tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394116653838414872024-02-07T02:28:38.157-05:00Inside...Just my thoughts...Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-29401025760124140752009-11-07T20:39:00.001-05:002009-11-07T20:41:26.563-05:00Just An FYI<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">My new blog address is http://threefoureighty.clipz-status.com/</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I've updated quite a bit so that's the new location. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">All old blogs have been transferred over there as well.</span></span><br /></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-59090824001643818312009-10-15T05:45:00.002-04:002009-10-15T05:51:51.325-04:00Don't Be So Quick To Hit Delete<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Long story short: ErOneH8zDerek via Twitter no longer exist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Wasn't really no reason to delete the account, just allowed some shit to force me to press that delete account button. So when folks heard about me closing the account, it was met with criticism and come back because we'll miss you replies. (read: yeah right) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So I decided to take a page from the homie Jamil by way of Nas and just destroy and rebuild.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">New Twitter name: Mo_Rease (Read it slowly...Mo Rease..Maurice.. Get it.. Got it.. Good.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">That's all for now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Peace.</span></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-47322510854401067162009-10-13T15:40:00.000-04:002009-10-13T15:41:17.852-04:00Loyalty1. the state or quality of being loyal; faithfulness to commitments or obligations. 2. faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc. 3. an example or instance of faithfulness, adherence, or the like: a man with fierce loyalties.<br /><br />Who are you loyal to? Those that show loyalty towards you? Or are you selective with whom that is given to?<br /><br />Throughout life, it seems as if that our loyalties can be tested in so many ways. Like if a person shows that they can be shady in some ways, would you still have their back when the chips are down? Or what if you were in a bind, would those so called friends still be the same ones that hold you down in a bind?<br /><br />My problem is that I hold too many loyalties. Like it could be times that I needed some help but the ones that "said they would help" were nowhere to be found. But if they needed something, I would be right there. <br /><br />I guess I should limited my loyalites those that deserve it. It's really a select few and they know who they are.Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-56340468621062307612009-10-10T01:24:00.000-04:002009-10-10T01:24:33.487-04:00Changes?<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">For the past couple of weeks, I've gone through a what some would say a down phase. What I can say is that, things are somewhat better but that light at the end of the tunnel is far away. Some days I just want to break down and just scream to release this built up tension but I can't bring myself to do it. Then the person that I need to talk to is being distant, so there lies another issue. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">People offer their ears to listen, but right now I can't discuss what's going on. I will eventually and I just have to brace myself to endure what comes of it. I don't regret the things that I've done, because they were meant to happen. Hey that's the way life goes. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Some people will look at me and say nice things about my character. I'm modest about it because I just find myself to average. If I could right those wrongs, then maybe things would be different. *exhales* I want to say more but I can't.. Well the person that this is directed towards knows how I feel.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"So I ain't mad, don't blame y'all, I blame me<br />Put a wall in my path, I'm just gonna knock it down or go through it<br />Before you try to knock that down, go through it<br />Try it and go do it, the folk in my world won't look at you so stupid" - Joe Budden<br /></span></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-89820843036682034232009-10-04T12:07:00.000-04:002009-10-04T18:07:44.027-04:00Not Feeling Myself As Of Late<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I really thought that the worst was over, but I got hit with something else. Not that it was bad but I should have just left the subject alone.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"The decision made will affect one of us."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Saturday.. I hung out with my best friend. Now I use that term lightly because she's one of the few that will give it to me straight no chaser. Sometimes I need to hear the truth and it hurts but I have to bear it.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >So in the middle of typing this, this tweet made me smile:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhseumcgMwVwhzupm77djEU2D0HcrSQr8-lcnbpLhJJn5ZOqpkp4OGrRJS6hJgvuXePdnKHt9gX9duSDM06G3vy8tEt_bSaVds07v0gZdm4-EnF_HLxK8umWuhQxB3J5D9f69E8flhlFEwl/s1600-h/reagangomeztweet.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 18px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhseumcgMwVwhzupm77djEU2D0HcrSQr8-lcnbpLhJJn5ZOqpkp4OGrRJS6hJgvuXePdnKHt9gX9duSDM06G3vy8tEt_bSaVds07v0gZdm4-EnF_HLxK8umWuhQxB3J5D9f69E8flhlFEwl/s200/reagangomeztweet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388768521541931794" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID13006/images/zombieland-greyedposter-medsize.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 669px;" src="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID13006/images/zombieland-greyedposter-medsize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Don't be afraid to use your ammunition, that lady should of, would have, could have, saved herself. Rule number 4 - Double Tap - Columbus</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >So I checked this movie out yesterday. It was stupid but in a funny way, so yeah I will have this on DVD.. Also the Bill Murray cameo was hilarious.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Well I'm off to do something constructive. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >GO RAVENS!!!!</span></span><br /></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-10596447447833187182009-10-01T19:16:00.000-04:002009-10-01T19:18:57.188-04:00I'm on the outside knocking<br />Hoping that you'll hear me calling<br />And that you'll allow your heart to stop blocking<br />I'm working extra hard or not trying hard enough<br />One minute you give me access, then the next I'm restricted<br />Past pains cause your emotions to remain tough<br />Late night those dreams starts to play and I drift off into space<br />Hoping that I get a chance to hold you close<br />Waking up greeting you with morning kisses on your face<br />Tossing and turning in my imaginary vision<br />Your arms reaching out and I'm coming for your embrace<br />As I reach you, the dream stops and you disappear<br />No replays - just thoughts of what I want to be<br />But reality is staring at me saying she isn't going nowhereMr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-71630068978293213562009-09-26T08:08:00.002-04:002009-09-26T08:43:33.790-04:00Who's Really To Blame?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">So a few days ago at the taping of VH1's Hip Hop Honors, KRS-One said that while there is no hip hop without Def Jam, they are the same ones that destroyed it.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Wait..what?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Now as I watched the clip, I understand where Kris was coming from. But you can't put the blame of one label's success for the impending demise as well. Def Jam has been around as long as I've been around. You think about the early days w/ LL Cool J, T La Rock, The Beastie Boys. Then the 90's w/ Jay-Z, DMX, Foxy Brown and later on w/ Ludacris and other acts.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Now if other labels that were around wanted to get that same success that Def Jam did, then they should have did what they had to do in order to get that money. Def Jam knew the rules to the game, so they ran with it. And although most of the marquee, they're still a top notch label. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">But fans aren't looking for lyrical skill, they want that simple music. Turn on the radio and what do you hear? Soulja Boy, Gucci Mane (Still don't know why he's being forced down our throats), Lil Wayne, Drake, etc. And every label or genre of hip hop has it's due time. Right now, the bubble gum rap is on the clock.</span></span><br /></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-7582331955804649062009-09-25T13:13:00.000-04:002009-09-25T13:14:05.013-04:00Moving ForwardTime for me to break free from my shackles and face my past<br />Watch those demons perish and bad memories shatter like glass<br />They wonder why I keep my life a secret<br />Because for 9 months inside my moms belly she kept my life a secret<br />Doctor's visit confirmed what she already knew<br />March 4th came and I was a week overdue<br />So a newborn child, Moms was 21 and didn't know what to do<br />So for years, we were on the move<br />Different houses in East Baltimore, her pride heavy so she had so much to prove<br />Bullied and pushed around during my youth<br />I inherited a bad attitude just look at my father for proof<br />Tried to reach out for a relationship and each time it failed<br />So on that note, I swallowed my pride and bailed<br />I knew writing this wouldn't be easy<br />Because talking about myself would have me looking lost like C. Breezy<br />No bowtie but I cry tears of a clown<br />Reading this will have you thinking of Lauryn singing All Falls Down<br />Kept to myself because I was afraid to share all of myself<br />So this week's events prompted me to take these feelings off the shelf<br />Writing this eased the pain and made me feel less less in orbit<br />So here's a middle finger to past and a new strength to keep moving forwardMr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-15106340918815418202009-09-23T13:51:00.001-04:002009-09-23T13:51:56.776-04:00AftermathHer words crushed my soul with a right hook<br />With every word she spoke, left my brain feeling shook<br />This won't have a happy ending so if you can't handle it, try not to look<br />So hard to keep the chapters closed when your life's an open book<br />The pain inflicted cut me open and the wound started to bleed<br />Had to face what I was running from so a reality check was in need<br />All she wanted was honesty and I kept something that didn't feel right<br />Hurt her even more that she had to be the one to bring it to light<br />So now I lost the part of her that needed most -- trust<br />With this out in the open, I hope what's left of what we have don't blow away like dustMr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-89489838489291814962009-09-23T07:35:00.002-04:002009-09-23T07:45:04.017-04:00First Day Of Autumn<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My last 24 hours or so has been pure hell to say the least. What I'll say is that things from your past needs to be addressed no matter what the circumstances. The fact that I'm so guarded about my past is because I rather not relive certain events. But I don't feel my normal self. I just feel like my world has imploded within. I don't have anyone to blame but myself. I hope to be forgiven but if not then that's what I'll have to live with.<br /><br />So now what? I'll just use this to motivate myself in the long run. Like I don't judge anyone since I'm not God. We all have made bad decisions in our past, we all have flaws. Not perfect, none of us.<br /><br />This just feels so bad. And I wish I could reach out and just talk. But *sigh* what can I do?<br /><br />I want to say thank you to: Jennifer, Shayla, Shani and Courtney for just listening.<br /></span></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-45711126767118699172009-09-19T02:54:00.002-04:002009-09-19T03:13:14.334-04:00Dear Derek<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Once again we meet and as usual, you blame me for the reason that you feel the way you do. I understand that heart and mind may disagree, but it's up to you to get them on the same level. Meaning that you need to get them both playing on the same team if you truly want to be happy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I know there are relationships that begin and end daily. Most of those individuals are just as lost as you are. They too need to get things together within themselves. But enough about them, let's focus back on you. I'm going to get to the bottom of why you and I butt heads over the years. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">First of all, you find yourself attracted to those that do more harm than good. The ones that wouldn't throw water on you of your soul was on fire. The ones that spit a good game but their style states otherwise. I gave you opportunities with those that mattered. Those that were there for you through good and bad. You let them get away. All they wanted was your love. You gave them that and then things went sour.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So instead of blaming me, you need to check yourself. Trying to advance but you can't steal second with your foot on first. Yeah that was a Budden line, but it applies to you. Stop looking for the worst and appreciate what you have from the start. Allowing your insecurities to get the best of you, will have you alone in the long run. Young fool will turn into old fool.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Sincerely,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Love</span><br /><br /></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-24890412239479648152009-09-17T02:08:00.002-04:002009-09-17T02:23:36.896-04:00Pop Culture Headache<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">I really don't feel like typing this but I'm going to get this out of the way:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">If you've been under a rock, Kanye West and Lil Mama both made headlines on Sunday. Kanye interrupted Taylor Swift to say that Beyonce had one of the hottest videos in the decade. Lil Mama crashed Jay-Z and Alicia Keys' performance of Empire State Of Mind. Both acts have been roasted via Twitter. I'm just asking for it to stop because.. it's been old fast.</span><br /></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-11233792788739339612009-09-14T01:26:00.002-04:002009-09-14T01:38:24.149-04:00Weekend's Too Freakin' Short<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">You close your eyes and wake up, it's Monday morning.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Well this weekend was pretty much cool. Barbershop visit and we always act a fool in there. Then I chilled for the rest of the day. I got the photos to prove it. Had dinner, watched a movie, went to sleep.. you know typical things.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Football season is back in full swing. Ravens won of course so you know I'm good with that. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">VMA's came on tonight and I'll give a brief run down of my thoughts:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">1. Kanye's will do anything to make headlines.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">2. Lady Gaga is a very interesting female.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">3. Pink should next be in Ringling Bros.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">4. Green Day still got it.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">5. Muse is the shit.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">6. This should've been #1 to me, but Janet Jackson performance killed.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">7. Beyonce does have a heart indeed.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">8. Lil Mama's performance crash, ended Jay-Z/Alicia Keys performance on a WTF moment. Currently she's being roasted on Twitter.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Ok so now that's all said and done, I need to take myself to sleep. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Peace.</span></span><br /></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-8872803340089021662009-09-02T08:57:00.000-04:002009-09-02T09:07:16.914-04:00Morning BluesSo this is the new schedule:<br /><br />Work: Mon, Wed, & Fri<br /><br />School: Tues & Thurs<br /><br />Sat & Sun: ???<br /><br />The picture is clear, no HD.<br /><br />So after 3 classes(1 professor was absent and my other class is tomorrow), I think this semester will be decent. Hopefully I will be able to keep focus(who knew that learning about Human Resources could be boring?)<br /><br />But again, I'm humbled at this opportunity so I'll make the most of it.Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-49477241236442103172009-09-01T11:01:00.002-04:002009-09-01T11:29:18.027-04:00First Of The Month..<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">"... And it starts" - Lupe Fiasco</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">You know they say when you see signs, you shouldn't ignore them. Well the writing's on the wall and I'm heeding that advice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">But anyway good people, it's been a minute since I last posted something meaningful here. *exhales* But life goes on. Today's the first day of school and as usual, I'm unprepared. I don't have my books (I'll get them on Thursday) but it's good to have your family there to support you through these times.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I am ready to face this challenge and just hope that I land clearly when the smoke clears. I look at how I've done things and granted while I could've made adjustments, this road traveled must be the one that I'm destined to take. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">One thing I would like to accomplish this semester, is trying to be more engaging towards others. I know for a few that's reading this, it's going to be a shocker because how I'm just the type to play the background. Well orientation kind of opened up things a little bit. But I just need to get out of this shell. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Well I may be updating through out the day so keep your eyes opened..Ha yeah right.</span><br /><br /><br /></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-64809342513511196412009-08-28T09:05:00.000-04:002009-08-28T09:26:25.861-04:00Trying To Say Thank You.Most that know me that I'm not most socialable type of person, but if something is given to me, I'm appreciative of the gesture. I don't like to bother anyone about something because some have that tendency of holding it over your head later. But what I'm really trying to say is thank you to everyone that has played their role in regards to my life. Whether it was tough love, encouragement, reality checks, it is well appreciated. Even those that have a lot going on, I give thanks too. You show that when the chips are down, you rise to the occasion and do what is needed to be done.<br /><br />This next phase that I'm ready to enter, I hope that I still get that support from you. And know that when you need it from me, it's a given. We are all stars.<br /><br />Most importantly, thanks should be given to our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We often take for granted the opportunites that were made for us, but we as people should look to him and say thank you. I know that probably will turn some people off but whatever.Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-19993643308541488142009-08-16T08:06:00.002-04:002009-08-16T08:15:04.553-04:00Why I Love Pearls Before Swine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy2FceDLNoo1SIxztrGkx6AbUCv0dkyKmS01W-XsOuLyh1bqifxvUJl9MicHJkQazdjNJdYQ8qq9GVXJAxAZmImD6sy0pZe1plV32NXTN7UTtB1ihTzS1XQmM6ifEfCQbxmJkss2L2Zga/s1600-h/pearls813.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIy2FceDLNoo1SIxztrGkx6AbUCv0dkyKmS01W-XsOuLyh1bqifxvUJl9MicHJkQazdjNJdYQ8qq9GVXJAxAZmImD6sy0pZe1plV32NXTN7UTtB1ihTzS1XQmM6ifEfCQbxmJkss2L2Zga/s200/pearls813.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370533630777937538" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">True story.</span></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-76595370523382890572009-08-12T05:18:00.003-04:002009-08-12T05:55:08.632-04:00Slaughterhouse<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hiphopfortress.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/slaughterhouse1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://hiphopfortress.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/slaughterhouse1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Four MC's representing from four cities coming together for 1 purpose: HIP-HOP!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Joe Budden from New Jersey, Joell Ortiz from Brooklyn, Royce Da 5'9 from Detroit and Crooked I from Long Beach are the supergroup known as Slaughterhouse. They released their album which was dubbed, Slaugust 11th. From the opening track, they let it be known that it's SERIOUS BUSINESS. On the opening track, Sound Off, you get a glimpse of how they formed together like Voltron. I really enjoyed Joell Ortiz's description of how he's always hungry so that's why he's the torso. On Not Tonight, the gang takes over the track that was once used previously (I know it's a recession but damn lol). Lead single, The One has a rock feel to it. In the last verse, Joe claims he's Melo so he's looking for Lala (Love that line). I'm not really gonna go deep into a review because that could take all day. But the whole album to me from start to finish, is worth the $9.99 @ Best Buy. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As I was telling someone via Twitter, this album is what hip-hop needed. Doesn't matter if you love them or hate them (Folks on JBTV are brutal.), this is what the game needed. Yeah I know Lil Wayne claimed to had brought it back to life on Dr. Carter but Slaughterhouse has it up and running again. This album made me a fan of Royce and Crooked I. You know how you may hear a person rhyme but not really pay any attention to them, well those two opened my ears alot. This album has the feel to take me back to when Ready To Die, Illmatic, The Chronic, Doggystyle, Reasonable Doubt and other classic albums were released. I know I'm gonna catch hell for comparing this album those that I mentioned but that's just me. I know artists put their heart and soul into what they do. (Wait.. some are just pure lazy. Seriously, how can Gucci Mane be taken serious as an artist?) But if I don't get that same feeling that I get when I first heard Ready To Die, then it won't persuade me to go buy that album. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I hope this album sells well because you are getting your monies worth. </span></span><br /></div></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-64345295694834903762009-08-09T07:59:00.002-04:002009-08-09T08:16:02.360-04:00Good Gone Bad<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm here to slay the myth and kill the dragon</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wish I could be more positive but I feel cursed</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Such a bad feeling overwhelms my mind </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Crushing hopes and false feelings may leave your bubble burst.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">So why do I allow this to occur? Disappointment rages leaving my heart scarred and burned</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">So I place you all in the same category. Not fair to you but you haven't been fair to me.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Left feeling vulnerable but you can say that this is a lesson learned.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">So why do I continue to self inflict this pain?</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Knowing that this should've been well over.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I'm stuck in this enduring downfall of rain.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">No umbrellas just the story of my life and no happy results.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just a mess of broken dreams and plenty letdowns nested inside my brain.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wrote it a letter but haven't gotten a reply yet.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">But it's becoming clear that it's not you, it's all of me.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fate was already written pre-birth but I tried to stay illmatic.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Maybe it's something that you notice that I still can't see.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to change the ending but my story has already been told.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Such a bad feeling for anyone to keep in possession.</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">The fate of when a good heart turns cold.</span></span><br /></div>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-56734792293035320762009-08-05T15:03:00.000-04:002009-08-05T15:03:00.787-04:00This Is MeMary J. Blige has a song called Take Me As I Am. The singer from Houston had a song called Flaws And All. Well it seems when it comes to our imperfections, some people tend to overlook theirs and are quick to point out others. Like they were created in the image of Jesus himself. None of us are. As much as we try not to, we tend to judge each other on things that we can or can't control. I know I'm not perfect as I have scars, bumps and other things on me as well. Some just tend to think that they are just the world's gift. Things can change in an instant or it could be passed down to your next generation. So if you can't accept me for who I am, then move the fuck on. No need for you to be around me if I don't fit what society deems as "correct". If I can accept you for your stutter and your wandering eye, then you should be able to do the same for me. Then it just annoys me that those have way more imperfections should be more grateful instead of tearing others down. But whatever, it will be the same ol superficial, egotisitc people that some of you are.Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-12314076835373517472009-08-03T16:58:00.001-04:002009-08-03T16:58:14.190-04:00Friendship LossesYesterday, I had to walk away from it all.<br />We had built something strong in the beginning.<br />Then this unraveled and started to fall.<br />Mostly I'm to blame for lack of communication.<br />We ended up on opposite sides of the fence.<br />Like strangers walking past headed in the opposite direction.<br />Kept it all in perspective, you were making your own moves.<br />Feeling kind of bugged that it came to a halt this way.<br />Wanted to keep trying, vying for your attention.<br />The more that I spoke, the more I started to lose my say.<br />So I'm ending this while it's still fresh in my mind.<br />Hurts deep that the friendship had to suffer at the end of the day.Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-84124295272040114172009-08-02T07:11:00.000-04:002009-08-02T07:11:42.010-04:00Dear Love,<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well once again we have come to a crossroads in our paths. The heart and mind constantly disagree on which way to follow you. They both have the best interests but they tend to view you in a different light. The heart is loyal and will stay down through thick and thin. The mind wants to analyze the situation and do what needs to be done in order to protect the heart. So they battle constantly until one slips and allows the counterparts to gain the upper hand.<br /><br />So where does that leave you? Day in and night out, you have so many relationships beginning and ending. You've been widely appreciated and knowingly abused. You've been kept a secret and overly commercialized. February 14th should be everyday since you take no days off. But what about those that can't seem to reach you? They want to experience that trait you have to offer. Maybe their time hasn't came yet.<br /><br />So many times I've tried to avoid you. But it seems like you placed someone else there. Tried to play things off but you used the trickery to reel me right back in. Like a fiend, I took the drug. Let the high consume my soul. What is the secret to finding success with you? Lord knows that I don't want to end up older in age still searching for that answer.<br /><br />Then I turned to music for guidance. Danity Kane trusted you and now you're poetry to them. Seems like those words will touch your soul. Duffy dealt with you and was left crying at Warwick Avenue. Mary J. Blige made many songs about the joys and pain you gave her. Carl Thomas was left emotional. So much pain funneled to the word through music. They do say that pain can bring joy. Mariah once thanked God for finding you.Tamia couldn't get enough of you. Luther, Barry, and countless others have rejoiced in the way that you made them proud.<br /><br />So it would seem as if we had a lengthy history. Not strangers but not really familiar either. Tried to take chances but ended up avoiding those boundaries. As much as I try to distance myself, we manage to cross paths.<br /><br />So how do we begin this next chapter?<br /><br />Yours truly,<br /><br />Derek<br /></span></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-86712385255094160382009-08-01T01:17:00.001-04:002009-08-01T01:19:10.936-04:00Week In Rewind<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTK36CMb2hF2O2E3bcstHnnD8XIWK0soH0_KmnSyM-t7Ll8JISdwqHY2O3mXG7mfO-hgEMN1KVfa5WGFIWDEQ218FKu1l1ULSdKY8Wchji7rmrigJwtRMsA6B8fnE7Th1o0REEN7EBvjw/s1600-h/SDC13205.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWTK36CMb2hF2O2E3bcstHnnD8XIWK0soH0_KmnSyM-t7Ll8JISdwqHY2O3mXG7mfO-hgEMN1KVfa5WGFIWDEQ218FKu1l1ULSdKY8Wchji7rmrigJwtRMsA6B8fnE7Th1o0REEN7EBvjw/s200/SDC13205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364847199428177522" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XNdW_5wXaFKYlyy6LfXBlkxy2gOhJ3P75qd57FaRxp5wre4q1zXpeoBxo0U59ll1581-TkZuqo4Dwa2gQZmVvnQico0WlWAqwz7_xPVUva0VSefSvYgADyRmXv3PlE-AAcQMK0vrka20/s1600-h/SDC13209.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1XNdW_5wXaFKYlyy6LfXBlkxy2gOhJ3P75qd57FaRxp5wre4q1zXpeoBxo0U59ll1581-TkZuqo4Dwa2gQZmVvnQico0WlWAqwz7_xPVUva0VSefSvYgADyRmXv3PlE-AAcQMK0vrka20/s200/SDC13209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364847195238183410" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QKyPh4XQ2i1Y3DlqvLjizcqb4YCkPWZCtPO55BsiCYUs7mXTHrR6cVKKthmpEsYejzAWo1_7t7v0N6W8QPmnBqNK_fi48H9kUdtSlbMhqki6G1xSgpk2i3QKa65GDCDdE_ZXmFQ1i61P/s1600-h/SDC13210.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QKyPh4XQ2i1Y3DlqvLjizcqb4YCkPWZCtPO55BsiCYUs7mXTHrR6cVKKthmpEsYejzAWo1_7t7v0N6W8QPmnBqNK_fi48H9kUdtSlbMhqki6G1xSgpk2i3QKa65GDCDdE_ZXmFQ1i61P/s200/SDC13210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364847190497749314" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EG0Lb6b549Unm4dkt1malnIuldkVIgXxzEHcOUG0zNgphmtBh1nL0K8BulC6bgkwg_nSJfUDwh0kzQIzSH2wS6XCUGfFLhDCGdVQNnqzbcPyPaKl40TMGlVpzEjzONfw9YsLT1zkAdcD/s1600-h/SDC13142.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EG0Lb6b549Unm4dkt1malnIuldkVIgXxzEHcOUG0zNgphmtBh1nL0K8BulC6bgkwg_nSJfUDwh0kzQIzSH2wS6XCUGfFLhDCGdVQNnqzbcPyPaKl40TMGlVpzEjzONfw9YsLT1zkAdcD/s200/SDC13142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364847188966494738" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />So those are some blurry photos from the Ghostface/Method Man & Redman show.. Sue me. If I would've been closer they would've came out better!!!! But I had fun. I think everyone did.<br /><br />So tonight I saw</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/FunnyPeople.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/FunnyPeople.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Funny People.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />This movie was great. And not just because it has Seth Rogen and the usual Judd Apatow crew but the storyline itself was presented lovely. Aziz Ansari needs his own feature film now!!! But Funny People is a movie about a comedian George Simmons (Sandler) who discovers that he has a terminal illness. So he decides to go do stand up one night and also there is a struggling comedian named Ira who goes on after Simmons. Simmons liked his act and decides to hire him as a writer/P.A. So as time goes on the movie made me reflect on things like life and those you have around you. It's a scene where they are having Thanksgiving dinner and Simmons says something about he never thought he was the old guy until he met them. That's how I see myself when I'm around some younger ones and I start to show my age on some topics. Leslie Mann, Jonah Hill, RZA, Jason Schwartzman and Apatow's real life daughters also star in the movie. But there's one female that caught my eye in this movie:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.wwd.com/images/processed/wwd/2009/04/09/portrait/02-tout/aubrey_plaza.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 376px;" src="http://media.wwd.com/images/processed/wwd/2009/04/09/portrait/02-tout/aubrey_plaza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Aubrey Plaza plays Daisy who's also a comedian in the movie. She was like the weird kinda like out of place female but she caught my interest as soon as see appeared on the screen. So yeah I'm gonna really start checking for Parks & Recreation more often.<br /><br /></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-54125454057674963342009-07-25T23:34:00.000-04:002009-07-25T23:34:18.957-04:00Me Day.<span style="font-size:100%;">If anyone reads this and is confused by the title, then just read along for clarification.<br /><br />So originally, I was supposed to had headed out of town but at the last minute I just decided that fuck it, I'll stay home this weekend. So I went to the barbershop and had some laughs. After that, I was just going to go home but I wanted to stop at Best Buy. But ended up walking down Canton (South Baltimore). They really built that place up over the years. Hotels, restaurants, waterfront properties, etc.<br /><br />So I headed to the Landmark Theaters and I see two of my old managers that I worked @ Muvico with. So I got to see a free movie. But I had like an hour or so to kill so I walked around one of the hotels and sat on the benches and just had a moment to just think. I took some photos as well. (It's the camera whore inside of me lol). Then I realized how close Best Buy was so I went there and I brought The Wackness, Low Down Dirty Shame and I'm Gonna Get You Sucka.<br /><br />So I head back to the movies to see:<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popsecret.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/500-days-of-summer-01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 540px;" src="http://popsecret.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/500-days-of-summer-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It stars Joseph Gordon-Levitt(3rd Rock From The Sun, Angels In The Outfield, 10 Things I Hate About You) and Zooey Deschanel. The story is that Tom (Gordon-Levitt) falls in love with Summer (Deschanel). (Real stretch right?) But Summer let's him know up front that she's not looking for anything serious but she likes him. So eventually, they kick it doing things that couples do. Through out the story it goes on about certain days (hence the title). Kinda like this, you meet someone and things start out cool but then after awhile things head downhill. And those cute lovey dovey days you had in the beginning turns into dark days of torture. I won't go into too much but I'll drop some quotes:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/">Tom</a>: What happens when you fall in love?<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/">Summer</a>: You believe in that?<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/">Tom</a>: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.<br /><br />His little sister Rachel (Chole Moretz) was dropping mad quotables in the movie as well:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1631269/">Rachel Hansen</a>: Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.<br /><br />Quote above hits home.<br /></span></div></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />So after the movie was over, I headed home. It was raining but I didn't care. I was in a great mood, saw other ex-coworkers from the same movie theater.<br /><br />My soundtrack for today was Joe Budden's Mood Muzik 3.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m175/berkz516/Joe_Budden-Mood_Muzik_3_Acapella_Ve.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 302px;" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m175/berkz516/Joe_Budden-Mood_Muzik_3_Acapella_Ve.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Listening to this album has gotten me through many bad days. So I keep this on replay, when I just want to sit and vibe out. I won't go into the quotables, but I did that many moons ago.<br /><br />Other notables during the day:<br /><br />- Discovered that riding the Water Taxi may not be so bad.<br />- Canton is a really nice place to live, if you can afford it.<br />- That love doesn't involve fate.<br /><br />Now I'm off to upload this pictures.<br /><br />*2 Fingaz* Deuce.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-439411665383841487.post-27813420301737705752009-07-23T21:55:00.002-04:002009-07-23T22:02:07.183-04:00Breakups.<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Tear stained face, makeup laced lens</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">This was one of many prophetic signs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">She looked in my face and started to speak</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Voice cracking like she ready to deliver a speech in crucial times</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">She diverted her attention to a small charm </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">The one that I place around her after the first date </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Who would've known years later that this relationship would flip</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Love made us enemies and slowly turned to hate</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">She sat on the bed with many pillows</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Old thoughts of those nights making body heat and feeling her legs shake</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">She didn't want to let go</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Mentally holding on like a boxer not wanting to make a clean break</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Her emotional state making me feel guilty and less of a man</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Walking away isn't easy nor thoughtful game plan</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">But the strongest ones tend to grieve and eventually they'll try to understand</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Tears will turn to cries and then to wails</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Broken hearts will be damaged but repairs will come</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Once the next Superman prevails. </span><br /></span>Mr. Gwumpeeh!®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15700890827794699507noreply@blogger.com1