BTW, Broken Pen album entirely produced by me is coming Late 09. Its way ahead of its time. How do I know? We finished that shit last year around this time.
I wasn't fucking around last year and I'm not fucking around this year.
I wanted to post this as a vlog but it looks like I'm not gonna have time to do that.
Shit is getting realer and realer everday. I'm not just talking about the workplace, but life as a whole. The more I think about whats going on and certain situations in my life the more I begin to see where I'm fucking up at and what I need to start doing.
So I'm taking a while off from posting and actually using the internet to focus on more important things. I'm not sure if I'm slipping in school or not, but I'm not about to flunk this semester which is extremely important for how my life will possibly run for the rest of my collegic career.
As of today I have $457 to my name. I gotta start paying off some of my credit card bills so they can leave me the hell alone. Again, I'm not sure if I'm slipping in school but I got to get on the ball far as my studies go May is like 8 more weeks. I'd still like to go to Phoenix, but thats looking unlikely right now. I'd like to continue building my studio but thats looking unlikely as of now too.
I also got to find another job because I think my company is slowly going out of business as they are 5 million dollars in debt. I don't want to be assed out which would sucked because I just moved and at the end of the day I still got shit I got to pay for. Thank god I bought all of my furniture ahead of time!
So after I get all of this shit situated which hopefully will be in a couple of weeks (nothing too long), I'll have the ability to start posting more frequently. I may hit ya'll with Random Thoughts every now and then but again no major post until I come back.
I'm hoping to have a song or two record by the time I come back or at least a rough draft of something. So far "Inspired By Pain" is 30% complete. I'm still writing and tweaking some stuff. For the most part I only got 4 actually written (Everybody Hates A Winner, Spun Around, Jazz Before Bedtime, and Say Never).
Well I'm off to finish up this paper, do this presentation, and look for another job.
I was talking to an older guy at work the other day and he basically told me that shit you want in life is like a book. You gotta read that book while you got it in your hand or you'll possibly never read it.
I try to just keep this blog about music primarily. But sometimes, like this time, I can't lol.
I'll try to keep it short and sweet though.
Now, I have a supervisor at work, right. Me and him have no known problems with each other. What I mean by known problems is its not evident that we don't like each other, we just don't talk anymore.
He had an issue or two with a couple of my fellow employees before I came there. They would tell me "yo, he's a snake." and I'd shake it off like, "he hasn't done anything to me yet".
Until I noticed that he would do little shit when i would be engaging in a conversation with one of the employees he had a problem with. He'd always come out of nowhere and find a way to get me away from them.
He even went as far as to trying to segregate everyone so no one could talk at all.
So when I approached dude about it he said, "Thats just the way you took it, I didn't mean it that way.".
Then one day we had a meeting the topic was talking during work. He dropped my name and another employers name stating that we just hold long ass conversations and don't do anywork.
WTF!?
Now, for those of you that don't know, I work inside of a warehouse doing stock. We have a sheet that comes out everyday @ 6:45am that shows how many items everyone stocked on the previous workday. Guess who has the highest amount everyday.... You guess right, me!
That was the first strike on his part
Then another day, I was working in the big area with the heavy shit and one of the guys who work with the cables walked up to me and basically said he liked my work ethic. My supervisor was around at the time and he was trying to tell my supervisor that they could use me downstairs. I told him, "Nah, I'll stay up here". Dude was like "but yo, we'll give you a lil more money down there. You a good worker". And my supervisor chimes in with, "Yeah he's a good worker but been slipping lately, wrong crowd". So immediately after dude from the cable section left, I told him. I'm a grown man, I don't do crowds anymore. Also, that if he had a personal issue we could talk it out instead of lil slick talk back and forth.
That was strike two
So yesterday, I left early to get my cable and internet turned on. Before I left, my other supervisor, asked if I took a lunch. I told him no and he replied, "good". I came to work today only to find out, that the other supervisor told him he was gonna write me up if I took a lunch. But he wasn't gonna tell me! I was just gonna be walking around with a write up that I didn't know about.
Fucking Strike Three
Now people that know me know, I'm a peaceful dude at heart. If I can stop a conflict, I usually do but I'm now starting to think he has a personal issue with me. I broke it down and now I know why.
1.)I'm Sexier Than He Is- He has been at that company for like 5 years and I've been there 5 months, every woman that he's ever tried to get with, has tried to get with me. Plus, my waves stay spinning and now that I let my hair curl up, I can't keep the cougars off me.
2.)People Like Me For Me- This is obvious because when we were cool, I was the only person on the team that thought he was a cool dude. From what I hear at work out of 8 people at work 6 of them think I'm a cool dude and don't mind working with me.
3.)I'm Educated- He has his GED and planned on going to college to be a chef. But his vocab sucks. This motherfucker told one of his superiors that an employee was being "miscellaneous". Explain to me how can a person be miscellaneous. Don't worry, I look forward to seeing it in the comments section.
4.)I Have A Girl- He just got out of his 9 year relationship with his girl. Everytime I talk about mine he just goes "she might be sneaky". Haterade maybe?
5.)I Live With My Girl- He just can't fathom that. See what living with other men all your life will do to you.
6.)I Keep Turning Down Promotions- He doesn't like that I'm getting promoted but gets pissed when i turn them down. I'm sorry but I'm not doing cables cause it requires you to be outside for 5 hours. Besides if I go to cables, who will you hate on?
7.)Thats Just A Job To Me- Its his life, his career. Face it, nigga, you stuck there like a motherfucker. Me I'll probably be doing something more clerical orientated in the summer.
8.)Thats Just A Job To Me Pt.2- He knows whether its gonna be music or college, I'm gonna be successful and he's still gonna be him.
9.) I'm Young With Accomplishments- No one hates more than old men when they hear about young guys doing their thing. Sorry, but I know cash rules and I'm out to get mine. You gotta read the book while its on your mine or you'll forget. Figure it out.
10.) He's just a fucking hater
I know that this was a longer than usual post (took 20 minutes to write it) but I really had to get that off my chest. If I say something to him, I'll be in human resources (apparently he didn't like hearing I said he acts like a bitch). I guess he doesn't realize everyone hates a winner but no one loves a loser. I would wish pain on him but his life is already painful, he's already living in his own hell. Everytime I see him, I'm gonna just think to myself no one loves a loser. Besides he inspired a great verse for a song called "Everyone Hates A Winner". You can check the beat on my myspace page.
-Still no internet -I'm at my parents house again -I just did my fafsa -I barely made the deadline -If I didn't get my grant -You won't be seeing me nexxt semester -I'm looking for an excuse to take a year off lol -Let me chill -So they cut hours at work -I was already taking an 8 hour cut -Voluntarily -Now its a 10.5 hour cut -Fuck that -So I started looking for a new job -But they won't let me take my certifications with me -The equipment ones -Like the forklift, power jack, and etc -I got a couple of them -But I can't take em with me :( -Ain't that a bitch? -Meanwhile back at the ranch -I still need shit for the apt -Like a toaster -With a bagel option in that shit -You like bagels? -I haven't had a bagel in a while -I eat breakfast on my way to work -Which is at 4:15am-5:30am -Usually it consists of pop tarts -Capri Sun -And a couple of nutragrain bars -I miss my cereal though -Peace to Captain Crunch -Speaking of cereal -I just came over here and ate all of theirs -I don't think they liked that -My lil sister was mad as shit -Thats on her though -Cause I'll go home and eat my cereal tonight -I hate 106 and Park -No jokes after that shit -I'm through -They fucked up my mood - :( -*turns tv off*
-So this no internet shit -Not cool at all -I get more time to make beats now -Speaking of music -The Black Sunn and 810 got a feature on 2dopeboyz -Thats kind of a big deal -Why? -Cause I am now certain that there is a way for us Baltimore artist to get looked at -Shameless Plug: "Inspired By Pain" coming in December -But in all seriousness -I'm glad they got that shit -They deserve it -I'm next -No, dead ass -Watch -I remember when I met The Black Sunn -We talked on some music shit -One thing he said stuck to me -"I write something everyday, gotta keep your sword sharp" -Since then -I've been writing everyday -And making beats everyday -I'm scared the Kanye comparisions are gonna come flying out -Well we'll see -So that new Joe Budden album -Was kind of a a disappointment -But I still fuck with Joe -Dear Joe, holler at me if you need some heat! -I really fucking love my axiom keyboard -I touch it every day -I'm planning on doing cribs -Taking pictures -and revamping my myspace -Next week -Anyone see my myspace lately? -www.myspace.com/millionaireradio -What you think? -You like the quotes? -Or should I get a regular layout like everyone else? -Tell me what you feel, reveal your thoughts/ No games, I only play on fields made of force/ -I wrote those lines awhile ago, just wanted to type it -Well off to look at some jobs
-So the move was nice -My apt is more space than I fucking need -Its furnished too -Yeah, I paid for that furniture a month ago -That tv was heavy as hell -It took 3 of us to lift that bitch -My friend is homeless -And that nigga has a cell phone -With unlimited minutes and texts -I can't make shit like that up -E-Rich says with friends like me who needs enemies -Obviously he does -Just fucking around -Hes gonna be a cool dad -Speaking of dads -I saw mine and he's all like I'm proud of you -I said thanks and took my keyboard -I love my axiom -I sold my Boss -Don't kill me $port -If you saw the size of my "studio room" -You'd be like I understand -Cause I was about to run a mean ass hardware setup -I blogged about it and everything -I already wrote something for "Inspired By Pain" -Its called "Say Never" -I like it, like alot -I wrote to "Jazz Before Bedtime" too -When i record them, I'll post them -Or twitter them -Well off to finish my resume -Maybe I'll do another one of these soon -Cause I won't have internet for a week -Damn you Comcast!!!!
I wanted to put this as song of the moment on the blog but its not on Imeem.com yet. I have no clue why I fuck with this song so much. I guess because of the deep meaning behind it. I really felt the need to share it though. Its like one of them things you listen to and must talk to someone about it. Its off of Padded Room. Feb. 24th people, don't play. Support Independent Hip Hop.
I typed up a blog the other day. That was just basically expressing my feelings about not wanting to continue my collegic education. it wasn't like I woke up and was like "fuck school". I felt like that after my last year.
Then it hit me.....
Switch majors, dumbass!
I still was kinda skeptical about my decision until I went to a "Major Decisions" meeting earlier today. We had a counsler talk to us in a group and she basically asked us to pick categories that we see ourselves in. I chose Artistic, Enterprising, and Investigative. When we got to talking about our choices, she says to me, "Why are you in I.T.?" and I could only respond with, "I dunno, I was thinking about going back to entrepreneurship".
Shes like the fifth person to tell me that this year. I was talking to my friend the other night and he goes, "I'm surprised your ass didn't go to school for music".
I had a talk with another friend yesterday and it made me realize something. Students are going for security rather than really pursuing their interests. My main thing was, "I want to make a lot of money", "I'll always have a job doing something with computers", and my favorite "Its easy". While all of thee above is true. I don't feel like I was made to do that. So I'm going back to my first plan which is to start a production company, which I was doing this year anyway.
They also made me realize, I need to get on my shit again. Like deadlines and all that other shit, I need to get back on point. I've been slacking and I can tell.
So my plans right now is to type up a "To Do" list and post it on this blog to remind myself of shit I need to do. I'm gonna make one for the month and hopefully, I can report back that I actually did everything on the list.--
I was looking at my homie N.I.K.E.'s blog and noticed this video from the beat battle. As I was watching I noticed, thats me!? I didn't remember talking at all. Apparently, I got a lil promo going after watching that lame ass rap battle. If you don't want to see the sucker emcees battle it out and just want to see my 5 second promo just click at the 9:20 mark Millionaire Radio
I was on Twitter the other night and the idea struck me. Make a Vday beat tape. Funny thing is that was like 2 days ago. With my schedule, I don’t really have time to go in and make joints like I used to. Boy, do I miss that.
So I went and compiled all of my joints that I felt were Vday material and made a play list. Then I cut a few down.
Most of these beats are from 2008. Actually only 2 or 3 are recent. So, do download it. Listen to it on Vday and keep listening to it afterwards.
Oh shit before I forget. I’m not making another beat until I’m in my new apartment, so enjoy this shit :)
-So today is my B-Day -And Im @ school til 10pm -I know, right? -So I cant really do shit -In Human Sexuality right now -Not what I expected -She just asked our favorite soup -What about favorite position? -I mean it is a sex class -I should get a tattoo -Not sure what I want yet -I just spoke -And this chick had an orgasm -Every class it happens -I dunno why -So hopefully this MPC works out -I might sell my Boss -Im pretty much going for a hardware setup -My facial hair is itching -I'm gonna grow a whole beard -Sideburns, goatee, beard -And mustache -Chill -I dont wanna look like Jim Jones -All rough and shit -I'll be neat with mine -I promise -Shit I should have cut my hair -Maybe tommorrow -Nah, friday -V-Day plans anyone? -No? -One guy at work -Was like -I dont trick on these hoes -And Im like its your girl -And hes like fuck that -Mongolian Cluster? -4 people fucking like in a daisy chain -Thats what some girl read in class -Now its getting crazy -Not sure if Imma get 100 chars
Last year, I took a course called English 200. In that class we did a lot of work towards satire. But, we also looked at the Holocaust. I'm pretty sure everyone reading this blog knows about the Holocaust. This is one poem I wrote for that class about the Holocaust and didnt think it was any good until I was going through some old writtens. Its coming from the perspective of the door of the Jewish family's home that are attempting to escape the Holocaust live in.
I was made from wood and metal, I reside in the ghetto With a family, brinking insanity, in a home with two levels Picture this dream, happy Jews under Hitler's regime? With the walls, I saw more than the kitchen picking up steam Apparently, Jews, handicaps, and gays are useless You a fool, you'll die too if you believe in Confucius Germany ain't having you live happily, they for nationality And my home obviously ain't it, they shown it graphically They come and post signs, never mind, I can't take them off But my owner did, they kicked me in and it was not soft Two officers stepped on me in their pursuit of the convict Of whom taking down the signs being Jewish is a conflict If only my hinges were tighter and I had a better lock When they kicked me I would have ticked and maybe they'd stop Long enough for my owners to pull an Ann Frank and hide out But frankly they did the side window they had climbed out The officer is pissed now, he's on the porch with a torch He spit on my and stood on me as he gathered his thoughts He ordered his men to come out saying if the roaches don't He'll burn this house down.... After his men walked out he threw the torch on my eye I just saw the flames and remember the pain inside
I took today off cause shit, I needed a day off to just not do shit. But I got bored and started recording a beat vid. A friend called and told me he was coming over so I thought it was a good idea for him to record the other portion lol
Right now I should be going to get my keys for my new apartment. I found out I'll be in that bitch alone Friday. Like completely alone because ain't shit gonna be in there. Anyway, this is some shit that I want and hopefully I'll get one of these items. Birthday is next Monday, if one of you buy me one of these things, I'll do something outrageous.
Thats the good ol MPC 2000. Now, I'd take a 2000xl over this or, or, a fucking MPC 3000 if possible. But, I can't afford that right now. Don't get me wrong I love my Boss Sp 505 (Yeah, its working. Come to find out I plugged it up in the socket connected to the light switch that I never use... Laugh later) but I really love those pads on the MPC. It wouldn't hurt to say that I also got a Louis Vuitton design for the cover it.
Thats what is called an ASR 10. I know that machine is old as fuck. In a day of played out Tritons, Motifs, and Fantoms, why the fuck would I want an ASR 10? Inspiration. The majority of the greats that I look up have used that machine at one point in their career. I probably wouldn't use it to sample but as a midi controller. But, again, inspiration is really important to me. I bought my first drum machine based off of inspiration. I'm still a kid at heart.
Now that is a microKorg. I've been trying to buy that shit for about a 1 1/2 years. Cash kinda low. Now that I got a better job and I save a lil bit better, I should have that shit by the end of the summer. But I'll probably use that for basslines.
-Man last couple weeks been crazy -Beat battle was cool -I finally learned how to use a camera -I love that Black Milk "Try" joint -Tronic is a banger forreal forreal -Yo, I seen a dude in his boxers -No homo -Walking in the snow -I really had to share thay -Im a twitter whore son -Fuck facebook -Fuck myspace -Speaking of myspace -The chicks are starting to use anything as a profile pic -One chick was bent over with her friend -You know, pr0n style -Guess what the caption was -This is how we like it -Lil Daddy -Lmao -I wish I was lying about that -She was every bit of 17 -I dont do jail bait -Speaking of jail bait -I'll be 20 on 2/9/2009 -So get me something nice please -Like a tee shirt -Some equipment -A new desk -A ticket to your city so you can make me a cake -A german chocolate cake -One of you can cook, right? -I've been trying to gain weight for 2 months -Only to lose 7 pounds -Maybe I should layoff the push ups -(looks at chest) -Fuck that -I need to hit the gym -Protein Shake?
Basically a video of me and my friend chilling at my apartment. First the idea was to get him real hyped off of an energy drink and then get him drunk. After he downed (literally, he killed that bottle) the energy drink I gave him. We had a long as converstation about the most randomish shit. My favorite quote from him would be, "Get your nose up out the pussy. The nigga was down there like this *sniffs*".
So I went to that beat battle, I was blogging about for like a month I think….
Anywho, I learned a lot and thus I got a story to tell (cc. Biggie).
So, first off I’ll side track real quick and tell a side story. Yes, this will be a long ass read but I got you tube footage so it’ll be worth is.
Anyway, as for my side story. Man, I was supposed to meet E-Rich at the light rail stop at 8 because my phone is broken. At that point, I could send out texts but I couldn’t keep my phone on for long because the motherfucker keeps dying (I ordered me another one today!). So at like 7:50, I text this nigga like “where you at?” and he goes, “the mc donalds up the street by the light rail”. I walk up there and that sonofabitch was not in there! So, its 2 other mc donalds within walking distance of the light rail. I went to all 3 of them shits. He was in none of them.
I went to Sonar and look was there, motherfucking E-RICH.
Just wanted to type that up real quick lol.
As for the battle…..
I got to the club probably like 20 minutes in the joint, I heard my name on the loudspeaker for the first time. “Is Malcolm Maximillion in the building”. I felt important lol. I went backstage met up with the guy who coordinates Speakerboxing and talked to Shaka Pitts aka Spitts McMahon for a minute. The battle was supposed to start at 9:30, but due to them looking for motherfuckers it started at 10 (artist please be on time). They gave away a slot because someone didn’t show up too.
The battle was tournament style. 16 producers. First round in it was gonna be 8 battles. Whoever Shaka picked out the jar first was going first and the person he picked after that was going second. They had 4 judges and the only one I can remember is my nigga, Labtekwon, the king of independent rap in Baltimore. A lot of people pop shit about other independent rappers in Baltimore but Labtekwon is one of the ones who pioneered this shit. He is also one of the ones that just raps and doesn’t actually hold a 9 to 5. If they had a split decision they’d go to the crowd. If it sounded alike in the crowded, you’d get to play an extra beat and start all over again.
I stood in front of the stage with E-Rich, T-Jay, and N.I.K.E. for the first round. I noticed a lot of dickriding going on though. I’m not gonna say it was from the judges, I’m just gonna say that a lot of people that should have gotten further didn’t because of dickriders. But what event doesn’t have dickriders?
Quick intermission. The motherfucker that took the open slot got on stage and played some wack ass Biggie remix he made. At first niggas thought it was a scratch until Big kept spitting. Shaka commanded the DJ to turn that shit the fuck off and we boo’d the shit out of that dude.
Back to the story.
It felt like I’d never get called to go up and play my shit. Then Shaka Pitts says “I don’t make this shit up. This nigga name is Malcolm Maximillion”. I said peace to E-Rich and jumped on stage. Handed the dude my beat cd and told him play #3. I was going against some dude named Text, as in message motherfucker (word to Shaka lol). I was called first, so I had to go first.
The name of the beat I played is called “Down” (click the name of the beat if you want to hear it), its actually the remix to Nas’ “Shootouts”, so be on the lookout for that. Only other people to hear that shit prior that night was Dom and GQ of Mizfitz Soundz. As I played that shit, I just did what I do when I’m making shit and I’m alone. Bob and throw my motherfucking hands around uncontrollably. Certain sections in the crowd went nuts (only the sections with the dickriders didn’t go nuts cause you know, they were dick riding).
Text played his shit and it was actually a really good beat. I honestly feel like I took that though. My fucking introduction to the beat down to the drum pattern was just overall better than dudes. But the judges gave a split decision. So it went to the crowd. I got over though. For a minute I thought I was gonna have to go another round so I looked at my MP3 player to see what beat to play next. But surprisingly I won.
Next round came about and I was in battle 4 which was the last battle for that round against Woc Beats (spellcheck?). This time, he had to go first.
His first beat was pretty cool. Nice drums on it. But it wasn’t a lot of changeups and what nots. So after hearing that shit, I thought to myself, “Fuck it play Adrenaline” (click the beat to hear it). I told the DJ to play track one. Now a lot of ya’ll might of seen or heard parts of Adrenaline due to the epic you tube video, “Arguments”. I went back and added some drum break downs to it so I could properly mix the damn song.
Now here is where dickriders coming into place. His beat was no where near fucking with mine and you can hear one of his dickriders yelling, “ONE!!!” while my shit is playing. But after that tom roll break down I knew I had that shit. That shit was undeniable or at least to me it was.
Anyway, Woc went again and played his beat. No changeups again. I honestly like his first beat better. So I said “Fuck it, play “God Stepson Pt. 2”” (click the name of the beat to hear it). Man I played that shit and the middle section (again the section without the dickriders) went fucking nuts.
So here we are again at the judging table. The same shit that happened in the first round happened in this one. MOTHERFUCKING SPLIT DECISION.
I thought to myself, “Shit, I’m about to get robbed” and as sure as shit smells those dickriders didn’t not let Woc down (no offense to the dude). I was booted out of the comp coming in at 5th.
I left the stage and everyone backstage was like “Yo, you got robbed”. I went to go meet up with E-Rich and all the people in the middle was just walking up to me saying “That’s fucked up, you won that one”. This one lady was like “I was rooting for you” and I gave her a hug cause a nigga needed one lol.
So I dip out of that place and head outside only to hear.
“YO, SOMEBODY GET THAT NIGGA’S INFORMATION!!!!!”. I looked over and was like “Me?” and dude is like “Yeah, you”. So we talked for a minute and first thing he says is “Not to say you got robbed but yo, you already know”. Anyway he’s a rapper and he wouldn’t stop telling me how he could put my shit out there and get me money. He took off his shades, his hat, and had one of his goons take my number down in his I-Phone, just to tell me he’d give me gwap if I needed it. Fuck yeah I need gwap, they don’t call me millionaire for no reason nigga!
Fuck all that, I wanted to hear dude spit so like the person I am, I pulled out the camera and got a lil cypher going. I went first and then let dude go. I fucked up at the end of mine cause I ran out of breathe and I hardly remembered that verse. He was kinda drunk so he basically did 8 bars and was like “yeah” and the T-Jay turned off the camera.
First thing N.I.K.E. said was “Yo, you Kanye Westing niggas now!?” lol.
After that I went to moms house and fucking slept. I didn’t get over there until 2:30am. Woke up like 9am and left to go back to my apartment. I got home probably like 12:30 and took a nap around 3 and woke up at 6.
That’s pretty much how the beat battle went in a nutshell though. Now I know how Yung Berg feels.
I know, I’ve been MIA the last week or so. Work, beats, sleep, more beats, and work has pretty much been my schedule. That beat battle is today so I wanna be ready. Right now, I’m mixing all these beats. Your suppose to have 10 beats, I have 15. Well, I like to have a variety.
It should be a fun little event though, I plan on recording it. Now ya’ll will see the infamous producer dances. I’m not sure if I’ll bust one, depends on the crowd. I’m looking forward to it though.
I’ve been getting mad love on the music tip lately. I like it
Speaking of music, I’m working on this new remix tape called “I Am Stillmatic’s Lost Godson”. If you suck at guessing or you don’t know Nas’ past work, its basically a collage of a couple of album titles. If you still don’t get it, I am using accapellas from “I Am”, “Stillmatic”, “The Lost Tapes”, and “God Son”. I’m using two from “It Was Written” also.
That’s coming along great. I put up the intro for download on twitter. So far people are feeling it. Shit, I’m feeling it.
Oh yeah before I forget. I’m only using break beats on this remix joint. Ya’ll are gonna shit in your pants when ya’ll hear some of these breaks. I combined a couple and all that. Just in case you were wondering, all of the breaks are looped on this particular remix album. Why? Cause I want to do something different and still hot.
You gotta admit, Esco goes in on breaks. So why not give people an album’s worth of it?
I’m going to go put the deposit down on my new apartment today too. So when I say expect to hear a lot more music this summer coming from me. A lot is an understatement. I’m not gonna Lil Wayne ya’ll and just don’t give you a chance to breathe. I’mma wean ya’ll in.
None of ya’ll probably know I can rap and have beeen rapping since I was 9. Its part of the reason I make beats…. I’m not gonna say anything else but “I Should Have Been A Rapper Vol 1” coming in August and “Inspired By Pain” coming in December.
Well, I’m off to finish mixing this beat and adding some tom rolls in it. I’ll holla
-Malcolm Maximillion
ps: That pic is old as shit. Phone is fucked up so I couldn't take one now :(
So a while back, I started this entry but never posted it until today. I looked at my homegirl, Daneille blog and saw her entry called "Seriously Though". I found it funny because I actually wrote this awhile back and was hoping she'd get a kick out of it. I thought'd it be better Tubesteak style so I was planning to record this on camera (I didn't have one at the time of writing this). But now that I have one, at her request, I might do it.
Anyways here is Rough Draft: Malcolm vs Danielle
(camera rolls up with a cheap fade in of me writing on the wall by my computer) Yeah you know what time it is. So we dissing blogs now? I got you Danielle! Word. Put that on everything, son. (types some shit in Microsoft Word) Man, my nigga, E-Rich, that nigga know how I do. I finds a motherfuckers IP address. Yeah, motherfucking IP address. It ain't safe no more for you bloggers. (brings up "D-Diaries Blog") (Random guy in background "Yo, thats a girl my nigga. How you gonna beef with a girl") I don't care if she a girl, nigga! I'm riding out on her heavy. You know what the fuck it is and who the fuck it is. Show my name at the bottom of the screen, nigga. Millionaire. I'm heavy on my blogging shit. These other bloggers don't even know. Especially you, Danielle. And you should know better. Stopping by my blog leaving nice comments and shit. (Looks at her blogger profile) You from NY? I'm from anywhere and I bes everywhere on this here world wide web. Don't let me catch you up on myspace! I'll be all over your shit commenting like a motherfucker. Or on Facebook. Yeah, not facebook. I'll reply to your status'. Don't start nothing.
I haven’t really posted recently. Sorry, I’ve been busy. Busy sleeping (my bed is the devil) and preparing for this beat battle. Probably for the next week, I’ll be hardcore 3-11pm making beats. I just finished going some drums and I still got some more to go through.
Shit is nuts.
Well, I did my school schedule early in the semester so I’d be ready when school started. And they wound up canceling 2 of my classes, so I had to go back and pick different classes, twice. The last time was the worst time. This time it was take a class that’ll keep me in school til 10pm or become a part time student. You know what I did, pick that 10pm class.
I still gotta get that degree.
But man, I’m still working full time at my job, so this shit is gonna be tough. Danielle @ The D-Diaries knows how early I get up for work. I'm woke at 4:30am every morning (with the exceptions of weekends). Its gonna be a rough 10 weeks but I’ll manage.
Oh yeah, I’m moving, soon, like 2/3 weeks soon. Blog of what I want in my new apartment coming soon.
As Always, Malcolm Maximillion
Shit before I forget, peep this video of E-Rich, DeMar, and I arguing while recording. Yes, we always act that while recording. If you can’t tell, I’m the deep voiced dude with the black shirt.
-Shorty made steak last night -Guess what a nigga just ate for lunch -This is my shit -*Raps Joe Budden's "Dumbout"* -Yeah but I ate steak for lunch -I wish I had a soda -A coke or Dr. Pepper -Shit, I'll take anthing carbonated -Joe Budden should be bigger than he is -I mean rap wise -No no homos anymore -Part of the resolution -Unless I sing Pop Champagne -Did you see the video -Im jumping out the window -Fuck Ron Browz -Yeah, I've been getting wavy -I finally got that blue magic -Not crack -The hair grease -You was thinking it though -American Gangster is kinda old now -Do a movie on G. Carver -I'd watch it -Im broke as fuck -So if I steal something and sell it -Did I just make "Crackhead Money"? -*Sings "Arab Money"* -Man, Busta is getting old -Man, Busta is getting fat -Nore still looks fat -Is it me or G Unit mixtapes are always better than their albums? -No albums in 09 -Mixtapes only -Im lying -Give me a dollar -Fuck that, give me 10 -I'll give it back next friday -No? -Fuck you
I remember seeing shit like this when I went back for the summer back in my childhood. I'll tell the story of how I got chased by Jamaicans one summer later though lol.
So, as I previously reported I went to New Jersey on New Years. I’ve been twittering about it for a minute but I really felt the need to blog about it.
Now, my girlfriend and I got all nice and spunky (well I did she got dressed at the party) to attend my aunt’s party in Jersey. Did everything go as planned? FUCK NO!
Man, we got to the Greyhound Station about 3 minutes late for our bus. I ordered the tickets online so I had to go at the desk and pick them up. The woman behind the counter states the obvious and tells me that its leaving now. Then she tells me if I would like to go to New Jersey, I’d have to take the bus to Delaware and go from there. Like a dumbass, I did.
We got to Delaware about 2:15 after leaving from Baltimore, Md at 12:30. Delaware appeared to be a nice stop, at first. They have very clean streets and their buses run very often. But the people in Delaware are stupid as fuck! So, the buses line come outside of the Delaware Greyhound stop. Everytime I saw a New York one, I’d walk up to the driver and ask him if he was stopping in Newark, NJ. They all told me no.
Mind you, there was supposed to be 3 buses leaving for Newark that day from Delaware. A 3:30pm, 4:50pm, and a 7:30pm. So around 5, I walked up to the counter and tried to explain to the lady what was happening and the conversation went like this…..
Lady: Can I help you? Me: When is the next bus leaving for Newark, NJ. *Lady looks at the computer screen* Lady: One just left Me: No, it didn’t. The driver said he wasn’t stopping in Newark, NJ. Lady: He is stopping in Newark. Me: He just told me he wasn’t Lady: Well give me your ticket *I hand her my ticket* Lady: You were supposed to get on in Baltimore. Me: They told me get the Newark bus from here. Lady: Where is the lady with you? Me: She’s sitting down. Does she really need to be up here? Lady: No, but why are you bringing this to my attention now? Me: Cause I’ve been here for 2 hours, I’m sick of waiting. Lady: Well, they canceled the 7:30pm bus can you wait til 4:35? Me: In the morning? Lady: Yes Me: You can’t be serious? NO. Lady: Well get on the Philly bus and transfer from there.
And that’s not the end of it. The Philly bus came at 7:30, my girlfriend and I was trying to get on that one and guess what? THE FUCKING BUS WAS FULL! At this point I was mad as shit and ready to get a room and spend the New Year in Dumbass Delaware but then they said they had room on the bus.
BUT THEY DIDN”T FUCKING TELL US WE HAD TO STAND!!!!
We stood on the bus, the Greyhound bus, from Delaware to Philly. We get to Philly and then we was supposed to catch a bus from there to go to Newark. Did that happen? FUCK NO. That one pulled off as we were coming inside the Greyhound Station.
So I said fuck it, we’ll get on the New York bus. We got on the 8:30 New York bus and the driver says, “I stop in Mt. Laurel, you guys can transfer there”. So we go all the way to Mt. Laurel, get off and the driver was kind enough to ask someone in there for us about the Newark bus, the last one pulled off for the night. I had to go all they way to fucking New York and catch the NJ Transit to where my aunt lives at. I made it to her part at about 11:30. So please, if you guys catch the Greyhound, get the direct bus. Don’t be late and remember, stay the fuck away from Delaware!
I'll post pics and video footage later, I'm tired as fuck :(
