Young Hilary Clinton

Ouch

Here I Go Again

"Yo, god. I'm bored as shit. Ain't nobody to murk?"
"Relax, brah. I'll let you know what's up when I know what's up."
"Uggggh!"
"I know I know. I'm itching too, but we have to be patient. Play a game or something"
"God, I finished Grand Theft and these niggas on Live make want to murk someone even more."
"You know what you need? Some seafood. City Island?"
"Bet. These nuggets ain't did shit for me."
"You slumming again?"
"Sometimes you just get that urge for some McNuggets. And City Island ain't all that upscale."
"Ha! Just get ready. Some fresh air and water might do you some good. Thirty."
"Thirty."

"I'm a true Americana, don't like no red."
"Red?"
"You know...brits, commies, injuns, Red Sox..."
"I didn't know you were a Yankees fan."
"Watch your mouth. I'm a Braves fan."
"But you don't trust 'injuns'. Sheeeet you might be a 'Skins supporter too."
"Don't you mention them no more. I'm for God's team, the Cowboys."
"Lord jesus"
"Blasphemer!"

...it's something and if you know my style, it's always dialogue first as well as disjointed. It's something...trust me.

International...International...

We're Wrong Turn Vibin'

Remember when I spoke about the group me and my boys were in and how if I found a track I would up it (if not remind me to tell ya)? Here it is:

 And now for the story behind this (and remember some info may be missing since I had little to do with it)

Back in the dayz, we were young idealistic men who decided that rap music was going down the hole due to the influx of "gangsterism". When people mentioned hardcore, it's usually associated with gunplay, smoking, drinking, getting on hoes (sounds familiar?). To us hardcore was about the art, our gunplay was lyrics, we got high off of doing stuff like video games, making beats, shooting pool, etc. (sounds like De La, right?).

Everyone had a crew or a movement back then. Ours was called Wrong Turn, meaning what everyone else is doing, we're doing the opposite. Admirable. This was supposed to be our theme song, the song that lets people know what we were about

Anyway, our summers usually included a trip to Jones Beach for Greek Fest, but on this particular Saturday, Dre and I decided to skip it. We decided to work on some beats (I forgot where G was, probably was at the Fest haha). We had this sample that an associate gave us, but we couldn't figure out what to do with it. We're messing around when we came upon the drum sample used in ATCQ's "Can I Kick It". Drumbeat vinyl on the turns, sample in the tape player, and a bootleg way of connecting both to a four track. Dre manned the turns as I handled the tape deck. Like chocolate falling into some peanut butter, it worked causing us to go "Woooooooo!" Dre and I looked like we create a hit single or something. In the following days, Dre and G worked on the lyrics.

When they laid the track down, I had problems with my ear so I wasn't able to go. Surprisingly they claim that was the quickest session ever (bastards). Dre did the ad-libs I was supposed to, but around that time I was getting more in the spoken word (I had a plan that didn't really work because...well read on).

A few months later, Dre decided that rap wasn't his thing anymore (I'm guess it was more from people saying his sounds were dated or too Tribish than the love being gone. Of course I could be wrong). That was it; Mystic Odd Squad faded away only a memory to us three and the people who hung with us.

So yeah, things have changed; for the most part we like to take a couple of drinks now and then, I smoke, and the ideals we had at age 18/19 changed when we got closer to 23/24 (actually once we discover the joys of drinking and clubbing…well you know).

If you read through all of the above you deserve a treat (or two):

 

 

*chucks the deuce and gives the Pam*

1L2U,

Prov!?