.......HIP HOP gave me FREEDOM

if it wasnt for myself being occupied in my music and I art I would be out there jackin-A-cracka... I wouldnt side with the oppressor and rob from another brotha (excluding drug dealers)..... if it wasnt for Hip Hop I would still be a savage with no freedom....... sometimes I feel like going to the burbs and catching a few jooks. can you blame me, its a fuckin' recession, Im unemployed and out of the 500+ plus apps and resumes I sent out I get shitted on... hell nah, this cant be life.. have you ever noticed on TV they portray conscience as the angel and devil on each shoulder....... what is there to do when both of them are telling me the same shit at once....... the good side and bad side agree with one thing: sell beats or catch jooks....... moral of the story is: EITHER WAY, SOME CRACKS IS DEFINATLY GETTIN' JACKED...... haha

so I end this with a quote by the late great Marvin Gaye: "it makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life"

.......inspiration (rambling thoughts)

its found everywhere and nowhere at all.... sometimes I search far and wide for something thats been inside all along. so, much time wasted trying to find inspiration; by the time I do, BAMMMM, like a light switch it goes off.. It might not make sense to you but it sure does to me.. I guess thats the repercussions of the complex mind.. what un-inspires me is the tons of bullshit music on the air waves, wack as paint by number styles of so-called creativity.... so I look for inspiration in the simplest things.. sometimes thats the best form of motivation, especially when my mind is all over the place.... meditiation, "true" breathing and relaxation is well needed in this time, but what happens when that creative energy dies......... nobody talks about that shit. do you simply bury it and move on or digg deeper to find more substance? some question why I stare at the sun in the sky.. my reply: that is the center of all creative energy... each thought is a seed planted in minds of others, action is the eternal waters flowing to bring life to all, and the light is the creative force that sustains and vitalizes all which grows outward........ at this point Im ready to dust off these old LPs and drift away into another realm................ dont mind me, Im just talking shit since I havent slept for 2 days, stressed the fuck out, mad, happy, sad, depressed, joyous, annoyed, greatful, aggravated, hungry, lost, found, bored, content, over-worked, astute, hung-over, cognizant, ingenious, impassioned, loved, melodious, undecisive, focused, mis-understood, hateful and determined all at the same time.... what a fuckin time to look for inspiration!!!!!!!!

.......OH YEAH!!!!!!

So, I find myself surfing thru blogs and ran across some goodies on Baby Grandpa..... One download in particular that stood out like a sore thumb. The post is a few months old but it's new to me since I been away... check out the post featuring Brooklyns own The Stuyvesants. Brooklyn's Finest by The Stuyvesants is a nice, raw blend of the perfect samples, crisp drums, and good ol creativity, this instrumental album sparked ideas for a few joints and got my pen moving early in the A.M.. after giving a brief listen (bullshit, I listened from start to finish) I was inspired to write some real shit.. The Stuyesants consist of Darien Victor Birks aka Flwrpt and Allan Cole aka Algorythm.... These brothas are living proof that HIP HOP is still alive..... Click on their names for their own pages and click HERE for the OFFICIAL The Stuyvesants website.

.......It's been quite a while but I'm back

Whats good everybody!!!! It's been quite some time but Im back. First and foremost I would like to give a shout out to all real MC's, producers, beatmakers, street teams and everybody on the grind to keep HIP HOP alive.. Since Im still unemployed I dedicated majorit of my time into what I do best, writing and making beats. I've been kinda slow as to catch up with the digital edge and my mind was blown with the discovery of VST plug-ins and instruments.. At times I feel like a kid in the candy store with a range of whatever sound I need.. Currently Im in the process of making a compilation of beats made in the previous 2 years. No more sitting on my ass because it's time to grind... Overall 2010 is a good year so far. Catalogue is now 600+ beatsand about half is unfinished (thanks to a scatterbrain with many ideas and programs with a "new project" button). Im not gonna beat yall upside the head with my rambling so Im going to end it on this note... Shout out to all of the bloggers that kept me on point with classics since Im too lazy to dust of my vinyl.... Last but not least, check out my other blogs, leave comments and bridge gaps.... P.E.A.C.E.

http://cyberdiggaz.blogspot.com

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http://hiphophomage.blogspot.com

.......start what u finish

todays a new day..... shit it's late as hell and I feel like Im starting my day.. anyways, I've come to the conclusion that im not making any new beats for the rest of the year... the dilemma: a large number of beats sitting in the cut; a few are finished the rest need to be mixed down. I got my work cutout for me but fuck it, a brotha doin' what he want.. anyways, this shit gonna be short cause Im in the process of mixing now.... moral of the story: START WHAT U FINISH -ya digg

.......follow me (not the club song)

damn, i get on here to post and forgot the main reason I signed on... follow me on twitter www.twitter.com/brothawize

follow me and I'll follow u

keep it 100, bitch!!!

.......love, lust and lyrics

sometimes I wanna give this shit up.. at the same time that force is driving me to go at it stronger and harder.. theres alot of heavy shit I've been going thru since I last posted on here.... today I realized that music is more than love, more than therapy, and more than just sound itself..... music is the reasomn Im alive to this day... music is the reason why I aint go stupid and bang myself in the head with a mag..... but music was the chick who I wifed up.. any other woman, who I claimed to be serious about, knew they were second.. music came first... I lost love and gained love, but music was that bottom bitch that held me down from day one.... my mind been on this other bitch, but I think shes more of a distraction than ever... from the sideways approach to the secrets I kept, a muthafuckin' distraction.. so Im cuttin off everybody and get back to me and my first love.... thats my bitch. lolz

so, this recent project I've been workin on is scrapped... I had to do it... just one of those songs that shouldnt be... the funny part is I shared the song with her but she had no idea of the girl I was talkin bout...... basically its some cliche 'I want you' type song... funny cause thats the name of the song.. maybe its me, or just the fact I've been forced to listen to all this wack shit out here, but I think the song is weak..... Im my own biggest critic and I must say, it's a dope song but not for me.. in a way I wish I never wrote the shit 'cause alot popped in my head....... oh fuckin well.. it's been written and recorded already and deleted as fast as I could

I told myself Im not gonna chase that bitch and I stuck to my words... however I got back into my old ways... Im not puttin names on blast but yall are the reason why Im sayin fuck everything and gettin back on my writing shit... yall are fuckin funny... makes madd shit to write about.........................fuck this Im about to write a verse.. I'll pick up where I left off later....... ya digg