Sorry to all readers…I've been slackin on my bloggin. I'm sorry. Let me catch up.
This is a long ass Blog. Be careful.
Grieves and I went to Perkins to grab some late night/early morning food. The cab driver that dropped us off at our hotel was there eating by himself at 4 in the morning. We ordered our food to go then we went and sat with him at his table to wait. This guy had filthy hands…motor oil deeply sunk into his fingernails and he was hovering over a plate of eggs, hashbrowns, a ham steak and blueberry muffin with butter smeared inside of it. He started talking to us about the government and the general deception and disillusionment Amercians reside in… he was one of the smartest people I've met in a long time. Never judge a book by it's cover people, never. We bounced after getting completely blown away by a blue collar savant back to the hotel lobby where we watched coverage of the California fires.
Trouble at home. The front desk girl was a cute Czech and Jamaican mix that made no sense in the city of Menomenie or on the graveyard shift of the Quality Inn. She was very interested in me but at the same time mindful that she was on the clock. Hehe…We ate, then I went to my room to grab a hearty two or three hours of sleep. Ahhh, yes, sleep. The wake up call woke me violently and I took a rushed shower and made it to the lobby first, like I always do. I drank a glass of grapefruit juice while I waited, then Onry emerged and then slowly but surely the van began to fill with Heathens till we were off.
We stopped to get gas in a town called Blake that had a sign that said population 500. We theroized that everyone had to know each other and the sassy flirtatious older woman working the counter at the gas station incited a wildly spun imaginary tale of everyone in town knowing her explicit secrets with an out of town touring rapper…We pulled off/got a little lost and sleep was needed. But Mac and I chose not to sleep while Onry was driving…instead we stayed awake and had a lengthy discussion about pharmacutical drugs and the use of them on kids. We spoke about the falsely diagnosed conditions like ADD and ADHD and the ties the drug companies have to organizations that lobby for the use of these drugs and propraganda distributed in schools to scare parents into getting their kids hooked on pills…etc. When I used to be hyper as a kid the remedy was my moms saying, “Take yo ass outside and play.” Just like the remedy for not sitting still and paying attention was I got my ass kicked. Kids are pussies nowadays and so many parents are idiots who believe anything they are told by capitolist pigs with a degree and a white coat. They are legal drug dealers. It wouldn't be in their best interest to cure problems because they wouldn't make as much money. Dummies don't realize this, therefore I think stupid people should be sterilized to prevent them from making more dumb humans…that's just my opinion though…sorry.
I support the CCHR (Citizens Commission for Human Rights) and I have been fully educated on the myth of psychiatry as a factual science and it's unethical connection to drug companies and the death of millions of children and adults… [mostly ALL of the school shootings have connections to kids being on Prozac or some other psych drug. It is one of the known side effects, hallucinations with voices telling kids to fuckin go nutz and suicidal tendencies...not to mention heart attacks and sudden death...a lot of the drugs aren't even FDA approved but they still clock millions yearly]
Anywho….We got no sleep and we arrived at Colombia, Missouri, and played a non-soldout show and after Mac and my set we bounced to KC to Mac's house so I could be one step closer to LA….Yessssssssss.
Mac has a home…not a boy's pad…but a home. He was hospitable and his house was a mess and I gave him shit about it and it bugged the shit outta him cuz I guess he is normally a clean guy but being on the road fucks yer shit up and he showcased otherwise. He has a cute little award shelf and I took a pic of his Scribble Jam trophy.
I went to bed on the couch and woke up in the morning and walked to Walmart/handled biz. Later the Heathens rolled up and Mac took us to get the best BBQ I've EVER tasted in my FUCKInG liFe. I forget the name of the place but it wasn't the hood spot…it was run by white folks who have perfected the art, kinda like Rock & Roll (sorry Dad).
By the way, did I mention that the Atmos bus lost a tire and they got stuck in Columbia, MO? And they didn't make it to Lawrence till the last minute…then the show got pushed back a couple of hours so when I went onstage I was in-front of a sold-out and anxious crowd. The show was dope and Grayskul murdered it as well…then Mac came out and ripped it down like the hometown favorite he was. He killed it to the the point where a fight errupted during his set amongst the hyped up frenzy.
Atmos really impressed me this night because IMO they did what many groups couldn't do…they fought adversity and circumstance and they won. They pulled a great night out of their asses when a lot of groups would have cancelled the show or just would have showed defeat in their performance and mood. They have heart and character. They earned more respect points from me that night…and I didn't think they could impress me anymore than they already had…kudos doots.
So many fights happend this night. Some jackass grabbed 19 or so hoodies (I wasn't around) but he got chased down and and choked out by security and even Grieves ran out and stole on his homie! (Go Grieves) I almost had to beat the dog shit outta this little indian/black dude fuckhead…he walked up to me and pulled down my bandana….five seconds before impact he said some Hansel shit to me…”Don't do that, the girls need to see your face.” I gave him a pass on GP (a Gay Pass). I told him that I didn't give a FUCK about [beep's] wanna see and I was at work out here trying to get this money.
He nervously replied “you're right, I'm trippen dog” and scooted off into the masses oblivious to how close he was to getting beat up by backpack rapper.
Then, after the show in front of the venue some frat boys were wrassslin…no punches thrown, just some good ol wrasslin and humping on the concrete. I thought it was sooooo cute! I started watching it and I told their homies how dope this was cuz where I come from people get shot over dumb little fights like that…I was jealous.
After that I heard at the after party DJ Sku whooped some other DJ's ass… hahaaa..So much action in Lawrence yet my mind was on going home.
JFK, Grieves and I got a ride to the Kansas City airport at 5 AM (thanks Sku & Thanx Sachi). KCI is like 45 minutes outta town and those two Heathens were in the backseat downing a bottle of Jameson, laughing and freestylin' on the way to the airport. We were all on the same flight to Phoenix then they were going to Vegas and I was going to LA to see my heart and party with my LRG family.We were so bad in the airport. Rowdy, loud and funny as fuck. I was farting like crazy…
We boarded our flight and I passed out on the plane and woke up in Phoenix to catch my connecting flight to LAX. I said peace out to the homies then ventured off.
I caught more sleep enroute to LA. Heavy sleep…snoring loud as fuck on the airplane sleep and it was ruff cuz I was sitting in front of some Hawaiian tropic models who kept running they mouths and giggling like silly whores about some Playboy Mansion party they were headed to and I swear to God they said the word “mansion” 78 times during the flight…It almost made me vomit. We landed in La La Land and I noticed the stink in the air when I walked out the airport. My manager Jeff picked me up and took me to Legends barbershop so I could get an old man shave. (That's a shave with the blade. Then we stopped by Undefeated so I could see what new shoes they had and the homie Brick was working. I almost got these orange Nikes but I stopped myself from giving in to my addiction. (Plus I had no room in my bags for extra kicks.)
Then Jeff took me to check into the Standard Hotel on Sunset and Sweetzer. Nicole was gonna come meet me there and we were planning to get f'd up and go to the Sandisk block party on Sunset featuring Linkin Park, Chemical Bros, Common and Z-Trip and Cut Chemist…I was suposed to perform but something went wrong or Maybe I wasn't suposed to be on it anyway but now I was just suposed to come walk the red carpet like I was somebody…but I'm really not at all.
The other MAIN reason I flew off the tour to LA (besides to be with Nicole) was Kev D/my main doot and Jonas, who believes in me and is one of the owners of LRG's birthday party. And I love them doots to death (No f'n Hansel.)
I got up in my suite and ate some Synders honey mustard pretzel bites and drank a $7 sprite out the mini bar then I took a nap…I sleep texted Nicole the items I needed her to pick up for Jonas and Kevin for the party (the presents). And soon I got a call from her saying she was downstairs. I went and got her and it felt soooooooooo good to see her again (she's so beautiful). And this last stretch was a hard one. I had been getting sick and disgusted with the indie hip-hop scene and tired of people who couldn't dance or wouldn't dance and couldn't dress. But recently I came to the conclusion that our fans are the smartest and best ever so I might as well take 'em where I wanna go. Plus I can moonlight in other scenes because I'm versatile and hella fresh like that. [Spank Rock and Amanda Blank, you need to check for Luckyiam...also M.I.A., we need to do something...in a professional artistic capacity.]
Back to the hotel like N2Deep…We went up to the room and I super oofed her like crazy for a hour then we went downstairs to the pool area to have a cig and to eat the spagetti she made me out of a tupperware container like the ghetto superstar I am. The Hotel manager quickly informed me that outside food was a health code violation and I was endangering his “A” rating, so I complied and he took my home food and heated it up for me and Nicole and we retreated to our suite. Time passed and Nicole had to go to Target to exchange something, so Jeff swooped us up and took us to Labrea and Santa Monica. We were all in the elavator going up into Target and this woman who looked hella familiar gets on at a second floor stop…It clicked and I asked, “Are you Sally Richardson?” She said “Yes” and smiled. Then I got all giggly like a junior high girl meeting one of them High School Musical doots cuz Sally Richardson was the shit when I was younger…remember her from that movie “Posse” and from that movie where Keenan Ivory Wayans was trying to act like Bruce Willis does in Die Hard? She was/is hella fine (Nowdays more in a milfy fashion), then my dumbass said, “I used to have a huge crush on you.” I thought I said this in in a low tone but I didnt. She blushed and turned to Nicole and they exchanged that womanly moment that males know little about…the unspoken “he's silly, ain't he girlfriend” confirmation I deserved. I'm a huge dork sometimes.
Back at the Standard some of our friends came through to visit. I had a huge ass bottle of Vodka so the drinking began. The producer homie I'm making my new album with “Mike Gao” came through and played me some of the mixes he and Marty James have been doing while I'm touring. The new shit sounded dope as fuck…and Daddy Kev will be adding the final touches and mastering. Then we looked at the time and figured it was close to time to bounce. I wore my MF Doom Dunks and a LRG sample hoodie that matched the color scheme of the Doom's and the hood was a Wolf's head…(hard)
I convinced Mike to roll out with us even though he wanted to go home and make beats. On the way down the Sunset Strip to partay I let Mike hear some of the Budo beats I'm gonna destroy and he was juiced. We got to the LRG party and the club was plush…We went in and cameras started flashing cuz we are cool like that )
I saw all my LRG fam. It was dope as fuck and a excellent break from the everyday grind I'd been on. LA is so dope…where else can you order a glass of white wine and have a beautiful bartender with fake titties say, “That will be $13 please.” Wtf!!!
Jonas and Kev D and Kevion finally showed up and they came in like rap stars. Oh, did I forget to mention that the flier for this event said “No ugly girls allowed” or “don't bring any ugly girls” or something to that effect. The funny thing was that the rules mentioned on that flier were all obeyed. Daaaaamn doot. I have a weird/higher rating system but if I used a scale comparable to normal human being, I'd probably say there was a club full of 8.5's and up…it was crackin.
We gave Jonas and Kev their presents. Jonas received a full length mirror from Target, cuz what else do you get a millionaire who loves himself and the way he looks!?! Hahaaahahaa…He said it was the best gift anyone has ever given him. And Kev got Halloween socks that light up and play music and a jar of fake coke as a cruel funny joke. Hahahaaa. (Weird.)
We partied at tables with bottles and took a zillion pictures till I felt like it was getting excessive and sorta BET-ish…
Soooo the lady and I left the VIP section to get our dance on and then dipped back to the Standard to cupcake, oof and talk all night up off of drank till it was time to catch a flight to Vegas. And we were wasted…Stay tuned.
Are you still there? Sorry it's long but I fell off on the blog tip.
Nicole and I got to LAX and she was a hot drunken mess (literally). We checked in and went to the gate and lined up in the “C” line for Southwest being hella loud and she kept yelling “Vegas!” People was looking at us like we were nutz..the plane started to board and we had to wait for the A's and B's to get on, then it was our turn but it was the wrong flight. (That's why they were looking at us like we was nutz). Our gate was next door so we moved over and we had time, so she convinced me to get her a shot/last shot then get some sleep on the plane. I found a bar and found her a shot and I orderd a bloody mary that I didn't drink. Finally we boarded our flight and it was a 9:45am flight but it was still a party flight. (Weird)
I started dozing off and right when I would get into a good sleep she would hit me in the chest hella hard and wake up (asshole)…
We got to Vegas and we were feeling really good. We headed towards the baggage claim area, I was dragging my man purse like a dog being walked on a leather leash. Then we bumped into ANT & Eric and said our tipsy hello's…Why they were in the airport never crossed my mind. Then Sean found us and asked where they were at and Sean blew us off quickly. We wondered why he was being an A-hole but we kept it moving.
We were in motion till we got to the taxi line…it was the longest cab line EvEr. Finally we jumped in a cab and the cabbie said the magic words “You can smoke in the cab!” Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay! We had a nice cab ride till I farted and blamed it on Nicole and she said “excuse me” as usual then the driver was like “don't do that!!”
Hahaaaa… we got to the Stratosphere and the cab pulled up and the meter read $18.20. I looked down and riffled through my pockets and pulled out $22 and handed it to him when I hopped out to grab the bags out the trunk. What I didn't know is that the meter had changed to $21. So the cabbie came around the back and said “Do you always leave fuckin 90-cent tips?” I thought he was joking…but then I seen his face. Then I looked in at the meter and saw the final fare total, so I reached in my pocket to correct my mistake and I told him he didn't have to be so rude about the shit and then he said “Whateva, black people never tip!” Whoa. Nicole went off on him and I just gave him a look. He got them old man/about to get in a fight jitters and at that momment I decided to give him a pass for his racist ignorant assumption. I figured beating up an old russian cab driver wasn't the way to kick off this short Vegas excursion and I knew in my heart that I typically overtip just to make up for my black people who don't tip. Welcome to Vegas nigga.
The Stratosphere sucks. The service was horrible. And I say horrible with a capitol H. I even asked for a comment card to complain, when's the last time you did that? Hahahaaaa…
We put our shit in the room after 45 minutes of trying to check into our free room (thanks Zak from Zia Records). My signing with M.I.A. was cancelled, so I felt no urge to travel 10 miles and a $50 cab ride to Vegoose. So we went to eat at the '50s diner in the casino where our waiter was a waiter and a performer. He sang an oldie but goodie after he brought us some stringy onion rings. I convinced Nicole to get on a ride with me at the top of the Stratos tower and this was a big deal cuz she don't do roller coasters. (At least physical ones.) I got us out of paying for tower tickets and just bought ride tickets instead…we got in line for the fastest elevator in the world and Nicole was talking to herself, asking why she was doing this and praying to God. We got in the elevator and it was 36 seconds to the 108th floor. The man announced this floor was for the observation deck and the bullshit rides that hang off the side and that wack ass rollercoaster that circles it. To get to the ride I wanted, “Big Shot,” we had to go up more! At this moment, her fear kicked into high gear.
She started crying and her breathing was heavy and out of control. Next we got out of the elevator and walked through a giftshop to the stairs that led up to Big Shot, she was wimpering at a staggering rate. I tried to point out that even young kids were getting on the ride…I said “Baby, look at those little kids being brave.” It was futile. Truthfully, I was pretty insensitive.
I'm a rollercoaster enthusiast, so my brain switched to the tower of metal aimed at the sky and the familiar sound of air pressure building to propel me into the abyss. She thought of getting on for five seconds then declined. I was like fuck it…I'm getting on this shit, you can wait. She scurried off down the exit stairs. Big Shot was ehh…it was high. It shoots you up fast. I dunno, I hunt coasters globally. It kinda sucked. At this point I need some shit to just shoot me out of a cannon and drop me straight down through the earth's crust.
After I got off I went to find Nicole and I couldn't find her anywhere. I asked the second elevator lady if a terrified girl went down by herself and she said “No” and she knew exactly who I was talking about. I felt guilty and worried a little then I found her. She was balled up in the fetal position beneath the Big Shot exit staircase! Omfg. She was crying and hyperventalating. I had to breathe in her mouth to help her get the oxygen she needed. I damn near had to carry her to the elevators. It wasn't just the ride, she is afraid of heights and I took her to the very top of the Stratosphere tower, not cool.
Sorry baby.
We calmed down in the casino and my daughther Layla got dropped off to hangout with us for the day/night. Layla was excited to see the both of us. She is a bright little girl and I miss her like crazy…I used to take care of her daily before her mother and I broke up. She is so perceptive. Nicole was acting normal but at some point Layla said, “You were afraid of something huh?!”
We jumped on the beds in the room and colored and played games till I was exhausted. Daddy took a nap and Nicole and Layla went on the girls adventure through the Stratos for giftshop gifts and jellybeans and milk shakes in a container shaped like the tower. When they came back, we played in the room and the whole time doots was hittin me on the kick to go out and etc. JFK wanted me to meet him on the strip with Cassie. My homegirl had a table at Pure. I got invited to a secret M.I.A. performance at the MGM but I passed…Family first. Nicole, Layla and I went to eat at Lucky's! Our waiter was a sneaker head and he flipped off of my Chineese fabric patternd Supra's!!
I ATE STEAK…we dipped back to the room orderd Shrek The 3rd and passed out.
The next morning we checked out of the shitty Stratosphere and went to the airport with Layla. Her moms picked her up (I Love You Layla) and Nicole and I checked in and waited in the longest security line EVER. Three conventions and a music festival had the Sunday rush outta Vegas on some boooshit. We got to the gates and I bought a $4 water. This departure was tough. Nicole couldn't hold her composure at all and the pain of separating was the worst to date. (Sorry baby.)
This blog entry is too long and I'm too backed up so I must condense things.
I get on the plane and Grieves is there sitting next to a 23 year old MILF that hung on our every word during the flight to Tucson. We landed and I didn't have a ride to the hotel so I hopped in with Grieves and his folks and got dropped off at the Congress Hotel, established in 1919, and requested the most haunted room in the building. It wasn't available so they gave the 2nd most haunted room that belonged to a old resident named Vince that lived there for 50 years and they honored his daily rate of $7 a day till he passed 10 years ago. The Heathens showed up and we ate at the spot and shared stories of the past few days. The homie Issiah lives in Tucson and he owns his own tattoo shop called “Staring Without Caring”…he also has done like three of my tats and he wanted me to come through and get something done so I went over there with a passage in mind from The Secret. “Visualization is the process of creating pictures in your mind of yourself enjoying what you want.”
He started working on a script design of the passage and we decided to do it the next morning cuz I had to go on mad early yo. Murs flew into town unexpectedly to catch my performance because he missed me in LA and because he loves me. He's the only guy in my crew that I've spoken to on a regular basis since I've been out on this tour and the only one worth a damn IMO at this point. (Jk/sorta).
I ripped into my first set and did very well. I get love in AZ…Tucson is the first place out of the state of California that I ever got flown out to do a show..Mystik Journeymen and The Grouch opening in 1996. Mac came on after my first set and ripped the shit up as well…I was going back to the Congress to drink because of the $3 ANY DRINK you can order special and I got back right when Mac ended. My second set was one of the best ones I've had all tour…no joke. XP sang his ass off and the crowd was chanting Lucky at the end cuz they wanted more. Yesss. I sold CDs by hand. Took hella pics and
I got money.
Then I got food. Then I went to the afterparty for a little while but it was too crazy…the club was small and packed and they DJ was sick. The homie Pickster One and he was spinning LL, RSE and everything else and people was dancing they asses off and getting fuuuuuuucked up. I had my tat appointment at 9:30AM so I called it a night before I got too wasted.
I got up and got out. Sean called me and asked did I want to share a cab to the airport cuz he and Nate were flying to Austin like I was… I told him I changed my flight till the next day cuz I had my tat appointment. I went in for the tat and Issiah was like “Man, this shit is gonna hurt you.”
I was like, Let's go. He started and it hurt like hell, but then Nicole was text fighting me because she misses me so she fights me cuz her emotions are raging…but that BS arguing helped me get a pain free tattoo. My mind focused on her BS so I didn't feel shit. The tat came out dope as fuck. Love you Nicole & thaaaanx Issiah! (Who, by the way, will whoop yo muthafuckin ass.) I had nothing to do all day…The Heathens hadn't left yet so we kicked it and got to just do nothing.
We watched Monday night Football for the first time this season. The Broncos lost to old ass Bret Favre.
[Lucky rant]
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