Blink (Freestyle)

Well everyone, this is probably the last freestyle I'll put on here for a while (Check out the first two here and here). Anything after this, I'll be fighting to get on the radio. Just had to come on here one more good time and show you all that we're still workin out here! Enjoy. Carolina, let's go!!!




(Yeah!)
Ok I'm back, relax. I never left
I was chillin on the porch eatin Apple Jacks. I'm def.
And if the sample's wack,
I still give ya dope lines with the punch like Snapple Facts
Cuz I'ma dope militant under no ceiling
And my stuff is so pure, it's like I'm dope dealin
No feelin like cruising screamin "Ooh kill em!"
In my car bumpin Babyface like I was born in '88
But I'm a 90's kid. I got 90's swag.
Phat Farm with a Tommy Hat.
I got bars like Atari had
And yo I'm hardly mad like baby mamas on "Maury." I'm sorry
I'm out'chea.
Made it to the top of the mountain, now I'm thinkin that I'll build me a house here
Or better yet, a hotel. Charge 4 mil a night.
Unless you nice, then yo bill is hype.
Who's badder in the new game? That's what I ask you lames
Because I kick it like a black Liu Kang
I'm underground where they got Hussein.
Lookin back on days when I was crushing on this tattooed dame
With cherries on her rib cage. In 6th grade.
Walked with her nose high cuz she KNOW she a dime
Trophy or not, I was tryna be her Kofi Annan
If she was tryna be Nane. Boy was she fine
But back to the matter at hand. I'm daydreamin
Damn, it's like a law in this land to stay scheming
Funny how we run for the top. We race, even
But I'ma win it long as I remain breathin.
As I remain writin. They'll remember my name even
When I aint droppin the same type of
lyrical gems that make em think til the weak are extinct
But you might miss it if you blink.

Nardwuar Vs. Chief Keef interview (Parody)

Hello, everyone. I'm back with yet another one of my bored projects (or borejects for short). This time, I decided to have a little fun and give you all my impression of how a Nardwuar interview with Chief Keef would sound. If you don't know who Nardwuar is, click HERE and look at some of the interviews he's done. You'll thank me later. Those who are already familiar, enjoy...

The Sad Story of Elliot Rodger

Good afternoon, everyone. It's been a while since I've written a post on here; the reason for that is I usually only take time to write on things that are particularly interesting to me and that compel me to conduct research. Thus, today I'd like to talk to you all about the perpetrator of the recent Isla Vista murders, Elliot Rodger.

This guy. 

Now before I even start, I want to make it clear that I in no way condone killing innocent people. At all. Point blank period. The murders of those six people was a tragedy and my heart goes out to their families. However, reading Elliot Rodger's 140-page manifesto (available here if you haven't yet checked it out yourself), I found myself both fascinated and dismayed; fascinated at the gradual decline in Rodger's mental stability, and dismayed at how much of my own experiences I saw mirrored in the pages. 

 For those who have not read his manifesto, it's pretty much an autobiography detailing his life from childhood to days before he began his killing spree (on what he called "The Day of Retribution"). Rodger was born to an upper-class family and traveled to various countries throughout his childhood before settling in California once his parents decided to move to the United States. Even with the comfortable lifestyle he enjoyed, he reflects angrily in his manifesto on the one thing he desired above all others but never got, attention from beautiful girls. Rodger's anger and frustration is a recurring theme throughout the work, his inner hostility the result of what he feels is rejection at the hands of the women he desperately longed for. He writes about things that many males go through in life; trying to fit in with the "cool" kids, buying nice clothes in order to stand out, feeling jealous and inferior when girls overlooked him and gave their attention to other guys who were more athletic or better-looking. As I said, while reading I found myself thinking more than once, "wow, I've been there." 

Let me take this opportunity to say that while some of what Elliot Rodger writes about rings true for several men, it is also clear from reading his manifesto that he was a narcissist with a huge entitlement complex. He viewed himself as someone more deserving of girls than the "brutes" he often saw them with. This angered him to the point that he would spend a lot of time alone musing on the problem, eventually concluding that women are flawed, mentally ill, and need to be controlled. In his manifesto, he details this twisted philosophy, writing that women should not be allowed to choose who they mate with as they will always pick the "brutes" over the "supreme gentlemen" (such as himself). He even goes so far as to declare that sex itself should be outlawed, writing that it gives "too much pleasure to those who don't deserve it" and that if he can't have it, no one else should. We all know how the story ends (like this), so I won't spend much more time talking about it; just know the main reason Rodger carried out those attacks on May 24th was because he felt humanity had snubbed him and that the entire female gender had deemed him unworthy of sex and love. 

Now, I pray to God that the case of Elliot Rodger remains an isolated incident; it's horrifying to imagine that every sex-starved man in America would think it reasonable to wage a bloody war on women and the men who receive their affection. The guy was certainly mentally unstable.......but.....it's not like the time we live in helped curb the anguish he felt...at all. 

We, at this very moment in history, live in a country where we are exposed to sex Ad Nauseam. It saturates our culture. It's literally everywhere, on T.V., in the music we listen to, in school, at home, everywhere. And it doesn't help that sex sells. 

This'll probably be the premier ad for limes in 2020. Not limeade or anything. Just limes

Lately I've found myself thinking about that old Wu-Tang song C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me); I figure for the time we live in, S.C.R.E.A.M. (Sex Certainly Rules Everything Around Me) would be more appropriate (or S.T.R.E.A.M. for "totally rules," but people would be childish). It's a powerful thing and I've seen it both build and destroy. I recall an incident a few years ago where the pastor of my church was arrested for having sex with an underage girl. Now THAT will make you question some things; at that moment I truly realized how sexual desire can cause one to act irrationally. 

I've noticed that over the years, the archetype of the triumphant man has endured; he is tall, strong, and good looking. He's always wearing the latest clothes and driving the coolest car. He's cool and collected, sauntering through life with no worries about anything. And most importantly, he is flanked by beautiful women at all times. If you are a man...and you're not him...you're a LOSER. Most normal men accept their strengths and weaknesses early in life and live accordingly, but I can understand why Rodger, in his desperate attempts to garner female attention, stopped at nothing to be THAT guy. He tried numerous times to adjust himself to what society stipulated he should be and he failed each time, which eventually resulted in the deaths of innocent people. Again, while my heart goes out to the families of the victims, a small part of me can't help feeling bad for Rodger. If I could, I'd go back in time to meet him before he carried any of this out, take him to have a beer and explain to him that there's a better way. Sadly, that day will never come; I just hope no more people will have to be buried before America begins taking mental illness a lot more seriously. 

-Nick G.

Stand Up Freestyle

Feels like I've been posting nothing but my musical endeavors lately, but I promise to have another post up here soon. In the meantime, here's yet another freestyle I wrote lol. Yall enjoy.

Uh...yeah...TRU Muzzik
On sight, the ruler is back
Slick Rick with his pupil intact, we all night
And-a you can bet your medulla on that
I'm magic. I'm Siegfried on a 6-speed
Cuz I'm a rider. Tamed the white Tiger
Aimin my knife for lames in my cypher
Screamin "I was the prettiest dame in my prime"
Like aging white wives who bathe in White Diamonds
But I'm feeling more Hugo Boss. Or Cool Water
The haters, they pushed. I pulled harder, oh
Headline of the article, "Nicky ain't cool, he arctic-cold"
Are yall sold?
Future's lookin bright, so I'm feelin dandy
Sittin on my couch watchin Bill and Mandy
Plottin my revenge. Baby stealin candy
From a grown man. Still I remain my own man
I've been known to flip words like gymnastics
I've been known to melt a couple dudes like plastic
Still, people wanna claim he don't spit acid
They questioning the pH balance with no talent
Realest in the game, Carolina's my field
How many girls fit inside a de Ville? 
Six in the seats, two beside the wheel
And as long as the Goose don't splatter, it don't matter
(ha) Nah, I'm messin. My impression of yall fools
That flow's gettin old so I'll move along
Ya wrong if you don't think I'm feelin Erykah Badu
I swear I'm goin On & On.....

Boredom Pt. II

What's good everyone, I just wanted to share this cover of a classic I did since I was off today with nothing to do. Yall enjoy lol.

Next Episode Freestyle

Good day, everyone. Hope everyone's having a GREAT Wednesday thus far. Because I have little to do outside of work around here, I've had time to write several rap verses lately. I wanted to share one with you all here so let me know what you think iite??





Yeahh...Tru Muzzik, let's get it!
(Uh) Yo, it's the attack of the rapper. This what they've all been fiendin' after.
My company hard. I'm the type to steal ya luxury car from out ya yard, I'm a Jaguar Jacker.
I'm Jaffe Joffer. I rule in a land of rattlers. 
If you aint got ya game tight, they'll hit you with the snakebite. 
And put that venom in ya system and have you shakin and pissin in ya Beemer seats havin fever dreams
(Ha) See I was born in the Hornets' nest so anytime I'll bring a swarm of death. Ya way.
But the Nine Dime granted me my rhyme insanity so hip-hop hooray. All day. 
I'm a Maestro. Like Castro. I'm psycho. 
My raps oh-so-hot that you can taste em cuz I baste em in Tabasco
That's why I'm bolder than a bowl of beef stock. I'm A1 amongst weak sauce, feel me?
Crazy, what you know about me? That NC Mc with more drive than GMC?
I go live in abundance. The message on the radio is redundant. Nobody wants it. So stop frontin.
I'm somethin to see. I'm the black Edgar Allan Poe spittin flows at a talent show. 
And we lethal. Tru Muzzik do it for the people. You betta stick around for the sequel.
And I'm out...

Wanton

In the past, the majority of my postings on here have centered around a specific subject; however, I've felt compelled lately to write on many of the random things I read and see day-to-day, much of which is not at all related. That being said, you can feel free to read this post in its entirety or not. I write this for myself and whoever else wants to kill a few minutes.

Did you all know that Bethune-Cookman has the same motto as Winston-Salem State University? I was looking up HBCUs and came across the school's wikipedia page where I saw the school's logo sitting smugly upon MY school's motto. I had to check the school's founding date to make sure that we hadn't actually bit "Enter to learn, depart to serve" from them, but they were founded after us. So yeah, shame on them.

It's cool to me that the official website for Space Jam has remained untouched since 1996. Seriously, look at it. It's cool af to me to have that reminder of the past here in 2014, but that is some struggle HTML if ever I've seen any. Brings back to memory the days of screaming modems and turtle-speed dial up. Yeah, I'll gladly leave all of that in 1996.

I'm currently reading Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P. Newton and it's friggin awesome. I haven't been this engrossed in a book since I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X. I'd recommend everyone to check out Revolutionary Suicide if you haven't already; and if you haven't read Malcolm X's autobiography, wtf is wrong with you? Get off here right now and go find it.

I'm not saying the government is planning something very sinister, what with the fluoride in our drinking water and various chemicals in just about everything we own, but I'm not saying they aren't, either. I'm just saying, why is it that articles like these from credible sources like the Huffington Post go ignored, while our news channels circulate the same stories for weeks on end? And what's the deal with water fluoridation, anyway? Shouldn't we get a choice as to whether or not we want to drink that shid? Not in the government's opinion, we don't. Here is a map where you can check whether or not the water in your area is fluoridated. If it is, there's likely Fluorosilicic acid in it. Check this wikipedia article on the stuff and make the call on how you feel.

Did you all know that Thomas Jefferson called John Adams a hermaphrodite in 1800 when they ran against each other? He justified this by saying he had neither "the force and firmness of a man nor the gentleness and sensibility of a woman." LMaaaao seriously, I'm not joking.

David Sarnoff was a prick.

Some guy--this so-called heir to the Dupont fortune--was recently tried and CONVICTED of raping his THREE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER, but spared prison as the judge reasoned he wouldn't "fare well" there...

I really don't want to talk much about this, so here is the link. This guy pled GUILTY to the crime and was put into a rehabilitation program. He didn't break into the white house and sprinkle crack crumbs everywhere, he RAPED A LITTLE GIRL. What makes it so bad is that this actually happened years ago, but recently came to light because his wife is now suing him. But like I said, there's the article if you want to read it.

More coming whenever I feel like it, I guess.

-Nick G.