Showing posts with label iHeart the DMV. Show all posts
Showing posts with label iHeart the DMV. Show all posts

Thursday, December 17, 2009

He Came to Party and Rock


Kanye West isn’t the only artist to fuse hip-hop with Daft Punk’s brand of synth laden Euro-pop. Enter Darren Hanible, a seventeen year old emcee from the area collectively known as the DMV, and his first solo effort, Bliss.
The mixtape opens as our young emcee steps into the role of trainer, delivering a “Workout” that, if followed, will leave trainees and listeners alike harder, better, faster and stronger.

On the hypnotically melodic “Fly Away”, Darren soars while while longing for better days and a place where he can reach his goals. A far cry from the previous songs laidback—and somewhat ‘emo’—vibe, the kid tells listeners what it ain’t if they ain’t know what it is while inviting them to get rowdy and cause a ruckus on the electric guitar driven “Party Rock” until the break of dawn. The song ends with the tolling of a bell and Darren switches gears and explores a place where good times and good vibes are sure to follow as he delves into the “Life”. As the tape advances, he gives listeners a glimpse at the dream he had about his “Digital Love”

From his hat to his shoes and his shirt to his jeans, DH proves himself to be a “Steez Machine” rhyming about the death of swag and continues to drop bar after bar of witty wordplay over Daft Punk’s "Steam Machine". As the track continues to play, he gives his own personal definition of steez
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

and let’s the whole world know about the new move before embracing his style, his steez, and waving goodbye to swag for a final time.
Switching gears once more, we find our young emcee confessing that he knows he just met this girl he saw across the room, but there’s somethin’ in the way she walks that makes him want to get her. The chorus concedes that it “Mite Not Be” the right time and that he may not be the right one and it may not even be the right time but he’d be willing to discover what’s between them anyway.
Seeking to undo the damage that radio has done, Darren challenges listeners to open their minds as he effortlessly steps into the role of “Brainwasher”, rinsing the images of what’s hot and what’s not from our minds and showing that hip-hop can still be fun without the common themes of drugs and violence.

Whether he’s trying to fly away to better days, talking about his “Girls (Around the World)” or administering a killer workout, Darren Hanible succeeds in painting a picture of how he “Feels” while showing off the lyrical dexterity that belies his seventeen years. Despite his flaws and imperfections, he proves himself to be “Human After All” and that is truly…
Bliss.
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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

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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

I'm acting on it. I'm dreaming on it. I'm planning on it...but believing it is hard, but I'm tryin'

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

iTook his s/n out, some of y'all that visit may be the type to stalk a nigga on AIM. Anywho, I have a newly found appreciation for dread-heads. Somethin' is just insanely sexy about that shxt. *shrugs* Judge me not

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

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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

Bliss

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

 Bryan Ellis

“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.

Eh, not the baddest, the finest nor the flyest but iCan hold my own right? Well...iCertainly look better than SOME of y'all *side eye and smile* (= lol. iJoke. Damn. In cae you were wondering, I did the pic on PhotoFiltre and Gimp

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.

I do things just because I can do them as do a ot of y'all busters, don't give me that holier than thou ish, I'm honest enough to admit it. Thank you kindly

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

 

...gotta love Mad Men

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.

Such a flippin' lameo smh 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.

lihi

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:

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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

Senor Don Gato should just take the L and keep it movin' because if the rest of The Rebels respond in kind it will do NOTHING for his self image. How. Dreadful.

Friday, September 25, 2009

I Got a Buzz Out in Murrland

First things first, allow me to stunt for a moment or two by posting the following pic(s):

as always, no make up, iDon't have the time for that shit, Sexy specs, "ghetto hoops" as my lil sis calls 'em, a Coke T-shirt even tho you can't see it and a smile. Damn...me kinda cute huh? lol
iDon't like this one as much but eh, I'm still sorta kinda almost cute so who cares? lol && SHUT THE HELL UP talkin' about my hair. Even w/it not done I'm shittin' on you ho's Geisha style LMAOO
 Ugh...PhotoBucket is actin' ass once more, those lines? Yeah...not supposed to be there and I can't crop them out. BOO on that. Anyway...
That’s right bxtches, I got my braces taken off!
:D
I've been smiling at any and everyone since Friday, September 18th at a quarter past noon when I hopped my light skinned ass out of my soon to be ex orthodontists chair. Stupid retainer in place, I even smiled at less than smart orthodontist person man dude sir him when I wanted to send my retainer case—which I still can’t find as of press time smh—on a journey through his insides for what he said to me. But bump him…with a bumper car driven by a fat kid gone off of elephant ears and cherry limeades on the hottest day in July at the Clark County Fair.
Yeah, it’s that deep.
I did even more smiling and a lil bit of wildin’ that night. As much as I wish I could "Blame it on the Alcohol", I can’t. Gotta blame it on the ribs, the caramel apple suckers, random dancing and good company of GH. He brought dinner and we did the dishes together after—he washed, I dried (=—then we watched Saw V. Nigga thought he was slick; only picked out that movie in hopes that I would get scared, hmph.  lol. After that, I stopped Tweeting [I told GH straight up that I was gon’ be on my laptop all night and he was cool wit’ it thank you kindly. Besides that, I was talking to lil bro and my big sisters Lynn and Jazzy wanted to check up on me.] and the random dancing ensued.
*sigh*
He’s a sweetie y’all…
The Bamma who called me after isn’t so incredibly bad either. He’s for damn sure not sweet—to me at least, we gon’ box one day I promise you—but he’s not as terrible as he could be either. Or is he? I dunno, haven’t decided yet. I just know that that his stupid unnaturally deep voice made me smile…a lot.Ugh. Loser.
ANYWAY, since I’m speakin’ on my just a friend—*rolls eyes and refuses to say what’s really on my mind*—let me get back to the task at hand
iGet TONS more love out there than iDo here in Michigan. Fucked up ryte? SMH
For those of you who are unfamiliar and are special enough to think that I’m sayin’ that I love the Department of Motor Vehicles, let me stop you right gotdang now. Not that DMV slowness, but the  DC/Maryland/Virginia DMV. Home of my lyrical soulmate Wale and my musical boy friend number two Hassani Kwess. Home of the school that I hope and pray I get accepted to next fall, Howard University. Home of a lot of other people, places and things that I love but am far too lazy to name at this moment in time.
‘Ey, at least I’m honest about it.
*shrugs*
Now, there is just somethin’ about the whole “urea” [lmao] that gets me; I’m not sure what though. It could be the music…most deffy could be the music, cuz Go-go? Shiiiittt…and the hip hop? Have you heard Wale? Southeast Slim? Kingpen Slim? Magnum Dollars? Ay mi. Y'all should see my mp3 players--I'm ballin' enough to have two. Don't hate--it's like the DMV made me a "Best of" mix...a few of 'em. On my main media device, I have 350 songs by DMV artists. That's 350 out of 1400 songs. I'll let you do the percentage.
Math isn't my thing.
It could be the people and that’s sayin’ somethin’ since y’all already know how Ren feels about people. Theoretical ones over actual ones for life and that’s how it is. How it’s been. How it’s gonna be for a long while known as ever. I’ll wait while your brain deciphers that last sentence. Got it? Gold star for you.
It could specifically be the people of the male persuasion in the DMV. Let me break this down for you:
I ain’t got no problems wit’ dudes out in Cali but, there ain’t nothin’ like a DMV boy
and that’s real.
To specify my specificity—that is an ugly ass word by the way, when I read this out loud it made my mouth work in totally unattractive ways. Ew. Why isn’t there a rule about the ugliness of words? Because if there was we wouldn’t be subjected to words like “specificity”, “nose”, “elbow” or the like. Who do I write to make this happen? Hmm…—the boys out in Maryland? Oh my. Just…gotdamn. If I wasn’t who I am and in the situation that I’m in right now?  Yeah, Ren would do dirty, nasty, unspeakably freaky things to a Maryland boy. And when I say dirty, nasty, unspeakably freaky things, I do indeed mean dirtynastyunspeakablyfreaky—one word—things.
…Don’t go and call Hoe Cop on me either, I’m joking. Goodness.
*coughs and looks left*
Let me pull my mind out the gutter and get back on track.
Basically, Ren loves the DMV and the DMV loves Ren back. Most of the people I talk to on Twitter? Yeah, they’re from the DMV. My brothers Torkalina the Rebelina and Lega-c? Yeah, they’re from the DMV.The guy I sorta kinda almost not really but actually do have a crush on? Yeah, he’s from the DMV. My newest adoptive sister? Yeah, she’s from the DMV.
Matter of fact…I’m the RENegade who’s down wit’ the Rebels.
Don’t know about ‘em? Get familiar.
Who’s the one generating a buzz out in “Murrland”—which is, by the way, their pronunciation, not mine—while subsequently makin’ the niggas out there fiend for the chick from MI? Who reps harder for them than some folks that are actually from the area while still managin’ to hold the Midwest down? Who can’t wait for Christmas 09 to take her light-skinned, rather attractive ass back to DC?
Yeah, that’d be Ren.
So…anything else I wanna say while I’m sittin’ here, eatin’ these Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips and drinkin’ my Hawaiian Punch?
*thinks it over*
Nope, not really…
Oh yeah! I love the DMV and their hip hop scene so much that I’m doing my Cultural Anthropology ethnography—I didn’t lose you with all those syllables did I?—on it so yeah, it’s gon’ be somethin’ special.
And not my usual brand of special either. Well…
lol.

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.

[Vimeo link]

Oh yeah, download the track that's playin' in the background and check out everyone that I shouted out while you're at it

Torkalina Ballerina

Lil bro :D

Domo

The DMV Vixen

Tweekygirlbandit [1 word]

lil sis Polo

Big sis Lynn

[Dumb] Dizzy

The heffa who sat in my seat

[lol]

mi amor de mi vida

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.

 

Untitled 3

[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…

Quick question for the hip-hop lover in you:
Why aren’t you up on this yet?
Actually, why did it take me so long to get up on this?
I love music in general but I’m in love with hip-hop. Lately however; I’ve kinda been like “Eh…I’m over it"".
No shade to anyone, but it seems like every other week there’s a new song and dance comin’ out and I’ve watched my beloved lyricism die a slow death in the name of what’s “hot.” I believe that when everything is considered “dope”, “hot” and/or fire” nothing truly is and I find myself hating the word more and more every day. If at all possible, I avoid using it. Imagine my skepticism when my twit-bro @Lega_c hit me up and told me that I had to take a listen to Hassani Kwess because he's "dope".
Initially, I wasn’t even gonna listen because of my aversion to all things quote unquote dope but Eric convinced me to do so; reminding me of the fact that we have the same musical tastes. Prepared to tell him where he could stick this bit of dopeness if it proved to be anything but, I downloaded Hassani Kwess’ Cross Into the Black EP
alright, allow me to unleash my inner nerd for a minute here. You see what he has in his hands? Yeah, one is a lightsabre and the other is a keyblade...Kingdom Hearts FTMFW! *cough* back to the blog
I plugged in my Skull Candy’s and had an unexpected eargasm.
The first track “Journeys (The Opening Act)” is a poetic and lyrical gem that has a laid back, organic hip-hop kind of vibe to it. As Kwess told the story of a boy, no, a man who can mentally moonwalk over any premeditated boom box that makes the room rock, I was mentally transported to a poetry slam. As the beat took over, I nodded my head in anticipation of the lyrics to come. Kwess rhymed:
“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”.
Hooked by his delivery—and the pop culture reference—I turned up the volume in my headphones and continued to listen.
The beat switched up as the man himself began to mentally moonwalk over the given track and let the listeners know a bit about himself. Kwess stated that he is a man of soul and that he can’t be touched with a ten foot pole before briefly touching on his smooth demeanor. Later in the track he remarked
“And these ho’s with the whips love how I groove
They keep hittin’ me til I provoke a power move"
and proceeded to lyrically beat up the track. Without getting unnecessarily hype he continued,
“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’”
Thus began the “Journey”.
Hassani Kwess’ XIB EP is an almost perfect example of why the DMV has next in the hip-hop scene. Whether he’s keepin’ your speakers knockin’ like a “Box of Shellz” or solving a hip-hop whodunit in “Who Stole the Show"?” he does so masterfully. With a guest appearance from Mouse aka The Waldorf Posterboy Kwess challenges his listeners to see if they can rock with him over some insane production courtesy of Mr. Motif of Urban Underdogz on “Electronic”.
With XIB Hassani Kwess shows that the “Quest” he’s been on since he put out D.r.e.a.m. The Mixtape and continued with his sophomore effort The Mixtape's Day Off hasn't been in vain as he shows major growth and greater lyrical dexterity.
To download the
Cross Into the Black EP, click the tracklisting below
If you look close enough, you'll see that the background text is the lyrics to "Journey" ...yeah, iLooked close enough lol
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