GOT ME A HUSTLE. MONEY IN THE BANK.

GOT ME A JOB AND A HOMEY TO THANK.

GOT ME A CAR ONCE I GRADUATE

GOT THIS FAT BLUNT, WHO WANTS TO BLAZE?

Wow ( Read more... )

It's 8AM and I don't want to be here but fuck ( Read more... )

Who wants to blaze up ( Read more... )

I spent this morning fixing up our section 8 closet that busted off the wall. They almost had me fooled thinking we got a nice place to stay in a bourgeoise neighborhood for cheap. I'd rather be home ( Read more... )

Books, records, notebooks all over my bedroom. And it's time to compile this shit and get productive. My brothers' graduation (one of which I'm not able attend, due to the foulness of my family situation) got me thinking about what the fuck I'ma do when the year swings its ass around and looks me in the face saying, "What now ( Read more... )

Progress on the Proper English album, "The Workbench" EP, once again has fallen into hiatus as I gather necessary tools for entering phase two. Once the playlist of instrumentals becomes final we'll be able to record and mix these vocals and prove to you we really are emcees. Seems like that's not the only thing I've got on my plate right now, ( Read more... )

Yesterday on the bus toward the museum Ole Girl - you know Ole Girl, the one that never ceases to amaze you with the amount of dumb shit she can say in one sentence - hops on the bus with Ole Dude - you know Ole Dude, the male companion that acts like her man but is in reality old enough to be her daddy's daddy - and says to him ( Read more... )

I don't wanna be all Kanye West-y and get cocky and shit, but there's a lot of satisfaction in digging through your entire playlist and realizing that some of the fattest beats in the pile were made by yourself ( Read more... )

At school ( Read more... )