Somewhere far along this road...

How could you be so... cold
As the winter wind when it breeze, yo
Just remember that you talkin' to me though
You need to watch the way you talkin' to me though
I mean after all the things that we've been through
I mean after all the things we got into
Hey yo, I know of some things that you ain't told me
Hey yo, I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend, well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely

How could be so Dr. Evil?
You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know
I decided we wasn't gon' speak, so
Why we up 3 a.m. on the phone?
Why do she be so mad at me for?
Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold
I won't stop, won't mess my groove up
'Cause I already know how this thing go
You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see
You'll never find nobody better than me

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got somethin' new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
I'm gon' take off tonight
Into the night

System overload.

"How many times did I tell you, 'fore it finally got through?
You lose... You lose..."

Wait for it... Waaaait for iiiiit...

It'll be like it was... One day. I have... Faith.

WithdrawalFiredChildSupportBitchNiggazBabyMamaDrama
ParkingTicketsPoliceCooperationInsecuritiesTwitterFacebook
WeightGainBrokeLiesAwkwardnessPrideAngerPastPresentEtc.

ViolinsPianosPandaBearsRyanLeslieLyricsMasturbationFood
FashionFashawnBluCousinsMikeKennyBasketballXBOX
GoDogGoWikipediaIDon'tDeserveYouInstrumentalFuture.

TheThoughtThatItWillAllBeOverSoonAndBackToNormal.

SMH.

What the fuck did I get myself into.

I be up all night.

...Whole crew's in here... LOL

Anyways... I'm inside of my dorm room. Bored as a muthafucka. Sooooo, for the sake of that last statement, muthafuckas are greater than or equal to how bored I currently am.

I still love my Beats.

I'm not particularly excited about the forensics "season" this year... Mainly because I've never done anything like it. EVER. Shouts to Mary Melton and Ryan Louis, though, for the scholarship opportunity, though. LOL. I think I'll recite some Talib Kweli, Lemon, and (my NIGGA) Shihan.

I officially started writing for my next mixtape, though. I know (the non-exisitent) readers of my blog have read this SAME statement for over a year, but, it's official. I'm definitely in the process of getting my shit together. "Just gotta make it!"

And... I'm in love with Pharrell Williams. No homo, whatsoever. I'm listening to Kenna's "Say Goodbye to Love" instrumental. Wow. And that Despicable Me soundtrack. WOW.

That is all for now.

'Til next post...

Dee Ell (the illest nigga not even close to signing a deal).

Bored.

The only reason I'm posting at this point in time is because of my very mild case of OCD. I must de-virginize (like that one? LOL) everything on MY LAPTOP THAT I JUST GOT, BITCH! That is, to post a FaceBook status, watch a YouTube video, post a blog, etc. Shouts to my fajah for this joint.

Oh, and I'm at Ottawa University and I'd like to thank everyone here for showing me how much I hate this area and how much I miss Kansas City. I'll be regularly posting now that I have a means to do so from my jail-esque dorm room.

You should be ASHAMED of your fuckin' self, boy!

(...said Kanye in "Pinocchio Story")

I knew that everything would come crashing down like this...

"With this in mind, I still didn't quit/ And that's how I know that I ain't shit"

- Malice - "I'm Not U"

Too many ideas.

There's really no expanding the title. I have probably had about 40 or so ideas for my next mixtape...

It's 1:30 in the morning, and it sucks that this is the time I am the most creative.

I'm thinking of all Lupe beats for the next mixtape... This idea might actually stick. Dead ass... I'm just putting all of the material that consisted of actual PEOPLE aside [for now, at least]. Instead, I'll just take slight (but HARD) shots at them in the songs. LOL @ me TELLING that I'm gonna have subliminal attacks in my songs. 10 songs (slightly more or slightly less) and some skits. I got half of it done, man... And fuck selling the mixtapes or creating a buzz (for now). I'm doing this shit for the love of doing it, and for therapeutic reasons. NO LIE. I'll just so happen to give the CD to some people. Here we go.

And on a similar note, I was viewing my monthly CCS catalog and saw a shirt that said "I [LOVE] BITERS!" I must purchase that shirt. Even though I hate them.

Outty 5,000. (Look, look! Gander, gander!)

100th post!(?)

Go me! 100 posts of quality, intelligent venting (and other shit)!

AY YAY YAY YOOOOO!

To celebrate, all I have to say is this:

MAMA SAY... MAMA SAH. MAMA KOO SAH.

Shouts to the E Twins, Aubz, Elijah, Esa Traviesa, Spree, Shenna, Kay (lmfao), Lou Five, and everyone else who reads this.

(Terminator) I'll be back.

edit: Apparently the blogger.com dashboard is fucked up... is this REALLY my hundredth post? Or perhaps my 99th post? Or, as the dashboard says, my 105th post? Whatever, I'm still leaving. Bye, bitches.

Dissimulation.

Good thing I never got around to recording this (See "Whew!!!" in the August posts). Oh, and I "poor-man's patent" all of the shit I write. AND I wrote this in mid-August... Yeah. And of course it would sound better (and probably make more sense) if I was performing this myself. I'm pathetic, (but I'm still that nigga, flyer than everyone, etc.) because this reminds me of when I'd call Breanna and leave her voicemails of me rapping verses. WACK.

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We're never gettin' along, so isn't it wrong
That I think of you when I get my intimate on?
Then I listen to songs
You made me angry, so lately, I vent on my blog
Still callin' me a "playah," well, hate the game
I hate to say our relationship ain't the same
I take the pain that I feel when people say your name
But it's so fuckin' hard tryna make a change
Just knowing I could never be with you
It seems that it never would get through your mind when I said that I missed you
Jealousy issues
At first, but later, I'd be ready to kiss you
I see you with that nigga, I'm especially pissed, too
That's you main, I guess I'm second, and it's cool
But not for real, I fell so easy
I guess it's L-O-V-E (dead ass)

And somewhere along the lines, things got hard and I
Up and got pissed, I fuckin' lost it
But really all was fine
'Til somethin' hopped on my mind. It's bloggin' time!
Always lookin' at FaceBook
Statuses, I'm mad and shit, you couldn't relate good
And that's very logical
You steady tellin' me to end the jealousy, but that there's impossible
But for you, I got into a lot of trouble, prolly double
"That's not D, that's a body double!"
We gotta cuddle, but too bad we're not a couple
We had massive potential to be the hottest couple
I'm a rocket shuttle. I'm heated, believe it
I'm hopin' soon I give up
'Cause I ruined enough, I'm feelin' stupid and dumb
But just so you know, I do it because (I love you)

Your likin' of me, I know that it's shrinkin'
But my eyes not closin' or blinkin'
Without you, boo, I'ma boat, and I'm sinkin'
Corny right? See, I know what you're thinkin'
You sayin' "You don't love me, you just love my ass"
Yeah, I do, I love to touch and grab and smack it like you did something bad
I'm fuckin' bad
So [if] I smashed from the back, you should know I'm gonna brag
But seriously though, I hope you're hearin' me, yo
'Cause I'm weary, you know?
So? I'm a whore, and I ignore you. I know, I'm evil
So what? I have a hard time gettin' over people
Remember all the words we created?
I'm nothingness now, it hurts and I hate it
First I should face it, my minds doin' backflips
I'ma try movin' past this (Dammit)

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And that's better than any bouquet of flowers, bitch.

Before I head to work... (Random thoughts)

Yeah, niggaz, the owner of this blog is an employee of Sears Holdings Corporation... Or Sears Holdings Company... Whatever. It's my first days, so bear with me.

Ummm... Shouts to the readers of this blog...

Eli (what up!)
Cuban female from Sumner Academy (I think I have that information correct)
Gerber
Shi Reeves (LOL)
J-Mean Emz
Spreeeeee

Sorry if I didn't put you... If I didn't put you then you didn't inform me enough about me blogging for me to remember you. TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT MY BLOG BECAUSE I AM A LOSER WHO CRAVES/DESPERATELY SEEKS ATTENTION.

This sucks. I was supposed to write a 2-page essay on Pax Romana before work, but... I ended up playing two games of NBA Live 2004 on PlayStation 2... Sad, huh?

I hope I can wear my Auto Flights with my work uniform... I mean, she just said "black shoes" and she didn't say anything when I wore my ZX750s... Hmmm, should I wear slacks or skinny trousers? HAHA.

Hey, cousin! I love you, nigga (pause). I just can't believe we're not cool because of that stupid ass situation. Well, it doesn't really matter to me, I just wanted to address this on the blog that pissed everyone off in the first place. Whatever. What happened today with the teacher was metaphoric to me... To me, what that said was, (as you): "Even though you're a cocky, arrogant, rude-ass loser, I still got your back, muthafucka." Literally, that's what I got out of it.

To the other cousin! Let's eat popcorn while watching episodes of Friends and Seinfeld, baybeh!

Aight, that's all I can think of... Time to take a shower (LMAO) before work! People who know the real me will know why the "LMAO" was inserted...

-The rapper formerly known as D.Linquent

Fantabulous. <---LOL.

It's fantastic to know that people OTHER than my "followers" actually read this blog!

...Hmmm. Yeah.

Enough about the irrelevant, now... Let's keep it moving, shall we?

I'm reading "Race Matters" by Dr. Cornel West. Apparently, that's a GREAT book. I don't usually get books, but, since our school is wack, I had to pick one to read for "M.I.R.P" (monitored independent reading practice). Isn't that like... for elementary students?

Oh, and... No more D.Linquent, folks. After this mini-mixtape that I'm putting together (basically just 10-20 songs for a select few people to hear), then D.Linquent will no longer rap, or even EXIST for that matter. Since I have no more manager, and little to no inspiration to rap as "D.Linquent" anymore, I feel that this is the best thing to do. It was a good run (for real, it was)... Sorry (to the people who actually care). It was a good run. Still, COP THE MIXTAPES FROM MY MYSPACE PAGE... "Weirdo" is ILL. "The Previews" is ILL, as well. Just no more D.Linquent...

Yup. I feel good though. I'm still THAT DUDE, in my own right (fuck you if you disagree). I've just been listening to a lot of local rappers lately...

FAT SHOUTS TO:

Louie V*
Irv Da Phenom'
C. Mills
Fino Sir
KhrisTheProducer
Greg Enemy
Craig Smith
Stik Figa
Dutch Newman
Chief Wakil
(google them)

It's ill that I've communicated with a lot of those artists that I listed. A lot of talent and skill...

By the way, I'll blog until I DIE.

(Craig Smith laugh) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Reality Check... (Late night venting)

How I'm feeling right now... This quote is just stuck in my head.

"What happens to a dream deferred?"

That's on my mind for many reasons. If what I'm about to vent/rant/babble/etc. about seems irrelevant, who cares...

I'm 18 years old. I don't have anything. Sure, I have lots of material things. But, if you know me PERSONALLY, then you know that those things don't mean anything to me. Why do I get them, you ask? Maybe it's because those things are the only things that have ever given me positive attention in my life. I've been a loser all my life, but I've gotten attention for being different and wearing nice clothes (I've stopped overdressing lately, though). I don't feel good unless I have a $500+ outfit on. I watch too much TV. I went to a sneaker website and saw some shoes I've been anticipating the release of and just became so angry because I knew that the likelihood of me purchasing them is low. And I'm not afraid to admit that I'm broke because I never claimed to have extensive amounts of money, despite my expensive attire. Fuck the implications. I got rejected for 3 jobs this summer (I thought I deserved to get each of them, but whatever)... Since I saw those shoes, I applied for more jobs on the internet. If I don't get the job, it's nothing new to me. Then, I think... What would buying lots of clothes do for me? Confidence? The confidence would be wasted... because apparently no one knows me... And if no one knows me... You know where this is going. I don't know what else to do with money anymore.

So, I'm 18 years old. I have a growing goatee... A sex life (sorry, Mom)... Hopefully college bound in a few months... But I have to walk to school this week. And I have to walk home, too. I choose foot it in the morning because I'm too embarrassed to be dropped off in my step-father's work van... I have enough problems, and enough things that people can make fun of me about. I don't need one more insult added to their arsenal. Hmmm... Since my blog is public, I guess I just told everyone. Whatever. I feel ashamed to BE ashamed about the work van in the first place. I mean, I've NEVER really had much (except for when I lived with my dad), but I don't know. And it fckin' sucks that I can't complain about it because I'll get lectures such as, "When I was your age, I had to walk 5 miles in the snow, blah blah fucking blah." Just because your high school years were wack, doesn't mean mine have to be equally as bad. I need a car... Or at least I need to drive to school. Man, my year is going downhill.

Like I said earlier, I don't really have anything. I really dislike the people in my household... And they dislike me back. I put on the biggest front EVER on a day-to-day. And I hate it. It's faker than the smile I had when someone else was crowned homecoming king (pretty fckin' fake). I have no support in anything I do. I have to motivate myself to do everything. EVERYTHING. I know that they don't think I can go to a 4-year university, despite the numerous academic achievements I've received. The deadline for early entry college applications is coming soon (Nov. 1st), and I'm just starting my application process. I think I can make it... And I want to go to college... No, fuck that. I HAVE to go to college. I have to get the fuck out of here. I hate every "hood nigga" in Kansas City, Kansas and every "boss bitch" here, too. Washington, D.C. or Atlanta isn't going to be any better, but, hey. Whatever.

But... What DOES happen to a dream deferred?

Many of my dreams have been put on hold or eliminated because of various setbacks.

I had potential to be the valedictorian of my future graduating class... Then I experienced attraction to and from girls.
I had potential to be an NCAA basketball player. Then I came to Kansas City...
I had potential to be shirtless and not be ashamed of what people were seeing... Then I started rapping.
I had/have potential to get a record deal (fuck what you heard)... Then came my senior year of high school and the thought of failing due to lack of a college education.

What happens to these deferred dreams? They're looked back on during nights like this. And they're spoken about when I'm on the phone with people and I feel like I do now.

"Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?"

It's 4 in the morning. And here I am... thinking of my life again.

I'm too tired to even think about this anymore. Much less blog about it. Fuck off.

As I always say, if any bitch nigga/bitch bitch wants to "clown on me" for this, don't waste your time. I openly admit all of this shit already. I AM A LOSER... I AM POOR... MY FAMILY DOESN'T LIKE ME... ETC. ETC. I don't even know why I even put these at the end, but I do anyways.

Down to Earth, much?!

The problem with me and my blogging style is that I vent SO much verbally, I don't feel like typing it on http://darnellleonard.blogspot.com... But I'll put it in a nut(pause)shell for the readers' enjoyment...

Homecoming assembly, right?
Being cocky/arrogant, right?
Thinking I'm fly as shit (I was, though, but that's nothing out of the norm), right?

They call my name while announcing the king candidates...
EVERYONE GOING STRAIGHT CRAZY... RIGHT?

WRONG!!!

In fact, there was actually a vibe in the auditorium that said, "Who the fuck is Darnell Leonard?" I didn't hear shit! I was backstage throwing a Bow Wow-esque temper tantrum, contemplating flipping off the crowd Eminem/Kanye style. I didn't, though. I was pissed. Granted, I received moderate applause when I actually walked on stage... Shouts to Porter (the mascot) for Jerkin' while I was on stage.

The following may be viewed as a cop-out excuse, but it's the dead ass truth, as well.

1. If I AM, in fact, the loser that the lack of applause/cheering made me out to be... SO WHAT? I've been a loser for all but one year of my life. Dead ass.

2. I'm still the best rapper in the city (fuck what you heard) and possibly the state.

3. I'm flyer than everyone IN that non-applause-giving crowd.

4. I blacked and bought a $60 sweater after I got gangsta and left school. AND I spent like $20 on candy. Get at me. LOL. Still caked up, bitches.

5. I GETS BITCHES (LMAO).

6. Ummm... I was flyer than the rest of them, so why am I addressing them?

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SPEAKING OF ADDRESSING PEOPLE...

I'm not saying shit if you don't say shit, but if you keep talking shit, then there's gonna have to be some kind of discussion. Notice how I said discussion; I'm not gonna make any threats like someone's mother did to you... That's not what I do. But niggaz seem like they're scared to speak their mind to you. I'm not those niggaz. When it's all said and done, I can END your whole "I'm the shit" mindset with a few sentences. Dead ass, though. And what are you going to say as your comeback? "That's why no one cheered for you, you square. I'm the most popular guy in the school." ...I refuse to go more in depth about this situation until further provoked... And even if that happens, I'll keep my ego-deflating comments to myself. You're cool until you get around certain people. CUT IT OUT. If I were to say the comments/statements/truths, then you'll fuck around and end up feeling like I am... Down to Earth.

^^^That was ill, I don't believe I've actually said a title in my blog entries before.

Point blank.

I feel like TK in this "Terry Kennedy/Bow Wow" reminiscent "beef".

I never thought he'd trip THIS MUCH over a girl that 1) I knew WAY before him, and 2) (I just not need to go here). Many "beefs" I've had involved a female... The only difference between this nigga and the other nigga (who I mentioned in this blog before) is that the latter of the two actually addressed me about the [alleged] situation. Granted, he came at me completely incorrectly (with his no-life-having-ass), but still. If we (the current nigga I'm "beefing" with) were THAT COOL in the summer, you don't pull some coward shit like this... Both of the aformentioned individuals can fuck off, regardless.

Address me about this situation before you make your judgement. And besides, if your SOOO concerned about your future and "career," then this situation shouldn't affect you as much as you made it seem... At that point, fuck the "principles" of what "I did" or "I'm doing" and all that stupid shit. Dead ass.

(Say what you will or may about me posting a blog about this situation. I didn't say that the situation didn't affect me, because I don't fucking see how me and this nigga can go from "cool as fuck" to me saying "fuck this nigga." It's not really my fault that he reacted the way he did. I'm simply stating how I feel about it. Get the fuck off of my blog if you don't like the way I handle things.)

Whatever.

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On a lighter note, I can officially buy cigarettes, porngraphy (and star in them), and talk to Shi Reeves without her saying that I'm "jailbait." Go me! It's my birthday (it is).

Questions for 09/10/09

New "segment" on my blog... It's good stuff to think about.

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-Why the fuck does it seem like ALL attractive girls are dumb as shit?

In saying that, I mean that these particular females are as smart as an actual pile of feces. The reason I ask this is because I asked a girl a relatively easy question while I was walking to my class, and this [expletive] couldn't seem to comprehend. Now, don't get me wrong... I'm sure (I hope) that there are some attractive females with brains other than the head giving kind, it's just that none of them are present in this area code (913 AND 816... Actually, 785, too). I kinda don't give a fuck... That girl I asked the question to, she's dingy as fuck. She's been that way since I met her. She'd make an ILL video ho, though. In fact, I'd enjoy seeing her shake her ass in a Ying Yang Twins video. Sorry, but I'm not really sorry. (All of that is not to say that the niggaz are smart, either.)

- Is everyone as jealous as me?

I'm keeping this one short, for "personal" reasons. I've had "relationships" with lots of girls, and the most recent of the two are [greater than or equal to] as jealous as me. Whatever, though.

- How long should you wait before talking to your best friend/family member's ex, if ever?

Is it ever acceptable to do such a thing? This situation has happened to me a couple of times, being on both ends...

-PAUSE-

...so I was just wondering about it. I guess I brought this to my attention because I saw this one girl (who is the school's jump-off) and she looked at me like I was supposed to say "hi" to her or something. Fuck outta here. But, as far as the question is concerned, I think that people should try their hardest not to even get involved with your friend/family member's exes. On the other hand, if pussy/dick (pause) just THROWS itself at you, then there's nothing you can really do, right?

- Which is worse: blindness or deafness?

Haha! And you thought this whole thing was gonna be about relationships... Anyways, I used to be scared that one day I was going to wake up blind (weird, I know). I always thought that vision was the most important of the 5 senses... Now, I think otherwise. I can't really explain it, but I think that since you can see with your mind (you can hear with your mind, too). I love music, and I love hearing new music (Charles Hamilton in particular), and you have to have your ears to, well, HEAR it. In fact, here's my list of the most important senses in order from least to greatest (fuck what you think about my list).

Smell - Taste - Sight - Touch - Hear.

- Why is high school such a contest (popularity, most girls, best dressed)?

I kinda touched (pause) on this during my "What Buffoonery!" post, but I'll slightly expand on it. Actually, scratch that, I'll make a post about this at a later date. Next question.

- Why do people have emotions?

I've recently been overthinking about why emotions exist. Sure, they make a lot of things better (love, etc.), but they make those same things worse. Get it? For example, if people love each other, then their emotions are making them feel good (I couldn't make that sound smarter... Sorry). If only one of them feels strongly in the relationship, their days, nights, and LIVES are basically ruined because of emotion. I've seen this bullshit first hand too many times. I'm not innocent of "playing with someone's emotions," but whatever. It's how I feel, and at the end of the day, it's MY LIFE.

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More to come later. Hopefully, I made someone think about these things.

It's final...

After what just happened, I think I'm gonna just go all out on this upcoming mixtape...

I'm slowly [but surely] moving past the whole "I don't give a fuck about what people think or even if people like it" stage.

Just a forewarning:

This mixtape will [possibly] hurt some peoples' feelings and/or strain many relationships people have with me.

Particularly, the song to the "Brighter Days" instrumental.

Six slash eleven.

Some great things have been happening to me lately!

-I had an EXCELLENT interview with KPMG on Wednesday morning. I was the first interviewee, and I definitely set the bar at an almost unreachable level.

-Also on Wednesday, I FINALLY obtained my driver's license! I'm turning 18 in September, so I'm about two years late. Who cares, though, right?

-This summer program at Donnelly has made me realize the importance of being friendly the first time you meet someone. Also, I learn more about myself as I tell people about myself. That's always good. Hahaha.

-The aforementioned "great things" that have been occurring have given me a more optimistic mindset. This is definitely a plus, especially considering that I've had the negative-ist mindset since, well, birth.

BUT...

As I've come to realize... With all of these great things occurring, there's bound to be a greater amount of "not-so-great" things that happen (if they haven't happened already). Actually, it seems as if every time something good happens to me, two or more "not-so-good" things happen to me. When my situation FINALLY seems like it's gaining positive momentum, some stronger negative force bum rushes everything, leaving me further back than when I started. Quite frankly, I have gotten used to this trend. And it sucks. Big time. But what can I do, huh? This issue bothers me SO MUCH that I'm not getting into detail with it (if that makes sense). Sue me.

I win.

(The thoughts of dozens of people after they discovered that I "rapped")

"This nigga? Tryna rap? ...HAHAHAHAHA! [He's not gonna make it ANYWHERE.] I mean, look at him... Glasses, tight pants, young ass shirt. He can't be serious."

(The following may offend some (most) people, but if it offends you, I probably don't like you anyways.)

So, what the fuck else do I have to do? By simply releasing (seriously, just by releasing) my first mixtape "The Previews," I exceeded all expectations. And, if people actually listen to that mixtape and "Weirdo," I'll exceed the expectations that I previously exceeded. Dead ass. I fucking released two mixtapes with a total of 51 tracks in a 6-month period. Sure, people have done more, but I'm a student, and people didn't (or don't) even see me as a rapper. Fuck them.

Personally, I think I have enough skill, talent, and creativity to be nationally known. Lyrically, there's NO QUESTION that I'm one of the best in this metropolitan area (FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD). I just need that one chance... That one shot to prove myself to everyone.

I mean, the masses don't really know me (yet), but look at all that's happened to me in the past year...

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-Exactly one year ago, I was a hobby rapper. Nothing more, nothing less. I had great lyrics, but lacked delivery and a personal style. That was essentially all that was missing. Still, I rapped solely as a hobby.

-Then, AJay contacted me, and we discussed how our partnership was going to work... And the rest is history. We had one recording session... I kept recording this same fucking verse OVER and OVER and OVER again until "I got it right." That's when my delivery became substantially better.

-After a series of unfortunate circumstances occurred (being sick for so long, among other things), we dropped "The Previews" mixtape. I gave it to everyone who was anyone at the school.

-Time passed... I kept fucking getting sick, having strep throat three times in 6 months, and I STILL dropped another mixtape before the end of the school year. AND that shit is HOSTED by a DJ. People give me beats and work with me because they like my music, my lyrics... I don't try to be something I'm not.

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I don't care, people can say I have a growing ego, but I don't care. I don't care if another rapper has put in more work than me, been shot a couple of times, been to jail, and claims a street as a gang. This rapper is more than likely not as good as me. As stated above, I don't pretend... I'VE NEVER LIED ON ANY OF MY TRACKS. EVER. It seems that staying truthful is hard, because I seem like the only one with the sack to be real publicly.

I didn't even ask for any of this... It just happened to me. I didn't even want AJay to be my manager at first. I didn't want anyone at my school to know I made music because I was scared of what they would say.

And, to the genuine, authentic haters? It's odd how you people are the ONLY ones who say I can't rap... I completely understand if you say you don't like the music, but it's fuckin' absurd to say that I "can't rap." Some of you haters were cool with me at first, then we had a falling out, then, all of a sudden, I "can't rap..." Or, your very popular friend likes my music, so that's why you like my music. That's stupid. And all of that's not to say that I'm just the God of Rap... I know what's what, who's where (status-wise), and how things are in this city (as far as rap is concerned). I know who not to cross (there's only a couple of them in this area code, though).

I don't even know why I'm addressing this bullshit.

I DO THIS FOR REAL. I WILL MAKE IT.

So, in this rap journey that all of us are participating in...

I WIN.

Double-U Tee Eff.

I wonder who flagged my blog as having "objectionable content."
I mean, it's not like I ACTUTALLY POSTED pornography on my blog...
I mean, NOT THAT MANY PEOPLE READ THIS BLOG (I don't think).
Hmmm... Wonder who it is? Mom? Aubrie (probably)? It's basically between those two.

Oh, and I've never been broken up with on a blog before. HAHAHAHAHA!

I'm out like... can't think of anything.