"You know ain't no Yankee fan watching Sportscenter right now" - The SoD
My Sox won....I'm done gloating about it now.
My Pats are undefeated....get used to it bitches.
My Boston College Eagles are soaring undefeated....another thing to get used to bitches.
The Celtics are the team to beat in the East.....unless Kobe comes to Chicago and fuck up the previous line.
any takers that New England isn't about just fucking New York? Good to go. I am not hating on NY, just know that I been a bit tired of cats putting MA and NY together like buttcheeks on a hot day. If I say I'm from up north, don't assume I'm from NY (Unless I'm copping some trees and my accent gives the thought that Im not to be fucked with...stuff that fucking bag please.) because chances are I will correct you and tell you I'm from Mass. I will not be too thrilled if you automatically place me in Boston and call it a day. I don't think anyone from Brooklyn would take it lightly if you said "oh the Bronx? everyone is from there." Nah jack, I'm from the West side of MA, and yeah with us being so close to NY, our accents tend to cross over a bit.
I will not pull my license out to prove shit to you, unless you either a cop or a fucking barrell of a gun (even that second one might still bring hesitation on the info). So get used to it. That's for my peoples in VA.
Today is T*Baby's b-day. I wish you the best and many more, what are you like 21 now? You can finally drink and actually get arrested for public drunkeness. That's what's up. If you are up to it, I can show you how to boost and steal car radios with nothing more than a paperclip and a rubber band. Either way, don't just celebrate today, take the whole week. You earned it, and you deserve it.
I'm out yall be cool
The SoD
Monday, October 29, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
The SoD vs. H2O (Finally)
"AWWWWWWWWW youuuuuuuuuuu muthaaaaaaaaa fuckaaaaaaaaa....you shot me in the ass!!!" - Alonzo (Training Day)
So now I have some time on my hands. Not voluntarily but more like a mini vacation at the job. Well needed but not wanted. I find myself blogging and writing poems out the ass. Just know that I'm not bringing shit to the mike get me? Although I am happy that I can create more, I am not too good with not getting paid awhile. Just fucking ridiculous.
I got into a fight over the weekend...nothing too big or small, just enough to make my damn hand hurt a few days. Damn younguns trying to be all tough at a damn red light. It's not like I didn't pull off on him, it was the whole follow until you stop deal that pushed me over the edge. I ain't calling no cops to say I'm being chased by some overzealous 18 year old with no hair on his nuts. Still yet though, I wonder if his eye socket really is cracked. Someone should've told him that high kicks don't work in the street unless they are well timed and it's broad daylight. After all, when you miss, you miss big....and well he got a front row seat to the show. Just wasn't awake long enough to watch it.
With that said, I received a text from my man Jean who is training in MMA and has an Octogon in his gym...word at the job is that someone whom I have a beef with wants to settle our differences there. 5 rounds 5 minutes. (Standard UFC title rules). On some real shit. I'm up to it. Been wanting to square up and settle shit with this guy on the street, yet it's here where I am somewhat disciplined. It is here that I know how to fight more with my head than my strength and quickness because there are rules and a ref. With all of the bullshit aside, I would have muhfuckas pay money to see this. Especially the ones at work, because they know that there is alot of tension there and what better way to release it than this.
I have to train, back to the dungeon and the program. I ain't gonna lose, no way. I am going to fight though, and yeah, I want to end this shit in one round due to knockout. I love submissions, I LOVE THEM. Yet, my left is fucking sick and I know he don't know how good I can strike. Can't wait bitch. Set it up and I'm gonna knock him down. Fuck it.
I got one month and alot of shit to settle. Get your fucking datebook ready. Someone's not coming to work the next day.
TBaby* you think I could get some of that blue stuff to settle the stomach as I work out? I tried to find it at the Grocery store but to no avail. I would like to use it for training, long as it don't clean out my colon. I eat too jacked up for even more shit to complicate shit. Dig me? Oh yeah, last week was off the chain, I didn't forget what we talked about and it rides with me to this day. For real.
I'll end it here. Gotta go train. King Kong ain't got nothin' on me.
The SoD
So now I have some time on my hands. Not voluntarily but more like a mini vacation at the job. Well needed but not wanted. I find myself blogging and writing poems out the ass. Just know that I'm not bringing shit to the mike get me? Although I am happy that I can create more, I am not too good with not getting paid awhile. Just fucking ridiculous.
I got into a fight over the weekend...nothing too big or small, just enough to make my damn hand hurt a few days. Damn younguns trying to be all tough at a damn red light. It's not like I didn't pull off on him, it was the whole follow until you stop deal that pushed me over the edge. I ain't calling no cops to say I'm being chased by some overzealous 18 year old with no hair on his nuts. Still yet though, I wonder if his eye socket really is cracked. Someone should've told him that high kicks don't work in the street unless they are well timed and it's broad daylight. After all, when you miss, you miss big....and well he got a front row seat to the show. Just wasn't awake long enough to watch it.
With that said, I received a text from my man Jean who is training in MMA and has an Octogon in his gym...word at the job is that someone whom I have a beef with wants to settle our differences there. 5 rounds 5 minutes. (Standard UFC title rules). On some real shit. I'm up to it. Been wanting to square up and settle shit with this guy on the street, yet it's here where I am somewhat disciplined. It is here that I know how to fight more with my head than my strength and quickness because there are rules and a ref. With all of the bullshit aside, I would have muhfuckas pay money to see this. Especially the ones at work, because they know that there is alot of tension there and what better way to release it than this.
I have to train, back to the dungeon and the program. I ain't gonna lose, no way. I am going to fight though, and yeah, I want to end this shit in one round due to knockout. I love submissions, I LOVE THEM. Yet, my left is fucking sick and I know he don't know how good I can strike. Can't wait bitch. Set it up and I'm gonna knock him down. Fuck it.
I got one month and alot of shit to settle. Get your fucking datebook ready. Someone's not coming to work the next day.
TBaby* you think I could get some of that blue stuff to settle the stomach as I work out? I tried to find it at the Grocery store but to no avail. I would like to use it for training, long as it don't clean out my colon. I eat too jacked up for even more shit to complicate shit. Dig me? Oh yeah, last week was off the chain, I didn't forget what we talked about and it rides with me to this day. For real.
I'll end it here. Gotta go train. King Kong ain't got nothin' on me.
The SoD
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I'm All In
"Say what you want, I'm not going anywhere muhfucka' " - The SoD
So what we down 3-1 to the Indians, it's fine, we've been there before and came back....oh what was that? My bad, we were down 3-0 and came back and won 4-3. That was against the Stankees. Never forget that. Don't matter how many rings yall got, still it's the worst loss ever.
Anyway, people talking man, and I'm not listening right now. I done took it to another level and I'm leaving some on theirs. I have realized that I'm on a plane now and when you rise above other cats trying to weigh you down, you realize how small they are. Fucking ants, my feet are too big to step around you, so excuse me if I take away the sun amongst other things.
Besides that, the Field done opened up another open mic spot at Geraldene's on Sunday, now I got something to do beside's football. My homegirl BChild* got it on lock and yeah I will be there to support, no doubt. It's good to see that the 413 is coming back with the Poetry, maybe we can lock a real spot down and have our own once again.
Organix Soul coming soon, more poetry to write and memorize (I'm on it K*) and yeah, CD coming....til then
you see the quote, and whether you read me or not, you know who you are...
The SoD
So what we down 3-1 to the Indians, it's fine, we've been there before and came back....oh what was that? My bad, we were down 3-0 and came back and won 4-3. That was against the Stankees. Never forget that. Don't matter how many rings yall got, still it's the worst loss ever.
Anyway, people talking man, and I'm not listening right now. I done took it to another level and I'm leaving some on theirs. I have realized that I'm on a plane now and when you rise above other cats trying to weigh you down, you realize how small they are. Fucking ants, my feet are too big to step around you, so excuse me if I take away the sun amongst other things.
Besides that, the Field done opened up another open mic spot at Geraldene's on Sunday, now I got something to do beside's football. My homegirl BChild* got it on lock and yeah I will be there to support, no doubt. It's good to see that the 413 is coming back with the Poetry, maybe we can lock a real spot down and have our own once again.
Organix Soul coming soon, more poetry to write and memorize (I'm on it K*) and yeah, CD coming....til then
you see the quote, and whether you read me or not, you know who you are...
The SoD
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Round and Round We Go....
"Una volta il dolore è andato, lei non può sentire niente ma meglio" - The SoD
Still learning, still writing, still reciting. The SoD is doing rather well. Went to Love Jones and tore it down. No stories post performance cause there ain't none. Just know 3 and go, did my thing and bounced. Traffic on 91 coming home was a bitch and the rain didn't help. After realizing that my car had cold air (having 4 cars without can do that to you) I just chilled out and listened to some music. I actually started to pen a poem as I was in my car, only to get home and finish it.
The job had a roundtable discussion on shit that people was unhappy about. When I came in, I sat 45 minutes before the VPrez asked "I understand that some came in without saying anything, if you have something you wish to address, then please speak."
"Ok" I said. "I don't understand the roundtable thing, I mean if we are talking in circles, aren't we going to end up where we started anyway?"
I walked out after that. So did a good 15 others. Shit I don't care, it's what happens when you spoon feed me some shit, I don't need to eat, and I have every right to not give you a reason why. Just know I'm not buying it.
Done narrowed it down to two places for the b-day and sorry Jamaica, you lose this year. My Sox will sweep again and win the world series. My Pats will stay undefeated til mid November. The Celtics......we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Big up to my bfriend in Philly for holding me down, free cd copy for you. Tell your g'ma 10 bucks for her though, I can only do so much :)
Hey T* don't let me find out you done lost your mojo...
I'm out
The SoD
Still learning, still writing, still reciting. The SoD is doing rather well. Went to Love Jones and tore it down. No stories post performance cause there ain't none. Just know 3 and go, did my thing and bounced. Traffic on 91 coming home was a bitch and the rain didn't help. After realizing that my car had cold air (having 4 cars without can do that to you) I just chilled out and listened to some music. I actually started to pen a poem as I was in my car, only to get home and finish it.
The job had a roundtable discussion on shit that people was unhappy about. When I came in, I sat 45 minutes before the VPrez asked "I understand that some came in without saying anything, if you have something you wish to address, then please speak."
"Ok" I said. "I don't understand the roundtable thing, I mean if we are talking in circles, aren't we going to end up where we started anyway?"
I walked out after that. So did a good 15 others. Shit I don't care, it's what happens when you spoon feed me some shit, I don't need to eat, and I have every right to not give you a reason why. Just know I'm not buying it.
Done narrowed it down to two places for the b-day and sorry Jamaica, you lose this year. My Sox will sweep again and win the world series. My Pats will stay undefeated til mid November. The Celtics......we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Big up to my bfriend in Philly for holding me down, free cd copy for you. Tell your g'ma 10 bucks for her though, I can only do so much :)
Hey T* don't let me find out you done lost your mojo...
I'm out
The SoD
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Lyrical Art (itis)
"I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came...alone" - The SoD
Hit up Charisma on friday night. Wanted to stay the whole night but I was drained by the live band that was killing all of us with the ol school jazz. They were pretty stingy with their stage time and wanted all of us to start during intermission so the open mic didn't start for like 2 hours. I actually found myself texting like crazy to friends that were asking me about what was going on. 2 drinks and maybe about 5 burgers later, I was totally on 'itis' mode. I was on a couch talking to Concious and damn near fell asleep.
When the band finally took that break, it was on. My man D. Moss came thru and became the honorary host. He forgot his piece which was ok seeing that he's so well known on the poetry circut up this way. He did his thing though as the next one he sped through. After this, the sign up list was torn up and we were picked by random to perform. I actually went second as I told folks that I couldn't stay because of work. (I was just tired man). I performed this piece I wrote called "Inside A Mirror" and stole it for awhile. Pushed wigs back and took my seat with ease. With drink number 3, another poet by the name of JSun came over to my table and gave me props for killing it with my piece. From what I understand, my man D is known for his love poetry. Me on the other hand, although I can write and perform love based poems, that's not what I'm all about.
"I noticed yall don't ever come or leave with anybody, yet yall spit to the ladies...."
"I think I'm here to spit poetry, not pick up pussy."
"That's good, but damn you should hear the ladies talk after yall perform, you two got these women thinking about what Springfield has to offer yo, for real."
"Well... tell them to get at me when I finish my real estate class."
"Shit dude, well neither one of yall got rings on and got the crowd buzzin', they already talking bout' Love Jones on Monday."
"Damn"
"You bringing the heat?"
"I'll be there."
"Aight then. It's on."
My man JSun done let me know that I been pegged. Due to the fact that I don't want to make this post seem like the lost scrolls I won't go into the rest of the convo, but it took some convincing and a 16 bar freestyle that let him know I'm not about making lyrical love to folks. Don't get me wrong, my work starts at the heart, then works its way to my mind which then hits the paper and not before long either read or memorized for the masses. Love is something I am extremely passionate about so yeah, I write about it alot. There's also awareness, come uppance, story telling, cause and effect, and a good amount of topics and visuals that I let loose. I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came to all of my events....alone.
So I have Love Jones tonight. 3 pieces, and yeah after listening last time, I realize that ALL poets spit love pieces at this venue. So yeah J, I will be bringing the heat. D said he'll be there and to bring my hottest joints as he wanted to have a silent battle between me and him. In the spirit of friendly competition it would be nice. Yet I don't know how we would determine who did what better. Oh well, I'm there to spit so that's what I'm gonna do.
On another note...my prediction on the Sox has rang true, the Stankees are on the ropes (bye bye tonight) and the Pats are undefeated. Take that.
My fam from Cali is coming thru this weekend, awwwwwwwww shit.
Guilty Pleasure: It's always sunny in Philadelphia
Hey K* my car has the option of going manual and freaking it like a stick, you know the kid had it up to 135 coming home right?
felt like 80 though.
I'm out, gotta slow down.
The SoD
Hit up Charisma on friday night. Wanted to stay the whole night but I was drained by the live band that was killing all of us with the ol school jazz. They were pretty stingy with their stage time and wanted all of us to start during intermission so the open mic didn't start for like 2 hours. I actually found myself texting like crazy to friends that were asking me about what was going on. 2 drinks and maybe about 5 burgers later, I was totally on 'itis' mode. I was on a couch talking to Concious and damn near fell asleep.
When the band finally took that break, it was on. My man D. Moss came thru and became the honorary host. He forgot his piece which was ok seeing that he's so well known on the poetry circut up this way. He did his thing though as the next one he sped through. After this, the sign up list was torn up and we were picked by random to perform. I actually went second as I told folks that I couldn't stay because of work. (I was just tired man). I performed this piece I wrote called "Inside A Mirror" and stole it for awhile. Pushed wigs back and took my seat with ease. With drink number 3, another poet by the name of JSun came over to my table and gave me props for killing it with my piece. From what I understand, my man D is known for his love poetry. Me on the other hand, although I can write and perform love based poems, that's not what I'm all about.
"I noticed yall don't ever come or leave with anybody, yet yall spit to the ladies...."
"I think I'm here to spit poetry, not pick up pussy."
"That's good, but damn you should hear the ladies talk after yall perform, you two got these women thinking about what Springfield has to offer yo, for real."
"Well... tell them to get at me when I finish my real estate class."
"Shit dude, well neither one of yall got rings on and got the crowd buzzin', they already talking bout' Love Jones on Monday."
"Damn"
"You bringing the heat?"
"I'll be there."
"Aight then. It's on."
My man JSun done let me know that I been pegged. Due to the fact that I don't want to make this post seem like the lost scrolls I won't go into the rest of the convo, but it took some convincing and a 16 bar freestyle that let him know I'm not about making lyrical love to folks. Don't get me wrong, my work starts at the heart, then works its way to my mind which then hits the paper and not before long either read or memorized for the masses. Love is something I am extremely passionate about so yeah, I write about it alot. There's also awareness, come uppance, story telling, cause and effect, and a good amount of topics and visuals that I let loose. I'm nobody's casanova, I leave as I came to all of my events....alone.
So I have Love Jones tonight. 3 pieces, and yeah after listening last time, I realize that ALL poets spit love pieces at this venue. So yeah J, I will be bringing the heat. D said he'll be there and to bring my hottest joints as he wanted to have a silent battle between me and him. In the spirit of friendly competition it would be nice. Yet I don't know how we would determine who did what better. Oh well, I'm there to spit so that's what I'm gonna do.
On another note...my prediction on the Sox has rang true, the Stankees are on the ropes (bye bye tonight) and the Pats are undefeated. Take that.
My fam from Cali is coming thru this weekend, awwwwwwwww shit.
Guilty Pleasure: It's always sunny in Philadelphia
Hey K* my car has the option of going manual and freaking it like a stick, you know the kid had it up to 135 coming home right?
felt like 80 though.
I'm out, gotta slow down.
The SoD
Monday, October 1, 2007
If Only You Knew
"Shit coming together like buttcheeks." - The SoD
Bought a car over the weekend. You damn right, the one I wanted and the color I dig. True indeed, I can say with a foot like mine, highway road trips will be done in 45 minutes to an hour anywhere within a 500 mile radius. I'm happy.
My bo-sox took the division like I thought. There's only one thing left to do, have the stankees finish what the Mets started in NY. Punks.
Greg Oden out for a year with knee problems...welcome to the club, take a seat by the ortho surgeon and the light duty liason for me. Thanks.
The phone is back in order, thank God. If anything, I was gonna run over SOMEBODY'S game boy if that shit wasn't fixed soon. Bad ass kids.
Big up The Jena 6...we with you over at BSide. Trust.
Shout out Hope Solo
Pats like I thought...
I'm out
The SoD
Bought a car over the weekend. You damn right, the one I wanted and the color I dig. True indeed, I can say with a foot like mine, highway road trips will be done in 45 minutes to an hour anywhere within a 500 mile radius. I'm happy.
My bo-sox took the division like I thought. There's only one thing left to do, have the stankees finish what the Mets started in NY. Punks.
Greg Oden out for a year with knee problems...welcome to the club, take a seat by the ortho surgeon and the light duty liason for me. Thanks.
The phone is back in order, thank God. If anything, I was gonna run over SOMEBODY'S game boy if that shit wasn't fixed soon. Bad ass kids.
Big up The Jena 6...we with you over at BSide. Trust.
Shout out Hope Solo
Pats like I thought...
I'm out
The SoD
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