Thursday, April 30, 2009

Asthma Needs Recognition



As a lifelong sufferer of the dehibilitating disease known as Asthma, I have proclaimed it my job to bring this to the forefront of the minds of America. I dont think its fair for all these charities and marathons for shit that doesnt matter (ie Cerebral Palsy)

Lets do some facts:
16.7 Million American Adults and 6.7 Million American Children have asthma
(compared to the 800,000 adults and 10,000 children with Cerebral Palsy)

Theres over 4,000 Asthma related deaths a year
(Cerebral palsy doesnt kill)

Now, do to the conspiracy of the U.S. Army to seperate me from the organization brings me to write this. I cant pass the PT Test, ok, I cant fucking run. But Ive had asthma since forever (the Army conviently didnt know about it until they diagnosed me with it). I couldnt do much running. The Army blames my failures in the run on smoking, which I do smoke. But fuck, I couldnt run for shit before I started smoking, and really havent had that much more of a hard time since I started.

Back to the topic at hand, I dont think alot of people known the damages asthma causes, its pretty much the worst thing that can happen to a person other than, say Herpes. You can spend a good part of your day not even suffering from the severity of Asthma, but as soon as you try to take a jog or get into some heavy sex, BOOM!! Asthma attack. And as per the worlds most accurate encylopedia (Wiki), Asthma is most prevelant in Puerto Ricans, African Americans, Filipinos and Native Hawaiians. IT ATTACKS PEOPLE OF COLOR!!!! It just shows you the type of monster Asthma is, its like George W Bush, it doesnt care about black people.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Fuckin Ja Rule Ol Jackin For Covers Fuck Boy



So fucking Ja Rule crawls from under his rock, disses 50 Cent and then swagger jacks Mike Games cover. First Im on Charles Hamiltons Narcotics Annoymous blog, and now this. What is the world coming to? I mean, youre gon fuck around and inflate Mike Games ego, which we dont need. I mean the cover for the Atkins File mixtape is clearly a rip off of my "Throwaways" cover. Listen, I know Im the Alpha and Omega for all things awesome, but geez, get off the bozack (throwback. All Im saying is, now that the flood gates are open, Im sure to hear some rapper sample some Trance hooks and make a song about their ex girlfriend (Im sure Rick Ross will do it, in referrence to Doorknob Foxy Brown, ha I said doorknob, nooch). But seriously who needs a new Ja Rule mixtape? Not I. Not I says the muthafucking cat. Like he has no record deal, thus leaving him on the same lines as Mike Game. Except Ive never been ethered in oblivion. I mean Ive been baiting Charles Hamilton into a confrontation for some time, but he's too busy not getting pussy and banging needles to get into beef. I know he'll lose, cuz Ill fuck around and have my London connect to get Idis Elba (aka Stringer Bell aka DJ Driis) on the track. Start talking that Bmore talk, dangling spider bags in front of ol Chuck, and its a fucking wrap. But Im serious, fuck Jeffrey Atkins. See, after 50 Cent crushed his soul, I was ready to give him a chance, because he was hurting for fans. But noooooo, he had to come step on my toes. And I know he cant rap better than me, because if that was the case, he would not be begging for record deals. The next season of Gotti's Way features Ja Rules 600 sq ft studio apartment, equipped with the 20 dollar baby george foreman and off-off-brand foods, and of course, sam's choice soda (given the nigga can afford the 40 bucks a year on a membership), then we'll do Dub K cribs, and see Mike Games 1200 sq ft 1 bedroom, with the big boy 100 dollar george foreman, only the most premium of Dr Pepper, and of course the freshest cuts of steaks and pork. Then we'll go down to the subway station on 110th n lennox, and Charles Hamilton will show us his multibox adobe, equipped with a milk crate coffee table, and mop bucket restroom.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Seriously? Like Really?

Maaaan, I fucking have gotten behind on my blogging steez. I know, I apologize to all zero of my readers. I got things to do, ya see. Working at CD Tradepost has left a taste in my mouth so sour, not even my evening fifth of soco kills the taste. I dont have alot to talk about that I havent talked about before. I know, my life is uneventful like that. Still working on my mixtape, it turned out to be waaaay more than I planned it to be. Now its just an epic masterpiece of part time MCing. Alot of people think that Im wack, but for someone who puts next to no real time into this music thing, Im pretty amazing. Buuuut anywho, Im at 22 of 29 official Prince albums, and Im fucking excited!! No really, I am. I live a life with simple tastes, doesnt take much to excite me, but contrarily it takes just as much to excite as it does to piss me off. Like racist son of bitches, like the brother and best friend of this girl Im kinda seeing. We get into an arguement, she gets shoved, and her brother says black men hit women because black men live like animals. Seriously? Like Really? Like Id understand of the cockfuck had ever met me or came inside the World 'O' Michael Guesby, but he hasnt. I mean shit, I live a way cleaner lifestyle than she does. But thats neither here nor there. I just really hate when people make ignorant racist assumptions, about ME, of all people. The "blackest" thing about me is my love of menthols fried chicken and rap music. I dont even really say "nigga" in real life, mainly on my rap records, and thats because I have to upkeep my street cred. And her best friend attacked the way I form sentences in comments I post on facebook. I didnt know I was fucking supposed to bring my A game, I didnt know facebook was only for the educated. IF that was the case, I wouldnt read as many ridiculous status updates that are hard to make out. The dude tried to break me down, and group me into some sort of lesser being than he. This guy cooks at a Village Inn for minimum wage for 2 days a week. Come on dog, like for real? Im a manager guy, me and you arent even in the same tex bracket. I dont mooch off my room mates. I stand on my own two feet. Yes Im black and yes I make rap music. You watch faggot ass Fantast films and play WoW. Girls like me, girls think youre disgusting. I drive to work, I drive to drill. You walk. I lived on my own since I was 18, you just now moved out. Youre allowed to get money from your parents, MY PARENTS ASK ME FOR MONEY. Ive had sex with 34 girls in my life, youre a virgin. You see where Im going with this, bitch? Youre beneath me, youre beneath her. Like I know she has shitty friends who make poor decisions in life, but you sir are the worst. I mean next time you think about talking down to a man of my stature, dont fucking forget that Im a local celebrity out here. And Im not teetering on the brink of homelessness....

And to the brother. Dude I had resepct for your missionary work and all that, but youre a fucking racist bitch. And I wish harm on that retarded baby your fat ugly wife is going to pop out. You were once drug addicted and a failure, Im glad you are serving the lord, but youre tarnishing the image of the faith with your comments like that. So while youre riding your high horse, when that horse croaks and you descend into the afterlife, just know that Heaven will not welcome you.

And by the way, the next person who tries to undercut my existence without knowing me, get to know me, then know how bad you done fucked up.

ITS ILLPRINT, BITCH

-Murda Out