Steez is all natural
It can’t be imitated
Steez is individual
It can’t be related
…Steez is in the walk and the talk and the clothes
Thursday, December 17, 2009
He Came to Party and Rock
Friday, November 13, 2009
SmarTrip Check
As the sounds of a syncopated go-go rhythm and background noise from the Metro fill the ears of the listener,Eric “Lega-c” Smith starts off his highly anticipated debut mixtape with a checklist. You can almost see him as he shrugs into his North Face jacket, laces up his Nike Boots and places a Nat’s fitted cap on his head. Making sure to grab his iPod, he gives a shout-out to fellow DMV artist Wale and checks to make sure that he has SmarTrip Card before taking the listener on a journey with him.
The journey begins on “Green Line” a freestyle recorded at Maryland’s Suitland Station
SmarTrip in hand, Lega-c then proceeds to lead us on a trip down memory lane on the Daasair assisted track “So Good” about a girl who used to call him her soldier. As the song ends with a promise to always treat her like he should, fellow collaborator and mixtape host DJ Torkaveli cuts in.
“…We ain’t all about the bubblegum, sugar coatin’ everything, every now and then, we gotta give you the real. Sometimes you like it, sometimes you don’t. Hate it or love it, let’s go.”
If you’re easily offended by truth then it’s guaranteed that you’re “Not Gonna Like This Track”. Lega-c banishes misconceptions about everything from hip-hop to politics as he stops listeners from seeing things the way that they want to see them and paints a picture of how things really are. Taking a jab at radio and it’s dumbed down lyrical content, Torkaveli smoothly transitions into “You’re a Dork” where Lega-c shows just how evidently better than these dork ass niggas he is by goin’ ham on them and the beat Johnny Juliano crafted. While his flow is refined, he states that his quality sucks which is why no one cares too much about his music in “LayOver” and track contributor Ill Prophet waxes poetic about the path that he’s taken and those that are fakin’ on artists from the DMV. With an assist from the Mixtape King and DMV Rebel DJ Torkaveli, Lega-c informs listeners that his reality is much higher than their salary over the beat of Kid Cudi’s “Alive”. Over some production courtesy of Vybe Productions, he and Magnum Dollar$ “Kill Dat Noise”. Then it’s time for a look back over a “Typical” Friday in the life of a young artist—not rapper.
After a ride on the “Blue Line”, Lega-c and Ill Prophet get a bit “PoLyrically Correct” and Lega-c finally meets you at your destination as the tape ends with bar after bar of straight lyricism.
To download The SmarTrip Chronicles and support DMV hip-hop, click the album art below
for more Lega-c, be sure to follow him on Twitter
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
We Gon’ Be Beefin’ Like Gucci Mane and Carmex
What it is, what it look like and all that ish. How be all ye knaves on this splendiferously frickin’ awesomely fantastical day. How art all ye visitors to the Effin’ Fantaboulous Realm of Ren? Enjoying your stay and the mints on your pillows?
On this day, the ruler of this realm is straight siced with the way that things are going right now. Well, with the way that things are going today, not right now. Right now, shxt is…ugh. If you’ve read any of my 23DFL entries, you know why my mood has been ugh as of late. Shxt is hard y’all. You try makin’ yourself vulnerable where anyone in the world can see not knowing if the one person that it’s for will even take the time out to read.
*sigh*
But at least I’m trying right? If nothing else, I can say that. However, I’m not the one to be satisfied wit’ “if nothing else”. Never have been nor will II ever be that one, so this is what I’m tryin’ to live right now
Anyway, my mood for the day is effin’ fantastical! I had a meeting earlier about some projects with some people—I know that I’m being vague. know why? It’s fun and easy to do, beside that, I don’t wanna jinx this—and things are lookin’ pretty gotdang good for myself and Miss Jordyn Donyelle Smith. Feel free to familiarize thineselves with that name by the way. If all goes well, you’ll be seeing it one day in the (near and hopefully immediate) future.
Let’s get into this one, shall we?
♥
I may joke and I may complain about him, but I love my Lil Bro Eric. As in a lot. Why? Um…
Cuz he is evidently better than these dork ass niggas bout to make him go ham on these pork ass niggas
Sure, he gets on my nerves but I get on his too so all is well and good. And yeah, he tried to cock block in an oh so major way a couple of months back, but that’s alright, that’s okay. I could’ve just as easily done the same for him on multiple occasions, but I’m a good big sis and I’m waiting for the right moment for to do mine blocking of cock. And since I went all rah-rah, sis-boom-bah on that ass and brought up a Bring it On reference I mean what I say. I don’t play when it comes to the movie that spawned the most annoying and stereotypical cheerleading franchise in the world. Eff whatcha thought.
lol.
Real shxt tho, this is my duder and I’ve got mucho amor y respecto por [o “para”?] el y su vida.
Lil one is pretty much awesome. He steers me clear of the typical D.C. niggas which is great. I don’t get involved wit’ typical niggas from any state, city, principality, province, town, hamlet, village, country, etc. etc. It’s just too bad that this is how our conversations regarding them go
Dude that we’re talkin’ about is sexy as shxt too. *sigh* oh well.
Eric is also my fav (but definitely not only) DMV connect and he laces me wit’ good music on a regular basis. He’s the one that turned me on to Hassani Kwess and Darren Hanible which I in turn turned y’all onto so, it’s only right that I use my [not so] considerable influence in the blogosphere to turn y’all onto Lega-c [who shall always and forever be lil one to me].
On Friday, November 13th, Lega-c will be releasing his debut mixtape
The SmarTrip Chronicles
Which is—and y’all know how much I hate this word—dope. I’m not just sayin’ it because he’s my lil bro either,
I’m not that girl.
If the shxt was whack, I’d let it be known that it was whack and I wouldn’t put it anywhere on my blog, my computer or my mp3 player(s). But, I have the exclusive [unfinished due to the loafage of one of the track contributors] release of TSC on both of my media devices, in my backup/portable hard-drive and on the desktop of my laptop. If I used the desktop computer enough to care about it, it’d be there too. It’s that deep y’all.
Peep the album art below
Say it wit’ me now
Dopeness
I’ll be doing my review after I get the finished product. Ill ProPhet was just recently added as the feature artist on “LayOver” and I’ve yet to hear it. Speaking of lil one and Illy, let me get into these tracks of the day.
First up, we have one from the father of my imaginary children and the man who has my virginal hymen on lock—no joke, he said that shxt, peep it for yourself—Ill ProPhet
“Discordium 416”
Now, I would love to throw my favorite track from TSC “Typical” on here for y’all to vibe to, I really would. In fact, I have lil one’s permission to do so. You should know by now how much I love to screen cap shxt and I would do that right now if I could, however, I can’t find the right chat transcript that it’s in and I don’t feel like searchin’ since I have ish to do, so I’ll just throw on the following tracks:
“PoLyrically Correct” by Lega-c and Ill ProPhet
and finally “Kill Dat Noise” from Lega-c and Magnum Dollar$
For more on Lega-c, The SmarTrip Chronicles and DMV music, be sure to visit my sis and site affiliate DMVixen
I’m out. As Illy says:
Peace*Love&Spaceships
♥
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Jesus Christ Had Dreads So Shake ‘Em
My mom told me that this title was sacrilegious. Seeing as I haven’t been hit by a lighting bolt from On High as of press time I’m gonna have to say that God didn’t agree with mom’s judgment. However, if God should “Tell Me When to Go” and call me home after I push the publish button on Windows Live Writer, I’m gonna ask that you make sure I’m buried wit’ stunna shades on and a grill gleamin’ in my mouth. Also, on the way to the cemetery the hearse should have the doors open so my funeral procession can watch ‘em swang. It’s only right mayne.
♥
I swear fo’ BOB people stay on my gotdang nerves. Ugh. Anyway…
Hey y’all, what it is, what it look like and/or be like and what’s good with all of you non-blog commenting blog readers? How be thee knaves, paupers, princes, princesses who look like princes, the wish you could be royalty and all others I’m far too lazy to name I forgot to mention? Hope all is good in your respective hoods.
How am I?
I’m type “Eh…” right now. Ya girl is currently sittin’ at the bus station with a sharp object—a needle sharp pocket knife that I keep in the pocket of my jacket—in close range, my Skull Candy Lowrider headphones around my neck blastin’ Darren Hanible's “Mite Not Be” off of his [ stellar and better than a lot of ish out right now ]
mixtape
I know you see the 36 point underlined Scriptina font y’all. It is honestly that deep right now. Bliss has been in rotation in my main mp3 player—like I said before, I’m ballin’ enough to have two. Gon’ head and hate, it’ll make you feel better about yourself—since I unzipped the files after lil bro insisted that I download this tape. Lil one stays givin’ me good music, just don’t tell him I said that or else he’ll get all cocky and shxt. If he get’s cocky I’ll have no choice but to be the one to bring his punk ass back down to earth with a few well aimed and oh so very insulting barbs aimed at his overly inflated ego. That’s just the kind of big sis I am.
Other than that, there’s this guy all in my ear tryin’ to spit his game but there are a few problems wit’ this:
1) I don’t date Lansing boys, reason being I know exactly how these niggas operate and while I’m a master of the juvenile games that they play, I don’t have the time nor the patience to do so.The last time that I was seriously involved wit’ a Lansing boy, he hit me and I ended up Chris Brown-ing him, resulting in a broken nose and bruised pride for him and charges almost being pressed on me.
I’m far too cute for jail.
2) He’s cute but…damn, if I had a tic-tac I’d forcefully offer it to him. And when I say forcefully, I mean grab him by the throat, pour in the whole box of tic-tacs, half a bottle of Listerine and a quarter tube of Crest Whitening toothpaste in his mouth and make him swallow not once, not twice but three times.
3) He also smells like gym socks, Axe body-spray (and FYI Intelligent *side eye* Marketing Company People Persons Dudes Sirs and/or Madams that work for Axe and it’s parent company idontwearthatshxtsoidontcarewhoitsownedby—1 word—this shxt does not drive the ladies crazy. Stop wit’ the false advertising already) week old celery and peas porridge in the pot nine days old. Ew.
4) Did I forget to mention that he slept with three of my associates and these bxtches—I call them that because we ain’t cool like that. Just sayin’.—were fighting over him? Oh. I did? Well then, now ya know.
Anyway, I’m done wit this one, I’m about to throw up my tracks of the day and be out. The first one is that Darren Hanible joint
and then my new theme song from one of my other industry husbands
“Miss Mad at the World”
Deep inside, underneath it’s a front I can see, you’re just a different kind of girl…
Miss Mad at the World
♥
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Eff You See Kay Why Oh You Tee Oh Oh
(>_<)
I am not in a good mood right now.
But before we get into all of that,guess what? It’s random picture of Ren time! You don’t like it? Tough titty said the kitty and I’ll have to say after while crocodile as I insist that you Alt+F4 off of my ish right…now.
Now that that’s out the way, what it is princes, paupers, common folk and all those sleeping on their moms couch? How art thou on what’s a cold, rainy day here in the cap city of that bustling industrious center of a state Michigan?
Ah, picked up on the sarcasm did you? Good, here’s a cookie and a gold star…not.
As I said, I am not in the mood. You see, I’ve got chills and yes, they’re multiplyin’ [I just told you about it…stud] and while I’m pretty sure the power you’re supplyin’ isn’t anything near electrifying, I’ve got a fever of 101.5 right now. Add that to the fact that the sound of the rain against my window pane is quickly driving me insane as I lay here in bed, it’s safe to say that Ren is not a happy camper. Think Camp Granada unhappy camper and I don’t feel like linkin’ y’all to it so if you don’t know what I mean, I suggest that you Google it.
Anyway, I’m lettin’ my not in the moodness—it wasn’t a word but it is now—fuel the fires of mine imagination as I get into this one.
♥
And that whole not caring about if it’s reckless or not thing? Yeah, that’s real. I honestly don’t give a gotdamn, a fanga in the middle, a stick of celery or a jar of Ampro Styling Gel—Berry Ice cuz that’s how I roll—if going in in the fashion in which I’m about to go in is reckless or not.
Who gon’ check me boo?
*crickets sound as a tumbleweed rolls across your screen*
Yerp, that’s what I thought; nobody and if there was someone brave enough to try to check me it deffy ain’t you and not this fool either.
So, if you’re a reader, a lurker or follower of mine (Infamous) Life and Times, you may remember a few posts back when I posted "If Ignorance is Bliss; You Must Be the Happiest Person I Know". If you’re none of the above or didn’t happen to see the blog, look, I linked it for ya so you have no excuse for not reading it now. Busters. Anywho, I posted the comment that I left on my big bro Torkalina the Rebelina’s blog where I pretty effectively summed up the situation and responded to this whack ass dis track
Yeah, I know. He totally bodied the track and made Tork and the rest of The Rebels wanna give up rap and stick to their respective day jobs right?
[-__________-]
Yeah…no. Deffy didn’t.
Like I said last time, Dee Woodz took it upon himself to respond and show Senor Sanrio how a proper dis track is supposed to sound
This is what he lyrically did to Senor Don Gato
Now, had Mister Kitty even a modicum of common sense about himself, he would’ve given up an let that be the end of things, but alas, that’s not the case. If it was, I wouldn’t be sitting here talkin’ about him now would I?
After taking some time to lick his wounds, HK “fired back”—*side eye*—by posting this to his blog:
Sorry, for the late post on the music people....I had other projects to do. But here yall go, some new ish in response to Dee Woodz diss to me....My question is when is Torkatonka gonna respond back??? I thought son was a rapper???? No better yet I thought he was A REBEL, lol.
and posted an “Ether” dis…
But this nigga fxcked up and called the shxt “Either”
*rolls eyes*
A few things…
1) Both Nas and Ron Brownz should slap the shit out of you for talking shit over such an iconic beat. When you use “Ether”, you’re supposed to body the track, not sit there and be what you think is funny and/or witty by making stupid comparisons. Torkaveli may sound like Machiavelli and Magnum Dollars may be equated to Reed Dollaz in your poor dazed and oh so very confused mind but let’s take a look at your name shall we? It’s an amalgam—which when used in this context is a mixture in case you weren’t in the know—of famous rappers names isn’t it Shawnjay?
2) Regardless of you and your quote unquote high ego dude, you’re obviously offended so don’t try to front and act like you aren’t. If you weren’t offended, you wouldn’t keep comin’ out wit’ dis after dis now would you?
3) “DMV Rebel? Hmm…Hell no”
He said it. Not me.
*shrugs*
4) I see where he was tryin’ to go wit’ his wrestling and MMA references; however, let’s not forget that it does’t take much to knock out Kimbo Slice. And lyrically son? Yeah, you don’t bring much to the table so I’ma have to ask that you let that marinate in your spirit for the next time. But um…let Mag ad-lib on a track and he’s Seth Petruzelli’d you
5) How the hell do you hawk an effeminate sounding loughie?
6) Why is it a problem that his voice has too much bass? And I’m pretty sure that he’d rather sound like Serius Jones than you.
7) The track is 2:20. He “rapped” for about 45 seconds. Um…step ya bars up.
8) The Rebels didn’t ask for him to dis them. Then again, this isn’t a dis.
I’m done.
♥
Hmmm; I wonder:
What do you think the odds of him comin’ at me sideways are if he happens to see this?
What do you think the odds of me not givin’ a fxck and responding in turn are?
It’s pretty much a sure bet right?
*sigh*
Forgive me; I’m just talkin’ my shxt again.
lol
--LauRenxExCarter
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
If Ignorance Is Bliss; You Must Be the Happiest Person I Know [Updated!]
I wonder how many people are gonna think that this title is about them, get pissed off and decide not to read? Hmm…
*rolls eyes*
Oh well. If you wish to believe that I’m sitting here blogging about and taking shots at you while I'm freezing my marginally cute ass off then please sir and/or madam, go right ahead. Persuasive as I am, I can’t convince you of something that you don’t wanna believe no matter how hard I try so if you think that I’m takin’ a shot at you, do what ya does and keep it movin’.
*shrugs*
Anyway, what it is, what it look like and damn if I don’t need to think up some other stereotypical nonsense to greet y’all with. That’s gettin’ old. How is everyone doin’ today?
Well, depending on the answer that I hope you didn’t say out loud seeing as this is a blog post and I’m not technically talking to you:
”That’s good”
or
“That’s too bad, hope it gets better for ya.”
As for how I’m doin’ on this marvelously cold inside of my house type of day, consider my mood to be:
”meh”
I’ve got a whole chorus line of people in hooker heels doin’ the Chicken Head, A-Town Stomp and The Hustle on my last good nerve and once more, if I were to say shxt I’d be the one in the wrong. Which makes absolutely no sense to Ren seeing as everybody, they momma and their brothers baby-momma’s next door neighbors drug dealers girl on the side will be quick to tell me that I’m doin’ somethin’ to piss them off. But no matter. On to the blog.
♥
Along with H1N1 and the common cold, stupidity is in the air this season. Get ya face masks bxtches, you don’t wanna catch any of those! Especially not the stupidity. They’ll be able to come up with a cure for the cold before they come up with a cure for that shxt.
lol.
In all seriousness though, there do seem to be a lot of ignorant and stupid people out and about on these interwebnets and guess what? Not only do I have screen caps to prove it but I have commentary too.
Yay!!
I was on FaceBook last night answering my messages and tryin’ to ensure that my lil sis Tweek didn’t beat my score at Plock when I witnessed and got involved in the fxckery pictured below.
By the way, you may have to click on the image to read it all, may be just a smidgeon too wide and wont fit in the margins.
Be a man and run the relationship
What.
The.
FUCK.
As you can clearly see, I had somethin’ to say on that mess but then my Twitter Hubby went and acted an ass by saying what he said.
Now, y’all know me. I couldn’t let what he said be the end of it so here’s the rest of the convo.
I know I am. Hmph.
Oh yeah, he also sent me this.
The face I sent says it all.
*rolls eyes*
I also had a super long straight faced moment when I heard this “dis track” aimed at my big bro and the Rebels.
I commented on the blog and said what the hell I had to say on that, but guess what? I’m in the mood to take screen shots so here we go:
Is this me tryin’ to get involved in some DMV beef?
Nah, not really.
Is this me using someone’s stupidity as an outlet to work off some of my frustrations since if I were to call someone out on their bullshxt I’d get told off and I don’t have the time nor the patience for jail because that’s where I’d end up for strangling said persons?
Yerp.
lol.
Well, that’s it for now, someone just got online that I really wanna talk to but at the same time I don’t because…
*sigh*
I miss us.
♥
Editors Bloggers Note:
Now, I’m not the one to start ish…but I will instigate the hell out of a situation keep y’all updated on this “Hello Kitty” [Their name for him, not mine] vs. The Rebels ish.
Dee Woodz of The Rebels issued a "Quick Response" to Senor Sanrio and this pretty much says it all
Friday, September 25, 2009
I Got a Buzz Out in Murrland
Math isn't my thing.
Yeah, that’d be Ren.
Nope, not really…
Friday, September 18, 2009
You Know I Had to Do It Again Right?
I had to do it again…
That’s right, another video.
Now, I think that I was just a tad too hype when I was shooting a little while ago because every time I opened my mouth to speak, absolute gibberish would pop out. Which isn’t all that different than what usually happens when I open my mouth, but I was all over the place on those vids. Literally. There was one of me jumping up and down on my bed and another of me throwing ish around the room.
*shrugs*
Anyways, decided that I should only do shout outs and even that got out of hand smh.
Oh yeah, download the track that's playin' in the background and check out everyone that I shouted out while you're at it
[lol]
Before I hear any nonsense from some idiotard face that would cause me to go the eff off, I forgot people. Sheesh. There are a lot of y’all that get touched by my awesomeness. I’ll get you next time
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
@Torkaveli is an ASSHOLE
a’ight, I’m about to take my ass to sleep since I have African History and Cultural Anthropology tomorrow in the morning but this I have to post before I go and get some rather unneeded beauty sleep.
[click for full-sized pic]
This was taken from one of the videos that I posted yesterday and that
Ell
Oh
Ess
Ee
Are
[say it out loud, you’ll get it]
"Big Brother" of mine went and used ish all outta context and UGH. I’ma kick him in the eye when I make it out to the DMV.
TorkalinaBallerina [1 word]
You’ve been warned.
Assface.
lmaooo
Saturday, September 5, 2009
I Was Told of a Boy, Naw, I Was Told of a Man…
“Electronically he’s Presario
And he sticks with Sonic because he sucks at Mario
No more rings but oh no, don’t die
It’s time to fly…
this man was I”.
“And these ho’s with the whips love how I groove
They keep hittin’ me til I provoke a power move"
“They sit back and peep game while my hands glow
Cuz once I’m goin’ ain’t no tellin’ where my hands go
Up, down, left, right
Now you’re toothless
And then you say
‘Goddamn he’s ruthless’”