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Sunday, December 28, 2008


In mid-January I'll be dropping tunes for download through (see above) Holler!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Golden Age Rap To Make Me Feel Better

Why can't these ni66as SING?!?

On the real joe...what the fucks up?!? If one more person tries to say "Beyonce's a great singer!" I'ma knock they ass out!
Beyonce is FINE, Beyonce can DANCE, but her singing isn't the greatest. Chris Brown? C'mon yaw...get that nigga a lil more Autotune! Worse yet; it's not like hatin' on rappers who don't write but can follow the rhythm of the ghosts writers shit and pull you witha hook-if you can't sing and you're an R&B singer..? WTF?!? Fuck that! If you were butchering chords in a hardcore tune, or hammering eardrums with a bit of distorted guitar, I could forgive you-lord knows 90% of all rock bands' leadmen can't sing for shit, but could you just iono-stop?!?
Your lyrics are about fucking for money or money for fucking generally-be a gotdamn rapper. (That means any ballad where your car/home/jewelry/money are mentioned as a reason she's into you!) Rappers at least know we're assholes and have no problem with it.
The worst shit is hearing some cat who thought he was killin it in his shower while his boyfriend lathered up his nipples talk about how deeply emotional his new track "Broke the Emblem Off My Mercedes" will be.
Check it-Beyonce's "Put A Ring On It"? I liked the video. Two 32D guesses as to why. Beyonce running her pretty lil mouth about "if you like itthen you shoulda put a ring on it" sounds like blasphemy in my ears.
"So, Sine, who has moved you, you snobby little asshole you?" Lauryn Hill, Omar, Jessie Adore and the like...why? Cos if they sing to you live, they can still fuckin sing, and further-you know they feel what they sing about whether they wrote it or simply belted it out. C'mon y'all-I thought we all voted for Change!!

Friday, December 26, 2008

Chief Ikes-January 2nd

Chief Ikes-DM Sine, other DC artists! come thru!

As I roll through Divine Cee

I realize I miss this place-alot! DC was hella fun when I arrived, for all my guys were already here preparing the joant for me!
Ray Gunnz
Vaughn Cee
it was like a Off Da Wall take-over! State & Madison, our "hood" was replaced by Knowledge's Silver Spring Apt, his Accord & my 318. We rolled through the area from stem to stern MD, VA and every District in between, rhyming & stealing in a drunken state (someone should make a song...). The women are pretty, with southern sensibilities & decent educations, and a whole lotta ASS...public transportation galore and they even said "wutup joe!" like we did in the Chi.
Talented cats like Flex & Seez Mics, Arda Mus, Cagsta yo-the shit's rediculous.
Even now with the empty ass condo developments, clean and safe streets I'm digging DC. Knowledge & I are hot-steppin through Adams Morgan, Columbia Hts & U Street with a little gin on X-Mess day with not a fucking soul out reminiscing and talking shit. All it is was a pow-wow session as to the new bullshit we'll be on or rather-stay on together or apart.
Even iller is my pops, hella old but still sharp-minded so we keep each other company. I feel a lil bad cos the cat's legs don't move so fast anymore and my sped up NYC-style step prevents me for being able to walk with him without feeling entriely too confined (not to mention cold!) and restricted, but I compensate by cooking & cleaning for ol Pops. Thus far, shits been cool. Went to VA to see Nakhi, Ayana & Aiden-Loved that. Hope to stop in Richmond or get Kiarri here to DC to really go out kicking it before school jumps off-this is definately some cool shit right now so I give thanks to God and all that!
I'll holler.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

10 Deep

  The 10 Deep shindig at Element (225 East Houston) was aiite..

I was with my boy Ian from school aaaaallll the way in the back of the line when I walked up line to ear-hustle and BOOM!

Drew from X-Men (who incidentally goes to my school's BK campus) was chillin' talking to "The Twins" who did a couple cuts for Psalm One.  

So we did the Chi-York & crew shizzle and I slid in right behind the Twins, called Ian upline and we ran up in that joint, alcoholism ablaze.

Apparently only Heinekens were free (yuck) until 11p (doors opened at 10) and you needed an armband to get upstairs & cut the line-fuck me in the neck with a pit bulls tail-I was on the list and din't e'en know it...fuck!  So we had to hang downstairs with a gang of hard-legs and about two women-but I got to chill with a crew-mate I ain't meet before, Hollywood Holt & Million $ Mano briefly.
Peeped Rose from GoliathRF and Tyneal came through to spit game in my ear.

THe best moments were when the Murder Club reps got onstage

and as Mano spun, Holt screamed into the mic, jumpin from rap to some good-down home booty-house, of which i cannot allow myself to not boogie to! It was almost as awesome as my camera failing to operate!

All in all it was cool, just wish I planned to do something else that night in addition...

Friday, December 5, 2008

Chillin on the ONE

Wednesday, I ran out to Complex Premium Goods 3rd Annual shindig with D-Nice on the tables:

Then ran to the Highline Ballrom to see C-Sick (from the Chi) win the Big Tune Finals sponsored by Red Bull -missed Digable, but caught GhostFace Killah! (Gotta upload the crappy cell-phone shots later)

Chilling with my girl, Mikyung & hunting for my guy Mighty Joe Young of the ALL-MIGHTY-SHOW!! (8p, Wednesdays at

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Nasum - Wrath

Yes I listen to metal. Pretty much all day-well thats until I left my iPod in 3-d Scuplture class. My professor:
Andrea Loefke.

Im finna be eatin.
then I'm finna be hauling a shit-ton of CDs & my 500gb disc down to NYC so's I can play all my buddies on la radio (said with a rolling "r")-oh yeah! can't forget my Pro-Tools set up!
Welp! Till then I'll be scene at Local 121 this week-if I'm lucky-I'll get me a quick run to Philly to check on some of my guys there! Holler!

Oh and one of my favorite Death Metal tracks by Cannibal Corpse:

This made me giggle

Below is the complete email conversation that Adelaide man David Thorne claims he had with a utility company chasing payment of an overdue bill.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Wednesday 8 Oct 2008 12.19pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Overdue account

Dear David,
Our records indicate that your account is overdue by the amount of $233.95. If you have already made this payment please contact us within the next 7 days to confirm payment has been applied to your account and is no longer outstanding.

Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles

From: David Thorne
Date: Wednesday 8 Oct 2008 12.37pm
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Re: Overdue account

Dear Jane,
I do not have any money so am sending you this drawing I did of a spider instead. I value the drawing at $233.95 so trust that this settles the matter.

Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 10.07am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Overdue account

Dear David,
Thankyou for contacting us. Unfortunately we are unable to accept drawings as payment and your account remains in arrears of $233.95. Please contact us within the next 7 days to confirm payment has been applied to your account and is no longer outstanding.

Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles

From: David Thorne
Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 10.32am
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Re: Overdue account

Dear Jane,
Can I have my drawing of a spider back then please.

Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 11.42am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Overdue account

Dear David,
You emailed the drawing to me. Do you want me to email it back to you?

Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles

From: David Thorne
Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 11.56am
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Overdue account

Dear Jane,

Yes please.

Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Thursday 9 Oct 2008 12.14pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Overdue account


From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 09.22am
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Whose spider is that?

Dear Jane, Are you sure this drawing of a spider is the one I sent you? This spider only has seven legs and I do not feel I would have made such an elementary mistake when I drew it.

Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.03am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Whose spider is that?

Dear David, Yes it is the same drawing. I copied and pasted it from the email you sent me on the 8th. David your account is still overdue by the amount of $233.95. Please make this payment as soon as possible.

Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles

From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.05am
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Automated Out of Office Response

Thankyou for contacting me. I am currently away on leave, traveling through time and will be returning last week.

Regards, David.

From: David Thorne
Date: Friday 10 Oct 2008 11.08am
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Re: Re: Whose spider is that?

Hello, I am back and have read through your emails and accept that despite missing a leg, that drawing of a spider may indeed be the one I sent you. I realise with hindsight that it is possible you rejected the drawing of a spider due to this obvious limb ommission but did not point it out in an effort to avoid hurting my feelings. As such, I am sending you a revised drawing with the correct number of legs as full payment for any amount outstanding. I trust this will bring the matter to a conclusion.

Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Monday 13 Oct 2008 2.51pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Whose spider is that?

Dear David, As I have stated, we do not accept drawings in lei of money for accounts outstanding. We accept cheque, bank cheque, money order or cash. Please make a payment this week to avoid incurring any additional fees.

Yours sincerely, Jane Gilles

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 13 Oct 2008 3.17pm
To: Jane Gilles
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Whose spider is that?

I understand and will definately make a payment this week if I remember. As you have not accepted my second drawing as payment, please return the drawing to me as soon as possible. It was silly of me to assume I could provide you with something of completely no value whatsoever, waste your time and then attach such a large amount to it.

Regards, David.

From: Jane Gilles
Date: Tuesday 14 Oct 2008 11.18am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Whose spider is that?


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Monday, November 24, 2008

Movies Im Checking For and New SHIT!

1st: The All Mighty Show!! 8p EST Weds! Me & Mighty Joe Young finna play the Hip Hop minus the R&B! Not just Golden, not just Gangsta, but what ever we dig...which means-if we dig YOUR shit, we'll play it! Send MP3's to and a brief bio:
Who, What & Where-and if we diggin that shit, we finna play it!

2nd: "Equal Got To Me" mixtape is finna drop, so if you aint get your girl a X-Mess present, give her ME! More info on that laterz!

3rd: Movies I'm checking for!
Rise Of THe (Mothafuckin!) Lycans!

This isnt to say that these shits'll be any good (How many Punisher movies have there been now?!?)
I'm just saying I'm cheking for 'em-as well as The Wacthmen, but I'm not hearing good things about it -unfortunatley like Fantastic FOur, I have to see it on General PrincipaL!


(Provided by my homegirl MARY P! to my inbox!!)

Ludacris live & FREE BITCHES!

Tuesday Nov 25th At the Highline Ballroom
431 West 16th St Manhattan SEVEN PM
THat means get there earlier.
Ill be on my way to RI that night so Im finna Miss it, but if you see a stocky swoll white boy in a vest, I'm pretty sure thats DJ BioNYC-you should big him up and slap a CD in his hand!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Well howdy do!
Its been a long time...
Fo sho.
I'm at Pratt. Doing the art thing. I'm on every Wednesday from 8p till 9p with Mighty Joe Young spinning new and golden age Rap. Holler at a scholar: -search Dread Mighty Sine

Monday, August 25, 2008

Things You Do To Get Scholarships

Actually, this is probably my best piece of writing since fuggin High School.

The Question: Why you feel (or don't feel) that people - Blacks and Whites - shouldn't be allowed to use the N-word at their leisure.
by Khary BM Finch

Unlike my elder sons of sixteen & thirteen, and even less-so of my younger children, I know the power of the word "nigger". Not from television, music or in casual conversation, my parents used it rarely- especially if I was listening. Hearing the word before seventh grade, I knew very little of what the word actually meant. I knew that I shouldn't be called as such, but I was hardly aware of the real meaning, being cushioned in all-Black St Thomas, USVI until I was ten. When I arrived back in the states, I began to hear the word much more often, and began to realize that there was a perceived difference not only in my skin tone and a white child's, but my skin tone & that of darker Blacks. You see, my father is as fair as they come. I'm sure he could have chosen to pass, but instead endured the backlash from both sides and maintained his Blackness, more of an ethnic cultural identity rather than one of color. My mother on the other hand, was brown, and more "normal" for the eyes of those who wished to classify her.
In the Virgin Island sun, I was much more brown than my little orange sister, but a year of missing that sun had allowed the yellowish hue to become the norm in us siblings both. Chicago taught me that I was "piss-colored" and to be envied, yet not really "Black enough", so despised by darker Blacks who also lacked the education to "speak well" in one circle and "talk good" in comfortable surroundings. The funny thing about what was going on was that I had always wanted to be darker than I was, darker than my mother, as dark as the Rasta men who kept their ganja above my head at the 100 Steps in Charlotte Amalie, filling my head with their education. I tried to weave it into what the nuns at school were telling me as well as my parents, so when I was told "nigga, you wish you was white don't you?" in Chicago, I was absolutely dumbfounded.Why would anyone have such a thought at all? My parents were middle class & The VI has no "Black Shame" as many of us from the States have. Being that hey own the land and share the vast wealth poured into the Islands from hotel companies & the like. Boston, where I was born was a sheltered life where whites & Blacks only met downtown or briefly on subway cars on the way to, from or at work.
My education on the meaning of "nigger" was only realized when I was thirteen, a day I was with two friends of mine by Belmont station on the North-side of Chicago. We were taking peeks at the new comics we had purchased not too far away and we slipped through a narrow gap between the steps leading up to the "L" to the alley of which we planned to continue to Barry, then walk up to another buddy's house a few blocks away.
An unmarked cruiser saw us and sped directly at us. My two friends broke off running and I was confused-not that I wasn't told-I simply hadn't realized the reality of the situation. Two large white cops grabbed me up and pushed me to the car. I had never in life been so roughly handled by anyone but my mother up until that point. One with a backwards cubs hat dumped my mint comics on the hood, flipping the pages as if he was looking for something, the was busy asking me if I was a faggot because I gasped when he grabbed me by my crotch.
The one who had frisked me flipped me around, got real close & growled "Whats a lil' nigger like you doing around here, huh?"
"Going to a friends house?"

"Why're you asking me?" He glares back.
"'Cause you guys scared me!" I stammer.
The cops crack up at that, then begin to ask me where I live, which I tell my old address in fear only a block from the new one. He doesn't believe me. He surmised that my Mom must be white because no nigger could afford the rent at the address I gave him.
He asked me my age when I told him I had no ID, and what my friends names were, all of which I blabbed-but I didn't know any addresses, and he threatened me more, finalizing his threat with this:
"Do know I could kill you and leave you right here in this fucking alley? You're only a nigger & I'm a cop. No one would give a shit about you, and no one would even ask me about it. You're just a nigger! If I see you again today, I'm going to kill you. You hear me?".
With that I was shoved into the dust of the alley, they jumped into the patrol car & I ran home with tears streaming.
I had no idea what I had done, no idea why two men would hate me especially if they had never met me, and I was confused as to why my friends left so assuredly, thinking I would know too, that I was "just a nigger" in the eyes of anyone who saw.
It didn't take me long to realize that if the police didn't have you cornered, it was better form to run-simply because you could not guarantee a safe home return if you stayed still. You were guilty simply because you were born with brown skin.

Black people have been calling each other "nigger" since we became half-"domesticated" and fully enslaved in this country. Logically, I hate the term no matter who utters it, yet it refuses to stay in my lungs and flies from my own mouth possibly more often than any Polish Chicago cop or Aryan Skinhead. The reason it's "okay" in a sense to use it amongst ourselves is the lack of real fear. Despite the fact that Blacks kill each other more than whites the term does not insight fear as "the word" does from white lips. "That's my nigga!" isn't a term of ownership amongst us, its use morphs as does the term "motherf___er", "Dog", etc. Whereas used by whites, we still feel the tinge of fear, and our "fight or flight" jumps from our instinct settings and prepares for the worst. I have white pals who use the word. Funny thing is, some of these guys are niggers in a literal translation, and some have absolutely no other experience other than the "white boy born in the ghetto" experience. I let them slide, where a man only five years older would not. While I will go outside and chastise my 13 year old sons white friends for using the word out here in a former mill town of 2000 in Rhode Island, my 13 year old son gets embarrassed when I do so, or when his 16 year old brother lets his white peers know he does not want to hear that word. While I use it profusely around my male friends, I do not do so in front of my children, or for that matter, my white co-workers.
I believe that as racism here slowly and agonizingly peters out in the States, where it is very long and drawn out-due to Blacks exaggerations & whites playing down our ethnic differences, I think the word will lose it's effectiveness as "cracker" holds no real effectiveness to a white man.
When this occurs more obviously, people in America will think more along the lines of "I'm American" rather than "I'm Black". I ask myself, do I want that? I am not really sure. I want my children, & their children to marry Black, but if the US becomes more like Europe, with racism being a problem more of a nuisance rather than a plague, where "nigger" might get you beaten up by the white friend of the Black man you may be trying to offend, that may not be the case. This being the problem from what I've experienced & see, I do not believe I can answer that question, for it is an opinion, and only time will be able to sort out the fact.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Where the fuck is he?!?

I, my peoples am still in Rhode Island, and yes...I will be in Brooklyn August 27th till at the very least the year 2010...if not forever.
My fam is moving to VA like-at the exact same time so I gotta move them, myself and my crap simultaneously. What's my new address? Fuck if I know. I aint got a place yet, but those who need to know will get the email! When I'm not packing, I can be found at Local 121-where I train myself to suffer the lack of deoderant in true Hipster tradition while dancing to funky beats. I shall be thar this Monday, then Friday & Saturday in & out as I hop between 121 & the Black Rep!


Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Yaw Wanted to Know

Major x Orisue? Major Safari cap? I been a bit hassled over these two tops since I got them.

And the majority of my current wears:

are from Sneaker Junkies

Wednesday, July 2, 2008


My homie Griffen sped to the West while I moved East-and we both still rippin shit. Anyone I'm even vauguely interested in as far as music will get a time to shine right quick on hurrr...!

Friday, June 27, 2008

The Wacky World Of Public Transportation

So I went to Boston Thursday to try and jump in at MGH clinic for my chest prolems, and...
it wasn't there!! Yay! NOW whatoeyedo? Oh yeah! Karma Loop, Bodega, Yaambo! So I 50 cented Yaambo, went to Bodega (which closes at 6p apparently) and then to KarmaLoop and browsed until I met up with Yaambo and we caught up on things.

I shall now skip those things.
It used to be that at 12.01a any given weekday morn, you could be back in Prov in about an hour & even have a minute or so to get the last bus to my crib in the styx.

So -after running to the OJ line, running to switch to the Tomato line and then running up the South Station stairs and bowing over security posted to keep our coach bus system terror-free, butting in line only to find out that there's no bus till 2:15a! Yay! TWO HOURS OF NOTHING TO DO IN BOSTON?! YES!!

So What did I do? I went into graffitti writer mode! No I didnt scribe my handcock on nothin, I just played "urban ninja" with the meth & crack heads of Bostons' Chinatown. A dangerous game to be sure, since I actually did have cash, nice gym shoes & and energy drink bumpin Ardimus "When Nothing Goes Right" (iTunes yaw-get that).
I went through several Chinatown alleys, slipped into a Gentleman's bar to see a few nekkid chicks, got all the way up the ramp of South Station's Bus Terminal and walked a few blocks of tracks along the T commuter rail.

If I had a can, I probably would have missed my 2:15 bus to Prov.. (nostalgic pause)

-ill continue this later...

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

The Video! Take Yo Vee's

This is my hella ameteur (but came out decent amazingly enough!) jaunt in to video directing/editing/shooting/everything. Featuring the lovely towns of Boston, Providence, New York, Philly, DC, Richmond & Chicago! I love running about the cities & I figured Take yo Vees would be better off as the premier DIY vid. (All jock-holding comments greatly encouraged!)

the project I was working on with MBD? Where is it? It's in a Guantanamo cell, nekkid with a bible shoved up its ass, leashed to a german shepherd's penis.

the 2008 Projects are as follows:

"Equal Got To Me" mixtape
"Chicago & Beyond" mixtape "The Fights Over"
& the 8 song CD "Empire of Ashes" featuring beats & lyrics by (wait for it!) me! I know, what a concept!
I'm shooting for November, with the mixtapes coming out whenever I get around to them...

I'm also working on two other projects with Maf Maddix of Ninja Science (North Carolina) & another with Marcus Garvey Lite (DC/ATL) & my kid brother Kikuyu Allah (Chicago/BKLYN)
Maf Maddix & I are doing a project called "Black Nationalist Porn" as a split CD of 20 tracks, & MG, Kikuyu & I are Typical Stereo Negros in "The Negro Problem".

Stay tuned!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Another fuckin rapper got a gat-damn blog.

Yes me hearties! and it's ME! I'm that other fuckin rapper! Yay!
So..what will I be blogging about? Crap! Because if I blogged about relevant shit, no one would read it, except the evil big brother corporate government alien conspirators... Since I'd rather be free than sharing a cell in a ghost-penn with Fox Mulder we will talk about my hatred of white people, fashion, gym shoes, the scourge of Bravo! on cable networks and plagerising other blogs to make it seem as if I have a cool ass life doing shit everybody wish they could.
With that being said, I'm going to go about my mundane existance-after I try again to grab the ULTRA RARE Jordan Phly's off Ebay (if anybody know where to grab these anywhere else, lemme know!), throw on my fat truck jewelry and have sex with some random model. JEEVES!! GET THE KEYS TO THE BUGATI!
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