Showing posts with label Biggie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biggie. Show all posts
May 4, 2011
Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself …
While hazy greenery infiltrates my bloodstream/I see/plastic heart minions birthed from unchecked passions of an Ancient Harlot making moves in the name of the blood stained banner of Jesus/young broads with bodies built to lust for/C cup titties, honey-dipped thick, brown & round/graffiti covered vaginal tragedies long before the age of 21/yeh, I know, I be puffing a lot/as I live & breathe we’ve gone from/ez rock & base to pumping easy rocks from base giving birth to a new type of nigga/spitting banana clips like a jungle hungry gorilla/the lust for paper will lead to/no hesitation in the disrespectful & brutal pursuit of respectability/please put down the pen & slowly back away/because without warning or delay you’ll be blown to spastic from the kick back attached to the ass whipping of my verbal spit tactics/perpetually with my board in the shop/chopped from the frequent-high-flyer- mileage/like a decept I can transform from/cere-bral to bru-tal/producing 2 twin jet packs, sumari inspired helicopter choppaz & a rubber griped 9/supreme writer I'm a bitter of myself none other/when I twist a hot verse I'm biggin’ up my culture/biggin’ up my music birthed flow conduit/you ass salty, hatin' cuz my spit is foolish/so them rings and things you sing about bring em out/it's hard to yell when tha bar-rels in your mouth/Biggie!
Mar 9, 2011
The Greatest Rapper of all time died on March 9th ...
Enough said. RIP The Notorious BIG. We miss you, my nigga ...
Feb 17, 2011
Hooked Like Hope ...
Cuz everyone of ya'll know no matter how smart, fine or on the grind
about his master plan and shit/don't none of ya'll want a broke ass nigga who's on the grind & ain't got shit/so I broke it down then called a favor to see if the hook up would still cook up/bagged it up too close to distrust/fell deep into concentration and inhaled the
earth's creation to clutch the figures my ego still lust-ed/stamped it for slaughter and pitched on the fiend filled block/a conjurer of word pat-ter-rens/could easily find some words to assign for rhythm & tone/but then you'd never see this as more than just a poem/it's the pain, fear & rejection ten deep in my dome, it's the procrastination
practice that kept my black ass far away from the throne/I figure why carry it wit me when I can spit it & shine/from the classic green North Face like a 5 year bid to/the best advice from a short life like BIG's/living life without fear, putting 4 krts in my Baby Girl's ear/Tell me your version and I'll work to believe but DAMAGED GOODS is
stamped prominently across my packaging/won't always be locked behind this self-imposed door/chambers are dark & ugly psychological affects on the terminal poor so we'll see what type of monster this cheddar breed for sure/acid dipped razor sharp words like hate saw the fork in the road went back & smoked a L /cuz I sling bars that get ya hooked like Hope/insensitivity at inception left me on the bench way past crunch time shooting prayers for an extra frame/just wanted to make 'em clap for this like Jesus, keep it real like Big Baby & prove to the Stained Glass Gestopo they could never ever stop me/constant evolution & perpetual motion all while perpetually blunted
about his master plan and shit/don't none of ya'll want a broke ass nigga who's on the grind & ain't got shit/so I broke it down then called a favor to see if the hook up would still cook up/bagged it up too close to distrust/fell deep into concentration and inhaled the
earth's creation to clutch the figures my ego still lust-ed/stamped it for slaughter and pitched on the fiend filled block/a conjurer of word pat-ter-rens/could easily find some words to assign for rhythm & tone/but then you'd never see this as more than just a poem/it's the pain, fear & rejection ten deep in my dome, it's the procrastination
practice that kept my black ass far away from the throne/I figure why carry it wit me when I can spit it & shine/from the classic green North Face like a 5 year bid to/the best advice from a short life like BIG's/living life without fear, putting 4 krts in my Baby Girl's ear/Tell me your version and I'll work to believe but DAMAGED GOODS is
stamped prominently across my packaging/won't always be locked behind this self-imposed door/chambers are dark & ugly psychological affects on the terminal poor so we'll see what type of monster this cheddar breed for sure/acid dipped razor sharp words like hate saw the fork in the road went back & smoked a L /cuz I sling bars that get ya hooked like Hope/insensitivity at inception left me on the bench way past crunch time shooting prayers for an extra frame/just wanted to make 'em clap for this like Jesus, keep it real like Big Baby & prove to the Stained Glass Gestopo they could never ever stop me/constant evolution & perpetual motion all while perpetually blunted
Aug 28, 2010
Can't Forget About You ...
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What’s good family?
When my eyes opened this morning the front row of my imagination was jam packed with themes, ideas and Hip-Hop music videos. What’s new right?
My personal and professional life has gone through significant upheaval and transition over the past four years. I’d say I’m located in some vague area between pariah and phantom. Nostalgia is a hue I wear well. Whenever I think about perceived contradictions housed within a MC, Pac is the first name on my list. Because of the mountain of information via his music catalog, interview footage and the many college classes dedicated to his work Pac is now viewed through a nostalgic lens. But Pac was yet another young black man cut down in life transition. Pac much like BIG was hardly a finished product. Jay-Z and NaS are in their late thirties and early forties respectively while Pac and BIG are remembered on murals and RIP t-shirts.
From the moment I heard NaS’ flow on Main Source’s “Live at the BBQ” joint I’ve been an unabashed (minus Nastradamus) fan and supporter. The Illmatic release date was April 19, 1994. Now, I can’t call it. But I do know after I ripped that wrapper off the cassette tape (yes, I said cassette tape) it was played in every Sony Walkman or cassette deck I could bogart. The ability to simply stay alive has granted Jay and NaS the opportunity to mature in reality and perception. My life path has provided the same opportunities for lane merges and roadway transitions. From roof top blunt smoker into a church leader and back again. But this time I have slightly more than a pot to piss in and a family in my caravan to the promise land.
We’re in the double video bonus round today so we’ll focus on NaS’ career growth from crowned prince of the projects to the rebel voice of a generation. As you watch the second video “Ya’ll My Niggaz” visualize my words on page to be the kid with the headphones on in full jam mode. Like him my message is destined to ring in the streets.
M
What’s good family?
When my eyes opened this morning the front row of my imagination was jam packed with themes, ideas and Hip-Hop music videos. What’s new right?
My personal and professional life has gone through significant upheaval and transition over the past four years. I’d say I’m located in some vague area between pariah and phantom. Nostalgia is a hue I wear well. Whenever I think about perceived contradictions housed within a MC, Pac is the first name on my list. Because of the mountain of information via his music catalog, interview footage and the many college classes dedicated to his work Pac is now viewed through a nostalgic lens. But Pac was yet another young black man cut down in life transition. Pac much like BIG was hardly a finished product. Jay-Z and NaS are in their late thirties and early forties respectively while Pac and BIG are remembered on murals and RIP t-shirts.
From the moment I heard NaS’ flow on Main Source’s “Live at the BBQ” joint I’ve been an unabashed (minus Nastradamus) fan and supporter. The Illmatic release date was April 19, 1994. Now, I can’t call it. But I do know after I ripped that wrapper off the cassette tape (yes, I said cassette tape) it was played in every Sony Walkman or cassette deck I could bogart. The ability to simply stay alive has granted Jay and NaS the opportunity to mature in reality and perception. My life path has provided the same opportunities for lane merges and roadway transitions. From roof top blunt smoker into a church leader and back again. But this time I have slightly more than a pot to piss in and a family in my caravan to the promise land.
We’re in the double video bonus round today so we’ll focus on NaS’ career growth from crowned prince of the projects to the rebel voice of a generation. As you watch the second video “Ya’ll My Niggaz” visualize my words on page to be the kid with the headphones on in full jam mode. Like him my message is destined to ring in the streets.
M
Jun 14, 2010
I am Legend ... Almost
What’s good family?
But now I see a clear path and know exactly what is needed for the project to polish. In my last post I sounded a bit desperate for the attention of a lovely agent. Now, I still want some attention but I’m ready to take it slow. Maybe some sample chapters as a first date to see if we like each other. Before a more serious move like an introduction to family members, the truth is I need a bit more time to shape this book. So the twenty or so query letters that are in the cyber universe will have to suffice.
Any good strip tease pulls a little back so here is where I put some clothes back on …
I will be away on Jus’ fifth grade camping trip until Tuesday so I hope to post again after I survive being the male chaperone. I will however be throwing up some pics and stuff via Twitter (http://twitter.com/MarcusSmalls) please follow … as long as my celly isn’t cut before I get back and pay my bill. The life of a broke writer on his way to a wealthy Author …
It’s the Smalls baby/who you think it’s suppose to be …
I pray you’re all well. And I’m glad you’re back for another visit into my smoke filled thoughts.
I’ve edited about half of the book on hard copy so far and like what I’m working with. It wasn’t like that at first. After we printed the first draft, it (the manuscript) simply sat on the glass table in my bedroom for maybe three days. I’m sure you all have the same type of table in your room … the-everything-table. Mine holds old ticket stubs, prints outs from work, coupon clippings and of course clothes. I couldn’t bring myself to read it. I wanted to enjoy the moment because once I started the edit process the paper would bleed.
But now I see a clear path and know exactly what is needed for the project to polish. In my last post I sounded a bit desperate for the attention of a lovely agent. Now, I still want some attention but I’m ready to take it slow. Maybe some sample chapters as a first date to see if we like each other. Before a more serious move like an introduction to family members, the truth is I need a bit more time to shape this book. So the twenty or so query letters that are in the cyber universe will have to suffice.
Actually DSC wasn’t the first vehicle I started with. My first idea was named the God of Grace and pulled from my time in seminary. But then I realized no one wanted to read that shit, I mean I didn’t even finish Seminary. I dropped out four classes short of my Masters but that wasn’t the right path for me. To be a little more transparent I was a youth pastor at one point in a prior life … I’ll give you some time for that to settle in. As a PK (Pastor’s kid/Preacher’s kid/aka Ministry kid) I figured I could run for only so long before I had to give into the family business. When I received my credentials I became the sixth or seventh generation in my family to throw on the minister’s collar. It’s a good thing that idea went away though because I would’ve had creditability issues on that one. I probably would’ve quoted Marcus 4:20 too many times …
The next idea was a graphic novel, which is still on the idea board with three chapters written. But Science fiction wouldn’t have been a good first book for me, mainly because a fictionalized version of my life is way easier to write. And with that The Divine Sinner Chronicles was born. If you’ve spent time talking with me you know I preach the message telling your story and chasing your dreams. This book is the collaboration of both.
Any good strip tease pulls a little back so here is where I put some clothes back on …
I will be away on Jus’ fifth grade camping trip until Tuesday so I hope to post again after I survive being the male chaperone. I will however be throwing up some pics and stuff via Twitter (http://twitter.com/MarcusSmalls) please follow … as long as my celly isn’t cut before I get back and pay my bill. The life of a broke writer on his way to a wealthy Author …
Tonight’s a daily double. I was listing to Ready to Die while editing tonight and Big Poppa is simply one of the tightest songs ever. You can actually pick any BIG verse and dissect it for dopeness but we’ll do with this one tonight because I love the video. And the other is my dudes Black Moon with How Many MC's.
It’s the Smalls baby/who you think it’s suppose to be …
Jun 9, 2010
And if you don't know, now you know ...
What’s good family?
In my last post I said I would try to post daily. I ask for your forgiveness and also ask that we don’t dwell on my broken promises. How about I promise to be consistent that’s a more attainable goal to hold myself to.
I have however been hard at work editing the first draft of the manuscript. The stages of writing a book seem never ending but I learn important things about myself at every stop. Like when I started I thought I could circumvent the process by writing my query, synopsis and proposal first. Then I learned that fiction doesn’t need a proposal. Taking a shortcut sent me the long route. And I’m not sure I feel any stronger about the query or synopsis because everything is done in such a vacuum. The only feedback I’ve received so far from the world of literary agents is silence, which compounds my financial desperation. The literary world feels somewhat elitists and I based that on a few factors. 1) I think I’ve found ONE person of color so far in the land of agents. 2) It’s 2010 and some of the larger agencies still ask you to submit via hard copy with a SASE (self-addressed stamped envelope) to send your shit back with if they don’t like it. I don’t know about you but I can’t afford to send some company stamp money when I can use the Internet just the same. Feels like they want to help me self-select. And 3) I can't wrap my head around the idea that I need to spend money I don’t have right now to go to any number of conferences to hear them (agents) speak about the industry while starving writers (me) hang on their every word in hopes of an invitation to submit.
Meanwhile I just want to get into the jam cuz damn I know I’ll slam.
So with my cloud of witnesses and the weight of the dreams of my family on my shoulders I persist. In the immortal words of Puff I can’t stop, I won’t stop.
In honor of calling those things that are not as if they were I’ll leave you with B.I.G.’s Juicy. The street manifesto for the brother on the come up. In this video they were clearly showing us the lifestyle they wanted to live before they really had it. Dreams. Never let them go and never let THEM convince you to do so.
Spread love that’s the Brooklyn way …
M
In my last post I said I would try to post daily. I ask for your forgiveness and also ask that we don’t dwell on my broken promises. How about I promise to be consistent that’s a more attainable goal to hold myself to.
I have however been hard at work editing the first draft of the manuscript. The stages of writing a book seem never ending but I learn important things about myself at every stop. Like when I started I thought I could circumvent the process by writing my query, synopsis and proposal first. Then I learned that fiction doesn’t need a proposal. Taking a shortcut sent me the long route. And I’m not sure I feel any stronger about the query or synopsis because everything is done in such a vacuum. The only feedback I’ve received so far from the world of literary agents is silence, which compounds my financial desperation. The literary world feels somewhat elitists and I based that on a few factors. 1) I think I’ve found ONE person of color so far in the land of agents. 2) It’s 2010 and some of the larger agencies still ask you to submit via hard copy with a SASE (self-addressed stamped envelope) to send your shit back with if they don’t like it. I don’t know about you but I can’t afford to send some company stamp money when I can use the Internet just the same. Feels like they want to help me self-select. And 3) I can't wrap my head around the idea that I need to spend money I don’t have right now to go to any number of conferences to hear them (agents) speak about the industry while starving writers (me) hang on their every word in hopes of an invitation to submit.
Meanwhile I just want to get into the jam cuz damn I know I’ll slam.
So with my cloud of witnesses and the weight of the dreams of my family on my shoulders I persist. In the immortal words of Puff I can’t stop, I won’t stop.
In honor of calling those things that are not as if they were I’ll leave you with B.I.G.’s Juicy. The street manifesto for the brother on the come up. In this video they were clearly showing us the lifestyle they wanted to live before they really had it. Dreams. Never let them go and never let THEM convince you to do so.
Spread love that’s the Brooklyn way …
M
Sep 26, 2008
Ready to die is why I act this way ...
This is HOT!!!!
I must admit this is old but I'm sure there is some Biggie fan out there (just like me)that hasn't found it yet ... so this joint gives us the uncleared versions of some of the illest joints & other portions with unheard lyrics from Ready To Die.
This is just so f**king dope!!!!
B.I.G Forever!!!!
M
http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/mixtape/id.507/title.dj-semi-the-notorious-b-i-g-ready-to-die-the-o-g-edition
I must admit this is old but I'm sure there is some Biggie fan out there (just like me)that hasn't found it yet ... so this joint gives us the uncleared versions of some of the illest joints & other portions with unheard lyrics from Ready To Die.
This is just so f**king dope!!!!
B.I.G Forever!!!!
M
http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/mixtape/id.507/title.dj-semi-the-notorious-b-i-g-ready-to-die-the-o-g-edition
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