Young Gunz.

While sitting in Recent History class, I'm currently playing DJ Jazzy Jeff's "For Da Love of Da Game." I am PISSED that GrooveShark isn't working on this piece of detrius that is the school-issued laptop. So, here...

So, as I moved up to my new room, I unpacked one box that contained various CDs that I owned (or just have for some reason), including (but not limited to [LOL]):

Eamon - I Don't Want You Back
Jibbs - Jibbs feat. Jibbs
Dr. Dre - 2001
Tyga - No Introduction
Linkin Park - Reanimation
DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince - Homebase
Vanilla Ice - To the Xtreme (LMFAO)
"West Coast Mix" (mostly songs from 'Radio Los Santos' and NWA members/affiliates)

and

Young Gunz - Tough Luv



That is a GREAT album, fuck what you heard.

Chris and Neef spit something SERIOUS. And the production for a majority of the songs was BANANAS! Most notably "Future of the Roc," "Roc U," "Never Take Me Alive," "Tough Luv," "Grown Man," and "Look in your Eyes." Crazy shit.

On a sidenote, this substitute is a fucker, trying to actually teach and ask questions and shit. He CLEARLY doesn't know my status in this muhfucka (LOL). Back to business...

Yeah... Young Gunz. It's too bad that fuckers think that "Money Mike" "ended their careers." Fuck outta here. FIRST OFF, I don't think that Neef dissed "Money Mike" when he said "We don't mess with the funny type/fake ass pimps like Money Mike." SMH.

Shout out to Mica, Micaela, the twins, and Matthia. Shouts to a particular follower of the blog that makes me look like Ike Turner. Annnnnd, FAT shouts to bootleg Randy Jackson. You made my Monday memorable on an otherwise boring-as-fuck workday... And (little did you know) your daughter constantly made my... March, April, May, June, July, August, September (especially), October, November, December, and January (ESPECIALLY). In various ways.

Word? Aight!

Okaaaay. So, I'm here in physics class. Cool...

Before I go on, I just have one thing to say. I'm SINCERELY sorry for anything I posted in the past that may have offended some readers.*

Here's a list of random topics on my mind (that I'm too lazy to actually blog extensively about).

1. Blood diamond... No, not the movie. We're learning about the Democratic Republic of the Congo in Recent History class (the class I don't even need, but I learn the most in), and it's appalling to me how groups of people "rape-over" other peoples' land. The number one continent for diamonds is the poorest? SMH. Not just white people, either (although they're the most guilty). The Rape of Nanking was a despicable act, as well.

2. Chivalry is DEAD. OVER. It's a sad day when I can attract girls with my work uniform on and my glasses, and they literally throw themselves at me... Dead ass, though. Hoes give their numbers out like it's nothing. LITERALLY. Meaning, all I have to do is ask... I mean, it was fun at first when I was trying to be a "mack" and get all the girls, but... Where's the challenge? At least with this current situation, I have a challenge... I feel like I have to try very hard (although I'm failing). The 32 bar verses and thoughtful songs I've written fall on deaf ears. Oh well. And on a similar note, the first verse to Kanye West's "Heartless" and the second verse to Charles Hamilton's "Mr. Perfect" perfectly describe this shit. And [most of] the hook to Timbaland's "Say Somethin'." And countless other songs.

3. Top 5 Illuminati artists: Jay-Z, Lady Gaga, Little Wayne, Eminem, Kanye West.

4. It's always good to have someone to look up to... Both someone you know personally and a celebrity.

5. "Race-mixing" is slowly leading to the end of the world as we know it (no KKK member). Not in a good way or bad way... Everyone's gonna be a nigga sooner or later. No lie. Go to a mostly white school... The star [black] point guard more than likely dates a white female. The peer-pressure of "You ain't hittin' that though" will 'cause him to "hit it" and, BOOM. Mixed baby. SMH. I love all races though, except hoodrats and hood figgas.

Time for 3rd block.

"I'm [as real as it gets], I'm real, like legit. They say I'm an asshole, so pardon if I feel I'm the shit." - Sciryl

*April Fools Day, bitches.

Hip-hop morning.

Nasir Jones. ILL!
Prodigy from the infamous Mobb Deep. ILL!
Rappers from Queensbridge in general (minus Ron Artest). ILL!

Don't disrespect New York... EVER. From the BK to the BX to Harlem to the 'Bridge to South Shore to Queens. New York IS hip-hop. Niggaz still ain't caught up. Especially not those wack ass niggaz in the south... SMH.

I must admit, I thought Prodigy sucked because the only time I heard him rap was in a freestyle on Rap City a few years back (he was actually freestyling so it sucked). Free Prodigy, dun.

And fuckin' Slaughterhouse (the rap group) is something SERIOUS. Joe Budden, Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, and Royce Da 5'9" in the same group, collectively? WOW. Fuck what you heard about Joe Budden, he's the truth.

ANNNNND... I can't believe I am a hip-hopper and I am JUST NOW listening to that "God's Son" album. Wow.

Too bad Nas a part of that Illuminati, industry bullshit. Damn Jay-Z...

Random Top Fives for 3/22/10.

I'm personally on an academic strike since I'm fresh from earning a scholarship. On a similar rant, I would have an extra $1,000 if I wasn't SCREWED OVER for my Homecoming King crown. I guess they must help who needs it the most or something. (OOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!)

Here we go! Pardon me for the lack of description, but since I'm a genius, I don't have to explain myself to anyone.

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Top 5 Record Labels I would sign to (if given the opportunity):

1. 1st and 15th
2. Aftermath/Shady
3. Star Trak
4. GOOD Music
5. Rawkus Records

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Top 5 items I'm copping in the foreseeable future:

1. Nixon Black Rubber Player Watch
2. Supra Skytop II (black/white/red)
3. Another Ralph Lauren Polo
4. A new game for XBOX360... (Modern Warfare 2 is getting fuckin' old)
5. I [heart] VA shirt

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Top 5 things I sing while doing random stuff:

1. "Weeee coulda woooorked it oooouuut. But I guess things change."
2. JaSUN DeRuuuUUUUuuulooo
3. "Don't when I dive, I dive deeeeeeeeeeep?"
4. "The motivation for me is them tellin' me what I could not be... Oh, well.
5. "I'm comin' back, I'm comin' baaacccck..."

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Top 5 celebrities I would wife (Shi Reeves doesn't count because I been there, done that):

1. Rosario Dawson
2. Bria Myles
3. Keke Palmer
4. Teyana Taylor (only because she's fly as shit)
5. Vashtie

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Top 5 reasons why I'm a genius:

1. My complex thinking hasn't been used by anyone else (thus far)
2. I isolated myself as a preteen and early teen, thus giving me time to get smart over the internet, TV, books (yes, books), and other ways.
3. I can still admit that I'm wrong, but still look smart doing THAT.
4. I've obliterated EVERYONE who tried to pick an argument with me.
5. I just can't be wrong. It's impossible. "The only time I was wrong was when I thought I was wrong" (never)

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3rd block time. Time to discuss music with my future A&R... My nigga Kenneth!

Peace, thun.

Dam Funk - Mirrors.

This is fuckin' ill.

I heard this song while I was blackin', spending hundreds of dollars at Urban Outfitters a few weeks back.

"Look inside your soooouuuulllll..."

And on a similar note, I'm a muthafuckin' lyrical wordsmith muthafuckin' genius!

I saw this, then I LOL'd.

So, I check my school email account, and I noticed a new message entitled "Run for Winter Formal Royalty!"

Well, after LOL'ing at the thought of actually doing it, I quietly said to myself...

FUCK NO.

To anyone who doesn't know of the disaster that was me running for homecoming royalty, read my past vents.

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Anyways, Ms. Vargas has a shitload of makeup on today. Still, I enjoyed watching her walk away. Call me sprung, that's not what it is though, bitch. (LOL)

I have all these song ideas, all I have to do is put them together, man... It's not as easy as before, I admit. I was a beast before, now I'm just good. Gotta get back on that level.

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I'm uber-disappointed in myself for JUST NOW hearing that "Charles Hamilton is Back" song (by Charles Hamilton). That joint was BANANAS, nigga!

I'm out like flannels in a few months.

I'm white, now?

I remember... I was in a class a few week ago, and I said something to a friend. Cool, right?. A female (a hood chick who THINKS she's smart... that's annoying) comes up to me and asks me a question. I answered it. She then proceeds to say, "You are SOOO white!" ...And she was serious about it, too. Apparently, my usage of fairly correct English made her think of a middle class white kid. WTF. My response to that was, "I still get bitches." Apparently, she couldn't hear, because she thought that I said something like, "I don't talk to stupid bitches," or something. Double WTF. Whatever.

At any rate...

So, it was 70 degrees yesterday, and my mother decided to take [me and] my sister to the park. While there, I heard a white female say something along the lines of this (to her child):

"Gon', nah. Y'all ain't got no bitniz 'round hurr."

This individual was what some people would call a "redneck," "hick," or a "hillbilly." Did you READ what she said?

Isn't the vernacular of most blacks like that, too? That shit is wack. So, in essence, niggaz sound like hillbillies. Hmmm.

So, it's official. I most definitely prefer to sound "white" than sound like a fuckin' hillbilly. It's a sad day in society when using proper English makes a black person sound white. That's dumb. Think about what people are saying when they call black people "white" because they speak correctly... They're essentially saying that all blacks should sound ignorant (which in itself is fuckin' ignorant). Oh, and I hate the niggaz that say they're not niggaz because "nigga means ignorant." AND, I hate when bitches (and niggaz) +yp3 LYK3 +h15. It's FUCKING STUPID. For one, it takes longer to type. For two, it's harder to read. Cut it the fuck out, niggaz. And people wonder why I sometime classify myself as Filipino ONLY.

Face it. The only people who talk like that and have lots of money are rappers and entreprenuers (which most teenage niggaz think they can be also). I have aspirations to be a "professional rapper" one day... But I refuse to look like a jackass when I get interviewed because of the peer-pressure to talk like a nigga... I'd rather look like a jackass in other ways. I also refuse to be a label-head's bitch. Fuck that. That's a whole 'nother story, though.

So... I'd rather be rich, "white" and viewed as a "sell-out" than be a "real nigga," be broke in the 'hood and be uneducated. It's my life, bitches.

Conclusions.

1. Clones are at an all-time high.

2. Clones of MY clones exist. What the fuck?!

3. I'm on my Greg Enemy shit right now... plaid shirt, skinny jeans on the waist, less than $40 pair of sneakers on, fly-ass glasses. And I'm STILL that guy. (Google Greg Enemy, he's about to put KC on the map. No disrespect, Tech. I seen them billboards for that K.O.D., though!!!)

4. I'm smarter than people initially thought. So, that means I'm pretty FRICKIN' smart.

5. Me and Shi Reeves are on a break. I still love her, though.

I love burgers.

Simple as that. I love burgers (especially ones that I make).
Bottom bun (butter toasted), mustard, bacon, pepperjack cheese, burger patty, american cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, barbecue sauce, pickles, mayonnaise, top bun (butter toasted). In that order.

I'm gonna MURK these beats:

Pressure
Us Placers
Pink and Blue

Outty 5,000.

You're far too kind.

I'm doing this American Government PowerPoint... And I was just thinking...

Shouts to everyone who talked me through the disaster that was yesterday... Maybe I was overthinking, maybe I wasn't. Whatever. Thank y'all! Extra-ultra shouts to the Royalty Court ladies (LOL).

AND, another thank you goes to the readers of darnellleonard.blogspot.com. Dead ass, though... I hope I'm not posting this ish for nothing! Thank you to everyone who reads this (Now, if y'all would only leave more comments!).

Peace.

SAD.

No, no, no... Me? I'm not sad... SAD is an acronym for "sucky ass day."

The following is bullshit that happened from 5AM to right before I posted this.

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I attempted to do my Western Civilization homework by waking up at 5 in the morning. The only problem was that I kinda DIDN'T HAVE MY BOOK...

So I couldn't look up the answers. So, I did what every person as smart as me would do: bullshitted my way through it and looked up the answers on the internet. This whole fiasco was a problem for two reasons. 1) It took extra time to Google and actually SEARCH for the answers (didn't get finished until like 6:45, 10 minutes before my ride [usually] comes); 2) I probably didn't get the answers that the teacher was looking for, since I had to rely on Wiki-fuckin'-pedia.
After completing the homework, I throw on a sub-fly outfit consisting of an adidas track top, adidas Superstar 2's, 511 Levi's, and the same white tee from yesterday (still relatively fly compared to most niggaz at the school). That outfit sucks balls... At least I got to brush my teeth. Whatever...

My ride calls me at about 7:07 (late as fuck) and tells me to wa

lk to his cousin's house (who literally lives right around the corner). I'm cool with that, aside from the lateness and whatnot. So, I get to his house and I end up waiting for about 10 minutes. When he pulls up, there is an individual whom I'm not particularly fond of in the passenger seat looking mad as fuck for some reason... Maybe he's still mad that he didn't graduate? I don't really give a fuck. We get to school at like 7:20 (school starts at 7:25), then I walk IN THE GRASS (WHICH WAS WET) to get to the door to avoid being tardy. I go through the metal detectors, greet the adults there... My shoes were grassy and shit... Whatever.
I get to class... e-mail the teacher my rushed, Wikipedia'ed work through SchoolLoop from my school-issued laptop... While on the SchoolLoop website, I notice that I have an F (a damn 37.5%) in American Government (the easiest class/easiest teacher I've ever had in high school thus far)... The F is a direct result of one of my group members plagarizing. FUCK! I was pissed, as you would guess. As I put my laptop back in my bag, I see that I had my Western Civilization textbook in my backpack the WHOLE DAMN TIME! I got heated for about 38 seconds, then I said "fuck it, at least it's done" (I may have literally said that out loud).

The teacher tells me that I have to take the Accuplacer college placement test again - Brief history about me and that bitch-ass test: I've taken it 3 times prior to this. You need 100 to pass (not 100%, but 100/120 on some kind of score thing). The first time I took it, I got a 60-something, the second time, I got an 88, and the third time, I blacked and just X'ed out the program while I was taking it (LMAO). At this point (early this morning) I didn't really give a flying rat's ass about this test. - Anyways, I was telling the teacher how I reeeealllly didn't wanna take the test... Then she explained to me that it was important, blah blah yadda yadda. I started thinking to myself, "I passed Pre-Calculus (a college course that I DIDN'T get college credit for due to this wack ass test), and I'm in trigonometry (possibly there would be trigonometry on the test), so I might do well on this test." ...That was kinda just my opimistic mindset talking...

So, I go down to the floor with the other group members and I'm chillin'. We go to the van and I text and I'm good. Walk into the KCKCC building and walk through the hallways, literally getting STARED DOWN by the students sitting the hallways. Whatever. We get to the testing center, start up, and I guess I was ready! This one stupid chick, who, for some reason, always is on field trips with me, is talking NON-STOP. Damn, man! Eventually, it ceased, and I was taking this test. I felt real confident with all of my answers, blazing through this shit. In my mind, I was like, "I got this! I'm too real for this shit, my nigga" (I really said that last part, and, in fact, I say that during all my tests that I take)! At the end of the test, I see that I got a 96... A NINETY-SIX. FOUR POINTS FROM PASSING THIS DAMN THING! FUCK! Who cares, though.

And on top of everything else, I'm in desperate need of a fuckin' haircut.

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I'm still here at the college, and I'm calm, but still. I hope things get better (even though it's not THAT bad). I'll just text Shi Reeves some more... Yeah. If you didn't know... I actually have her number and "we text occasionally". Dead ass, though. And that does, in fact, make me cooler than whoever is reading this. Hollah!

Blah blah, blizzy.

Yo, "what it is!"

I'm in American Government... About to apply for homecoming king, son.

I have no chance of winning thanks to the hispanic population (sorry, it's true) and the star basketball player. Who cares, being a loser is better than being the center of attention (in school at least).

On a side note, my beard is growing back!

Yesterday, I recorded my first song for my project... entirely produced by CHARLES HAMILTON (not personally). It's epic, bitch.

Fry dae.

Dammit, I was gonna call this post "Friday" in Spanish, but I freaking forgot how to say it... And I'm too lazy to Google it. Whatever.

But this is the first time I've blogged at school in a LONG time... I was almost late this morning because I stayed up 'til like 3 writing about 1/4 or my bar-for-bar song to the "Post-Lynching Ceremony" beat (that I looped myself, nigga). This mixtape is gonna be EPIC. I dead ass think that this can propel me to new heights... Everyone prepare for my ego to explode when it comes out.

Anyways, class is about to end... More later.

Payce, nickuz.