Here We Go...

Wouldn't it have been dope if I just left my blog on that last post? I feel like that was the perfect closer to just dead the whole shit. I never planned to dead it or anything, but after I posted that I thought about how swell of a message that was.

I Have Something To Say

That's it.

I really do have something to say, you know? I have something to say that's bigger than this blog, that's bigger than a book. Just knowing that feels good.

"I can't fit it in box...computer, book...whatever. And some days I say 'great'...as if I'm really doing better." - Me

I have something to say that's going to change the way you look at life, living and the human condition. I'm not really sure what that is yet, but I have something to say. That's all I want to say.

Then it was clicking because people were like "Do you mean "That's it" for the blog?" And I thought like..."Damn, maybe it is..."

I'm not saying that I'm better than niggas (right now, because in general, I am.) But this whole "blogging" thing, while cool, might just be a wrizzy for me. It's no secret that I had the best blog when I had the best blog...but it's like "So what?" What does that really mean? If I never posted again people wouldn't really "miss" me or anything. Somebody else fills your spot. Somebody who's funny and semi-talented starts a blog every single day. I never hear about them. I'm in my world and our worlds never meet. That's wack. Following me?

I'm saying that there's no way you haven't heard of Kanye West. He made his world big enough so that you're going to have to run into him at some point. Now, maybe I'm not that talented...but I probably am. I just have to put what I'm thinking on paper for you to love. I'm trying to just write and be recognized for it on a level that can't be ignored. Maybe you like it, maybe you love and maybe you hate. But, fuck it...experience me. And maybe when I front page a few times you'll remember that I had a blog at some point. Nobody has done writing the way I want to do it...and when I die before I do it, remember that I dreamed bigger than niggas. Remember what I wanted to do.

I'm sitting here with 79 followers, probably a few anonymous...and I really need more than a million. And I really do love people who read my shit because to invest time in me and my thoughts when you didn't have to is really special to me. I have this saying that I used to say to bitches when I was colder than I am now...I used to say "Whenever I'm doing something, I could be doing something else." I used to say that in relation to spending any time with them, on some "Just be happy that I'm even spending this much time with you" shit. I loved saying that. Anyway, yea...that's real shit though. I love the 5 minutes people spend with me because they could be doing something else. There's always other shit to do...you chose me. I appreciate that.

The thing with the internet and blogging is that it fucks the supply and demand aspect of creativity up. There's too much clutter on the internet. I didn't realize that this many people "write" before I got into this whole blogging shit. The thing is, most people can't write. Give a nigga a keyboard and they think they're me. Just like giving niggas mics and MPC's...same shit. This is a bit easier though. Maybe they should charge people to blog. I would pay to be able to share with you.

Fucks me up because even if you can't write, you'll have 50 people who think you can because they kinda relate to what you're writing. Regular shit. You know? I get that emotion you're trying to convey, but it's not really well written. I've felt the way you're trying to convey, but you're not making me feel it right now. People think it's well written because they can't write. That doesn't encourage growth.

Maybe you just want comments, more followers, a few LMAO's or whatever and you don't care about getting better. Then maybe you should stop calling yourself a writer. If you don't want to be the best then just stop. And if you want to be the best, then get better. I don't understand how you read your shit, then jump to mine and still think you're dope though. If I was a rapper and I listened to Lupe, I probably wouldn't rap. I can't stand when a nigga is hands down better than me at some shit I do. So either I'm gonna be better than this nigga or I'm not gonna do it.

"But Teef, I just like writing..."

OK...then I'm not talking to you. Move on.

I feel like I made a lane and genre with the way I write so that people could never say they were better than me. Maybe that's just some bullshit I use to ensure that I'll never feel like people are better than me...but still. Who cares?! I'm falling back into the same shit that I was just talking about deading. It would be funny if Jay used Auto-tune right at the end of D.O.A. What I WAS saying is that...the internet is great for people who can't really write. That's how I was feeling when I put Subscribe to This... together. My shit is too live for the internet. But people know who I am based on this. That's a blessing. They checked my book because of this, I'm not shitting on blogging...I'm just saying I outgrew it and it's more just something I have so I can have a presence.

The following was really organic too. My friends aren't on here telling me I'm that guy, you know? I didn't come to the party with a gaggle of broads, but I left with a few. I started writing and nobody was reading. I mean, nobody. Then I started getting people who don't know me to be like I'm that nigga and it happened because of writing...nothing else. They got to know me. Some of the coolest people I've ever met and never met fucked with me because of writing. Made money, girlfriends, vagina...all because I can write. And I don't think people have seen me be great...that's the best part.

I just want to take it off the internet though. Old school, selling books out the trunk type shit. Take the city, area, coast, country...then the world. Funny because I'm not really a popular blogger in the scheme of blogging...but I'm just better than niggas. Me saying I'm better than niggas is the reason I'm not a popular blogger. I'm too arrogant. I'm just really confident in my ability and honest. Those don't blend well.



I saw some "Best Black Blogger" award shit happening or something like that...whatever it was called. And I feel like if I'm not nominated for whatever the top prize is, the awards lose credibility...on my Kanye shit. There's no way you leave me out of that type shit...no way. Then I caught myself like "Nigga, you care?!? Chiiiiiill..." That's corny...not that I cared, the awards. Do something with yourselves. Write a book. I don't know, I guess I just think it would be hard finding space for my digital awards. Saved me the trouble. I probably wouldn't show up if I was nominated anyway.

Just trying to progress. That's all I'm saying. Keep doing your thing, I'm not knocking it. I'm just saying that I don't want to do your thing anymore. Like, how long are niggas that fancy themselves as writers gonna be posting shit on the internet, thirsting for comments? Every now and again I see somebody I don't know reading my book on the train and I feel like everything I just said was straight from God's mouth. The season starts now.

That's it.

Really, this whole thing was just so I could point out that it would've been really dope if I left that blog on that last post. It's too late for that now though...

Go back and read my old shit. I was really killing it.

And I'm leaving comments open because I think this is my last post. And maybe you have something to say too...

...but maybe I'll write some shit tomorrow like this never happened.

I Have Something To Say

That's it.

Glory or Death

Download the mixtape HERE!

By: G.o.D. Jewels

In my "unbiased" opinion...

Chicago's G.o.D. Jewels is one of the nicest niggas kickin' it...Beckham. People have been waiting for this tape for years (literally). I mean, actively waiting. Not on some "When it drop, it drops" shit...I mean on some "When is it dropping!!?" shit. And with every day, week and month that it didn't drop...Jewels raised expectations. There was never a slew of release dates that didn't come, no broken promises...just talk of a legendary tape that would one day come out. One day happened and that day didn't disappoint.

(Note to weaker rappers: Don't do this. Just drop your weak tape. The less hype the better. Be the sleeper or something like that.)

This guy knew what he was doing. He really played it too humble, almost. Leaked track here, bar fest there...scrunched up faces everywhere.

Lil' Wayne used to have a nice little song over a nice little beat called "The Mobb"...used to. Then there was G.o.D..."I Got Bars" put niggas on notice that the title was indeed the case. It's no longer Wayne's song.

The bad part is, Wayne was really going off on that..."Sorry Weezy, had to borrow this beat so I could rape and abuse it...I'm basically ruthless."

The funny part is, that's not even on Glory or Death...that's years old. He only got better. You could've thought that he was a punchline rapper...and you could've been wrong. Actually, you are...you're just wrong. Well, you were...now that you DL'ed the tape, you don't have to think that anymore. Feel what it feels like to be right.

The best part is, if you weren't waiting...you don't have to. And if you were waiting...you don't have to anymore. The moment is here.

Glory or Death is here...it's a moment.

He's honestly just better than the vast majority of you rap niggas. It's not even fair. From "Jewels" to "Ain't No Way"...he locked in. If you appreciate rappin ass niggas, you'll appreicate Jewels...you'll appreciate Glory or Death. If you don't appreciate rappin ass niggas...you better learn to.

You'll get to say "I been knew about that nigga Jewels" in a minute. You'll be feeling all good about yourself, looking down on niggas who are just getting up, pause. "Ol' late ass niggas..." You know, the same shit you did with that Drake guy...except G.o.D. Jewels is better. Then you get to hate him later on. So, put all the people you can on now...then get mad at them later.

Download the mixtape HERE!!

"Jewels has the symptoms of a nigga who is sickly, please give him sick leave. This is called a symposium for niggas who get rid of the diesel...Kobe them."

And he's coming right back with Greatness Opens Doors...stay tuned.

Personal favorites: I'm Sayin', LA to Chicago (ft. Dom Kennedy), Heathens, Hella Haters (ft. The Boy Illinois) and Ain't No Way



www.godjewels.com

*G.o.D. Jewels has nothing to do with this post. So, before you email me asking me to write some shit up on your tape...don't. I probably won't like it...and I don't lie.

There Was A Donkey

Eeyore used to really be dropping science on niggas and they would just play him off on some silent "Shut the fuck up" shit. The way they used to act like Eeyore didn't say anything used to bother the Hell out of me. Nobody ever reacted. Pooh was too busy looking for honey and being a homo to pick up the gems Eeyore was dropping. Even as a kid, I used to get what he was saying...and in my six year old voice a "real shit" would be directed towards the TV that I was sitting far too close to.

One time my guy said "We can't all and some of us don't. That's all there is to it." Damn. Sure, he didn't make that one up...but still...that's some shit to sleep on.

More from Eeyore:

I'm not asking anybody...I'm telling everybody.

After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said "Bother!" The Social Round. Always something going on.

Could you ask your friend to do his exercise somewhere else? I shall be having lunch directly, and don't want it bounced on just before I begin. A trifling matter, and fussy of me, but we all have our little ways.

Rabbit: Thank you, Eeyore. Drop in on any of us at any time, when you feel like it.

Eeyore: Thank you, Rabbit. And if anybody says, in a loud voice, 'Bother, it's Eeyore!'...I can drop out again.



I'm really trying to figure out how his "friends" let him be homeless though. Eeyore would have to construct one man shanty towns on the reg. Pooh had room in his hole, pause. I'm sure Tigger had space, too. I understand the Kangaroo broad had a seed and she was likely dealing with Baby Father issues because I don't ever remember seeing that Kangaroo dad around. And Rabbit was just an asshole. I give them a pass...they can't help it. No excuse for Pooh and Tigger though. Even Christopher didn't scoop the homie up and bring him in. The genius gets left out in the cold, exposed to the elements...with a tail that never sat well with me in its security. They were trying to break his spirit. They didn't know it was already broken though. Once your stereo is broken, breaking it more doesn't hurt anything. The music already stopped. (I be droppin gems too...on the low.)

If that wasn't bad enough...they used to knock his shitty dwellings down while they were horse playing. Like...what.the.fuck? Eeyore never did trip though. He understood that his reward was being smarter than niggas. I feel him on that. Build another house. Just one time though, I wanted to see him put the toast to Tigger's neck...just once.

Sidebar: I always wondered why everybody called Winnie the Pooh "Pooh" instead of calling him Winnie. I mean, he was Winnie the Pooh Bear...Pooh being the species of bear he was. Why call him Pooh? He has a name...it's Winnie. Mike the Human wouldn't be called "Human"...I don't understand. I never once heard anybody call him Winnie. What happens when his Pooh bear cousins come through? "Naw, not you...the other Pooh." Winnie wasn't about shit anyway though.

Tigger seemed like a rapist to me for some reason. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I'm pretty sure he was into some not so kosher business when the sun slept.

Real Talk

I'm turning my life over to God.






Sike!

Saying "sike" is pretty funny.

Identifying Characteristic

Funny how everybody thinks an offensive statement is racist just because someone identifies your race in said statement.

A white guy saying "You stupid, black, motherfucker..." isn't racist. He just felt the need to identify your race while calling you a stupid motherfucker. You should be offended if you're not a stupid motherfucker...because you are black. And if you are a stupid motherfucker as well...walk away and smarten up (Nas)

I decided that I'll be using race as an identifying characteristic every time I insult somebody from now on. I'm not being racist. I mean, I am pretty racist is general...but I'm not being racist when I make these statements...as if it really matters anyway. I'm black so it's OK for me to be racist...and if it's not, you can't beat me in fighting so it doesn't really matter.

"Look at that dirty, Mexican, son of a bitch..."

You being Mexican has little to do with your hygiene and the fact that one of your parents is a bitch. Sure, I could've left "Mexican" out...but that opens the door for confusion about who I am referring to. Oh, you're from Guatemala? Pardon me, I made a mistake. I didn't mean anything by it. From a distance you looked Mexican. But let's focus on getting you cleaned up. I'm not too sure there's much we can do about your bitchmade parents though.

You're 27...

...and you're telling me how fun a prom was.

Commit that.

Around Nowish...

Yea, so maybe start working out nowish...you know? It's mid-late May and I really don't want to hear your bullshit about getting it "tight and right" for the summer, in July.

And if you're mad fat, you're not getting anything tight by summer and please refrain from wearing anything tight all summer. You should've started getting ready for the summer in October. You don't get an off season and shit.

The season starts now.

Sidebar: When Kobe lost in the Finals against the Pistons that time, he said "The season starts now!" all teary eyed and shit. Hilarious. I know that nigga went to the gym THAT night and shot 1000. The only nigga in the gym with him was the mop boy to clean up his tears of failure.

Oh, I'm only talking about bitches...I don't give a fuck what you niggas do.

This Makes Me Laugh

Swiper!

No Swiping!

Ummm, Yes...It Is...

So you can stop updating your status as "Is it too much to ask to just be happy??"

Thank you.

"Is the one thing that everybody is chasing in life too much to ask for and be given as I sit here complaining about it instead of getting off my ass and making it right?"

Well, when you put it like that...

Yea, that is a little too much to ask for...just take it.

It's Not Like You Were About to Smash...

So it really doesn't matter if Lauren London is having a baby by Wayne.

Niggas out here talking like they were ||<--- that close to beating or something. Broad doesn't even know your simple ass is alive. Jokes are one thing, but niggas are really tight...on some real life anger/disappointment shit. I mean, a nigga called me...like, really called me sounding like his bike got stolen. Yea you, fam...shit is pathetic.

You don't have a shitty album out that sold 3 mil...Wayne does. He dug Lauren London...raw. You lose. Nigga popped your dream bubble and you're really upset about it. But the thing is, it wasn't a toss up between you and Wayne. She wasn't on the fence between 9-5 you and Lil Wayne. Chill.

And if you wouldn't pop with the category 4 force just because she's having a little martian then you really need to stop it now.

And it's wild gay that niggas care more that it's Wayne than anything else. 1000 yourselves...

(Lauren London disgusted at your disgust)