hello cleveland!
so i went to rons to record today. we re-did black thoughts, then we did my part of i still love u tho over. and we just about finished regrets. then he had some meeting to go to so i chilled with lesley and becca and sally in the refac. food sucked as usual, but eh. then we went back and i redid my last verse of regrets, then went to open mic night in the basement lounge of cummings dorm. and ron convinced me to perform. i had my doubts cuz the open mic nights are mostly about poetry than nething else, but i did it neway.
and just like i expected, i didnt get the reception i think i deserved. me and ron think that niggas just dont catch what i say, plus he says i surprised em. like shocked em, cuz i did some aggresive kinda rhymes, and i guess i dont lok like the aggresive rhymes type. so neway i did one of my rhymes, and got a smattering of applause. then me and ron performed victory a capella. i noticed he got more ooohs and ahhs during his verses. his shit is more accesible the first time u hear it, and he had more funny lines in his verses. i really shouldnt be disappointed because ive seen the reception rappers get at this open mic, and i actually did relatively good. but i feel like i got polite applause, not "that was tight" applause. there was a tremendous polite vibe in the air until ron started spittin. lil bit of shock was in there too tho...
yo mike u remember the cookies analogy? i told these niggas that i had some bomb-ass cookies. and if they paid attention while i fed em the cookies, theyd see that these cookies was the shit. theyd taste all the spices that i blended in there. theyd see that these cookies tasted better than ne they ever had b4. but they licked the cookies and noticed i didnt use much sugar, and politely said no thanks. but rons havin a showcase next friday, and he said he wants to perform black thoughts, so we'll see if they like the cookies next time. im thinkin maybe i should spit slower so they have a better chance to catch what i say. cats clapped more for victory but i still wasnt satisfied. i gotta remind myself that i spit for myself first and others second, and that the average person is a fuckin moron. and i did get props from one guy who performed but had my same doubts so he only did poetry. all it took was one bit of props for me to feel much better. it sucks that this shit is even affectin me at all, but i cant help but want ppl to feel my rhymes. its human nature to wanna be liked and accepted n shit like that. i wish i could call my wife and tell her about it, she'd prolly have some helpful words.
and just like i expected, i didnt get the reception i think i deserved. me and ron think that niggas just dont catch what i say, plus he says i surprised em. like shocked em, cuz i did some aggresive kinda rhymes, and i guess i dont lok like the aggresive rhymes type. so neway i did one of my rhymes, and got a smattering of applause. then me and ron performed victory a capella. i noticed he got more ooohs and ahhs during his verses. his shit is more accesible the first time u hear it, and he had more funny lines in his verses. i really shouldnt be disappointed because ive seen the reception rappers get at this open mic, and i actually did relatively good. but i feel like i got polite applause, not "that was tight" applause. there was a tremendous polite vibe in the air until ron started spittin. lil bit of shock was in there too tho...
yo mike u remember the cookies analogy? i told these niggas that i had some bomb-ass cookies. and if they paid attention while i fed em the cookies, theyd see that these cookies was the shit. theyd taste all the spices that i blended in there. theyd see that these cookies tasted better than ne they ever had b4. but they licked the cookies and noticed i didnt use much sugar, and politely said no thanks. but rons havin a showcase next friday, and he said he wants to perform black thoughts, so we'll see if they like the cookies next time. im thinkin maybe i should spit slower so they have a better chance to catch what i say. cats clapped more for victory but i still wasnt satisfied. i gotta remind myself that i spit for myself first and others second, and that the average person is a fuckin moron. and i did get props from one guy who performed but had my same doubts so he only did poetry. all it took was one bit of props for me to feel much better. it sucks that this shit is even affectin me at all, but i cant help but want ppl to feel my rhymes. its human nature to wanna be liked and accepted n shit like that. i wish i could call my wife and tell her about it, she'd prolly have some helpful words.