Saturday, April 12, 2008

90.

The fuck is up, fawhkbwoi? You good? Shit, I'm straight. My stomach is killin' me, though. I'll be good. I have plenty of time to get better, seeing how my fucking job canceled my weekend shift and I don't go back into work until Wednesday. Niggas are gay, real talk. Can you say no hours equals no money? I could sit at home all day instead of doing this shit, word to my mother. I'm sleepy, though.

Well, I've decided I'm going to do press conference. It's only going to be 10 songs, nothing more, nothing less. I'm dropping By Any Means Necessary sometime this summer. I don't have a set date for it. When I feel like I have a solid piece of material, then I'll give you guys a date. I'm lyrically that nigga, though. My bar game is up. I still get that feel like who am I making this for? I mean, honestly, I can count on one hand all of the people who listen to my music. This music shit is a waste of my time, so why do I continue to do it? I'm extremely slept on. Eh, fuck it. I don't feel like talking about that. Press Conference drops May 2nd. Don't expect a big drawn out mixtape, you're only getting 10 songs. I doubt that goes anywhere. You know what, fuck it. I'm not even dropping it. I'm scratching it all together. The last time I tried to do something, you see how far that go? Board of Directors should have been one of the hottest things heard, but that got no where. I refuse to drop some shit again and it gets no where. Fuck it. Just look out for By Any Means Necessary to drop whenever I say so.

Bae and I talked, we're good. I'm waiting on her phone to charge so she can call me back and I can go lay down or some shit. For right now, I'm sitting here working on a song and all that gay shit. This shit should be cool. I need to get my photoshoot ready for By Any Means Necessary. If my job keeps cutting my hours, I won't have the money to get my outfits ready. Bitch ass job, yo. It's cool, everything will work out how it's supposed to work out. By Any Means Necessary will be out and all that good shit. Whatever, whatever. I also have a project dropping with Ace. I think I shall call him in a bit so we can discuss our project. Ace is co-producing By Any Means Necessary, so yea - you know it's going to be beat. I would ask J. Scripts, but right now I can't count on him or anyone else in GRAM to get their jobs done. If anyone is lurking this and they know any hot producers, feel free to get at me and let me know. I'm looking for all the help I can get.

So, I'm sitting here watchin 8 mile on MTV. I know one of these hoes owes me a movie, though. No words. Bitch, you better watch this damned movie before you get stangled. Okay, my bad. Stop the violence, we love the Lord. This nigga Rabbit about to fuck the white ho. Get it, get it! MTV Porn, word. Lmao @ them fading it out and bringing it back in after they fucked. Aw, shit. This is mad gay. I didn't even get to see them fuck. Type of shit. This is why I hate movies on TV. Now watch, a commercial about to come up or some shit. Fucking MTV, I hate them bitches.

Anyway, I'm about to go lay down or some shit and wait on this phone call.
Be easy.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lmao.

NIGGA I'M DROPPING PRESS CONFERENCE, BE ON THE WATCH FOR IT ON THE......THE.......YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK IT, I AINT EVEN DROPPIN IT NO MORE.














...ok, im sorry. I am gonna drop it.

You know why? Cause...













...I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANY OF BITCHES. FUCK PRESS CONFERENCE & FUCK YOU. I AIN'T DROPPING SHIT.
BITCH.










'The Rants of Chize Capone' by Ace da Vinci.

Thank you.

Chmy said...

BAAAAAAAE!

Stop being so damn bipolar and shit.
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And ew, you want to see Em fuck that ugly white ho? You're twisted my friend.

LMAO at that comment above this one. Even he sees your bitchass Bipolarism.