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Name: Jay Jay
Birthday: 1/20/1982


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Friday, February 08, 2008

All Nighters

I've noticed that sometimes when I pull all-nighters I feel a bit charged the following day.  In fact, it feels a little exhilirating and exhausting at the same time.  So I believe I can attribute these feelings to endorphines.

Endorphines are hormones the body produces when in pain.  They are called the body's "opiates."  They're released in response to a variety of stimuli, not just pain.  For example, any stress, lack of sleep, excitement, depression, even intense joy and laughter release endorphins.

Even though a lack of sleep is unhealthy it's interesting to know why I get those zany feelings throughout the coming day.

So I'm wondering who else is going to read this...  it's been a minute since I've stepped into the Xanga world...  I just saw some tumbleweed pass...

Artist: Nas
Album:  Illmatic
Song:   N.Y. State of Mind

"...  Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind ..." 

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Convention XIV w/ PB's


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Goodphil - front

if you're in Screwston, I got your Friday night plans right here...

March 9th, '07 @ HUE 

...for the grown and sexy...

Pre-Party Goodphil

Goodphil - back

 


Tuesday, October 31, 2006


Monday, October 16, 2006

Bone

[Wish]
"...It's tha 1st of tha month
Gotta grind gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim
I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs
Gonna get a forty, can a thug get love?
What's up?
Try to stand on my corner
Nigga you'z a gona, Saint Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies makin' that money come back nigga get pap pap
From the 1st to the 15th niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save gotta come up
Put my rocks on the cut
When I get high nigga blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash

Gotta watch my back see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts no losses
Dumpin' keepin' this niggas up off me see
Gotta search the whole block
Spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st..."

* Bone Thugs-N-Harmony * E. 1999 Eternal * 1st of Tha Month

Bone


Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Currently Reading
The Millionaire Real Estate Investor
By Gary Keller, Dave Jenks, Jay Papasan
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10 Year Anniversary

Tupac Shakur

June 16, 1971 - September 13, 1996

To the Greatest Rapper... you were a stong ass motherf*cker and you were brave enough to get on the microphone to express your feelings, your animosity and your heart. your influence is present in every hip-hop artist going for the crown today.

you've entertained me with your lyrics, CD's and videos for over half my life and you made me a hip-hop fan but most importantly your spirit remains.

Artist: 2Pac
Album: Better Dayz (Disc Two)
Song: My Block (Remix)







[2Pac]
Damn, take a ride, to my block
My block, that's right!
Heh, Round my motherfuckin way


[Verse One]
They got a nigga
Sheddin tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I've been marked for death, my heartless breath
The underlying cause of my arrest, my life of stress
And no rest forever weary, my eyes stay teary
for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I'm gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we're arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather die
But don't cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain't the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it's like a trap
But I ain't given up on the hood, it's all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

[Chorus: a bunch of kids - see the liner notes]
Livin life is but a dream
Hard times is all we see (on my block)
Every block is kinda mean
But on our block we still playyyyyy
But on our block we still playyyyyy...

[Verse Two]
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to hear gunshots
Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
Black males livin in hell, when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And in a sense I'm sucidal with this Thug's Life
Stayin strapped forever trapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I'm starvin, can't get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can't help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I'm dark
Couldn't quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[Verse Three]
And I can't help but wonder why, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide

Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we're all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can't blame the dealers
My mama's welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit's real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It's a man's world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus... on my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations

[Verse Four]
And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break, right
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it's tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game... from my block

[Chorus] w/ minor variations; kids repeat last line over and over

[2Pac - speaking over Chorus]
Rest in peace to all the muh'fuckers who passed away
From all the blocks that I'm from
One-twelve street, 7th Avenue, New York, Uptown, knahmsayin?
183rd and Walt, my block,that's right
122nd and Morningside, my block, that's right
Decatur Avenue, Baltimore, my block, that's right
And the Jungle - Marin City, that's my block, that's right
Los Angeles, haha, that's my block too
Oakland, can't forget Oaktown, that's my block for sure
And all the other blocks around this motherfucker
Houston, Florida, St. Louis, Tennessee, Miami, Chicago
All y'all niggaz stay kickin up dust
Represent the motherfuckin block



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