Funny you should write, as you had been on my mind lately. Been back painitentiary way (parole violation) so plenty of think time.
What happened? Ehhh...there was this whole coop killing incident and you know me: never ran from a possum, damn sure ainbouta pick today to start runnin (to twist your twist on Weezy). I have a release date, but you know how slippery those can be.
So...been here, reading BritLit. You'd like Trollope. Everything's about money for him, in this vicious, delicious, accurate way.
I like the star behind the "LA" over the butterfly. Am I the only one? (Teasing, sorry.) And huzzahs on the definite article snippage. More elegant this way.
Nah, no kids yet, though I don't doubt it's possible to become pregnant just off prurient thoughts about you ;)
Feel for you on the Jimmy Henchman situation. I can imagine how difficult a position that puts you in, &c. I still think the actual murders were Suge-backed, and I sense you think the same, though you know I'm not asking.
Obama...I know he is doing many things imperfectly, but I still feel, after those surreal Bush years, grateful to have a real president. Obama makes genuine decisions, genuine mistakes, understands and cares about what he says and does. Also I think at some point I decided to support him ride or die. There are plenty of people ready and willing to criticize him, and they should. I provide the unconditional love. Why, have you had a change of heart? (Sorry sorry know you're sensitive! But my penchant for teasing may be tied to your penchant for misogyny--just saying think about it.)
Want to let you know--because I'm truthful like that--you are not the only imaginary celebrilove in my life nowadays. I have another, Dan Auerbach, on whose YouTubed interviews I likewise stansturbate. Well and there's Nicki, but I know you won't mind that ;) You could have had my imagination all to yourself, for truth, had you fully met my needs. Anyway, he's a rockboy, half your size but quite equal in swag. If you can get past the sting of jealousy (and indeed I hope you cannot!) you'll find he's mad talented. He did this spine-tingling collab with your boy Chef. (See Dan stan out at 4:53; hear the track at 6:41.)
Random: what's Marsha Ambrosius like? I can't figure her out.
And now, because I care, several helpings of my usual unsolicited advice:
Beefmonster that you are, you remain surprisingly unschooled in the art of Hate deflection. Don't gripe about getting Hated upon. Hate is flattery, remember that. Far better to counteract the resultant insecurity by stepping your lyrics up. No whining about why do I get left out of top tens. Remember the old adage about talking -vs- being about it. Wise man say: You ain't grinding until you tired.
You have something a lot of rappers don't. It's easy to be Kanye clever. The hard part is putting your heart and soul, best and worst of yourself, into your work. You do that and no one can touch you. And I know you're capable of it, because I've listened to "Ol English" about eight thousand times. You don't have to have silken Snoop flow or Weezy wordplay; that's not you. You rap from the gut and at your best its contents pour forth. I know the process is not pleasant, but hey. If it wears you out just lay down some club bangers for comfort. Also, NO ONE's harder than you, so you have nothing to prove in that arena, trust.
Henpecks aside, I can see you're growing and working on your craft and I am glad. This was nice:
Walk through the gates of HellSee my Impala parked in frontWith the high beams onMe and the devil sharing chronic bluntsListenin to the Chronic albumPlayin backwardsShootin at pictures a Don Imus for target practice
The "Pot of Gold" joint seems meant for me and my radio-listening whitegirl demographic to love it, but I'm undecided. The beat is nice, as are your verses, but the whole feels a tad pandering. I say that with love; you know this. Maybe I just haven't forgiven C. Breezy, no fault of yours.
August 23rd! (Sure? [Continuing to give you shit ;)]) Can't wait.
,
Cleb
