End.

People having online diaries usually blog about their personal lives, like, what they’ve had for meals, what they’ ve bought from seasonal discounts, who they’ve met up with on that day/in that week, which movies they’ve watched, where they’ve been, how their friends have been.. And the list goes on. This blog that you’re reading now was just like any other, with me, vomitting details of my life here, and you, as the reader, sucking it all up like a vacuum cleaner.

The act of visiting and re-visiting this blog was urged by your curiosity; your desire to acquire as much information about your peers as possible. Whether to make it a pivot for bitching, or to fill up that little hole in your mind which sorta motivates you to perfect the first impression that I left in you. It’s kinda like human instinct, which originates from the past where prehistoric men roam outskirts for food, till now where humans roam the net for morsels of knowledge. The primitive idea still exists: breaking barriers. Prehistoric men somehow knew there was more to life than just staying in their caves and hoping that food arrives automatically. They knew, they had to venture out and cross certain borders before they can enjoy the fruits of labour. Nowadays, people still revolve their lives around the same notion; same idea, except with a hint of technology infused into the same ‘belief’. Ok, just a thought. Just a thought.

-ABRUPT ENDING TO MY BULLSHITTING, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE-

This is my last post on this blog. I’m moving to:

www.creekboutique.blogspot.com

See you there.

Penmanship.

Get down under, like tunnels under unstable structures
I’m deeply rooted, disasters can’t knock me over
If I was a stepping stone, make sure you don’t holler
Put clowns in quicksand to my personal preferences
I’m getting feedback saying that I’m overconfident
I can’t help it, this blessing is more than heaven-sent
A letter to and from your religion, I am the replacement
Your compliments just ain’t that vehement
Let’s face it, start making sense of what you’re saying
Then paper flows in with the voices of critics
It’s normal, survival is just one of the issues
Until you pass away, these bitches will never miss you
Fake-ass tears on recycled handkerchiefs and tissue
When they dry up, you’re just a person they knew about
Never had a chance to converse with my grandfather
But if we talked, he’ll be telling me I’m the future

Get down under, like pipes under reconstruction
If I was offensive, I’ll face the jurisdiction
It’s like an addiction, a feeling that no one can imagine
Street fiction making rappers feel like big shit
I’m no magician, break up grounds like fission
Exactly why I’m groundbreaking, the exact notion
The language for communication gets a little different
Got the relations under five percent tint
It’s a one-way road to the top of the charts
And a one-time procedure to appreciate this art
Like supermarket shopping, rappers throw rhymes in carts
It all goes down when people get caught off-guard
Proof? The Swagger Jacker section in double-X L
From hit-and-run to show-and-tell
A tradition that lives on, from every dusk till dawn
Sealing up the hearts that were torn from wrong

♣clickpolitics wrote the 2 verses while listening to the ‘Never Let Me Down’ instrumental, originally performed by Kanye West & Jay-Z.

I hear. I’ve heard. I rhyme. I’ve rhymed.

“This is not an image, this is god-given, this is hard-liven / mixed with crystal sipping, it’s the most consistent.” – Jay-Z

Surviving the times.

Cross referencing past events
Bullshit & pretence
Whether ladies or gentlemen
They still feel the omen
Whenever the trapdoor opens
When it closes, their heart sinks to their stomachs
Surviving the times and the rhymes
Surviving the grind, sweat running down spines
Alcohol smelling like turpentine
As the oceans turn turquoise
Bullets fly outta point-blank minds
The blind leads the blind to another grapevine
That entangles everything, leaving them behind
With confusion and a glass of vaporized water
Sublimed to about two-quarters
Now they can’t even afford to get it done

♣clickpolitics wrote this while listening to the ‘Surviving The Times’ instrumental, originally performed by Nas.

Top notch.

So many of these lames wanna take the throne and the crown
I’m sorry if you gonna have to take the bones and the frown
It’s J.S., the real test, inhale and let the air go into my chest
Hollow tip fragments in your body, that’s what I invest
Crash land a couple planes, bitch I’m heavy Laden
Fuck Osama, this is more than a plot presentation
Terrorize these rappers from the heart
I spread this virus all over the system till there’s shit in their fart
Economy fucked, but I’m here to stimulate the visionary
Of the little jaw-jacking midgets telling lifetime stories
It’s 2009, my life in high-definition television
Make you muhfuckas lose your minds like metabolism
All hail the King, but I ain’t referring to Martin Luther
I brought you food in advance, like daytime supper
A hundred percent accurate, die by the glock or die by the dot
Shuffle your organs like the songs in your iPod

♣clickpolitics wrote this to the instrumental version of ‘Crown Me’, song orignally performed by Cam’ron featuring T.I. & Juelz Santana.

Denounce.

Jamie foxx’s music has successfully got me hooked to my ipod.

A late merry christmas & an early happy new year to everyone. I realised I haven’t said it on my blog yet, only like just now. But what’s christmas when a new year is coming?! 2 days to 2009. Don’t get overexcited, that’s what I occasionally tell myself and always tell others.

2 days to the end of 2008. It has been a good year, from getting back to school in JC2 (feeling like a screwed up piece of shit), to & through that painful intensive mugging period (feeling less like a screwed up piece of shit), to taking the alevels with my mind thinking ‘it ain’t over, bitch.’, to finishing the alevels with my mind thinking ‘it’s over, bitches!’. Eventually, finally, conclusively, I’ve lived the 22rd hour of the december 29th.

I’ve been through much this year, and I’m typing out this entry while I reminisce about the days, the memorable days, the days I claimed were ‘the best I’ve ever had’, the days I felt countless types of emotions gushing in, the days I thought so deeply — the world slowed down fivefold, the days I laid flat on the sofa and watched TV all day, the days I got drunk and woke up with a hangover, the days I..

A new chapter of my life is arriving. Lots of people have been telling me about army, from veterans like my dad to people who have already enlisted for bmt. A visit to my grandmother’s had me bombarded with ‘must take care’ and ‘don’t stress yourself’ advices by aunts. Irritating. Haven’t been there for almost a year, probably the last time in the next 2 years. When people tell me things that I know and will do, even without them telling me, I can’t stand it, and will never withstand it.

I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE SILOSO BEACH PARTY.

Co-defendant.

WordPress has been loading rather slow lately. I’m not very patient when it comes to computer speed. It’s so uncomfortable when you have to see the bar at the bottom of the page get filled up unit by unit. Freaking light green rectagular whatever. And the urge to click the refresh button sets in everytime. And I always give in. After I do that, I hope that it will be much faster. But instead, the waiting time stretches longer and I’d be stuck with a blank firefox window for about a minute. It happens only when I access wordpress.

Wierdpress is a more appropriate name for such a blog host.

Okay, so after I put you through a series of my not-so-well-chivelled lyricism, I’ve decided to switch back to the old-school blogging style. I’d type whatever rubbish that happened for the day here, and you people shall feel free to comment. Simple, systematic, self-explanatory. I’ll still occasionally write some rhymes if I get inspired by instrumentals, people, events, music, history, news.

Then I let my screen fold.

Baby, stay down like temperatures when it comes to winter
I’m something like the criminal and she’s like the apprentice
I’m talking about that Donald Trump, she gets fired at eleven
And in the morning she’s headed for re-employment
Comes back around my way like a U-Turn
Well I guess she went around the other way and felt the burn
In return, she’s like something more than reminiscent
I know it sounds unreasonable, got her talking like a politician
Stop, I don’t want a conversation to end up in an argument
Leave that drama at home and just lay back and listen
As I transfer them words from my heart through the wire
Kanye West said it’s a lockdown, no gold-diggers in my vision
Leave them worries in the I.C.U., I feel like I.O.U.
When she fills the air with the scent of her perfume
I got her mood fluctuating like ‘em stock market numbers
And she knows I’d leave a note every time I’m gone by seven

♣clickpolitics wrote this while listening to the instrumental version of ‘Ghetto Queen’, song originally performed by Trae featuring Lloyd & Rich Boy.

Up/downtown.

Habitual disorder, the water runs deep between the bridges
Between the bridges? Under currents there’s seven digits
Get ‘em up, I’m going hard on you little midgets
Mini-mes talking shit so it’s best you don’t fidget
This ain’t a game, so I don’t do them wordplays
The words placed so intelligent, check my lexicon
If patience was a virtue, don’t let the glocks urge you
I’m taking this to another level, A.K.A. the pinnacle
Don’t snooze

This was as far as I could go when I listened to the ‘Get ‘Em Up’ instrumental, song originally performed by Ace Hood.

Written verse #1

Everyone starts from scratch, I did that with a pen
Couple of scrapbook pages with the perfect gameplan
If Madden rated it, it’ll get perfect ten
Or maybe twenty, cus these mothafuckas emptied
The last bottle of Jack Daniel’s, fuck a pencil
If I used that carbon, I would’ve needed an eraser
Real men don’t look back, I walk a thousand pavements
Just to show you I left behind the footsteps of Jesus
Why you saying something so controversial?
They asked me if I was crazy, a little fanatical
Maybe I was, so don’t even try hitting the buttons
These hollow tips hit the ground along with your cousin
I lift the spirits of the hustlers who died in vain
Can’t obtain the rights that they were supposed to gain
As humans, we empathetic, sympathetic, apathetic
Pathetic counterfeits, that’s why you losers stay weak
Hell yeah, Dre

♣clickpolitics wrote this to the ‘Start From Scratch (The Game)’ instrumental.

Freestyle #5

Oh yes, I love the way she goes up like an elevator
She slide down like them recording machines in a studio
She got me feeling like a U.F.O., I’m high off this visual cocaine
I can make her disappear from your side like David Blaine
Take her on a ride, baby yes, these are the finer thangs
I betcha she gon’ never say no to a multi-carat diamond rang
And I only knew her for a night, these feelings uptight
Probably cus she knows I’m the one that can hit it right
Precise-ly, decisive-ly, we be forming ripples in the water
If it’s summer, you just find us suntanning in California
Enough with all these bullshit, we ain’t gotta care about them haters
Shield the ears with those porcelain skinned hands, while I
Watch you do what it’s made to do on the sofa
Lemon soda, mixed with that caramel-laced vodka
When you rolling with J.S., you know we be so laid-back
Bangin’ that Lil’ Wayne shit with the suicide doors intact

♣clickpolitics wrote this to the ‘Pussy Money Weed (Lil’ Wayne)’ instrumental.

Personally, I think my lyrics are on par with Lil’ Wayne. Hahahaha