, but what can I say? Haters wanna hate, lovers wanna love. I don’t even want, none of the above..I wanna piss on you.. hahaha. It feels good to be in school, really. I think what’s making my time here extra pleasant is that I’m doing well. Straight A’s puts a bigger smile on my face than peeling some chick’s panties off and sniffing them.

Surprisingly, I’ve managed to balance my social life and study/homework time quite well. I used to always dread school work becaue I hated missing out on petty shit like TV, video games, playing basketball etc. There’s a big difference between being 17 and on the verge of 23. Priorities change, responsibilities become number one and so on. I can’t fuck around anymore. So, you know, if you invite me somewhere and I can’t come through because I’m getting something done, don’t hate. I want more out of life than a dead end job with a car payment that sucks me dry at the end of every month. So fuck you Muñoz. I’d rather get an A+ in math than pick up your slack on defense any day of the week.

Anyway, midterms are next week on my fucking birthday! How wack. I’m pretty confident that I’ll do well, but I really have to study. That shit’ll be worth it. Then when I’m done, I’ll hit a bar with my favorite ladies, and consume the coldest Guinness known to man. Maybe I’ll palm an ass or two. Wish me luck. Not on the midterms, but on the palming of ass(es).

Jeans.

The other day I decided I needed some new jeans, but only because the ones I had were all dirty. That may sound like some ballin’ shit, but I’m really just lazy. Anyway, in a total No Homo act of the year, I told Ali, a male, to come with me while I go shop for jeans. hahaha. It totally slipped my mind, but I was in a rush so whatever. I wont mention the name of the department store I was in, but only because they aren’t giving me advertising money.

As I was searching for the right size and length, no homo, Ali and I got into a hilarious conversation about sagging our jeans back in the day. After much laughing, I decided it would be cool to sag in the store for about five minutes. I forgot how uncomfortable that shit was. It was more of a “I’m a grown ass man” thing, rather than a “I gotta pick my jeans up every three seconds” thing. That shit is so stupid. Let it be known I would front kick my son in the back if I ever caught him sagging.

I tried on the jeans, I decided I needed to lose some fucking weight. That shit is no joke. I’ll end up like The Biz before I know it, and I don’t have charisma like that dude, so I’d be fucked. After 10 minutes of discussing Young Dro attire, Bubble Goose jackets, and long sleeve button-ups, we were out of there. This entry was a waste of your time, and I’m laughing at you. At least there were some cool Youtube videos, right?

Heltah Skeltah on G4’s Freestyle 101

 

 

I’m A.S.P.C.A., That’s Animals who shoot peeps with clean aim.

Happy Birthday Crackcess Hollywood!

Oh shit! I just went into the archives, and realized my very first entry was October 3rd, 2007. That means I’ve updated this thing for an entire year. Time flies.

Happy Birthday blog!