.......the show

once again it's on.. just found out this morning that im booked to fill in the open slot for saturdays show.. since i've been behind the boards i havent found time to perform my material.. usually i would turn down a show; just like i've turned down the previous offers.. something in my mind said fuck it, do it. im up to my neck in last minute preparations and im tired as hell.. i havent worked on much music this week since im going thru some shit.. dont worrym im turing it all into songs pretty soon... i'll keep you updated on the showtime and location so you can show support

how it all began....... a crate diggas story (part 2)

20 years ago this very day marked the start of a legacy.. by this time i've already grown out of the sk-1 keyboard and I was plottin on my pops sk-200. looking back i never realized exactly what i was getting myself into; until now. with 88' just beginning, i've began to dig into my parents record pile even when they warned my not to touch the records... those who know me well are aware of the ass whoopin i got for scratching the hell out of MJ's Thriller album.

every day after school i would come home, watch Video Music Box and then get to the beats.. i used to sneak a pile of records into my room, grab the cords out of my toy chest and hook the turntable to the sk-200.. the first record i've ever sampled was a joint from some disney record.. the jungle book to be exact. the drums were kinda weak on the sk so i snatched the bass and snare from this Bloodstone record... being that the sk-200 only holds 4 samples i only was able to chop 2 samples for the rhythm.. then i got smart. with 2 tape decks, i recorded the drums with the samples on 1, and added more samples on the other.. took me hours to sync them both together... sheer fuckin genious

as the years went on i took a liking to music other than hip hop.. listing to artists like The Stylistics, Ohio Players, The Persuaders, Temptations and Bloodstone gave me more of an ear for sampling.. without a dollar to my name i began saving lunch money in order to buy records.. i remember one day going to Vogal's in easteick. old dude behind the counter was shocked to see an 11 year old asking for cuts like The Spinners and Delfonics.

fast forwarding to my teen years..... this was a time i was kinda deep into my record collection.. after weeding out all the records in my moms collection, I began buying more for myself.. now i was exposed to the ills of amerikkkas society and i did it for a purpose.. still with no money in my pockets i took a job as look out boy in order to support my habit.. i think i was worse than the fiends because i worked to build my record collection. after shit fell apart i was about 56 records deep of my own plus the 30 something records i jacked from moms. not only was i sampling, i was listening and diggin the vibes of generations before me.. the 90's introduced somthing new to my ears.... jazz. still I listened to the classic soul joints but it was cuts from the likes of McCoy Tyner and Donald Byrd that filled my ears... that shit was straight fire. i remember days at my nigga Rob's house diggin thru his pops collection listening to shit like The Heath Brothers, Coltrain and Billie Holiday. not knowing if it was the combination of the instruments or just the spontaneity of jazz itself that drew into this artform, i was hooked. by this time I no longer had the sk-200 and I was making beats with my cousin Ryan. a few weeks into 95 i took a long walk, not knowing that i was soon to come across a pile of records that was thrown out a few blocks away.. that shit made my day. the fucked up part is that it was a rainy day and i made 2 trips back and forth just for 2 crates of records.. 2 fuckin crates, hell yes it was worth it. time past and i began to find more crates that were thrown out within the hood.

in retrospect, all the shit i went thru with records were ridiculous but it was worth the trouble, time and effort.. i gained and lost alot of my collection over the course of those many years.. from vinyl crackin to niggas jackin my stash, i found time to replace what was once lost.. the worst thing to do is to let another crate digga borrow records. in the end i cant complain because i am the same way.. about 1/4 of my collection was jacked from other diggas like myself.. too many records to keep up with, i began to say fuck it and move on.... between 2005- 2007 i've spent close to $4000 on records alone.. out of that 4G's i spent about $1000 on 3 classic jazz albums at an auction... damn right i will out bid u nukkas if it's worth it... those are collectors originals, autographed in mint condition still in the original cellophane rapper... not sampling those...thats a no no. this day in time I look at my collection and say damn, because 20 years ago i wouldnt have realized that i would not only sample from these records, but they will become my listening pleasure as well... as long as there are crate diggas vinyl will never become extinct... yall CD and MP3 muthafuckas need to take note.. there's alot of history in diggin and this is my story.......ya digg

ok, ok

DONT ASK STUPID QUESTIONS

(ask stupid questions and receive stupid answers)

I've been asked alot of questions about the cover to the up coming mixtape.. like Hov, people asked a million and 1 questions, but i dont have a million and one answers

alot of yall my be aware of the symbolism expressed in the artwork. to the slow ones all i have to say is this: dont ask

to those that have, i will answer them all collectivly... starting now

the cover

the storm represents the turbulant times i've been thru. everybody have a story of the shit they been thru in life. we all been thru ups and downs however, i've been thru alot.. actually i put myself thru alot of un-neccessary shit to the point i felt like it was a storm of wrath... the storm also represents the dawn of a new day.. after rain must come sunshine.

the crosses represents my rejection of religion as a form of mind control.. like it or not it is indeed a form of mind control that is unseen to the human eye. we all have to believe in something but i'd rather rely on fact rather than blind faith.. alot of church folk may be offended by my choice to represent truth opposed to being brain-washed.. so if you are offended,fuck you.. read a book and free your mind.. that cross also represent the oppression we faced when generations before us saw them burning on our lawns... those who burned the crosses knew of the fear which the act brought.. that fear pushed those closer to who they thought was GOD, not knowing we controlled our own destiny. I never strayed away from truth, just moved further from lies. to answer your question, it is not in any way a representation of the anti-christ or any other organization affliated with it's teachings.

the graveyard

this is a representation of death as well as life.. majority of amerikkka is walking zombies; mentally dead with no clue of their own existance.. in this day in time we as black people lost up to 7 generations. on a grand scale that shows there is no future. if you believe in christ, the text stated was risen from the dead. we must rise up from the oppression that we aree facing.. as time goes on we bury ourselfs, as a whole, into our own graves.. we do this by being commodities. we are no longer human when we become nothing more than merchants and consumers.. the shit that bothers me is the fact that we continute to make ourselves slaves and bow down to the master.. here in amerikkka there is only one religion and that religion is finance.. the only belief is economy and the only GOD served is the dollar bill... if it wasnt so that blasphemous remark wouldnt be written on the back of the dollar bills and the coins that we toss into the wishing well to make things better... wake up from that dead state and be free

the title

the title speaks for itself. Im back from the helli put myself thru.. the wise ones say that heaven is what u make of it and hell is what u go thru to get to that heaven... at one point in our lives we have to face those inner demons that harm our soul.. Im not gonna preach to you about shit... honestly, thats not my job.