San. Tana. AYE!

Fly as shit, no homo.

I MUST pay homage to Juelz Santana...

I'd say that he is where most of my rap style came from, especially in my early days... He was the foundation, actually. I really appreciated his usage of homophones and overall multi-syllable rhymes. THE "BACK LIKE COOKED CRACK" SERIES WAS... well, CRACK! Also, I really loved his clothes style (ULTRA-PAUSE) and he was my influence during a majority of my 10th grade year. Let me break it down as follows:

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Percentage of my rap style in (late 2006- early 2009):

45% Juelz Santana - If you've ever listened to Santana and listened to my earlier stuff (Comedy Central Freestyle), you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. You know how him and Cam'ron would rhyme things with the same things? Yeah. Though Santana's stuff has been commercial lately, I can't bite the hand that made me.

40% Fabolous - My voice was very monotone, and I used the multi-syllable rhyming patterns similar to Loso's. The "Loso's Way: Rise to Power" mixtape was something SERIOUS.

10% Lupe Fiasco - The part of me that rapped "real shit" was my inner-Lupe. Food & Liquor was probably the inspiration for me dropping the "gangsta lyrics."

5% Clipse (Malice) - I really enjoyed how Malice used his phrases... Who says things like "That's exactly why the caged bird sings" and "It shames me to no end?" Fuckin' MALICE, nigga. ILL.

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There's only a select few rappers and select a few beats that have made me do my signature "OOOoOOOOhh SHIT!" thing... Santana's lyrics have had several "OOOOoooOOoOhhh SHIT!" moments...

AYE!

Charles Hamilton...

...is the best rapper alive.

I hate high school...

I just got home from school...
Not in the happiest of moods at the moment...

You only go through high school once, and I realize this... But what I DIDN'T realize was how much drama, ignorance, stupidity, and (sorry, everyone) niggerness that high-school has to offer (until recently). Okay, I've put myself in a some of these predicaments, but whatever...

Here's the top two that I can think of right now...

1. All of these laptop "rappers" - pause... for those of you who do not know, that term defines a [usually crappy] emcee who constantly tries to be the next Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy etc. by recording [usually crappy] songs on their school issued MacBook computer. I record music on my laptop, and for two main reasons: 1) I would rather not use money on studio time, especially since I am currently unemployed. 2) I openly ADMIT that I use my laptop and don't have money like that. - The issue I have with these peons is that they think they're all that and then they send diss tracks to various rappers. I was a target of one of these tracks (I'm not getting into detail, because this individual is not worth having even {this much} space on my blog). The result, in a nutshell, was me completely obliterating this person on an a'cappella response, then this person starting getting ridiculous, spreading rumors and whatnot. I don't even fuckin' like Maino, but... HI, [retarded, ugly, morbidly obese] Hater! And, hi, [failure in life, non-fresh, every day relationship advice seeking, trying to fight but you go to church bi-weekly] Hater! That's all I'm saying about this situation unless further provoked. I'm done with it.

2. Relationship issues - I don't really feel like typing right now, so, long-story short, a girl has people watching me while she's not around. How [insert word of frustration here] is that!? I'm sick and tired of walking the hallways looking around to see if I'm being watched. This has been going on for a few months, and, quite frankly, it's getting extremely old.

...I'm seriously considering leaving this God-forsaken school in favor of a mostly Caucasian school.

I'm out like baggy clothes (I'll vent on style at another time).

Hold up!

Why the fuck am I getting frustrated for anyways? I'm me! Hahaha... In a few years, I'll be blogging about having too many groupies! *Thinks* AND, I got these! (Pictured below)Who cares if I overpaid, I still have them...