#shits confusin yo

[indica-illusions]

Man don't be active on this girl

I'm for real, white but bullets whirl

Boy my fingers curl

I be on some shit but my roxxa smoke like ganja rock yo world

And I could give a fuck what they sayin

They be sayin they b hittin but we know they playin

Boy my shit confusin, give contusions, boy don't fuck with indica-illusions

I for real fuck your ass off cuz I'm active n I'm stupid

Boy you wanna problem? Your energy be useless

They wanna talk like they ass confuscious

Bitch I keep a tooley

So don't be acting silly on her blog

And I won't have to make your ass some pussy

[wystarrya]

IDing as NB is weird from a certain standpoint to me because like you’re never sure where you stand in terms of attraction? Like where being NB but DxAB [DMAB in my case] puts you in the eyes of straight/gay girls/guys, whether focus goes on being DxAB or ignored in favor of being NB otherwise

And then there’s being not even sure since you outwardly present male but relate more to and have a lot of feminine traits and such

[hiphopsocy]

Ain’t No Half-Steppin’ lyrics

[Intro] Mmm, mmm, mmm Aw yeah, I'm with this I'm just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know And drop some smooth lyrics 'cause '88 Time to set it straight, know what I'm sayin'? And Ain't No Half-Steppin' Word, I'm ready [Verse 1] Rappers steppin' to me, they want to get some But I'm the Kane, so, yo, you know the outcome Another victory, they can't get with me So pick a B.C. date 'cause you are history I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical For you to beat me, it's gonna take a miracle And steppin' to me, yo, that's the wrong move So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food? Competition, I just devour Like a pit bull against a Chihuahua 'Cause when it comes to bein' dope, hot damn I got it good, now let me tell you who I am The B-I-G D-A-double-D-Y K-A-N-E Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many I'm different, so don't compare me to another 'Cause they can't hang, word to the mother At least not with the principal in this pedigree So when I roll on you rappers, you better be Ready to die because you're petty You're just a butter knife, I'm a machete That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you Try to front, so I can chop into Your body, just because you try to be basin' Friday the 13th, I'mma play Jason No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle The name is Big Daddy, yes, Big, not little So define it, here's your walkin' papers, sign it And take a walk as the Kane start to talk, 'cause ... [Hook] Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane "Down the road" [Verse 2] My rhymes are so dope and the rappers be hopin' To sound like me, so soon I'll have to open A school of emceein', for those who wanna be in My field and court, then again, on second thought To have MC's comin' out soundin' so similar It's quite confusin' for you to remember The originator, and boy, do I hate a Perpetrator, but I'm much greater The best, oh, yes, I guess, suggest the rest should fess Don't mess or test your highness Unless you just address with best finesse And bless the paragraphs I manifest Rap prime minister, some say sinister Non-stoppin' the groove until when it's the Climax, and I max, relax and chill Have a break from a take of me actin' ill Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit Next - the formation of words that fit At the table I sit, makin' it legit And when my pen hits the paper, ah shit! I stop and stand strong over MC's And devour with the power of Hercules Or Samson, but I go further the length 'Cause you could scalp my Cameo and I'll still have strength And no, that's not a myth, and if you try to riff Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab Your vocab, I'll only ignore Be sleepin' on your rhymes till I start to snore You can't awake me, or even make me Fear you, son, 'cause you can't do me none So, think about it if you're tryin' to go When you want to step to me, I think you should know that [Hook] Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane "Down the road" [Verse 3] I appear right here and scare and dare A mere musketeer that would dare to compare Put him in the rear, back there where he can't see clear Get a beer, idea or near stare, yeah So on to be want to be competition Tryin' to step to me, must be on a mission Up on the stage is where I'mma get you at You think I'm losin'? Pfft, picture that [Hook] Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Ain't No Half-Steppin' I'm the Big Daddy Kane Mister Cee, step to me [Verse 4] The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in, your father So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that I'm the author I grab the mic and make MC's evaporate The party people say, 'Damn, that rapper's great' The creator, conductor of poetry Et cetera, et cetera, it ain't easy bein' me I speak clearly so you can understand Put words together like Letter Man Now, that's dictation, proceedin' to my innovation Not like the other MC's that are an imitation Or an animation, a cartoon to me But when I'm finished, I'm sure that you are soon to see Reality, my secret technique Because I always speak with mentality I put my title in your face, dare you to base And if you try and come get it, yo, I'mma show you who's with it So if you know like I know, instead of messin' around Play like Roy Rogers and slow down Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take Your title, namely me, 'cause I'm homicidal That means murder, 'cause I'm about to hurt a- -nother emcee, that try to get with me I'll just break him and bake him and rake him And take him and mold him and make him Hold up the peace sign, As Salaam Alaikum!

Power words/phrases count: 23

Lyrics taken from https://genius.com/Big-daddy-kane-aint-no-half-steppin-lyrics

[nubiancore]

Whenever I feel the heavy burdens of life I reach out to a hip-hop verse that I know pretty well.  I gives me a familiar feeling and I feel powerful because I know the verse so well.

Quick tip:  As I sat in the car waiting to interview for my current librarian position, I listened to this song and it totally put me at ease.  Worked like a charm.  It’s a great way to knock off the nerves.

One of my favorite verses from one of my favorite groups  –

What’s Yours?

Hiding like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis making you look twice

Hiding like thieves in the night from life Illusions of oasis making you look twice…

Mos DEF:  Yo, I’m sure that everybody out listenin’ agree That everything you see ain’t really how it be A lot of jokers out runnin’ in place, chasin the style Be a lot goin’ on beneath the empty smile Most cats in my area be lovin’ the hysteria Synthesized surface conceals the interior America, land of opportunity, mirages and camouflages More than usually — speakin’ loudly, sayin’ nothin’ You confusin’ me, you losin’ me Your game is twisted, want me enlisted — in your usary Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin’ glass Walkin’ the street, wonderin’ who they be lookin’ past Lookin’ gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light — rarely stays on Same song, just remixed, different arrangement Put you on a yacht but they won’t call it a slave ship Strangeness, you don’t control this, you barely hold this Screamin’ brand new, when they just sanitized the old shit Suppose it’s, just another clever Jedi mind trick That they been runnin’ across stars through all the time with I find it’s distressin’, there’s never no in-between We either niggaz or Kings We either bitches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts Long barrel automatics released in short bursts The length of black life is treated with short worth Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary That type of illin’ that be fillin’ up the cemetery This life is temporary but the soul is eternal Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain’t directed That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin’ Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin’ Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained Our sincerity’s rehearsed in stage, it’s just a game Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey most of the things that we think, do, or say We chasin’ after death just to call ourselves brave But everyday, next man meet with the grave I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy I’m tryin’ to live life in the sight of God’s memory Like that y’all

Check out the song…

Verses: Knocking off the Nerves Whenever I feel the heavy burdens of life I reach out to a hip-hop verse that I know pretty well.  

[psychotic-and-delusional]

THE GOTDAMN MUTHA FXCKIN FRIENDZONE

OMFG DID I JUST GET FRIENDZONED OR NOT.

WHY YOU ALWAYS GOTTA BE ON MY ISH IF YOU DONT LIKE ME BACK.

WHY YOU ALWAYS MESSIN’ WITH ME THEN 

WHY I ALWAYS LOOK UP AND SEE YO BIG FOE HEAD ASS LOOKIN AT ME THEN 

WHY YOU CALL ME OF ALL PEOPLE AT 2 IN THE MORNING TO PICK YO STRANDED ASS UP...talkin bout you called yo baby sister and shit and she ain’t pick up. So you call me?? Call yo mutha fuckin’ cousin then if you ain’t about this life nigga! 

Talkin’ bout, “If you have my # then why haven’t you used it yet?”

UM CUZ YOU HELLA VICARIOUSLY GAVE ME YOUR NUMBER THROUGH SOMEONE ELSE. WTF. 

Talkin’ bout, “I really don’t open up to people, but I feel like you’re one of closet people to me at the school, like you really know me.”

NO DA FUQQ I DONT KNOW YOU. THE ONLY REASON I EVEN KNOW SHIT ABOUT YOU IS CAUSE I CREEP ON YO SOCIAL MEDIA. 

then i dropped this nigga off...

Talkin’ bout, “ I just wanted to let you know (random info about his street) for future reference”

I LITTERALLY COULDVE WENT THE REST OF MY LIFE W/O KNOWIN ISH ABOUT YOUR STREET. YOU MUST BE EXPEXTIN’ A NIGGA TO BE BACK AT YO CRIB IN THE “FUTURE”

AND THEN Y TF YOU KEEP CALLING ME HOMIE, CONFUSIN ME AND SHIT. THIS THE 4TH TIME. IM NOT YO MUTHA FXCKIN HOMIE. WE JUST MET LIKE A MONTH AND A HALF AGO.

UGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHHGHHG

why is this always so hard. Either I don’t know how to flirt anymore, or flirting with a 31 year old Capricorn as a 23 year old Aquarius is just impossible. 

but its cool. 

I’ma just be Calypso all by myself until a gay man comes along pretending to be straight. 

Same as usual. 

UGH

I swear man...

When I’m finally at a place when I’m ready to sit my ass down and commit everybody wanna scatter like roaches or be just straight up funny acting, or be like “nah fam, lets jus be casual.” OR ambiguous AF, or closed off.

But when I’m like “Nah fam, leave me alone” everybody’s like WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME. 

FIGURE YOUR GOT DAMN SHXT OUT.