-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 :(
