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

Freestyle #4

It’s like I checked into rehab, shawty you carrying a disease
Doc, where’s the medicine? Is there even a possibility?
Of me, staying alive without saying goodbye to this girl
That I knew I shouldn’t have injected into my world
Where’s the antidote I’ve been using for the past three days
It’s finishing, I need to refill it, is this the worst-case
Scenario, maybe all I can do now is depend on the horoscope
Nurse, she’s like an anchor and I can’t seem to float
Can you help me, I don’t wanna be stuck in this situation
I know I am to blame, but I wish there was a solution
To save me from this bullshit, girl don’t keep arguing
I’m on the verge of going crazy, is my life ending?
Rehabilitation won’t work unless you’re beside me
She’s an angel and I can’t bear to watch her bleed
Greek, that’s too complex for anyone who wants but don’t need
We can pull through this, baby draw them curtains like your lips

♣clickpolitics can’t believe he wrote this to the ‘Rehab (Rihanna)’ instrumental.

Freestyle #3

Blunt ashes, the everlasting passion
Seeps through like how water penetrates coasters
I ain’t talking about the ones on them rollers
I’m talking about that shit that’s under them Belvedere glasses
You can’t pass us without noticing them indexes
Cus the numbers hit you like jackpot machine boxes
Slot in a coin, and my boombox won’t play you music
Cock the heaters, I put ten bullets in your daughters
Haha, that’s sick, I know you feeling the epidemic
It’s spreading at the speed of light, yeah check the physics
Money in bags, shipping across the interstate tags
You fucking fags better stay away from the Gucci rags
I’m that kid with a little bitta black, you can’t understand this
Cus your roots aren’t like mine, your seeds ain’t developed
Gotta laugh again, yeah, I’m feeling the raps by myself
And all you haters and imitators, I wish you well

♣clickpolitics wrote this to the ‘Make The World Go Round (Nas featuring Chris Brown & The Game)’ instrumental.

Freestyle #2

A legendary genre of music is whatever sets me free
Gets me hyped up more than a bitches’ R&B striptease
The Game spoke his mind about Frankie Beverly
While I’m trying to clear my mind off this bottle of Henessy
Pass me the champagne glass while I listen to this Jodeci
Prophecies get prolonged with the instrumental beats
Watch Bobby & Whitney ride like Clyde & Bonnie
That Reasonable Doubt is the shit that propelled Jay-Z
Martin Luther King died before he even turned forty
So when the fuck will the world inherit some peace
These facts got me feeling vibes deep within the veins
I’m Chinese, so I know that the emotion can’t be pain
Opposite to some bullshit, like when it pours, it rains
Brings it right back to where Rosa Parks was detained
It can’t get realer, the desire to be at the pinnacle
In general, even the angels can turn diabolical
To get closer to God, the prayers never seem to work
When the Pearly Gates slam shut, pastors go berserk
As I’m vibing to the bass, thinking about Kurt Cobain
When the world falls apart, is the previous generation under blame?

♣clickpolitics wrote this to the ‘Letter To The King (The Game featuring Nas)’ instrumental.

Freestyle #1

I got my millies running on feet, so call me a milli-pede
Stampede, make ‘em overrated rappers crossbreed
You’ll get a bad one, uppercut to your left cheek
Get a thousand bricks, put the items on the receipt
Waitress, if you get me concrete, you can have my credit
She can walk around the mall like everything’s free
Got a millie here, got a millie there, everything’s fair
Playa, you can catch me riding high in the midair
Got a flair of making millies, make ‘em freeze like polar bears
I’m cold-blooded, extraordinary like Liz Phair
Throwing diamonds like Jay-Z, rock the Rocasanova
Tell them dudes to stop cussing over just because they jealous mothafuckas
Lil’ Wayne says it best, I’m ballin’ by nature
I live by my slogan so fuck any of your expectations
But to your girl, I’m patient, I slowly bend her body over
A million drops of sweat glisten so she can’t lose focus
Yes, I’m the larger-than-life Lion, call me Mr. King
I rip off the largest share of your pathetic profits
Like a sell-out magazine, I add the money to my millies
Other than the top spot, I standardize the qualities
Ain’t nobody on my level, I top your pyramids
If you can’t eat right, then you might as well eat my shit
Fit for the rap crap, you bitches better stand behind the crease
It’s that J.S., I’m like a one-man team
Eli Manning with my verses, make you losers worthless
I mark them letters on your brains like Louis Vuitton wallets
Curses, this beat is getting contagious
I gotta abstain from it, I’m getting lyrically transmitted diseases
Bank account transfers, your fucking bank account freezes
I abort your rebirth much better than contraception
I’m about to take-off, like them U.N. helicopters
Take your caps off and bow down to your Captain
Hahaha

♣clickpolitics wrote this to the  ‘A Millie (Lil’ Wayne)’ instrumental.