when i go check out your profiles when you send me friend requests...

MAN!

i literally know like half of your top friends lists.

3,000+ friends and i know 18,000 more people through those friends lists.

this is...kinda disturbing.

i'm moving to guatamala. where NO one knows me.

that is all....

My people that know that they're my people don't need to be in my "Top" friends all the time...I have a LOT of friends and some upcoming artists, or just regular people that are wanting to meet some new people.

So here's what I propose:

If you can recite a verse to any song on my page (Just type it in a comment or in response to this blog) the first 20 people to do so will be in my top friends.

This is an opportunity to network or get to know more people. And as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with that.

 

And for people that have a song of mine on their page (thank you first of all), if you'd like the link to put my ENTIRE player on your page, hit me up.

 

Thanks.

Get at me!!

started thinkin bout my goals, fell asleep amongst the cold/ and the longer I would sleep it got deeper in
my soul/ making up scenarios of mishaps, perhaps/ thinkin how my clothes used to be mismatched, just that/
gazing in the distance unconsciously conscious/ walkin mentally free cuz some gotta be cautious/ 2 eyes in
the distance one follows me watchin/ the other's tryna be slick I gotta be sick/ catchin visions of the
grimiest shit, hard to hideaway/ and impossible to pinch yourself when you're wide awake/ sandman stalkin
me, quicksand's under me/ hinderin my progress and process so subtlely/ wondering if one of these, days
that he'll come for me/ I wunna sleep but don't wunna dream so I'm huddling/ underneath a blanket with a
homeless woman cuddling/ struggling to keep warm, with frostbitten hugs for me/


overpass nightmares, subzero screams/ freezing as I'm breathing but I can't see my breath/ this life is
unfamiliar so I can't be myself/ blood's pumpin warm so it can't be my death/ the homeless woman sleeps and
she reeks of despair/ doesn't stink like weeks I smell the bleach in her hair/ police in the streets playin
beats as they pass/ and I reach for relief but they screech in they cab/ footsteps shorten as I move to
the ending/ askin people if they'd seen me seein who could remember/ buggin cuz I left without the poor
homeless woman/ returned to where i left but she was no longer bummin/ hummin like Aretha tattered clothes
been replaced/ for a gown and a face that could drown any lake/ fascinated fantasizing wishin I could sleep/
but my voice disappeared the very minute I would speak, what a/ Daydream

Brief intermission for the indecisions, brief pause for the flawed, brief moment for atonement, begin/
hitched a ride through my pops and survived through the tide he supplied then arrived on the 9-teenth,
January/ born with a vocabulary none could refuse/ and I CHOOSE to inCLUDE all of YOU with my VIEWS as I
cruise...no motives I'm just hopin large/ word on the dick that I rode in on--um..and a metronome welcomed
me with open arms/ Now this beat in my system's all I focus on/ urban Nostradamus, male Rosa Parks/ refusin
to move from music and I'm holdin on/ Now I'm a mic assassin and I can't fight my passion/ enduring
ignorance for benefit, my rights of passage/ NO i ain't like you rappers, get on my plateau/ got my head
above water killin the backstroke/ and on THAT note...say good morning to importance...
good afternoon to the blackest moon, and good evening to the kingdom, finally good night to the light/
salutations to your pal with patience--greetings to believers and a BIG see you later to the haters...
I feel amAzin..hard to deny/ 2007 is mine all the stars are aligned/ difficulty is nothin its a part of the
grind/ just a slave to the beat, hear the scars in my rhyme, I'm...
just a slave to the beat/ shackled to my adam's apple I hang from the speech peep...
I'm just a slave to the beat...

Finally Meta come around...bring the game back to surface, your boy get ill ya know/ A5 finna come around..
Dont romp wit the squad bwoy ya might get kill ya know/ I.C.O.N. yeah we come around...two claps in the air
cuz my dogs get real ya know/ Them MCease had to come around...Minnesota gettin guap now...

Try and test mine you gonna get got I'm from the streets where the/ best try you run up you're shot, don't
run from beef/ top of the roof even in front of the stoop you know I/ stomp in my boots before I run in the
booth and no I/ ain't changing, same swagger same mind/ with a different agenda building at the same time/
my mind frame shines leaving all you lames blind/ face facts or face macs nines wave say bye/ bell's
sounded better practice 'fore you jump in the ring/ hellbounded better ask before you jump in with me sing!
son hot and none stoppin his progress/ lost my conscience UNconscious wakin up in the projects/ identified
flying objects called bullets float by/ some are hit from loose fragments walk it off and don't cry UGH..
batty bwoys get nothin from us/ wouldn't even have a name if it wasn't for us/


REspect is what I'm after coming after/ what's deserved fuck herbs runnin faster better dip/ Meta flip like
phones homegrown Twin Cities nigga/ won't roam known goon spend plenty figgas/ men hate that don't know me,
real cats know the drill/ women mad they don't know me, groupies don't appeal to me/ filthy as manholes
sewage is spit/ fluids leak through my music you know dude is the shit pause...


jamaican rum in my system jerk chicken on the stove/ mentality violent like Len-Ox I'm pimpin through my
soul/ put my flows on the track and have em serving my listeners/ then its, mayday, payday my words are my
bitches/ flirtin with my rap y'all certain I'm a rapstar/ got apes, dogs, and lions there's
a circus in my backyard/ full surface like I'm cass dog, not nervous cuz you act hard/ no dreads and no
trees but I merk shit like a Rass-tah/ so I'm workin on my patois', humbled myself/ they smokin purple like
the RAP-tahs I guzzle myself/ close to perfect when I snap off, don't trouble yourself/ no conversing over
tracks, naw..muzzle yourself/ one of the best runnin the west's middle section, give aggression/ dont,
come for the belt or mumble under your breath/ cuz you'll probably have none of it left, son of my flesh/
father MC and brother to rest cousin to death/ Minneapolis nigga, run to my steps I'm over south/ brother's
keeper sheddin blood for my set, so close your mouth/

a black rose in the pavement growin awkwardly/ they say money's the root of evil for the things it do to
people/ profit-ING from the booth showin I'm fed/ eatin, the reason I've got a roof over my
head/ sleepin, havin dreams of money clips and fat knots/ shootin dice on black tops and thirsty for
cash crops/ some get it through crack rocks or boostin off laptops/ Been doin the 9 to 5 now I'm makin the
track hot/ stop...hot tracks like, beauty salons/ y'all killin me gettin mills to put some jewelry on/
nothin lasts forever and it's soon to be gone/ currency's the perfect language I speak fluently dog/ Keep
my mouth closed let the presidents represent to, change my residence my friends can get paid/ solemn within
my sentiments it's ev-ery-day/ now the, elegant women be on Meta for days/ gettin better grip so
benefits settin me straight/ stackin dividends and rhetoric it's clever to save/ I was neglegent but
several ends have bettered my ways/ now it's effortless to sell em a dream, I need cream like/ kids need
street lights music is wealth/ went from kid, to MC, to a future exec...watchin Judases who wanna ruin my
depth/ but I, grew from my debts now I'm persuing my checks, yep...

superintendent of doin my bidness...now opportunity is runnin to me, who could have picked this?/ I'm smart
never aligned with a funny regime/ everything I said I meant (mint) like a money machine/ so many lookin
for Jeffersons, I've befriended Mr. Benjamin who wasn't a president but/ that's irrelevant, success is what
you make it today/ as blacks the only presidents we like have no breath in em/ on corners you flash
gats we flashBACK like veterans/ life as a pessimist look what I've invested in/ privilege for the upper
class nothin for the rest of us/ and that's my word money, went legitmate/ to rippin it on stages to gettin
this word money/ can't take my words from me I'll be gettin no scratch/ and I really aint as quick to go
back to bird money but/ even the cleanest of schemers can turn bummy..grew from accepting anything/ to
stackin bets I'm Malcomlm X gettin cream by ANY means...can't play me slim, kept allowances from eighty
six the mic's my ATM/ choppin cheddar I'm after that NEW lettuce/ the texture feels like spinach I'm in it
to DO better/ mixin ideas homie I'm a TRUE chemist/ cuz my family needs a crib PLUS I've gotta SHOE
fetish/

I remember... sugar water and a mustard sandwich/ having to play outside with busted sandles/ quarter
juices at the corner store/ had to share with lil branden as the oldest bro...cuz nobody in the city was
rich/ older cats had weight tried to get me to pitch/ them lames couldn't scare us...the only phrase I was
SCARED of was get me the switch--and I never could express my anger/ at times when the ends never met like
strangers/ dreamt of Jordan's and woke up to Stride Rites/ Fisher Price Flashlight was the night light/
oodles and noodles spaghetti and hot dogs/ grilled cheese sandwiches were heavy as rocks y'all/ but I'm
grateful for the way I was raised/ kept me grounded so I'm NEVER changing my ways/


I remember, wrestling came on Saturday nights/ Bobby the Brain Heenan always grabbin the mic/ used to think
how I dressed was lame/ 5 years older than my brother..but/ my moms used to make us dress the same/ I'd
complain til I had nothin left to say...it made it hard to impress the dames/ I, recall it ALL like it's
yesterday/ we would play with G.I. Joe and the ninja turtles/ my parents was always broke after christmas..
FUCK Santa cuz I KNOW their persistence/ Nintendo didn't work? You just blow in the system/ 2 room
apartment gettin blowed with the Super/ ma dukes cleanin as she zones to some Luther--back when we didn't
own a computer-- speak and spell was my road to the future/


I remember, TRYIN po pimpin..listen..we would, get our baby freak on with hide and GO get it/ and a lot of
the girls would try and roll wit it/ the other fast girls couldn't hide the HO in em/ and I was SO wit it,
hormones buggin/ lil girls runnin with they cornrows comin aloose...and I played the piano/ didn't have
game so I sang them a ballad/ I was often made an example/ hoop skills didn't get me groupies/ at 12, I was
five foot 6/ a hundred and twenty pounds if my clothes got drenched/ I was nice and had patience but SO
what?/ I was shy with an occasional bowl cut/ anxious to grow up..and leave the past behind me, not knowin
that my past defines me/

I'm writing soul food, spitting full course meals now you wanna bite the hand that feeds you? (repeat)

Round here they keep the pounds lit, rep who you down wit/ hittin stings twisting trees in a Crown
Vic/ ghetto: fiends influenced by crack's voice/ burbs just follow they nose like Toucan Sam/ and
you're the man if, you have grams, big bidness/ but you cant sit wit us if you can't stand on your
own...people celebrate the first of the month/ niggas dyin idle caravans, with hearses in front, TWIN!
Cities, kiddies play in the streets/ oblivious to traffic kids are slain in the streets/ same story
the only thing changing is beef/ and grandmothers are prayin for peace, TWIN!  Cities/ you make
clothing lines when your homie dies/ cuz your face on a shirt's how you're immortalized/ WE exist
through it cuz we're seein it/ caught with rock when the cops is bringin it/ pushin keys like a
pianist..I aint bitter I'm a REAList, world war 3'in it/ upliftin negativity cuz MY people needed it/
A dead solider's anthem is this...

And as the beat cries I'm lyin it the cut/ just, burnin up feel the fire in my strut/ I'm underground
so I'm rhyming in the mulch, trust/ if labels start diggin lower into Minnesota then/ they're destined
to find a diamond in the rough/ african american idol you Simons wanna judge but/I'm reachin for fame
like Irene Cara/ as jakes speed through stoplights with SIREENS blarin/ fear isnt an option, peer
pressure is constant/ and if you disagree then you must not know/ we cheer villains and mobsters beers
spillin on coffins/ I'm the voice of the man who calls the bus stop home/ it aint odd to see us prayin
to God, whether it be Yahweh or Allah, whatever helps you stay on your job, the captain of the force
acts like the master on a horse and we're slaves to the Law, TWIN!/ Cities, I'm a nigga playin his
part/ mirror image of oppression I'm just raisin the bar...state of grace tryna take it away/ through
my music I've doubled what I made in a day/ puttin a stop to this bullshit, so anchors AWAY, TWIN!...
Cities, where we after the big penny/
This is the song of the slaves...

From fond hellos to empty promises...

witty homages and fake smiles.  Confusion's set like game point.  And all I can do is think of you.

Times change like the weather, frivilously constant,

I'm innocently awkward til I'm entering the coffin.

Expectations of me arise and I try to live up to em;

But I give in to em,

not believing the hype but retrieving the might that I need to

achieve what I write.

My confusion started miniscule as a part of ridicule,

but the confusing thing is I can't get rid of you,

no matter how hard I've attempted to.

I walk miles on roads of insanity succumbing to the atmosphere, crazy aint it?

Past situations made me hate it but,

confusion is taking over me.

Writing this because boredom ordered me;

cornered me vocally so now I openly admit to supposedly...

being confused.

ok...

so I've been thinking about somethin new to do with the direction of my music.  And with all the good feedback that I'm receiving, I figured the best way to say thank you to fans and friends of my music is interaction.

What I mean is...I would like to get everyone's opinion on what they think that my next song should be about.  So THIS IS the time for you to have some sort of impact.  WHATEVER you want me to spit about on my next track, comment on my blog.  The idea with the most votes will be the topic of the next track.

Dont let this blog go unnoticed...this is BIG!!