I know this kinda late notice, but I will be performing for Wicked Souths Halloween Bash tomorrow night. First performance from me in months and Im kinda excited, so heres what you need to:
Where: Thai Lai Cafe on Pawnee & Hillside next to the El Super Del Centro
Time: 7:30 pm
Cost: $10
Theres also a costume contest with a 100 dollar prize.
Wicked South, LP, Mike Game, & Rookie will all be performing as well as other artists. Come support some local hip hop, most importantly come support ILLPRINT!!!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
FRIDAY!!!FRIDAY!!!FRIDAY!!!!
Friday I will be finally releasing the much delayed "Reckless Abandon" mixtape. Though it did not turn out how I originally envisioned, I am still quite proud of it. I originally planned to have no guest spots on it. But I ended up using some tracks I did with K Sleep and Ceza, and then threw Self Inflict with Madhatter on it. Also planned to use more original production, but I will be saving those songs for the next mixtape.
Speaking of the next mixtape, its called "WHITE/BLACK", kind of a play of mixed race. Seeing how Im both white and black I figured I go into that more. Speak on what people say is the "white side" of me (i.e. Kevin Smith movies, Marlboros, Pearl Snap Shirts, Rock music) and people say is my "black side" of me (Heavy use of the word nigga, sagging jeans, Nikes, hip hop, New Era fitted caps) just shit like that.
Ill drop the first single from it 2nd week of November, its titled "Speeding" and is produced by Rock It Productions, the people who produced "Self Inflict". Im aiming towards a late December, early Janurary release for it.
Well kiddies thats all for now, later dude
Friday, October 24, 2008
Get Ready Im Taking It There
Ladies and Gents, next week Chaos "I Am The Dub" and Mike Game "Reckless Abandon" will be finished and on the streets. Soon after that is the Michael Guesby EP "I Fuckin Hate You". Basically Im doing a Maroon 5, with their "Songs About Jane". The Notorious K.A.I. I asked me where the "Wildflower 3" was. "Wildflower 2" is the infamous song about an ex I recorded and it just ethered her soul. I promised K.A.I. that I wouldnt do something like that to her. But fuck that, its been almost a month and shes out with gettin it in with a few differents dudes, on some hoe shit. Making my 2 years with her seem so much less than what they were.
So Im basically gon put out 6 songs about how much I fucking hate her. How much I regret meeting her. And how I blame Yolie for all this. Blame Yolie for what you say? Had Yolie not been on my yahoo messager while I was recording when K.A.I. hit me up, I wouldnt even know her today. And quite frankly, Id be better off had her existance never been made apparent to myself.
"I Fucking Hate You" will mark Game's venture into another hip hop sub-genre, Emo-Rap (which my fav group Atmosphere hates, but it fits). There may be some semi nice things on there about her, but I highly fucking doubt it. Plus, I just thought about this idea 5 minutes ago. Rookie has been gettin on me about not releasing shit, cuz I dont want to release shit til I think its perfect. Im kinda like Dre in that sense. Except Im not producing hiphop masterpieces, Im just rapping about shit over beats, some original, others from industry cats.
All Im saying is, Im fucking mad. And Im always fucking mad way before the disintegration of what was "us". But this shit just grinds my gears (word to Peter Griffin).
So tonight, Ima finish the last 4 cuts for R.A., lace my vocals for Woda n Ceza's projects, go see Saw V, and then go to the club and mack on some strange.
I kept myself away from nonpersona loose nookie out of respect for a 2 year relationship, but fuck that son. I aint a meterologist, but I predict its gon be raining bitches (word to Clevland Brown)
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Live From Illprint, ITS SATURDAY NIIIIIIGHHTTT!!!
Whats good disloyal unfaithful Illprint diaries readers. Its saturday, needless to say my ass backwards schedule gives me sunday and monday off from work. Which is cool, cuz I get to go to bars and get in on those sunday specials yal niggas cant get cuz ya gotta work monday. Today was another day in which I hate being Mike Game. Well, its to the point people are starting to recognize me as Mike Game the rapper. I was Quik Trip gettin a pork rib sandwich, some jack links beef jerky, a red bull, and a pack of marlboro menthol lights when the clerk asked "Do I know you?" and I said "Um, I usually roll Presto so I dont think so", she said "Yeah I do, you got that song bout gold cards" and I said "You mean Its Gold Card Go Home or Go Hard, Nigga?" she laughed and said "Yeah, aint you Mike Game?". I said "Indeed I am, pretty lame huh?" she said "Not at all, Ive never met a myspace rapper", I replied "You must not get out much". I mean it was kinda cool, because she acted as if I was some important in the world, and also because she recognized me cuz of a song.
The other day at Journey's this happened as well. Some gals who work at a certain negro club where negros frequent wanted me to attend their venue this evening. I told them I dont go to clubs cuz I dont feel like paying money to get my shoes stepped on, to get in a fight, or quite possibility shot in the face. She asked for my name. I told her "Mike Game". And she replied with "The rapper?" So I said "Ummm unfortunately yes I do rap, howd you know". She said "You know _______". I said "Yeah I know them we were supposed to work together". Then she said "Yeah _____ really likes some of the stuff you do".
:::::PAUSE:::::
Another case of someone telling me something positive that another rapper said bout me. This is what makes me fucking mad. Someone told me that another rapper who always talks shit to me to my face referred to me as "fucking lyrically insane". Which was both a compliment and a slap in the face. Whats with rappers being bitchmade towards other rappers? I say I like what XV n Rookie are doing despite the very prominent beef between us.
Anyways kids Im back to working on some more of "Reckless Abandon" before I step out and get my drink on in my new Stussy button up. You Wichita niggas need to diversify your wardrobe.
November I believe I will begin work on the album "Cashmere Thoughts And Dreams Deferred". Which will be Wichita's first classic album. I see Ive got compitition with "The Kid With The Green Back Pack". His only X factor is Seven. My X Factor??? Babies Making Babys and DJ Chris on the beats. Oh you dont who they are? Good. Cuz youre about to.
Mike Game is the best rapper in the world. Alot MC's do alot of shit, but none of them do what I do. Im also working on the EP with local nerdcore artist Madhatter of Scrub Club records, that EP is called "Village Park". Also got shit going with T Spence from Detroit, Ceza Dejanero from Philladelphia and Cobra from East London.
In the infamous words of my 3rd best friend Yolie (Its goes K Sleep, Ceza, and Yolie, no homo for counting besties).... "LATER DUDE, CHUCKING UP THE DUECE LIKE IM A SKATER DUDE"
The other day at Journey's this happened as well. Some gals who work at a certain negro club where negros frequent wanted me to attend their venue this evening. I told them I dont go to clubs cuz I dont feel like paying money to get my shoes stepped on, to get in a fight, or quite possibility shot in the face. She asked for my name. I told her "Mike Game". And she replied with "The rapper?" So I said "Ummm unfortunately yes I do rap, howd you know". She said "You know _______". I said "Yeah I know them we were supposed to work together". Then she said "Yeah _____ really likes some of the stuff you do".
:::::PAUSE:::::
Another case of someone telling me something positive that another rapper said bout me. This is what makes me fucking mad. Someone told me that another rapper who always talks shit to me to my face referred to me as "fucking lyrically insane". Which was both a compliment and a slap in the face. Whats with rappers being bitchmade towards other rappers? I say I like what XV n Rookie are doing despite the very prominent beef between us.
Anyways kids Im back to working on some more of "Reckless Abandon" before I step out and get my drink on in my new Stussy button up. You Wichita niggas need to diversify your wardrobe.
November I believe I will begin work on the album "Cashmere Thoughts And Dreams Deferred". Which will be Wichita's first classic album. I see Ive got compitition with "The Kid With The Green Back Pack". His only X factor is Seven. My X Factor??? Babies Making Babys and DJ Chris on the beats. Oh you dont who they are? Good. Cuz youre about to.
Mike Game is the best rapper in the world. Alot MC's do alot of shit, but none of them do what I do. Im also working on the EP with local nerdcore artist Madhatter of Scrub Club records, that EP is called "Village Park". Also got shit going with T Spence from Detroit, Ceza Dejanero from Philladelphia and Cobra from East London.
In the infamous words of my 3rd best friend Yolie (Its goes K Sleep, Ceza, and Yolie, no homo for counting besties).... "LATER DUDE, CHUCKING UP THE DUECE LIKE IM A SKATER DUDE"
Monday, October 13, 2008
2 New GSC Tracks From "Fresh... For You"
Ok so this is the cover to Reckless Abandon. But, me and Kortez "K Sleep" Byrd recording 6 tracks in one night, so we're going to just slap together an online mixtape of our shennanigans. So first we got "Cant Have What You Like" an Ill-mix of T.I.'s "Whatever You Like" which us tellin bitches they cant have a GOD DAMN thing. Also, we got "Them Hoes Like" an Ill-mix of Ludacris' "What Them Girls Like" with us saying we know what hoes like. Not girls, but bitches.So here ya go:
"Cant Have What You Like": http://sharebee.com/a4837571
"Them Hoes Like": http://sharebee.com/e223df73
Thursday, October 2, 2008
R.I.P. Sylvia "Granny" Guesby
So yesterday I celebrated my 21st birthday, only to get a call mid afternoon that my beloved Grandma died. And I got the call at Cd Tradepost, and in mid-sale, I fall to my knees and cry. I fucking Grandma is dead. I cant focus, I cant deal. But yet, I went to the back, manned up and finished the day. Went home, copped a bottle of EnJ X.O. (Ive heard of its existance, but never had it, so I copped it. Stronger than my usual VSOP aka The Blue Cap, but way smoother. Which led to me getting drunker faster because the usual "let me put this down" feeling I get from a shot of the blue cap wasnt there since the x.o. went down way easier). So I get drunk, pass out, wake up at 8:30, and by 9:05 I was back at CD Tradepost.
I tried to resist calling my dad. I mean what do you say to your dad when his mom dies? I mean thats my grandma, she raised ya boy during the FL years (1996-2001) but she raised him for 18 years. His connection to her isnt like mine to her. I really was at a lost for words. But he called me first.
:Phone Rings:
Mike "Yoooo"
Dad "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Mike "Talk about what?" (as if I didnt know)
Dad "Grandma"
Mike "No, not really, nah"
Dad "Ok, did you get my card?"
Mike "Yeah about that, that gift card only had 14 bucks on it"
Dad "I paid for 25"
Mike "Yeah I know, but there was monthly charge of 4 bucks since you bout it in september and today is now october, and when I bought that T.I. cd, the cd was 10 but the card took up a 3 dollar spending fee"
Dad ::laughs:: "Fuck, Id have been better off just giving you the money"
Mike "Or buying me ProTools like we agreed"
Dad "I got a feeling if I get you that ProTools you wont use it, like that bike I bought you"
Mike "Dad, that was in fucking 9th grade, and 3 months later I bought that car, the fuck Ima ride a bike for?"
Dad "Im just saying, you and your sister got a thing for asking for shit and not using it, like that GameCube I bought her"
Mike "Dad, ProTools is the industry standard, Ill use it for recording, and you know Im always recording. Plus, I can charge bullshit ass wannabe rappers 40 bucks an hour to record their shitty music"
Dad "Do I get a piece of that ?"
Mike "Who the are you Tony Soprano, fuck outta here (in Mobster voice)"
Dad ::laughs:: "Alright, we'll talk on that later, go to your moms"
Mike "I was already there, shes fucking up again, and I cant understand the fuck shes saying"
Dad "Hmm, well Ill call her, Ill call you later with the details"
Mike "For sho"
Dad "Later"
Mike "Laaaaate"
----------------------------------------------------------------------
And yes, thats how I really talk to my dad, in fact thats how I talk to everyone
Me n my dad basically spoke as if this were last week and my grandma was still around. And it kills me, I havent seen my grandma since my high school graduation. Which was 2 and a half years ago. And before that? I saw her 2 years after we left FL. So all in all, I saw my grandparents, twice in the last 6 years Ive fucking lived in Wichita. And now, Ill never see my grandma again, ever. And it hurts way more than anything. I mean I know my friends lose family members they see everyday, and it sucks. But to lose someone close that you havent seen in years is devastating to say the least.
On top of that, I have to work. Why? Cuz you dont work you dont eat. Sure I got a stack saved away for a rainy day. And this is day thats not good, but I cant miss work. I need to find a new apt. I got legal fees to pay. Major shit.
I loved my grandma, she was my fucking 6th grade math teacher, and it sucked bad. Then in 7th grade, Im chillin and shit. Doing work on some street football. She comes through in the 99 green caravan and told me my mom n my sis (T Gues!!) to pack a weeks worth of clothes. So we did. And for what?! To go to fucking disney world. Now that may sound cool. But nigga I was 13, the fuck I wanted with a Disney World?! Plus we only went to Epcot and Magic Kingdom, only the gayest parts of Disney World. But it was a week vacation from the ghetto, so I was down.
Dont get it twisted. Dont let my stories of Busch Gardens, Disney World, and Florida Keys trips fool you. My family was fucking poor, and we lived in the ghetto. My grandparents would swoop in from time to time to show us the better side, but once that was over, back to the ghetto we go.
Plus, I got yelled at the whole trip because of the contents of my backpack: Source Magazine, XXL Magazine, Vibe Magazine (pretty much the shit I have now), my rhymebook, my cd player, WW(E)F Magazine, and my Triple H and Undertake Figures. Which cds? Fuck. This was 99-00? So prolly Lights Out, 400 Degreez, and Hard Knock Life. (I say it all the time, it wasnt til 01 that I become the hiphop head I am today. I mean Ive been down with hip hop since I was 5, its just that I was usually rocking whatever MTV, BET, and that nigga 3 grades higher than I told me was hot).
She found my rhymebook, and beat me with her shoe. And my grandma wasnt your typical hood grandma. Nigga you ever been hit with a Gucci flat? That shit is insulting on so many levels. Yes, my grandma loved to shop, and she fucking had a masters in education and shit. So, she could afford to pop tags. She also loved Doral cigerettes and Bingo. Fuck I remeber when I was 11 and was having a terrible asthma attack. Her and my mom drive to the hospital, smoking the whole way there. It was terrible.
But my grandma loved me and T Gues, no doubt. At times she was selfish, but she was an only child, and worked hard to get her what she wanted, so fuck whoever had a problem. But she'd always show major love on them bdays and Christmas. Take us out to Macy's to get our gear right for Easter. Always let you supersize at McDonalds, though she knew you wouldnt eat nowhere near all of it. She even let me eat cookies and shit for breakfast, but then bring out said shoe. She'll tell you No only one time, if you go against that, you got the shoe. Or tv remote. Or a math book. I FUCKING MATH BOOK NIGGA!!!
So, sunday Ill be flying down to FL for the Funeral, and seeing my Gramps. Since Im 21, and my gramps is an alkie (albeit, a retired responsible alkie) we'll prolly be getting drunk together, crying and shit.
Thing is, my dad is moving my gramps up from Florida to live with him and my mom. And my dad and my Aunt Gina (his sister) dont wanna sell the house. They want someone from the family to live there. And T Gues is in college. So they want me to take the house. Im considering it. Ive missed FL so much for the the longest, you dont even know. But I'd have to start from scratch. And more than likely leave Illprint behind. ITs a 3 bedroom house, but I doubt anyone wants to move away from they family. Ill be there by myself. Maybe link up with some local rap group there I know.
Anyways, back to slangin all access cards, and paying people for their shit.
Late
I tried to resist calling my dad. I mean what do you say to your dad when his mom dies? I mean thats my grandma, she raised ya boy during the FL years (1996-2001) but she raised him for 18 years. His connection to her isnt like mine to her. I really was at a lost for words. But he called me first.
:Phone Rings:
Mike "Yoooo"
Dad "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Mike "Talk about what?" (as if I didnt know)
Dad "Grandma"
Mike "No, not really, nah"
Dad "Ok, did you get my card?"
Mike "Yeah about that, that gift card only had 14 bucks on it"
Dad "I paid for 25"
Mike "Yeah I know, but there was monthly charge of 4 bucks since you bout it in september and today is now october, and when I bought that T.I. cd, the cd was 10 but the card took up a 3 dollar spending fee"
Dad ::laughs:: "Fuck, Id have been better off just giving you the money"
Mike "Or buying me ProTools like we agreed"
Dad "I got a feeling if I get you that ProTools you wont use it, like that bike I bought you"
Mike "Dad, that was in fucking 9th grade, and 3 months later I bought that car, the fuck Ima ride a bike for?"
Dad "Im just saying, you and your sister got a thing for asking for shit and not using it, like that GameCube I bought her"
Mike "Dad, ProTools is the industry standard, Ill use it for recording, and you know Im always recording. Plus, I can charge bullshit ass wannabe rappers 40 bucks an hour to record their shitty music"
Dad "Do I get a piece of that ?"
Mike "Who the are you Tony Soprano, fuck outta here (in Mobster voice)"
Dad ::laughs:: "Alright, we'll talk on that later, go to your moms"
Mike "I was already there, shes fucking up again, and I cant understand the fuck shes saying"
Dad "Hmm, well Ill call her, Ill call you later with the details"
Mike "For sho"
Dad "Later"
Mike "Laaaaate"
----------------------------------------------------------------------
And yes, thats how I really talk to my dad, in fact thats how I talk to everyone
Me n my dad basically spoke as if this were last week and my grandma was still around. And it kills me, I havent seen my grandma since my high school graduation. Which was 2 and a half years ago. And before that? I saw her 2 years after we left FL. So all in all, I saw my grandparents, twice in the last 6 years Ive fucking lived in Wichita. And now, Ill never see my grandma again, ever. And it hurts way more than anything. I mean I know my friends lose family members they see everyday, and it sucks. But to lose someone close that you havent seen in years is devastating to say the least.
On top of that, I have to work. Why? Cuz you dont work you dont eat. Sure I got a stack saved away for a rainy day. And this is day thats not good, but I cant miss work. I need to find a new apt. I got legal fees to pay. Major shit.
I loved my grandma, she was my fucking 6th grade math teacher, and it sucked bad. Then in 7th grade, Im chillin and shit. Doing work on some street football. She comes through in the 99 green caravan and told me my mom n my sis (T Gues!!) to pack a weeks worth of clothes. So we did. And for what?! To go to fucking disney world. Now that may sound cool. But nigga I was 13, the fuck I wanted with a Disney World?! Plus we only went to Epcot and Magic Kingdom, only the gayest parts of Disney World. But it was a week vacation from the ghetto, so I was down.
Dont get it twisted. Dont let my stories of Busch Gardens, Disney World, and Florida Keys trips fool you. My family was fucking poor, and we lived in the ghetto. My grandparents would swoop in from time to time to show us the better side, but once that was over, back to the ghetto we go.
Plus, I got yelled at the whole trip because of the contents of my backpack: Source Magazine, XXL Magazine, Vibe Magazine (pretty much the shit I have now), my rhymebook, my cd player, WW(E)F Magazine, and my Triple H and Undertake Figures. Which cds? Fuck. This was 99-00? So prolly Lights Out, 400 Degreez, and Hard Knock Life. (I say it all the time, it wasnt til 01 that I become the hiphop head I am today. I mean Ive been down with hip hop since I was 5, its just that I was usually rocking whatever MTV, BET, and that nigga 3 grades higher than I told me was hot).
She found my rhymebook, and beat me with her shoe. And my grandma wasnt your typical hood grandma. Nigga you ever been hit with a Gucci flat? That shit is insulting on so many levels. Yes, my grandma loved to shop, and she fucking had a masters in education and shit. So, she could afford to pop tags. She also loved Doral cigerettes and Bingo. Fuck I remeber when I was 11 and was having a terrible asthma attack. Her and my mom drive to the hospital, smoking the whole way there. It was terrible.
But my grandma loved me and T Gues, no doubt. At times she was selfish, but she was an only child, and worked hard to get her what she wanted, so fuck whoever had a problem. But she'd always show major love on them bdays and Christmas. Take us out to Macy's to get our gear right for Easter. Always let you supersize at McDonalds, though she knew you wouldnt eat nowhere near all of it. She even let me eat cookies and shit for breakfast, but then bring out said shoe. She'll tell you No only one time, if you go against that, you got the shoe. Or tv remote. Or a math book. I FUCKING MATH BOOK NIGGA!!!
So, sunday Ill be flying down to FL for the Funeral, and seeing my Gramps. Since Im 21, and my gramps is an alkie (albeit, a retired responsible alkie) we'll prolly be getting drunk together, crying and shit.
Thing is, my dad is moving my gramps up from Florida to live with him and my mom. And my dad and my Aunt Gina (his sister) dont wanna sell the house. They want someone from the family to live there. And T Gues is in college. So they want me to take the house. Im considering it. Ive missed FL so much for the the longest, you dont even know. But I'd have to start from scratch. And more than likely leave Illprint behind. ITs a 3 bedroom house, but I doubt anyone wants to move away from they family. Ill be there by myself. Maybe link up with some local rap group there I know.
Anyways, back to slangin all access cards, and paying people for their shit.
Late
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Happy Birthday To Me!!!
Today is Oct 1, and that means its another birthday for the King MC Mike Game. The god turns 21 today, so I can officially start spending my rare days off at strip clubs, yes I will be that guy there in the middle of the day chillin wit a plate of questionable chicken fingers and a warm beer, watching bitches with c-section scars get dirty. But today its all about ME ME ITS ALL ABOUT ME, POPPING BOTTLES WITH CHAOS YOLIE AND K SLEEP!!!
ITS ILLPRINT BITCH
ITS A CELEBRATION, ENJOY YASELF BITCHES!!!
ITS ILLPRINT BITCH
ITS A CELEBRATION, ENJOY YASELF BITCHES!!!
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