“Hater”
By Trevor Simpson
Sept. 11 2007
I'm such a fucking hater, but like that way I see it, it just doesn't make sense.
Like when I first got in to the club scene, it was eighteen and up, and everyone was trying to be a b-boy, yo but it was cool cause everyone tried to out do each other in a friendly fashion..like yo I dance better than you, or I spin better than you, or my threads are way fresher than yours. But it still is was about being part of the music, reminiscent of the raves that we grew up on.
I'm such a hater though cause then I was brought in to the 21 and up club scene and everyone was trying to be upscale. Like yo I'm gonna wear suits and burberry and have five girls on my arm, and we hate hip hop so we go to the upscale club not for the house music but because its upscale.
So i'm such a hater cause these guys all paid my rent, but I was like yo, I'm 22 and fresh, I'm not upscale I'm a rock star. So Enrique and I go out or our way to change or styles, the way we dress, old school rocker ts and hells anges shirts, and we throw fucking rockstar parties where people can just wild out and love the house music, but it was more real, it was who we are. And the girls loved it, the fashion shows, the hottest go go dancers, all the you party crowd would come out... I'm not upscale I'm a rockstar, except for the benz maybe.
So then the upscale crowd looses momentum so they have to like bind together and hate on us like you guys are trashy and were upscale, But I'm such a hater cause when I go to the quote un quote upscale parties, all I see is used car sales men spending all their money on designer clothes and bottle service like yo, were upscale. And I'm such a hater cause I think to my self...dude real fucking rich people don't go to club you fucking idiots...i'm such a hater.
So then our parties keep getting bigger and bigger and one day I notice that everyone is rocking there ed hard or affliction t-shirt and rocker jeans with bandannas and i'm like yo! fuck now everyone looks like me, so i went preppy cause I'm such a hater, but I look fresh in a florescent pink polo like kanye west and shit...anyway
So then I blow up and I get hated on like yo, you're mainstream, and were underground. And I'm such a hater cause i'm like fool when did you ever get arrested for throwing an underground party, when did you get fined by the police for putting flyers on cars. And I'm such a hater cause I'm like dude your'e a fucking dj, your job is to express yourself while pleasing the most amount of people you can and spreading dance music...and i get, well you just play hit after hit that's not djing, you gotta be underground...and I'm such a hater cause i'm like hey douche bag, I'm the music director for the only successful dance music radio station in a top ten market...those records weren't hits until I played them on the radio every day for thousands of people and made them hits...what impact have you had on this city except to make some pretty girls walk in to hear you play and get so board that they decide they hate "techno"
Wow I'm such a hater, I gotta work on that. Cause the truth is, this beat is all we have. This beat isn't trying to be anything it's not. This beat isn't trying to impress anybody. This beat dosn't care if you love it or hate it. This beat isn't electro or trance or drum and base or tech house or ghetto or progressive or minimal. This beat just is. It's so much more than we are because it has no ego, it doesn't want to be liked or loved, it doesn't set rules, people don't speak or kill on behalf of it, and it makes the people that believe in it genuinely happy. I'm such a hater, I could learn a lot from this beat.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Inspired by Documentary "Freestyle"
Yes...Indeed, indeed dee da dee day
Come to play
From Oakland to LA
"Up in 'hneaahre'" is what dey say
OKAY
Ohhright
White boy?!
Damn dem rhymes be tight...
Tight like clothes lines
Hung out to to dry like beef jerky
But dont come wit no beef to me...jerk (e)
Ive been from Miami to Jersey
Sporting Brasilian soccer jeresys
Bahia to Gremio, grab me a game...damn boy lets go
To the 'Baile Funke' show...
And when Im rockin my Flamengo...i be representin Ri-O!
Lets do it my way, rock the white and black
forever my love Olympia of of PARAGUAY!
Cant nobody hurt me
Except sticks and stones
Cause they break bones
Like my rhymes break micraphones
Spittin illmatic shit back forth like
PALINDROMES!
My toxic rhymes--
Bringing hurricanes that knock down Superdomes
Shrunk like gnomes
Allover globes, like my wandering sole
Wherever it lands
Is where the Great White Hyphy's gonna stand
Like on demand>
Spittin flows...in my bath robe
Steamy showers, last about an hour
Getting clean, makin shit
Steam
Etch-i-sketchin my dream
Shake to erase
Erase the face
That gave you this Rhyme
Cause for the last time
I come with clocks
To knock you off your socks
Knock you off you Socks
Like Yankees and Red Sox
Rivalries like tic tock
Hopin for the pick off
And hope to win the series
And lose to the Braves
National League, representin, Hella Brave
Now the Hunger gots to Stave
Off like light switches
Switchin like switch hitters
Swapin like swingers
And always comin ill that American Idol SINGERS!!!
BOOYACACHAÇA
Come to play
From Oakland to LA
"Up in 'hneaahre'" is what dey say
OKAY
Ohhright
White boy?!
Damn dem rhymes be tight...
Tight like clothes lines
Hung out to to dry like beef jerky
But dont come wit no beef to me...jerk (e)
Ive been from Miami to Jersey
Sporting Brasilian soccer jeresys
Bahia to Gremio, grab me a game...damn boy lets go
To the 'Baile Funke' show...
And when Im rockin my Flamengo...i be representin Ri-O!
Lets do it my way, rock the white and black
forever my love Olympia of of PARAGUAY!
Cant nobody hurt me
Except sticks and stones
Cause they break bones
Like my rhymes break micraphones
Spittin illmatic shit back forth like
PALINDROMES!
My toxic rhymes--
Bringing hurricanes that knock down Superdomes
Shrunk like gnomes
Allover globes, like my wandering sole
Wherever it lands
Is where the Great White Hyphy's gonna stand
Like on demand>
Spittin flows...in my bath robe
Steamy showers, last about an hour
Getting clean, makin shit
Steam
Etch-i-sketchin my dream
Shake to erase
Erase the face
That gave you this Rhyme
Cause for the last time
I come with clocks
To knock you off your socks
Knock you off you Socks
Like Yankees and Red Sox
Rivalries like tic tock
Hopin for the pick off
And hope to win the series
And lose to the Braves
National League, representin, Hella Brave
Now the Hunger gots to Stave
Off like light switches
Switchin like switch hitters
Swapin like swingers
And always comin ill that American Idol SINGERS!!!
BOOYACACHAÇA
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Thank you Saul
Put Trent Reznor and Saul Williams together...I think its a dangerous combo of incomprehensible genious...
http://www.ilovemusicvideo.net/artist/Saul+Williams
Untimely Meditations lyrics
The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul
clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence as i take flight on
bolts of lighting claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me i of
the storm you of the sea we of the moon land of the free what have i
done to deserve this? am i happy? happiness is a mediocre sin set for
a middle-class existence i see through smiles and smell truth in the
distance beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter lies are hereafter
where tears echo laughter you’d have to do math to divide a smile by a
tear times fear equals mere truth. i simply delve in the air and if that’s
the case, all i have to breath and all else will follow, that’s why drums
are hollow, and i like drums drums are good but i cant think straight i
lack the attention span to meditate my attention spans galaxies here
and now are immense seconds are secular, moments are mine, self is
illusion, music’s divine. noosed by the strings of jimmy’s guitar i swing
purple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of i that never dies, look
into my eyes are the windows of the soul. it’s fried chicken collies and
cornbread, its corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil. its the stolen
blood of the earth, used to make cars run and kill the fish. who me? i
play scales. the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas my sister blows
wind through the hollows of fallen tress and we are the echoes of
eternity, echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity maybe you heard of us,
we do rebirths, revokes and resurrections we threw basement parties in
pyramids, i left my tag on the wall, the beats would echo of the stone
and solidify into the form of light bulbs, destined to light of the heads
of future generations they’re releasing it up in the form of ohm. Maybe
you heard of us. If not then you must be trying to hear us, in such
cases we can’t be heard we remain in the darkness unseen, in the
center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception, clothed
to the naked eye, five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence
and that's the only fact, in fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and i’ll
telegram i’ll hologram i’ll telephone the son of man and tell him he is
done. leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are
none. god and i are one. times moon times star times sun, the factor is
me, you remember me, i slung amethyst rocks on saturn blocks ‘til i
got caught up by earthling cops. they wanted me for their army or
whatever. picture me, i swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be
today, tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else. i
am simply saturn swirling sevenths through sooth the sole living air of
air and I, and, and all else follows. reverberating the space inside of
drum hollows. package and bottles and chips and tomorrow then sold
to the highest nigga. i swing to the tallest tree, lynched by the lowest
branches of me, praying that my physical will set me free cause i’m
afraid that all else is vanity mere language is profanity, i’d rather hum
or have my soul tattooed to my tongue and let the scriptures be sung
in gibberish as words be simple fish in my soulquarium. and intellect
can’t swim so i stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock.
i’m tired of trying to understand. perceptions are mangled matted and
knotted anyway. life is more than what meet the eye and I, so elevate I
to the third and even that shit seems absurd and your thoughts leave
you third (eye)solated. no man is an island but i often feel alone, so i
find peace through OM.
www.saulwilliams.com
http://www.ilovemusicvideo.net/artist/Saul+Williams
Untimely Meditations lyrics
The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul
clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence as i take flight on
bolts of lighting claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me i of
the storm you of the sea we of the moon land of the free what have i
done to deserve this? am i happy? happiness is a mediocre sin set for
a middle-class existence i see through smiles and smell truth in the
distance beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter lies are hereafter
where tears echo laughter you’d have to do math to divide a smile by a
tear times fear equals mere truth. i simply delve in the air and if that’s
the case, all i have to breath and all else will follow, that’s why drums
are hollow, and i like drums drums are good but i cant think straight i
lack the attention span to meditate my attention spans galaxies here
and now are immense seconds are secular, moments are mine, self is
illusion, music’s divine. noosed by the strings of jimmy’s guitar i swing
purple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of i that never dies, look
into my eyes are the windows of the soul. it’s fried chicken collies and
cornbread, its corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil. its the stolen
blood of the earth, used to make cars run and kill the fish. who me? i
play scales. the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas my sister blows
wind through the hollows of fallen tress and we are the echoes of
eternity, echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity maybe you heard of us,
we do rebirths, revokes and resurrections we threw basement parties in
pyramids, i left my tag on the wall, the beats would echo of the stone
and solidify into the form of light bulbs, destined to light of the heads
of future generations they’re releasing it up in the form of ohm. Maybe
you heard of us. If not then you must be trying to hear us, in such
cases we can’t be heard we remain in the darkness unseen, in the
center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception, clothed
to the naked eye, five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence
and that's the only fact, in fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and i’ll
telegram i’ll hologram i’ll telephone the son of man and tell him he is
done. leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are
none. god and i are one. times moon times star times sun, the factor is
me, you remember me, i slung amethyst rocks on saturn blocks ‘til i
got caught up by earthling cops. they wanted me for their army or
whatever. picture me, i swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be
today, tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else. i
am simply saturn swirling sevenths through sooth the sole living air of
air and I, and, and all else follows. reverberating the space inside of
drum hollows. package and bottles and chips and tomorrow then sold
to the highest nigga. i swing to the tallest tree, lynched by the lowest
branches of me, praying that my physical will set me free cause i’m
afraid that all else is vanity mere language is profanity, i’d rather hum
or have my soul tattooed to my tongue and let the scriptures be sung
in gibberish as words be simple fish in my soulquarium. and intellect
can’t swim so i stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock.
i’m tired of trying to understand. perceptions are mangled matted and
knotted anyway. life is more than what meet the eye and I, so elevate I
to the third and even that shit seems absurd and your thoughts leave
you third (eye)solated. no man is an island but i often feel alone, so i
find peace through OM.
www.saulwilliams.com
Friday, June 8, 2007
Preview-GWH
Gotta post this ish a little bit early by my patnah in crime..Hollan-Daze:
cynically speaking I reek of money and good breeding
politically speaking I'm like Obama– left leaning
meaning this beaming stream
of no meaning
is either a beacon of hope
or dark scheming
been meaning to preen my dreams
of their excess fiendishness
a kind of mental spring clean
the thing it this–
It's the dark side of life that makes the light side lighter
lighter side like comic strips, daphodiles and toddlers
and the light side of life is a miracle
don't fear it bro
it's spiritual
embrace it yo
feel it all
ova ya bodee
like a long shower or a sip of tea
just look at me
I used to be a nihilist
and now I'm free
DAMN!
cynically speaking I reek of money and good breeding
politically speaking I'm like Obama– left leaning
meaning this beaming stream
of no meaning
is either a beacon of hope
or dark scheming
been meaning to preen my dreams
of their excess fiendishness
a kind of mental spring clean
the thing it this–
It's the dark side of life that makes the light side lighter
lighter side like comic strips, daphodiles and toddlers
and the light side of life is a miracle
don't fear it bro
it's spiritual
embrace it yo
feel it all
ova ya bodee
like a long shower or a sip of tea
just look at me
I used to be a nihilist
and now I'm free
DAMN!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Distinguish
Thinking of a day that is soon to come...
And not knowing where these thoughts come from
But they must come from somewhere
And they will always come from somewhere over there
Thoughts of love that distinguish a man
And distinguish a man only love can
23.07.2002
Thursday, May 3, 2007
"Etched in Stone"
In my zen rock graden, I have a stone that has the phrase "Nothing is etched in stone" etched in it. Just want to hear your thoughts on that....
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