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.