What the deals peoples….My throwback pick of the weeks is summertime in LBC from the westcoast/G-funk group Dove shack, who was first debuted warren g”s album regulate.. This track is just a fun type of track wich makes me think of bbq”s and Old E’s and some might say this is corny but this track makes me feel good and puts my mind in a better place unlike most Bs out today….
Whats up peoples this weeks throwback pic is” who’s the truest” by wu-tang producer True Master. Tru Master is know for his raw production for the wu camp but he also spitts and this was the first track i heard him spit on. I belive this was featured on one of guru’s ill kid soundtracks… but the track is dope ,the beat was raw as hell and Tru Masta gets deep “ Let’s go deep into your darkest mental chamber and confront your darkest strangest anger and then convert that anger to life and power within the darkest hour of the night”
Whats up peoples my throwback pick this week is Royal flush feat Noreaga – “What a Shame” it was a follow up to there first queens anthem collabo iced down medallions. This track was produced by one of my favorite producers EZ Elpee, who also produced Iced down medallions and a few other tracks off the Ghetto Millionaire album. I belive on this track elpee fliped up a jones girls sample wich gave the track that 90’s queens sound. In my ears ghetto millionaire was a classic album with a allstar producer line up “Buckwild, Ez Elpee, Sha Money Xl, Hi Tek, Beatminerz ect” enjoy.
This blog is for everyone who is unorganized, spontaneous, creative, and content. Content with being unorganized that is. I know many creatures of habit… weather they are musicians who have strange regiments they are accustomed to, or just your regular dude who goes to the same old deli every morning and gets the same sesame roll with two fried eggs, 3 strips of well done bacon, two slices of cheese, and a light and sweet coffee. I wonder sometimes if one who is totally spontaneous can alter their randomness to adapt to a daily regiment & actually stick to it. I have tried it. I am one of those guys who cleans my studio once a month, or just waits until Velotz comes through and neat freaks it back to a livable area. Once i do have a clean workspace, I tend to create CLEAN music…I also tell myself that I am going to uphold the cleanliness of the lab and I often say to myself ( Its not so hard, just clean up after yourself).
Hmmmmmmmmm……NO! I love being a slob. Don’t get me wrong, I am a clean person…I am just against the grain, unorganized, and ultimately lazy when it comes to something that requires no creativity. The beauty of being content with this scenario is… when I have a messy studio, I tend to make grungy beats. I cannot eat the same thing two days in a row, I don’t even like to drive on the same roads twice in a day, and I certainly love a little randomness to keep my wheels turning. People who know me, are aware that they can probably catch me about to hit the hay when they are having their coffee in the morning…this isn’t everyday, but again – Why not? I don’t feel guilty as long as I am working. If i were drinking a bottle of liquor and staying up til 5-6am … then I would imagine feeling guilt. One thing in my life that is habitual is cigarettes. I fuckin’ hate them… they smell. If they didn’t smell, I wouldn’t mind them. Maybe Camel should invent an odorless stoge, and i’ll gladly smoke all day without any thoughts of quitting. Anyhow, back to work…not sure exactly what I am going to work on …but thats exactly why I love what i do…FREEDOM!
enough-speaking…I sew my mouth after this Rough-weekend. Rough nights call for tough-fights…2AM up-like the ceiling…These buttery lips that twisted my tongue, had sinister plans when the evening was done. she spoke of a man whom she wished would carry her, into caribbean waves right after he married her. now im alone without the holiday spirit, because as I get older I grow to fear it. A sip of the devils flask used to provide a mask…but now it just sets me up for shame in my past. For love i am spoiled with one girl to blame it on. I read from my heart but realize that her name is gone. My windshield is cloudy, my tires are low. my sight is as bright as the sky when it snows. her touch is a branch that provides for a crow, a glimpse at the promising world right below.
