Of course!

I almost forgot. If y'all want to hear the blazingest hot political hip hop, you need to go to www.rev1.net and peep the WMD album. Holy crap!! It's sooooo good. Soooooooooooooooo good. Seriously.

I don't just say that about anybody, you know.

But on the real, people have said it's the best political album since "Let's Get Free" by dead prez, which I think is a fairly bold claim, but hey, in this case, I didn't say it myself.

Plus Chuck D has given a loose approval of the work, that's pretty rad, right?

I heard Mr. Lif was bumping it RIGHT NOW, but I don't know if that's true. I just know he has one, cuz I handed it to him.

WHAT.

www.rev1.net

www.rev1.net/wmd.html

Yeaaahhhhh boyeeeeee

Also... (BONUS ENTRY)

Did you know that the blog's spell checker doesn't actually know the word "blog"?

Seriously. That's fucked up.

The pressure!!

So... if I'm going to waste my time and energy writing a blog, I ought to have quirky witicisms to share, but I don't even have proper spelling to share with people. Which leads me to the philosophical question: why a blog? What's a blog? Questions, I mean. But seriously. Is it because it's easier to write some arbitrary bit of self-reflection than it is to write the great American novel?

No. I wrote like ten of them novels, mofo, so step off.

Right now I'm meditating on one, very important question.

"Yo, meth, where my killa tape at, god?"

Do YOU know?

Holy crap! Welcome to 2002!

Yeah boyeeee.

Here it is, my blog. Ick -- you taste that? It's that little bit of bile that comes up every time I say the word "blog". Other words that do this to me are "tweens" and "metrosexual". Actually, any slang that doesn't come from DA STREETS, BIATCH! Na mean?

So, this is my first entry and, though I'm not making any promises, probably my last. Unless I remember to post freestyles on this sucker.

Sigh.