ONCE UPON A TIME IN A BLOG FAR, FAR AWAY and in a zine that took place in reality...WILLIAM BROWN and DRAMA EN SABAH aka NURLORD did some tag teaming on such and such things...some related some not...some refrigerated some hot...dearest of readers...casual readers...one night stand readers...rather, could you give us a slice of STRAWBERRY CAKE please...IN THIS LITTLE SNACK PACK FROM ISSUE #?-6...drama has a party...and not just any fucking party...but a party in which the fog was so thick from marijuana smoke i thought i was in san francisco...how many joints smoked?...how many strains?...and what the fuck is corinthian leather...my friends you are in for a treat...
THE POWER OF COLT 45...IT WORKS EVERYTIME
It sure does…doesn’t it billy dee…and if lando fucking calrissian vouches for this shit you know I’m down…I think I said that already though…and the truth is, I would be down no matter what!...and i have no idea why this is in ALL CAPS...but sometimes blogger does fucked up things.
alcoholism is in my dna cause my pops used to get fucked up the same way - dead prez
Now when i relapse i usually get pretty fucking drunk...my death of choice is "colt .45"...i usually get this big ass tall can of it...it's 710ml of 8% malt beer..."strong beer"...i can get a little buzz on with a can of this...but i can maintain...however, if i have two of these then i'm on my way and the gravity pull to getting fucked up is usually too strong for me to stop and away i go...drinking and driving with my headphones on...or hanging out at the cemetery...i drink colt .45 because i can get fucked up for cheap...when i'm fucked up i like to study the symbol on the can...
...notice the red stallion bucking hard in the bottom left corner...when the colt 45 grabs you, it's like riding that fucking bucking stallion...you hold on, but eventually you get thrown off into the abyss and then you're fucked...cause the blackout demons take over and who knows what you'll do after that...also notice the horseshoe surrounding the horse...horseshoe's are known for bringing good luck, and after drinking a can or cans of colt 45 you're gonna need some luck...luck to stay out of jail, to not crash your car, to assault someone or to gamble away your savings at the casino...there's also two upside down crosses on the horseshoe on each side of the stallion...upside down crosses mean the devil...and you're in the devils realm when you drink colt 45...you're pretty much in hell drinking with the devil...and you might think that's cool but give it a try for the next 10 years and let me know how things are going after that...they don't call alcohol spirits for no reason, you know!
Anyway, like i said when i relapse i'm usually by myself...cause i don't really like myself when i drink so why involve friends or loved ones...i talk shit, am aggressive and in general i'm an all round asshole...therefore, my go to friend is rap music...therefore without any ado here's part1 of the top 45 songs for william brown to relapse too...brought to you by colt 45.
1) CHIEF KEEF W/ LITTLE REESE - I DON'T LIKE
When chief keef first came out...it seemed like he literally came back from the dead...like he escaped from the dungeons of hell...or maybe he struck a deal with the devil...becoming a successful rapper but his soul stayed with satan...anyway, this song is straight fucking murder...
2) GUCCI MANE - DON'T DESERVE IT
no one in rap comes closer to the nihilism of addiction than gucci mane...this dude has some serious fucking problems...first off he has a giant ice cream cone on his face!...he's in and out of jail...always got beef with someone...always in court...getting sued by fans...possible mental illness...but all that aside the man is one of the most prolific rappers in the game...it's not uncommon for him to drop 3 mixtapes in a week...this song used to get me in the mood.
3) TECH NINE - CARIBOU LOU
just a fun fucking party song by a dope fucking rapper...you'll be raising your drink high to this one!
4) MEEK MILL W/ BIG SEAN- BURN
nothing got me more hyped last year than this motherfucker...if the earth was flat like they used to say, meek mill sounds like he's rapping right on the edge of that fucker
5) RITTZ W/ YELAWOLF - SLEEP AT NIGHT
rittz and yelawolf can not only rap with the best of them but they can can tell stories in their raps that i can really relate too...and i don't even want to fucking here that they are white rappers...that shit is old...we live in the year 2013 yo...move the fuck on...
6) DEAD PREZ - FUCKED UP
...I AIN'T DRINKING NO MORE...this is something i always listen to when i'm drunk...it sums up my alcoholism perfectly
7) TUPAC - WHEN WE RIDE ON OUR ENEMIES
...you can't have a top fucking 45 without pac...this is my shit right here yo...i heard the fugees was trying to do me, look bitch this ain't no mutherfuckin movie!...i usually feel pretty fucking aggro when i'm drunk and nothing goes with aggro better than some 2pac!...if this song comes on you'll find me rapping along with my shirt off into a mirror somewhere!...niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit...hehe...
8) LIL WAYNE - ROLLIN
oh i know lil wayne isn't cool anymore...boohoo...but i been with this dude since he was a shorty...i'm down with weezy and sorry 4 the wait is one of my go to albums if i'm drinking...rollin is one of my favourites songs off the album!
9) 2 CHAINZ - FUCKIN PROBLEMS
2 chainz can't rap?...fuck you and your backpack!...check out the 2:50 minute mark on this fuckin problems remix by dj pizzo http://www.hiphopsite.com/2013/02/01/the-arrival-of-kendrick-lamar-mixed-by-dj-pizzo-mixtape/ and prepare to become a fan!...plus i love this whole fucking mixtape when drunk!...in my hood i feel like eddie murphy in the 80s
10) A$AP ROCKY - 1 TRAIN
anything is better then that 1train...i'm a big fan of rocky...his first two albums are classics for me...but i love this posse cut...the beat is ill and has a bunch of my favourite rappers on it too!...plus it's nice and long and when you're drunk you never want the high to end...cause when it does...that's when the ravens come knocking at your door...
*right after i wrote this list i went on a fucking bad binge...ended up at some bar...blacked out but have some glimpses...sang some karaoke...pretty sure some lady slapped me in the face for trying to touch her ass...a drug dealer came pretty close to shit kicking me and i got a free ride home in a police car!...not to mention causing my wife all kinds of pain for the billionth time...yeah for alcoholism!!!...also seemed to have lost some clothing...oh yeah, and how can i forget the mind altering two day hangover!
The Real Origin of the Term 420
Hey yay yay ay...Smoke weed everyday
So do you ever wonder where the term "420" comes
from and why it's most closely associated with cannabis use? Well surprisingly
the story had nothing to do with weed at all, at least not at first. The truth
is a bunch of friends used to meet after school to sit on a wall and watch
girls walk by on their way home. By the time all the friends would make it to
the wall it was usually around 4:20pm. So eventually the phrase "Do you
want to meet at 4:20 to look at girls?" was shortened to just 4:20.
Marijuana didn't get attached to the phrase until one of the
older brothers of these kids went off to university. That guy and some friends
planted some cannabis plants in the wilderness somewhere but for whatever
reason couldn't make it back to harvest those plants. He told his younger
brother where they were and said he could go get them if he wanted them.
The younger brother told his friends about it and like a
Cheech and Chong version of Stand by Me they decided to make a road trip out of
it. Out of habit and a nod to their days of sitting on that wall they decided
to meet up at 4:20 to start their trip to get the weed. This was the first time
marijuana became associated with 4:20.
When one of those friends ended up working with the Grateful
Dead he told them the story and that's when the phrase 4:20 entered pop
culture.
The story was told to me several years ago by one of the
friends who sat on that wall. Many people have spoken up to verify it as being
true.
D.
Magic Horny Devil Weed
ONCE UPON A TIME IN A BLOG FAR, FAR AWAY and in a zine that took place in reality...WILLIAM BROWN and DRAMA EN SABAH aka NURLORD did some tag teaming on such and such things...some related some not...some refrigerated some hot...dearest of readers...casual readers...one night stand readers...rather, could you give us a slice of STRAWBERRY CAKE please...IN THIS LITTLE SNACK PACK FROM ISSUE #?-6...drama has a party...and not just any fucking party...but a party in which the fog was so thick from marijuana smoke i thought i was in san francisco...how many joints smoked?...how many strains?...and what the fuck is corinthian leather...my friends you are in for a treat...
THE POWER OF COLT 45...IT WORKS EVERYTIME
It sure does…doesn’t it billy dee…and if lando fucking calrissian vouches for this shit you know I’m down…I think I said that already though…and the truth is, I would be down no matter what!...and i have no idea why this is in ALL CAPS...but sometimes blogger does fucked up things.
alcoholism is in my dna cause my pops used to get fucked up the same way - dead prez
...actually my moms does...she puts her rosay wine into a cranberry juice container so that she can trick people into thinking she's drinking cranberry juice...funny thing is i do the same kind of shit too...welcome to the top colt45 songs that william brown relapses too!...when i went to aa one time i referred to myself as the "patron saint of the relapse"...a joke in a place where there aren't too many jokes...i also found it funny to sometimes drink before going to an aa meeting...drink sneakily out of my water container during an aa meeting and of course head to the nearest liquor store right after an aa meeting...kind of funny?...kind of sad?...for some reason i found it entertaining to be rebellious in certain situations and so there it is...
Now when i relapse i usually get pretty fucking drunk...my death of choice is "colt .45"...i usually get this big ass tall can of it...it's 710ml of 8% malt beer..."strong beer"...i can get a little buzz on with a can of this...but i can maintain...however, if i have two of these then i'm on my way and the gravity pull to getting fucked up is usually too strong for me to stop and away i go...drinking and driving with my headphones on...or hanging out at the cemetery...i drink colt .45 because i can get fucked up for cheap...when i'm fucked up i like to study the symbol on the can...
Now when i relapse i usually get pretty fucking drunk...my death of choice is "colt .45"...i usually get this big ass tall can of it...it's 710ml of 8% malt beer..."strong beer"...i can get a little buzz on with a can of this...but i can maintain...however, if i have two of these then i'm on my way and the gravity pull to getting fucked up is usually too strong for me to stop and away i go...drinking and driving with my headphones on...or hanging out at the cemetery...i drink colt .45 because i can get fucked up for cheap...when i'm fucked up i like to study the symbol on the can...
...notice the red stallion bucking hard in the bottom left corner...when the colt 45 grabs you, it's like riding that fucking bucking stallion...you hold on, but eventually you get thrown off into the abyss and then you're fucked...cause the blackout demons take over and who knows what you'll do after that...also notice the horseshoe surrounding the horse...horseshoe's are known for bringing good luck, and after drinking a can or cans of colt 45 you're gonna need some luck...luck to stay out of jail, to not crash your car, to assault someone or to gamble away your savings at the casino...there's also two upside down crosses on the horseshoe on each side of the stallion...upside down crosses mean the devil...and you're in the devils realm when you drink colt 45...you're pretty much in hell drinking with the devil...and you might think that's cool but give it a try for the next 10 years and let me know how things are going after that...they don't call alcohol spirits for no reason, you know!
Anyway, like i said when i relapse i'm usually by myself...cause i don't really like myself when i drink so why involve friends or loved ones...i talk shit, am aggressive and in general i'm an all round asshole...therefore, my go to friend is rap music...therefore without any ado here's part1 of the top 45 songs for william brown to relapse too...brought to you by colt 45.
1) CHIEF KEEF W/ LITTLE REESE - I DON'T LIKE
When chief keef first came out...it seemed like he literally came back from the dead...like he escaped from the dungeons of hell...or maybe he struck a deal with the devil...becoming a successful rapper but his soul stayed with satan...anyway, this song is straight fucking murder...
2) GUCCI MANE - DON'T DESERVE IT
no one in rap comes closer to the nihilism of addiction than gucci mane...this dude has some serious fucking problems...first off he has a giant ice cream cone on his face!...he's in and out of jail...always got beef with someone...always in court...getting sued by fans...possible mental illness...but all that aside the man is one of the most prolific rappers in the game...it's not uncommon for him to drop 3 mixtapes in a week...this song used to get me in the mood.
3) TECH NINE - CARIBOU LOU
just a fun fucking party song by a dope fucking rapper...you'll be raising your drink high to this one!
4) MEEK MILL W/ BIG SEAN- BURN
nothing got me more hyped last year than this motherfucker...if the earth was flat like they used to say, meek mill sounds like he's rapping right on the edge of that fucker
5) RITTZ W/ YELAWOLF - SLEEP AT NIGHT
rittz and yelawolf can not only rap with the best of them but they can can tell stories in their raps that i can really relate too...and i don't even want to fucking here that they are white rappers...that shit is old...we live in the year 2013 yo...move the fuck on...
6) DEAD PREZ - FUCKED UP
...I AIN'T DRINKING NO MORE...this is something i always listen to when i'm drunk...it sums up my alcoholism perfectly
7) TUPAC - WHEN WE RIDE ON OUR ENEMIES
...you can't have a top fucking 45 without pac...this is my shit right here yo...i heard the fugees was trying to do me, look bitch this ain't no mutherfuckin movie!...i usually feel pretty fucking aggro when i'm drunk and nothing goes with aggro better than some 2pac!...if this song comes on you'll find me rapping along with my shirt off into a mirror somewhere!...niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit...hehe...
8) LIL WAYNE - ROLLIN
oh i know lil wayne isn't cool anymore...boohoo...but i been with this dude since he was a shorty...i'm down with weezy and sorry 4 the wait is one of my go to albums if i'm drinking...rollin is one of my favourites songs off the album!
9) 2 CHAINZ - FUCKIN PROBLEMS
2 chainz can't rap?...fuck you and your backpack!...check out the 2:50 minute mark on this fuckin problems remix by dj pizzo http://www.hiphopsite.com/2013/02/01/the-arrival-of-kendrick-lamar-mixed-by-dj-pizzo-mixtape/ and prepare to become a fan!...plus i love this whole fucking mixtape when drunk!...in my hood i feel like eddie murphy in the 80s
10) A$AP ROCKY - 1 TRAIN
anything is better then that 1train...i'm a big fan of rocky...his first two albums are classics for me...but i love this posse cut...the beat is ill and has a bunch of my favourite rappers on it too!...plus it's nice and long and when you're drunk you never want the high to end...cause when it does...that's when the ravens come knocking at your door...
*right after i wrote this list i went on a fucking bad binge...ended up at some bar...blacked out but have some glimpses...sang some karaoke...pretty sure some lady slapped me in the face for trying to touch her ass...a drug dealer came pretty close to shit kicking me and i got a free ride home in a police car!...not to mention causing my wife all kinds of pain for the billionth time...yeah for alcoholism!!!...also seemed to have lost some clothing...oh yeah, and how can i forget the mind altering two day hangover!
The Real Origin of the Term 420
 |
| Hey yay yay ay...Smoke weed everyday |
So do you ever wonder where the term "420" comes
from and why it's most closely associated with cannabis use? Well surprisingly
the story had nothing to do with weed at all, at least not at first. The truth
is a bunch of friends used to meet after school to sit on a wall and watch
girls walk by on their way home. By the time all the friends would make it to
the wall it was usually around 4:20pm. So eventually the phrase "Do you
want to meet at 4:20 to look at girls?" was shortened to just 4:20.
Marijuana didn't get attached to the phrase until one of the
older brothers of these kids went off to university. That guy and some friends
planted some cannabis plants in the wilderness somewhere but for whatever
reason couldn't make it back to harvest those plants. He told his younger
brother where they were and said he could go get them if he wanted them.
The younger brother told his friends about it and like a
Cheech and Chong version of Stand by Me they decided to make a road trip out of
it. Out of habit and a nod to their days of sitting on that wall they decided
to meet up at 4:20 to start their trip to get the weed. This was the first time
marijuana became associated with 4:20.
When one of those friends ended up working with the Grateful
Dead he told them the story and that's when the phrase 4:20 entered pop
culture.
The story was told to me several years ago by one of the
friends who sat on that wall. Many people have spoken up to verify it as being
true.
D.
Magic Horny Devil Weed
Last year I started noticing
that a lot of times I’d park my bike and I’d end up having very interesting
conversations with strangers. I kept saying I should write them down but I
never did.
This time I managed to write it
down. I was walking down Queen Street, I didn't actually have my
bike but I saw an earlier classic model from the same company. An older guy was
the owner and I nod at him and he says, “If you’re thinking about getting one
do it”. We start talking and I tell him I have one and we start having the
usual conversations people with bikes always have.
The funny thing is whenever the
wind would pick up I’d get this scent of chronic. I mean heavy, heavy chronic.
I periodically look left because it’s like someone is smoking the joint right
on the side walk and I can’t help but try to see who it is. Shockingly I
realize that the chronic smell is coming off the old guy and I most have been
sniffing the air because this guys says, “You smoke? You know…smoke”?
“Yes guy.”
Then he pulls a bag with a bud
out of his pocket and slips it to me and says, “It’s called Pink Kush. My old
lady got it from somebody at her work believe it or not”
“Yes guy”
I build a blunt of this
stickiest of the icky and had to tell someone about it.
The high really spreads
throughout your body. You don’t want to move but your
body isn't heavy. It’s more like you’re not sure your limbs have any
weight to them as the warmth spreads through your limbs. You ever end up
outside of Boston watching a cock fight and some Mexican kid passes
you a pipe that has like a quarter hit of damn good opium left in it? And the
kid who passes you the pipe, his dad starts telling a story that begins, “Man
the Opium we had in ‘Nam…” And you’re standing there thinking “What in the name
of fornicating under the consent of the king am I doing here without a cotdamn
sweater on?” That’s basically the feeling you get in your limbs.
Also suffice to say this weed
has certain aphrodisiac qualities as less then 40 minutes after smoking it I had
an honest and law abiding need to beat off. I fought the desire off long enough
to type up this report but it was touch and go for a while. Every time I’m
alone I hear a voice in my head saying. “Swim all you want little dolphin your
still getting flogged.” It was to the point where I was hearing that echo
location sound dolphins make whenever I’d fire up my Windows Media Player for
another round of Ass Worship 8. Strange thing how natural it is to hear the
moans of soulless chicks accompanied by a chorus of dolphin song. I can’t help
but think this is what Ancient Atlantis must have been like. Surely I can solve
the riddle of the pyramids now.
I mean this stuff is like
smoking the essence of vagina the way it hornifies your chakras. It puts the
spring back in your step in a way that only the finest of poon usually makes
possible.
I highly recommend Pink Kush to
those of you who fantasize about having long sex sessions but lack inspiration
because your game only allows you to bag women of the doggish variety.
I’d also suggest to you Pink
Kush would be beneficial in situations including but not restricted too;
ménages, doing Jamaican girls, first times, doing Latin girls, doing chicks who call you “poppi”. Basically any situation where you’re liable to pop off
early and are going to need re-saddle her before your reputation as rider and a
cocksman lays in shambles under your flaccid member.
Also of note about the high is
the fact that it’s a bit of creeper. The smoke is rough so that keeps you from
overindulging at first but if you’re a chronic smoker you’re still likely to
roll the next one up too quickly and end up fucking yourself, and you’ll do it
again and again even though you know you should stop. Kind of like when a hot
girl is giving you a “professional” and it feels so good you thrust forward and
it feels a lot better but you ask yourself “Is that the back of her throat or
her eye socket?” But as your getting a “professional” can’t really speak to ask
her and all you can do is move it around a little bit to see if you can feel
where your cack ended up but you can’t tell the difference. Then you started
feeling bad because no body should end up blind (at least not permanently)
because of a blow job but still you think to yourself “I know this is wrong,
but baby I’m going to have to buy you a German Sheppard because daddy can’t
pull out now! Mozzletoff!”
And if that wasn’t good enough you
remember she can still see out of the other eye and you won’t even be out the
money for a guide dog.
God Bless OHIP.
That’s how Pink Kush makes you
feel.
So if you see an old dude on a
Ducati who smells like King Solomon’s own chronic lie to him and say you have a
Ducati too. You might get some of his magic horny devil weed.
D.
THE GOOD FIGHT
BY WILLIAM BROWN AND PHONTE
You know what i like about the internet...back in the day if there were lyrics i really liked, i would try to write them down...which meant a lot of fucking work...constantly pausing and rewinding...and that rewind sound in your ear was nothing nice either...and sometimes there would be words that i wasn't quite sure about...but now, i just punch in a google search and there it is...time saved...no words misunderstood...and with the time saved i was able to communicate with my wife...i was able to pet my cat...play soccer with my daughter...fucking warms your heart, donut?
come on william brown get your shit together and focus things up here...i'm here to tell you about my life a little bit and how my life relates to the song "the good fight" by phonte...you know the dude from little brother...one of the best rappers going...you know this right?!...right!!!!
so grab a seat...some popcorn and let william brown and phonte tell you a bedtime story...a tender story about life and love...
actually it's past my bedtime and i have a shit load of library books to get through before the fines start hitting my wallet...got a charles fort bio to finish up as well as "do androids dream of electric sheep" graphic novel to get cracking on as well...so the tender story will have to wait until tomorrow...
okay it's tomorrow...i'm in the future...i'm drinking coffee in the future...let's make this bitch happy...
OFF THE ALBUM CHARITY STARTS AT HOME
[Intro]
When you wake up this morning
I want you to go to the mirror
And I want you to look at yourself in the eyes and say
Fuck you, fuck your hopes, fuck your dreams, fuck all the good you thought this life was 'gon bring you
Now lets got out there and make this bitch happy
man oh man...do i feel like that when i look in the mirror some mornings...especially if i'm a bit hung over...feeling like shit from yet another relapse...working bullshit jobs just to pay the bills...my hopes and dreams have run off with another woman and were last seen partying in fucking hawaii...at some points in my life i thought i could make a difference in this life...do some good...and maybe i did...but when i look into my eyes, sometimes all i see is the bad i've done...real talk people...now lets get out there and make this bitch happy...
New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo
New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo
[Verse 1]
Up early with the sun, and the stars, 6 A.M. ring the alarm
living with people with special needs...where one autistic guy would wake up at 3am and would flush the toilet non stop until i would have to drag myself up and stop him...or the 70 year old cross dresser that would drag chains or some shit next to my head as i tossed and turned...shouts out to camphill...add that shit to now having a kid and the days of sleeping in past 6am are long gone...i'm envious of the youngsters at my work that tell me they slept in and were late for work.
Weather man say "it's 90 today but it gon' feel like 100 tomorrow
i work as a landscaper at an apple orchard and that means alot of the time i'm working outside in the elements...when i first started it was a week of pure fucking heat...the temps were near 40 all day...i had to walk around the orchard taking tent caterpillars off the trees and squishing them to death...man, if hell is run by caterpillars i'm fucked!...i must've killed a million caterpillars this summer!...anyway, by the end of the day i was so heat baked that i felt like a zombie...brainless and staggering around.
i work as a landscaper at an apple orchard and that means alot of the time i'm working outside in the elements...when i first started it was a week of pure fucking heat...the temps were near 40 all day...i had to walk around the orchard taking tent caterpillars off the trees and squishing them to death...man, if hell is run by caterpillars i'm fucked!...i must've killed a million caterpillars this summer!...anyway, by the end of the day i was so heat baked that i felt like a zombie...brainless and staggering around.
So throw some fresh water under the arms"
Bullshit soon as I come in the job
Boss hit me with the news like a box-cutter under the jaw
Said "they just had a meeting and about 3 hundred
Of y'all gettin fired cuz we been defunded"
Can't say I didn't even see it coming
I always knew that one day, they'd find a way to throw me to the wolves
And once they, came into my room on that Friday afternoon I was thinkin
"why you faggot ass niggas couldn't find me on Monday"
I know it's not sane, but yo I'm just sayin
Everybody prays for the day they see the light
But the light at the end of the tunnel is a train
5 dollar gas, and poverty rates, are rising much higher than your hourly rates
So if you thinkin 'bout quittin you should probably wait
Cuz everybody gotta do a fuckin job that they hate
that's the fucking truth right there...i dislike my job...my mama always told me not to use the word "hate" so i "dislike"...i bust my ass for $11 bucks an hour...in a past life, my boss must've been a platoon leader in the vietnam war or some shit, cause he loves giving orders and rarely says anything nice like "you're doing a great job, lunch is on me!"...i'm usually simmering about some shit, but i gotta keep it cool...i need this job right now...so i gotta suck it up...or "man the fuck up" as one of my coworkers tells me when i'm pouting...that's him being nice cause usually he calls me a "pussy"...anyway, i also have to commute an hour each way and the fucking gas prices are killing me...basically i have to work 2 hours to pay for my gas...i know...i just have to man up.
that's the fucking truth right there...i dislike my job...my mama always told me not to use the word "hate" so i "dislike"...i bust my ass for $11 bucks an hour...in a past life, my boss must've been a platoon leader in the vietnam war or some shit, cause he loves giving orders and rarely says anything nice like "you're doing a great job, lunch is on me!"...i'm usually simmering about some shit, but i gotta keep it cool...i need this job right now...so i gotta suck it up...or "man the fuck up" as one of my coworkers tells me when i'm pouting...that's him being nice cause usually he calls me a "pussy"...anyway, i also have to commute an hour each way and the fucking gas prices are killing me...basically i have to work 2 hours to pay for my gas...i know...i just have to man up.
"Go and live out your dreams" thats what they tellin
i used to have big dreams...write books, make movies, do art all day...and i have done that for periods of my life...but these days those dreams have been ground down to their very last compound...ground down so much i just used it to make up some hamburgers
i used to have big dreams...write books, make movies, do art all day...and i have done that for periods of my life...but these days those dreams have been ground down to their very last compound...ground down so much i just used it to make up some hamburgers
Fam in my ear all day and they yellin
"Keep it real Te", and don't ever sellout
But how the fuck you sell out when ain't nobody sellin?
try being an unpublished poet and sci-fi writer who writes about dolphins...who the fuck is reading let alone buying fucking poetry or sci-fi dolphin books these days?
try being an unpublished poet and sci-fi writer who writes about dolphins...who the fuck is reading let alone buying fucking poetry or sci-fi dolphin books these days?
[Hook]
Tired of playin with yall, I wanna fight the good fight
But it ain't payin me dawg
that's why i have to give up on my dreams...or put them on the back burner and get me some paying jobs these days...but that shit just depresses me and has led me to drink my fucking face off, which leads me to be even more depressed.
that's why i have to give up on my dreams...or put them on the back burner and get me some paying jobs these days...but that shit just depresses me and has led me to drink my fucking face off, which leads me to be even more depressed.
N.C., *Make ya money*
VA, *Make ya money*
To my man still hustlin hard, tryin to get it at whatever the cost
Wherever you at or whoever you are, that's me *Make ya money*
All day *Make ya money*
[Verse 2]
It's like chasin a high, you just wanna get a hit
Just wanna get a taste, just wanna benefit
Everyday we wake up there's the legitimate
Struggle between doin whats right, and just doin some nigga shit
i struggle with this everyfuckingday...some days i just wanna wander around town...drink a little...smoke a little...do some art...get into adventures...but man i just can't do that or i will lose my wife and daughter...that's a high cost and so i suck it up and try and find some sort of balance to it all.
i struggle with this everyfuckingday...some days i just wanna wander around town...drink a little...smoke a little...do some art...get into adventures...but man i just can't do that or i will lose my wife and daughter...that's a high cost and so i suck it up and try and find some sort of balance to it all.
Baby bro wrote me say he feel he lost me
I'm like dude I'm tryin back the fuck up off me
My single friends say "Tay, ya family's beautiful"
I'm like if only y'all niggas knew what it cost me
it's cost me some success as an artist i'll tell you that much...i would have hustled alot harder...gone on longer tours with my performances...more adventures to try and find some shit to film or write about...which all would have led to some form of success with it all...but then what does a little bit of fame and a little bit of money off your art give you compared to losing your family?
it's cost me some success as an artist i'll tell you that much...i would have hustled alot harder...gone on longer tours with my performances...more adventures to try and find some shit to film or write about...which all would have led to some form of success with it all...but then what does a little bit of fame and a little bit of money off your art give you compared to losing your family?
This shit don't come with no blueprints
And with every change it seems more like a game you could never win
most of the time i don't feel like playing the game with my art...i don't feel like doing the hustle or all the social networking shit that you have to do now in order to get published or noticed...that shit just takes away my energy which i need in order to make my art...so if i don't ever get published or noticed that's fine by me...i just don't have the ego about that kind of thing anymore.
most of the time i don't feel like playing the game with my art...i don't feel like doing the hustle or all the social networking shit that you have to do now in order to get published or noticed...that shit just takes away my energy which i need in order to make my art...so if i don't ever get published or noticed that's fine by me...i just don't have the ego about that kind of thing anymore.
I tell my peoples I ain't rich but this harvest is the farthest a broke nigga ever been
a nice thing about living in canada is that you can be "poor" but still be living pretty fucking good...i mean, we eat lots of organic food, have a nice place to live, a computer, a car etc...shouts out to "child allowance" and "rental subsidy"
a nice thing about living in canada is that you can be "poor" but still be living pretty fucking good...i mean, we eat lots of organic food, have a nice place to live, a computer, a car etc...shouts out to "child allowance" and "rental subsidy"
"Go for ya dreams" that's what they tellin
at the end of the day i still have dreams, and i think that's necessary in order to push yourself towards something...when i was just drinking and working i had no dreams and shit was depressing...now i just quit my job and quit drinking and i find myself dreaming again.
at the end of the day i still have dreams, and i think that's necessary in order to push yourself towards something...when i was just drinking and working i had no dreams and shit was depressing...now i just quit my job and quit drinking and i find myself dreaming again.
Fam in my ear all day and they yellin
"Keep it real Te", and don't ever sellout
But what the fuck is sellin out if ain't nobody sellin?
[Hook]
Tired of playin with yall, I'm tryin to fight the good fight
i'm definitely down for fighting the good fight...being a warrior and facing life...the good and the bad...and not just facing it but enjoying it...not being scared...so i've made some big changes...quit my job so that i can find something that i like alot more...entered myself into a marathon and have started training for that...i'm home more so i can feel the love that my family provides...and i've started being creative again...shouts out to phonte!
i'm definitely down for fighting the good fight...being a warrior and facing life...the good and the bad...and not just facing it but enjoying it...not being scared...so i've made some big changes...quit my job so that i can find something that i like alot more...entered myself into a marathon and have started training for that...i'm home more so i can feel the love that my family provides...and i've started being creative again...shouts out to phonte!
But they ain't payin it dawg
N.C., *Make ya money*
VA, *Make ya money*
To my man still hustlin hard, where ya at or whoever you are
Coinstar pennies out of the jar
All day nigga *Make ya Money*
Y'all remember that shit nigga *Make ya money*
by drama en sabah
At this point the subject of the use of the word nigger (reportedly over 100 times) in Quentin Tarantino’s 2012 film Django has been hashed and rehashed and truth be told nothing much has come out of it. I myself have been involved in this conversation many times usually finding that my opinion was more or less in the minority. Still it didn't occur to me that I should write a blog post about it until Sir William Brown suggested it during a conversation weeks back.
I think it’s important to state that I think I Tarantino is the most important director of the last 20 or so years. At this point it may be tough to remember what the landscape of popular movies looked like prior to Reservoir Dogs (1992) but believe me if you were in your late teens or early 20’s at the time there is a pretty good chance your favourite movies of that period either cost a zillion dollars to bring to theaters or featured a script entirely written so that the lead actor could utter a catchphrase which that could be used to sell Big Mac Combos at McDonald's. Please believe me when I tell you that Reservoir Dogs and Tarantino’s second film Pulp Fiction (1994) Reminded a generation of young movie makers that you could write you’re way to success and that sharp dialogue could replace explosions, and maybe movies could be made for less than 100 million dollars, a fact that is of endless import if you want to make films but don’t have 100 million dollars.
That out of the way on to the meat of the subject here and what my primary issue is; Truth be told my real issue is with the way the discussion was allowed to unfold, which is to say that by way of justifying the use of the word nigger Tarantino’s supporters state that in the case of a movie like Django which is set in the American South in the 1800s the word is being used in a way that can be described as historically accurate. In fairness this seems to be a reasonable stance if Django is being looked at outside of the director’s body of work, but therein lays my problem. Why is Django being taken out of context of Tarantino’s entire career?
Most in Hollywood who have vocalized an opinion seem to be pro Django and comfortable with the reasoning behind the use of the word nigger. Notable exceptions being Spike Lee and Kat Williams. Unfortunately a lot of people dislike Spike Lee and just as much think Katt is crazy so yeah not much opposition for the Pro-Django side. Spike, who hadn't seen the movie at the time he criticized it did get one thing right for sure and that was an attempt to remind us that this isn't a new criticism being leveled at the Tarantino.
By way of example if you a give a child a 6 pm curfew, and come Monday the child shows up at 7 pm and says the “C” bus was late so you give the kid a pass. Now on Tuesday the child says they were late because the bus was packed and they decided to walk home instead of waiting for the “A” bus that takes a longer route home. Wednesday rolls around and the child is late again this time it was because they decided to help a friend change a flat tire on their bike. Thursday, late again this time the child decided to stay after school to get help with some home work. Friday the child is once again late but this time says they did get on the bus but it was the “A” bus which takes longer to get home than the “C” bus. Do you as parent say to yourself, yeah the “A” bus wouldn't get him home by 6 pm or do you put the behaviour into the context of the facts which show this kid just doesn't want to be home by 6 pm? Do you not finally look at the result and not the reasons? When the reasons change but the result stays the same is the result not where we need to start looking for the truth? Cause in the household I grew up in the excuses wouldn’t have worked much past Tuesday. I would have been home on time on Wednesday or I would have had a belt teaching me how to tell time.
And this is the context within which I feel Tarantio’s use of the word nigger should be had. One where we move past the justification (if any) and discuss his obsession which I think will remove our ability to hide behind what appear to be the sensible justifications presented in Django.
Tarantino has aside from the obvious reasoning in Django has said in defense of the verbiage in his other movies that at points in his life growing up he was raised by black people so the African American experience is also his experience and where he picked up the word. He also has stated that the word has too much power and by using it he feels he takes the power away.
Let’s quickly look at some of his previous work in the hopes of providing the context I speak of.
Reservoir Dogs (1992)
The word nigger appears 5 times each time clearly attaching blacks to behaviour that should be shunned.
-You're actin' like a bunch of fuckin' niggers! Ever work with niggers? Always sayin'
they're gonna kill each other.
they're gonna kill each other.
-A man walks into prison a white man, walks out talkin' like a fuckin' nigger. You know what?I think it's all that black semen...pumped up your asshole, now it's backed into your fuckin' brain and it's comin' out your mouth!
-Why is it that every nigger I know treats his woman like a piece of shit?
-I'll bet those same niggers who show their ass in public when their bitches get 'em home
they chill the fuck out.
they chill the fuck out.
True Romance (1992) written by Quentin Tarantino.
The word nigger appears 7 times in this picture, it’s possible I saw True Romance before I saw Reservoir Dogs. I do remember thinking at the time that I’d never before experienced the word nigger being used in a film where it wasn’t being used to reinforce a theme of racism. Here it’s just part of casual conversation and this wasn’t a common occurrence in movies at that time or prior. Especially not amongst film makers who were not black.
Clifford Worley: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conqueredSicily
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops fromNorthern Italy . Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much fuckin' with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...
[Coccotti busts out laughing]
Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
[All laugh]
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that shit fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from
[Coccotti busts out laughing]
Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother fucked a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
[All laugh]
Pulp Fiction (1994)
The word nigger is used 14 times in this script. Differing from his previous scripts in that here the word is used mostly by black actors who generally changed the inflection so where the script reads “nigger”” they say “nigga”. The differences may be more suited to a discussion on Ebonics or Black English but I believe it may also have some significance to this writing. The difference between nigger and nigga are important in that Tarantino claims to have developed his affinity for the word during periods he was raised by blacks but why then in the following scene where he inserts himself as a character does he not pronounce it as you think he would have heard it said in his youth? The difference between nigger and nigga is not semantics not as used by black folks who often do not use the wording interchangeably.
To my knowledge this was the first piece of work where Quentin Tarantino was called out for his use of the word nigger possibly do to the fact this was easily his biggest hit to date and many people simply hadn’t seen his previous films. Dead Nigger Storage
This YouTube commenter nails this one to the wall with spikes of sarcasm.
It's okay guys that's how people talked way back in the 1990's. It's just being historically accurate, much like Django Unchained.
Just in case the link eventually dies. Read it yourself. Q.T as Jimmie in Pulp Fiction
[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]
Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen; it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Julie.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen; it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Jules: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Jimmie: [interupting] No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Jimmie: [cutting him off again; getting angry] Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said "Dead Nigger Storage"?
Jules: [pause] No. I didn't.
Jimmie: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Jules: Why?
Jimmie: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead niggers ain't my fucking business, that's why!
Tarantino’s next major work appeared in an anthology of 4 short films by 4 directors entitled Four Rooms (1995). The word nigger only appears once in the work. Predictably it appears in the portion Tarantino wrote and directed.
-Now you take a good long look at that there machine that this motherfucker over here's standin' next to. That's a nigger-red,ragtop Chevy Chevelle. And I love that car more than I love hips, lips or fingertips.
What the fuck is nigger red anyway? I also wonder why after both the dead nigger storage scene and this one Tarantino stop using the word himself as an actor. In Django where he also makes an appearance he refers to black the black actors as “blackies”. I find it interesting that he seems to have now put his justifications aside and doesn’t say nigger in movie he says needed to feel “real”.
I think these examples add the context of which I speak. Quentin repeatedly finds place for the word nigger in his dialogues. We cannot chalk up instance after instance to realism. He really likes using the word but I don’t know that he’s provided a plausible reason that would justify it’s prominence and frequency in his films. I’d also wonder why his reasoning for using words like nigger don’t cross over to works featuring whites with non-black minorities. Films like Dusk Till Dawn, Kill Bill Vol 1 and 2, and perhaps most tellingly Inglorious Basterds would seem to be ripe for the type of pejorative license Tarantino loves to exercise but for the most part Chicanos, Asian, and Jews seem all but ignored by his self professed desire to rid slurs of their power. He claims Django had to use the word nigger as much as it did because works like Roots didn’t seem real at all but did Germans have no slurs for Jewish people during World War 2?
Given the context of which I speak I do think Quentin Tarantino would be well served by answering the question of why he uses the word nigger so much in his works. Absent these explanations it’s hard for me to say whether I think he’s a closet racist or not. This is just one reason the use of the word by Caucasians has always been frowned on. Enjoy your Hip-Hop albums people, but if you approach a black person with a “What up my nigga?” How do I know that you’re not laughing inside? And if you change that to “My Nigger” the situation is likely to get a little hotter. How do I know when you’re joking and when your not? It allows people to hide in plain sight in a way. So now I wonder if he’s just a guy writing a movie or a guy writing a movie while saying “How many times can I get away with it in this movie?” or “I need a good nigger joke right here.” After a hundred niggers in a movie maybe I need to question if he also needed to throw Phrenology in there and should I be amused that he has Dr. King freeing slaves and hunting white men with a gun? Or maybe he’s just a guy making a movie and all that comes out as part of the process.
Personally I think all of these things need to be weighed in any discussion of Django or Tarantino and until that discussion is had in a meaningful way I’ll be avoiding his films.
D.