dumb.it.down.

“I get brain e’ryday, I’m a know-it-all”

I’ve really been having a lot of conflict with myself over the last couple of days. Most of you know that I do the rap thing…blah blah blah. Well…idk. I just think maybe I’m done with it. It just feels like I’m not getting any better or w/e and I’m not able to write the kind of stuff I want to. Which sucks because I can see it…but I can’t translate it onto paper of whatever. And then when I do…it never comes out right when I say it. So Idk. Maybe I’m just going to stop altogether.

Speaking of hip-hop though, I just discovered this artist, Wale. He’s not new or anything but new to me. Apparently this dude is mad famous for having a TON of exclusive kicks and ish. So anyway, I was listening to him and dude is cold. He has a different style and shit but he’s still cold. Look at some of his lyrics:

“I’m is that kid cuz I spit that piff
Whips ain’t shit but my kicks look sick…”

“it’s hard that they say that the crack killed blacks
the crackerjack say that the blacks killed blacks
the blacks killed the blacks for the crack or respect
or the crack that they sell to put food in they ?”…lol

So yah, about an hour ago I had a mini-argument with my sister. I swear, that girl just doesn’t want to better herself. Talking herself trying to semi-put me down because I’m going to school and trying to tell her that if you go to school you’ll have a better job than if you don’t. But if she’s content to live her part-time job life forever, that’s her. Just don’t knock the hustle, yehdig?

Oh, and new video by Lupe. Dumb It Down. Check it out and listen to the wordplay. Amazing.

I'm fearless
Now hear this
I'm earless
And I'm peerless
That means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is
Which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it I can feel it's nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, given to the mother of the deceased. Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace