<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:50:32.890-07:00</updated><category term='Amy Winehouse'/><category term='The Game'/><category term='Hardbody'/><category term='McCain'/><category term='Lyor Cohen'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='Evil Collector'/><category term='Mike Game'/><category term='TI'/><category term='Nike'/><category term='R.E.M.'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Marty McFly'/><category term='Bon Jovi'/><category term='Bizniz Kid'/><category term='Nirvana'/><category term='Fat Girls Subway Hot Wichita'/><category term='Fake'/><category term='Oasis'/><category term='Lil Wayne'/><category term='Rookie'/><category term='RIF LA'/><category term='Bol'/><category term='LAX'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Lies'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Deception'/><category term='Wack'/><category term='Hoo-ers'/><category term='Tropic Thunder'/><category term='Kortez'/><category term='Iraq'/><title type='text'>Illprint Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>The Illest Of The Ill</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7796892159533904220</id><published>2009-12-29T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:17:00.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Simpson Cant Rap</title><content type='html'>So I scrapped F.M.L. and started work on "Nicole Simpson Cant Rap" a return to form of sorts to a time when I was just a fun loving MC with witty rhymes and the charm thatd shake the panties off ya granny. King MC is back, but the "I hate life" raps. And Im tossing original production this round, since Im working on the album. Heres the tenative track list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Intro&lt;br /&gt;2) King MC &lt;br /&gt;3) Say Nothing&lt;br /&gt;4) Apollo Mike&lt;br /&gt;5) Brown Bag Sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;6) Russian Roulette RMX ft. Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;7) If You Like It&lt;br /&gt;8) I Made It&lt;br /&gt;9) Drop The World&lt;br /&gt;10) Elevatorzzz&lt;br /&gt;11) Baby&lt;br /&gt;12) Whatchusay ft. Jason Derulo&lt;br /&gt;13) Shining Down&lt;br /&gt;14) Rad&lt;br /&gt;15) Music Box&lt;br /&gt;16) Carry On Game&lt;br /&gt;17) Can You Hear&lt;br /&gt;18) Im Awesome&lt;br /&gt;19) Not Supposed&lt;br /&gt;20) Kelly&lt;br /&gt;21) Betrayal&lt;br /&gt;22) Conteplatin Homocide&lt;br /&gt;23) Outro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7796892159533904220?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7796892159533904220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7796892159533904220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7796892159533904220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7796892159533904220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicole-simpson-cant-rap.html' title='Nicole Simpson Cant Rap'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6662444719136532425</id><published>2009-12-14T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:39:45.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Whats Real</title><content type='html'>Good evening children, its been a while. No need to update on the goings on in the brain and life of Mr. Guesby. Fuck it, I will, cuz thats how I roll dog. Car completely slit its wrists in September, left no note, nothing. I can see why they say suicide is selfish, the Swagon didnt show warning signs. It never withdrew itself from the team. Hell it even got a nice shiney new 200 dollar windshield, a nice oil change with the NASCAR oil, a brand new battery, had a new lease in life. But one September morning on the way to drill it said "fuck you guys, Im going home" and by going home, it meant that highway I left it on, wit its ol bitch ass. November I lost my job, not really a story Id like to get into, since certain shallow concieted misguided whores like to constantly throw jabs at the god and his unemployment. Finally, find out why I was acting crazy and suicidal, fucking Chantix. Its a stop smoking aid my mother gave me. Which was 6 months expired. Chantix was already fucking folk the fuck up, being expired and mixed with heavy amounts of Southern Comfort and Valium I was using prolly wasnt helping. Im still with this Jamie gal, not a really a story Im willing to discuss because I have yet to figure her or what we are out. Its just best I dont ask questions, I get more sex that way...HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, well I still hate that Im painfully addicted to the craft of hip hop. My constant depression, has lead my music down a darker path. The results are actually pretty good, people like it. But now Im at the point that I wonder if theyll like it or me when Im no longer depressed....like thatll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently in a state of confusion, where I dont know who I am, what I am to become, who to trust, who loves me, and its painful to say the very least. Suicide is constantly on my mind. Because Im living dollar to dollar, not nessacarily knowing how rent will be paid if I will be able to eat that night. Jamie has been the best to me, on the surface, but underneath it all, I still question whats going on. Something I try to break myself of, and it often works, but it often doesnt. I find myself drinking as much as always, thanks to my liquor store giving me bottles on credit. Which I think is cuz Im the only guy on the S.E. side of the dub drinking Southern Comfort, I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is the worst when you have absolutely no support system. I hate the "everything will be ok" responses. Because it may not be, life has a weird way of ending itself that way. My parents think Im just bitching, my girl tells me to relax. I cant relax when she is a good position, and Im in the worst ever. Its like everyday the clock is ticking. Like she'll wake up and no longer wanna be with a bum like me. And I try every day to prove my worth to her. Im not even collecting unemployment because the job lied and said I quit. I look for jobs everyday. And Im past being cool and frown upon or made fun of, so the gods been applying at McDonalds and shit. I just want a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing really keeping me going is my dog Edge and my fear of God. Sometimes I doubt if the heaven n hell shit is real, but then again I cant off myself and it is real, thatd be awful. And my poor puppy dog Edge, where will he go? Will my parents take him? Will he go to the pound? He's too hyperactive (and bad) to really be adopted. If he is, will someone beat him? Questions I dont have answers to. And no the people in my life arent keeping me going because they act if I dont exist as is. Im positive my death would mean nothing to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, stuck. Stuck in a confused state with no end in site. I pray for change, but I all get is rain....sounds like a song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6662444719136532425?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6662444719136532425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6662444719136532425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6662444719136532425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6662444719136532425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-whats-real.html' title='Say Whats Real'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1953632542013886469</id><published>2009-10-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:43:40.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For A Change</title><content type='html'>In December, I will release what will be my 10th and FINAL mixtape. Now, through the years Ive flirted with quitting music. And we all know I can not. So, Im not quitting music. Im just done making mixtapes. Im ready for albums, Im ready for that deal or something. I began my recording career in October 2006 with my debut mixtape "P.L.O. Style" and havent looked back since. Heres the complete Mike Game discography:&lt;br /&gt;P.L.O. STYLE (2006)&lt;br /&gt;MR 07 TIL INFINITY (2007)&lt;br /&gt;MEMBERS ONLY (2008)&lt;br /&gt;RECKLESS ABANDON (2008)&lt;br /&gt;THROWAWAYS (2009)&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE I EMBARASS MYSELF (2009)&lt;br /&gt;ABSENT MINDED (2009)&lt;br /&gt;HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER (2009)&lt;br /&gt;DEFINATE SUPREMACY (2009)&lt;br /&gt;F.M.L. (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the the 3 between BIEM and FML havent been released yet, but they will. Next week Im entering the studio for the last time til the summer, and in one month bring an end to it all. I did one mixtape, and it was my greatest accomplishment. Then I did another one, no one cared. I did Members Only, started buzzing. I did Reckless Abandon (5237 downloads to date, 3000 of them in a month and a half) and all of a sudden I mattered. I was thrust into the upper echeleon of the scene. I did Throwaways and it became a must have for any Mike Game fan (all 2 of em, nooch). I did Before I Embarass Myself and god damn it, it was classic. But it was slept on, I dropped the ball on that. No worries, Ill spend my time after F.M.L. promoting my music to the fullest extent, and hopfully, this time next year, youll be hearing of me all over. P.L.O. Style, Before I Embarass Myself, and F.M.L. are what I call "The Mirror Trilogy". In which, like no other rapper in this town of mine (save for of course XV), I exposed every part of my life to not only myself, but to the world. I will always love them. PLO Style though lacking in sound quality with next to emotion on delivery, it was my very first, my baby. I spent the whole summer of 2006 writing and recording it. Ill never forget the 2 am sessions, the phone calls to Sleep at 5 am after I did a few songs to tell him how dope they were. That summer also introduced me to the man Ill always be associated with, XV. Alot of people know that he's why Im even around today. I started off as a fan, then an associate, then foes. That summer, he did something that no one expected him to do, diss a rapper no one has ever heard of. He was supposed to Ja Rule, ether me further into the irrelevence I was already in. But what happened? I didnt die. I didnt give up on rap. And for the longest, I had been that guy who got ate by XV. Personally, now Ive never heard him say this, its just my opinion, I feel he did that because he saw potential in me. I mean he was gettin hated on and dissed by everyone all the time, and never said nothing. Why me? Well, the whys dont matter, because Im still here. Im still one of the few MCs that matter. And who knows if I had the time to fully dedicate myself to this music like he or KaeWun or SoUniQ or LP The Hoodsta. I could blow this god forsaken town. Now, I use XV as a study guide. We're basically the same person in a way. We both have an obession with music and movies. We both dont fit in. We're both incredibly nice but horribly misunderstood. We're slept on by many. We're either loved or hated, those who like a Mike Game or a XV love everything we do, and the ones who hate us, well they cant find a nice thing to say. The difference between us is age, height (i got 2 inches on the homie, nooch), dedication and exposure.  That will soon change. Also, it may seem like I slack on the music tip. But in 3 years I gave you 10 mixtapes, 5 in 2009 alone, I think thats quite remarkable. But I will say this 2010 is my last year doing this. I cant be a local rapper forever, I refuse to. So with that said, get ready for the ride of your life. Because Mike Game is about to be bigger than **Jesus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PS Not Jesus in like Jesus Christ, Jesus pronounced Hay-zeus, the 6 ft 300 lb cook over at Alenjandro's, I will be bigger than him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1953632542013886469?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1953632542013886469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1953632542013886469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1953632542013886469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1953632542013886469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-for-change.html' title='Time For A Change'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8832367283365135386</id><published>2009-10-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:40:54.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigga, You Almost Was A Bitch</title><content type='html'>Ok, I really dont know why I chose that to be the title of this blog, but I chose it, so love it. Its been awhile since I updated the Illprint Diaries, and for good reason. I just dont care about this, or anything else for that matter. Life is just a big game of, Fuck I dont even know what to call it. Im just so helpless in my situation, and people just think they have all the answers. I am a realist, I live in reality, I base thoughts ideas beliefs and values on REALITY. So all that "things will get better, we all had tough times" mess, yal can KILL THAT NOISE. No one person knows exactly how another person has felt, despite similar or comparable circumstances. Nigga Im still fucking devastated about my grandma dying. Its been overa year. And people be like "we all lost loved ones", well fuck you, I didnt know your mom, and you didnt know my grandma so you cant feel the same way I do, nor have you ever. People in my ear "Your grandma wouldnt want you to be depressed", do you fucking know her? Do you know how shed want me to feel? How do you know she'd even care? How do you know that me and her had problems and just pretended (we didnt, Im just saying). Im so sick and tired of people thinking the emotions I feel and the shoes I wear somehow relate to them. The homie once tried to compare my home invasion to the time her cds got jacked, bitch it aint the same thing. Youre drunk ass left ya doors unlocked n shit. Someone broke into MY HOUSE and STOLE my computer dvds shoes clothes recording equipment, my whole fucking life. Now Ive got nothing, making me more of a nobody than I already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more depressed I get, the more I see how fake everyone around me really is. They come by with generic words of kindness, when theyre just words. There is no genuine concern or kindness behind them. Just some shit they say so when I finally fucking lose it and end my life they can tell people they tried. And females, dont get me started. Ive come to the realization that they only want me for sex (as weird and fucked up as it sounds). At times, I really know what its like to be a girl. Bitches hear I dont wanna fuck, then they got no words for me. Bitches hit me up on the myspace, slide me they number at work, and when they get no type of attention or affection, they talk shit. Asking me if Im gay. No bitch Im not gay, I happen to be with someone (and I swear the next bitch who complains bout getting cheated on is getting beat the fuck down, cuz yal dont care if the nigga you fuck got a girl or not). And unfortunately for me, Im now attracting fat girls with kids and unjustified high self esteem, aka the type of bitch who doesnt even have the right to look at me, let alone speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the days when a girl would just be fat as fuck and depressed and live her life in solitude? I miss them, now I got Lou Albano (R.I.P. Cap'n) lookin bitches out in the streets with they shit all out tryna get some penis. I can tell you what happened...BLACK GUYS. Black guys love them some white girls, and it doesnt really matter what she looks like either. I believe interracial relationships are based purely and solely on REBELLION. That slave mentality blacks still carry to this day, mainly because all of America wont let us be equals, causing black guys to gravitate towards the white bitches. They still got that "ima fuck masa's daughter" in they head, despite they have no master, and dozens of fat chicks theyre plowing arent any master's daughters. And white bitches gravitate towards black guys, because despite what they wanna tell you and themselves, itll still upset their family. Their dad is going to pissed she's with a black dude, and be pissed that theyre Anglo bloodline has been tainted with the blood of the Negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you may be thinking Im some Pro Black Militant. Well youd be wrong, Im mixed, my mother is white and my father is black. But as time goes on, Im starting to hate interracial relationships, mainly cuz it fucks up the white girl. They start talking ebonics and shit, saying the word Nigga and feeling ok about it. And fuck that. My favorite example of when interracial relationships work is my boy Kyle and his wife Heidi. They got a cute lil kid Mason (aka Murder Ma$e). But Heidi is still super white, and I love it. But on the other hand, Kyle is also very white as well (i dont know if Heidi had something to with it or not, I think he's always been that way). Now when I say act white or act black, Im not saying that every race should act a certain way and that be that. No, Im talking more of a cultural aspect. Ethnicities wouldnt be ethnicities without cultural specific aspents, otherwise we'd all be one thing, just shades of colors. But under no circumstance should anyone outside of Blacks ever say nigga. Unles theyre being racist and saying Nigger, then go for it. Because Nigger is a racial slur to cut down blacks, and Nigga is a term of endearment amongst blacks, key word being AMONGST, meaning if youre not part of that race, then dont use it. Im all for white folk saying Nigger to piss me off. Why? Because thats why its there. Nigga though, just makes me wanna punch you, because you clearly forgot your own heritage and now think youre black, and which Im ashamed of you. Reguardless of race, one shouldnt abandon their own. Dont be ashamed you come from the hood, so you tear down ya ghetto living blacks and wear Hollister and shit. Same with the whites, dont abandon whats been your lifestyle and in your bloodline just to be cool. I mean shit, if youre family are professionals with high salaries and youve been alotted the best schools, the best clothes, the best food, dont come to the hood and fuck with blacks just go against the grain, its highly disrespectful to both the people you are in with and your family. The same people you think are cool because of their hand to mouth paycheck to paycheck living would fucking kill to have the oppertunities you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea where I was taking this, but it ended up somewhere. Im an angry person yo, people are upsetting me on a day to day basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8832367283365135386?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8832367283365135386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8832367283365135386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8832367283365135386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8832367283365135386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/nigga-you-almost-was-bitch.html' title='Nigga, You Almost Was A Bitch'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6186369946605273160</id><published>2009-09-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:25:48.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kingluscious.com/klkids/files/images/valium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://www.kingluscious.com/klkids/files/images/valium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering what the above pill is, it is a Valium, aka my new best friend. I havent updated the old blog for sometime. Mainly because my life is slowly, but fucking surely becoming shattered. In August, some NIGGERS, with the -ER, broke into my house and stole my computer, studio, clothes, and dvds. I know who did it, Rodrick Ingram, I know your name and address bitch, youre so fucking lucky God runs deep within me. Then the engine on the Stanza (aka Swagon) blew on sunday. I aint got shit people. Its becoming harder and harder to function as days go by. Im also involved with a new girl, who makes life better, but also confusing and disturbing, but thats who I like my girls aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been writing alot more lately, since I cant fucking record. And I DO NOT LIKE where my lyrics are heading. Im getting back into the complex over the head ness I was doing years ago, which caused alot of my music to fall on deaf ears. Moreso prolly now, since my experiences have broadened and my way of thinking is different, it may be even harder now to know what Im talking about. I still got my boys Pinnacle n SK recording and putting out they hotness, so Illprint will be aliiiiive. But fuck it yo, like I said earlier, its getting harder to maintain. I drink every night, add some Valium in there and I forget whats missing from my life. I hate that I have to result to that, but Im so damn scared to face it sober. And my family is bugging, telling me everything will be ok. NO THE FUCK IT WONT!! That studio was my fucking life. The music I made was a direct extension of who I am as a person. Sure, it prolly wasnt the greatest thing made by anyone ever in life. But IT WAS ME. The studio was my release. Everything that bothered me, I wrote and recorded. From hating my job, to hating rappers, to hating myself, to hating my ex, to wanting to beat up my ex, to drinking, to loving Kelly Clarkson, to loving the first drag of a cigerette. I mean NO ONE lives this like I did. And now what, what do I do? I joined the Army to buy that. Signed my life away for 6 years. Worked 10 hard months to secure the funds for that. And some fuckface lowlife not willing to work hard thinks he can just eat off my plate? Fuck that, I said homie was lucky before. But Im losing it people, I may do something drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my new found dependancy on the pills and the booze, its not going away. Im not going to say "I can quit anytime I want". Because not only is that prolly not true, I dont wanna fucking quit. Ill quit when the pain is gone. Ill quit when I have my life back. ILL QUIT WHEN IM DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of death, in 2 weeks (Oct 1) I turn 22, its also the day my grandma died. So fuck being sober, yet alone alive that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Game, Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6186369946605273160?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6186369946605273160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6186369946605273160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6186369946605273160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6186369946605273160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html' title='Its Been A While'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1480023578586301760</id><published>2009-07-18T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:39:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Illprint Releases Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>Dropping Next Week &lt;br /&gt;"Before I Embarass Myself" by Mike Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/ao619" title="Before I Embarass Myself cd cover on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/ao619.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="Before I Embarass Myself cd cover on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping In September&lt;br /&gt;"World Fucking Famous" by The Bang Bus (Mike Game, Pinnacle, K Sleep, &amp; Guests)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/as5ba" title="The Official Bang Bus mixtape cover on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/as5ba.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="The Official Bang Bus mixtape cover on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1480023578586301760?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1480023578586301760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1480023578586301760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1480023578586301760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1480023578586301760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-illprint-releases-coming-soon.html' title='New Illprint Releases Coming Soon'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1180048339419483985</id><published>2009-07-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:53:24.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Rap Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://highcallingblogs.com/files/2008/10/10commandments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 365px;" src="http://highcallingblogs.com/files/2008/10/10commandments.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im on Twitter, I say "Fuck 2Pac" and the world ends. So Im inspired to create a list of Rap Commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 2Pac Is The Best Rapper Ever (though I disagree, it seems that its true)&lt;br /&gt;2) Jay-Z Is The Best Rapper Alive (also I disagree, it seems muhfuckas love this guy, despite he's never been that amazing)&lt;br /&gt;3) You Gotta Sell Crack (even if you didnt, you have to say you did)&lt;br /&gt;4) You Have To Be "Hard" (people dont like rappers who rap about everyday things, oh no, everyday you have to commit crimes and shoot and kill people)&lt;br /&gt;5) Dr Dre Is The Greatest Producer (despite The Chronic being nothing but Parliment-Funkadelic loops)&lt;br /&gt;6) You Have To Have Swag (Unless you look borderline homosexual, you dont have swag, you need colorful shoes clothes and neckerchiefs)&lt;br /&gt;7) Your Life Has To Revolve Around The Club (yes, everytime you must go to the club, pop bottles and leave with a girl, despite real girls never leave the club with someone)&lt;br /&gt;8) You Have To Be Rich As Fuck (it seems like every rapper has enough money for maybachs and ice, which means Maybachs are the price of Kia's and I should own one)&lt;br /&gt;9) You Have To Be Real (whatever that means, clearly my definition and the worlds definition of real is far different from that of a rappers)&lt;br /&gt;10) Cant Love (Who gives a fuck if thats ya babys mama, so what yal been married for 10 years, you dont love them hoes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1180048339419483985?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1180048339419483985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1180048339419483985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1180048339419483985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1180048339419483985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-rap-commandments.html' title='The 10 Rap Commandments'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-2859859820292983012</id><published>2009-06-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:51:46.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism By Fire</title><content type='html'>So Im gearing up work on my next mixtape "Baptism By Fire". And its going to be more of the stuff that was on "Before I Embarass Myself" except with absolutely nothing amusing lighthearted or humorous on it. Im feeling aggressive, I feel like being dark. I already have a tracklist compiled, for these songs have all been written. Time to lay them down. Heres the tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wildflower 4&lt;br /&gt;2) Conteplating Homicide&lt;br /&gt;3) Life's Unfair&lt;br /&gt;4) D.O.R. (Death Of Romance)&lt;br /&gt;5) Day to Night&lt;br /&gt;6) Kiss Of Death&lt;br /&gt;7) Twisted&lt;br /&gt;8) Bang!&lt;br /&gt;9) Baby, Im A Star&lt;br /&gt;10) Champagne Supernova&lt;br /&gt;11) Emotionless&lt;br /&gt;12) Treason&lt;br /&gt;13) When The Music Stops&lt;br /&gt;14) Catch Me&lt;br /&gt;15) Baptism By Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs short, may get longer, but this is the foundation. Some things will be addressed,so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Before I Embarass Myself, its coming soon, Im working on getting distribution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-2859859820292983012?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2859859820292983012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=2859859820292983012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/2859859820292983012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/2859859820292983012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/baptism-by-fire.html' title='Baptism By Fire'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6511781070981635084</id><published>2009-06-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:49:07.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Solution</title><content type='html'>Right now, again, I feel myself like the 05 Eminem, you know burnt out on rap, minus the drugs though. My mom is sick, I hate my job, and Im walking solo in this game called life. I finished Before I Embarass Myself, but have yet to release it. Mainly because I know itll finally be my arrival. Its my 7th mixtape, and after 5 mixtapes of trial and error, I feel "Reckless Abandon" showed that this Mike Game guy not only could rhyme his ass off, he was starting to fill those shoes. Then Before I Embarass Myself showed the kind of range most MC's not only in my city, but in hip hop in general lack. And Im convinced I cant top it. Mainly because I started on the Bang Bus cd, which is basically audio pr0n. I wanted something easy to work on, because essentially, I cant stop rapping. But I couldnt go into a new mixtape, because my heart is hurting right now, and I dont want to do two mixtapes about the same exact thing, ie the failures that are my relationships. And I dont know what happened, but I pretty much have a bout 10 new tracks written in my head, this morning. I dont know, I woke up depressed, had some stuff on my mind. And I guess we could call it "freestyling", but the way theyre structured in my head is insane. Its like my mind was plugged in as I slept and just downloaded these verses into my head. And as far as my Illprint family is concerned, fuck, we had all the energy in the world a month and a half ago. Then it faded. Our writing techniques arent the same at all. Like Pinnacle has to really like, write his shit before he comes, he needs to crawl into the Pinnacle cavern and write in the dark, while me I just need a beat and a concept and Im gone, K Sleep fucking has to have the beat play for 3 and a half months, then he'll have a verse. LOL Im playing, but Im just more quick minded than the others. Nothing wrong with that, when we're together we're unstoppable. So its not like Illprint is dead, cuz itll never be dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got myself into another rap beef, much to the dismay of the few other MC's I look up to (Manish Law and XV). They feel Im bigger than my competition, so why waste my time? And I try to formulate an answer, but I really dont have one. Its just fun for me. Its easy work. Like most of my foes are not even on the level I am lyrically or creatively, they make LCD rap (lowest common denominator rap). Mike Game though, is clearly on an higher echleon of this rap shit. I encompass everything. Ive showed I can lean and swang over southern stylings, step up my raw lyrical ability on head ripping bangers, bare my soul over tracks bout the most common human emotion (pain). These niggas out here, can only smoke weed, party, and sell nonexistant drugs. That shits so played out b. And most of my foes are barely legal. And it fucks me up, I lose hope for the next generation of Wichita rappers. Then someone like a Yung Zone comes to me, and hes fucking 18, and is shredding it, but is fucking lost as to where he wants to go. Hopefully I can point him in the right direction, Id hate to see him fall into some LCD shit. And what bothers me the most, is that I dont even wanna do the shit that Im even somewhat known for. I dont like the womanizing music, ie "bitch placing" music (cuz it puts a bitch in her place, lol). Like the Cant Have What You Like, Bust Yo Face shit. Like its cool and aint no one really talking like that. But its like people laugh at it, and kinda forget where I started. Like people forget I only rapped to soul samples, and every song was a page out of my life. Now if I drop a "Perfect Present Tense" or a "Foolish Games" all I hear is "I AINT KNOW MIKE CAN RAP LIKE THAT". Theres more sides to me, like "Perfect Present Tense" took me days to perfect (no pun intended). Shit like "Worse I Ever Had" "Every Girl" "Cant Have What You Like" "Bust Yo Face" was all done in the span of like an hour at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw yes, I am going to prolly finally give this shit up, at least until I feel the game needs me again. I planned on "Your Moms Favorite" to me hiatus leading joint, but I will instead put out "Final Solution", the final part of the "Reckless Trilogy". This will be an EP, and will be a very serious project. So watch for it, its coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6511781070981635084?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6511781070981635084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6511781070981635084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6511781070981635084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6511781070981635084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-solution.html' title='The Final Solution'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5857919569788189363</id><published>2009-06-01T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:14:29.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls: What I've Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.acrylicsignworld.com/images/ADA-WOM-SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 99px;" src="http://www.acrylicsignworld.com/images/ADA-WOM-SM.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again my friends, its the pivotal point in Mike Guesbys life where another girl has exited his life, and another oppertunity for self reflection has entered. Now me and this girl, well, to be honest, was destined to fail from the beginning. Started off right when me and my ex (the Notorious K.A.I. aka Kieristen "The Hammer" Holden aka the muse for Before I Embarass Myself) had ended. From jump, new girl blew the door off infidelity. Now, the ex, she had her far share of dirty, but this girl, man. Less than a month into it she starts cheating, then gets herself in some sort of group sex incident that she labeled "rape". Yeah, you were raped, and at nights a walk the streets of Wichita in a mask a cap and multiple gadgets looking for my parents killers. I tried people, to do my best. But hey it was my fault for not letting the girl go from jump, I know, Im a sucker for love, and always find myself attached to the wrong type of girls. Theyre all dirty girls, so like my mentor Rob Dyrdek would say, Im DGL (Dirty Girls 4 Life). I dont know why, and I dont know how I keep attracting these girls. Its kinda like I like this shit. I know, Mike's theories come back to slap him in his unshaven face. Ive had this long standing theory that girls only like bad guys, which is why youll continuely run into bitches with trust issues and the likes, because theyre last boyfriend (or in more realistic cases, last guy they slept with), was a fucking sack. And in my case, each of my last girlfriends, were either hoo-ers or exhibited hoo-er like behavior. Each time, Im like "Fuck that, that wont be happening" and Kortez will be like "Yeah, right, of course it wont", then it will, then Ill be like "Fuuuuck!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to what Ive learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned that with dealing with female sex, theres no right way to handle them. Everything is wrong. Whatever you thought you knew, you dont. Sometimes it works out, most times it doesnt. Like with this last girl, I had been super sweet n all that gay shit with my exes, and yet those bitches ran away to first guy who was semi attractive but treated them terribly. So I figured, fuck that shit, Ima be a fucking a douche now. And what happens? Well the bitch ran off to anyone trying to fuck. Maybe had i been nicer, shed at least have the decency to sleep with someone who wasnt ugly as all fuck. Ive also learned that all girls are the same. Us guys have this theory that pretty girls are the worst when it comes to relationships. Sure theyre great to fuck and are extremely easy on the eyes, but will more than likely cheat on you for they feel they are better than you. So I step down to the alright looking girl, and she turned out to be the worst of them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do have to my advantage, is a distinct sense of deception, meaning, I can pretty much tell when youre lying to me. Like the last girl, last few weeks, shes conviently either had to work late, or leave her phone at home, or go swimming at 9 pm when its 70 degrees out and looks like itll rain. Ill call, and when shed call back, 30 minutes or so later, she "didnt feel her phone ring", which I took to mean, "Hey Im sorry I was sucking some dick and couldnt answer, but whats up". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, I have next to no trust in the female sex, and by next to, I mean absolutely none. And if I had higher self esteem, then Id prolly be better off. But face it, I dont make alot of money, dont look that good, has a small penis, and cant really perform well sexually, thus I have nothing to offer a lady. I do though, have a penchant for shit talking and making you feel less than me, so I got that going for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now will I give up on girls? No, prolly not, but I do know that from here on out, dont expect anything more from me thant a few laughs and the occassional act of sexual indecency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5857919569788189363?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5857919569788189363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5857919569788189363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5857919569788189363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5857919569788189363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-what-ive-learned.html' title='Girls: What I&apos;ve Learned'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-2707784567421357330</id><published>2009-05-29T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:03:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Have Shit That You Liiiike, NOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anothercompany.org/port/nothing/nothing13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.anothercompany.org/port/nothing/nothing13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your listening pleasure I bring you "Cant Have Shit That You Like" by Mike Game ft. K Sleep from the 2008 mixtape "Reckless Abandon"&lt;br /&gt;"Cant Have Shit That You Like" : http://www.zshare.net/audio/60687349e94d0875/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the topic at hand, a females sense of entitlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im talking to a friend of mine, and Im going on and on about how I cant stand a person with no job and shit. They mentioned they dont have a job, which I knew, but it doesnt really matter until it affects me. They wanted an example, so I said that Ill date a bitch with no job, fuck a bitch with no job, you know until it affects me. As in wanted to go eat all the time, and the bitch aint got no money. Wants to go to the movies or some shit, aint got no money. When a bitch wants to live of my funds. FUCK....THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive noticed that in this 2009 day and era we live in, bitches have this fucked up entitlement issue. They feel they need all this because they have a vagina. Mind you, vaginas are susceptible to various infections and bleed once a month, something, I wont lie to you, I wouldnt want for myself. Sure, guys are interested in vaginas, but most would rather take a mouth. Now, someone will say some shit to the contrary, which would be wrong of them. Its a known fact that the only power women hold over men is the vajayjay. Because in relationships, women look at men as the protector the provider and as a sexual device. Women love sex just as much as men, men just arent sex nazis ie "Oh yeah bitch, NO DICK FOR YOU!!!" then the bitch gets on some act right. No, I guy can come home and find out his bitch maxed out the credit card on some dumb shit but will still muster the strength to fuck. A guy goes to a poker game with the fellas and that vaj is off the table for at least a month (or in my case, you take ya cd to a club during off business hours to try and book a show, bitch hears "i was at the club" and that vaj goes in hiding for 3 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isnt really about sex. Its about women feeling the need to have shit handed to them, getting whatever they want. Phonte was tweeting bout it the other day, about how he opened a door for an elderly woman and some young broad was lookin at him like he should get her door too, and he looked at her like "yeah right bitch". See, women got this independent spoiled shit going for them. They talk all that independent shit, but yet want a nigga to do something for them. And I dont get it. Ive been in a few relationships and I can tell you what I got vs what they got me. Ex #1 She got some animals flowers you know dinner dates (mind you im 17), what did I get? NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;Ex #2 Got a itallian charm bracelet, a diamond ring, flowers, songs written and recorded for her. What did I get? A turned down KState scholarship, a broken heart, being cheated on twice. Ex #3 Got 2 diamond rings, a house, a car, half my army pay checks, countless sweet gifts and gestures. What did I get? An eviction, a past due electric bill, cheated on many times, a crushed shattered heart, and the possible abortion of my child. Now you see why bitches cant have shit? Cuz they want shit, but dont deserve shit. But yet, I still find myself treading dangerously close to making the same mistakes over and over again. I DO HAVE A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT, every girl Ive dated, Ive been the best man I could be for them. I was nice sweet charming faithful all that. And never got nothing but a "Fuck you Mike".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, if you like Mike, and want to be with Mike just know a few a things&lt;br /&gt;1)I will not treat you to anything&lt;br /&gt;2) All dates will be halfsies (ie i pay for me you pay for you)&lt;br /&gt;3) See something you want me to buy, well then start saving your pennies&lt;br /&gt;4) YOU CAN NOT, AND WILL NOT, HAVE SHIT THAT YOU WANT LOVE NEED AND/OR LIKE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-2707784567421357330?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2707784567421357330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=2707784567421357330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/2707784567421357330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/2707784567421357330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-have-shit-that-you-liiiike-noooooo.html' title='Cant Have Shit That You Liiiike, NOOOOOO'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7395120573608239961</id><published>2009-05-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:02:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Hamilton, Not Only A Gaybo, But A Punk Bitch As Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HKLbb7xblE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HKLbb7xblE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after months of beef with this gaybo, nothing seemed to be working on this guy. He continued to make shitty music, but would comment on my blogs, comment on my video, and post my videos on his blog, as if to talk down on me. As an MC, Im far superior, my cousin just so happens to be a drunk who works at the post office, his cousin, MC Lyte.  Unfortunately for him though, even though hes on Interscope, Im sure that not only will my album drop before his, Itll prolly sell more too. But Im going to take some time to tell as to why not only am I the better MC, but also the better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dont roll bitches with kids its hard to control them&lt;br /&gt;All up in my face, Ill hit the bitch with a stroller"&lt;br /&gt;-"Them Hoes Like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bust my windows Ima bust yo face bitch&lt;br /&gt;Blood in ya grill, make ya fa real taste it"&lt;br /&gt;-"Bust Yo Face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And naw, you aint ever had a man like that&lt;br /&gt;Soon as you grab something make you put it right back, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;-"Cant Have Shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Busted too fast, the bitch wanted to laugh&lt;br /&gt;So I left her eye black after I hit her with a shot glass"&lt;br /&gt;-"Twisted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Mike Game has, and always be firm on putting his shoe on a woman, puttin a bitch in her place, controllin his hoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DV Charges&lt;br /&gt;1 Assault&lt;br /&gt;1 Assualt L.E.O. (law enforcement officer)&lt;br /&gt;1 Battery L.E.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Game is all about beating people the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;Charles Hamilton is all about getting beat the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know his inspiration for "Tears Of Fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im 100% positive that Brooklyn Girls was inspired after he talked slick to some Lil Kim lookin Foxy Brown voiced Brooklyn Girl, who then beat him the fuck down. So he wrote a song about how special they are, lest he gets beat up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that if I were to encounter Charles Hamilton in the streets, you know as I step over him on skid row, I can punch him in the face and nothing will happen. I can see it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Mike walking down 147th n Lennox::&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Yo Charles, whats up gaybo?&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Naw son, I only roll that Intrust Bank Black Card&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Dude, I just told you that I didnt have any&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ::places nothing in mug:: There ya go fellow&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::puzzled disappointed look on his face:: Chaaange?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: No, thats hope. Now dont use it all at once&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: ::punches Charles Hamilton dead in the face:: Change that muthafucka&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ::sprawled out on pavement:: ::gasps:: Change ::gasps::&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Change careers vato, haha, I said vato. ITs Illprint, Bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7395120573608239961?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7395120573608239961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7395120573608239961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7395120573608239961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7395120573608239961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/charles-hamilton-not-only-gaybo-but.html' title='Charles Hamilton, Not Only A Gaybo, But A Punk Bitch As Well'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-906198569422013947</id><published>2009-05-05T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:02:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And They Say Keep It Real?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jeremyville.com/characters/characters_images/keep_it_real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.jeremyville.com/characters/characters_images/keep_it_real.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They talking all this keep it keep it real, man keep it real dont pay the muthafuckin bills&lt;/span&gt;" - Young Chris "1800Hustler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its getting a little too real in the streets of hip hop. Ok, its really not. But now, I can lie about some shit, then admit it, then yal will still love me. Well, pending I was an err "influential" mainstream big time rapper. Its crazy all this new "real" talk is coming on the heels of a blog I posted over on ICThipop about my fellow local rappers not keeping it real in their songs. In the case I was mentioning is that, the rappers out here work at McDonalds and shit, then get on the songs and shit rapping that they slangin drugs and shit. Which I know not to be true. But it was out of line for me to say such, seeing how 50 Cent and Clipse have been slanging crack now years after their record deals and acquired legal wealth. Is it ok for the major labels to push the lies their artists feed us down our throats and not ok for MC Joe Schmoe from 9th and Grove to do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I dont think its right for anyone to give us these lies. But at the same time, its entertainment, and Im sorry, if 50 cent started rapping about his meetings and corporate mergers and his budget and shit, I would not care. But when he does shit like "Officer Down" and "Heat" Im all in. But the thing is, I dont know 50 Cent like that. But I know these guys like that. Im sorry, but if were from the same place, and you arent living like you are on television (thanks Lloyd Banks) (and by television I mean myspace). But we got Rick Ross lying forever about being a C.O. then he finally was like "Yeah, thats me, I made a bad decision". Since when has getting a state job and making an honest living a bad decision? Im pretty selling drugs is a bad decision, one of the worst you can make for financial gain. For some reason, Ive always respected the jacker more than the dealer. Mainly cuz if I get ran up on and my pockets ran, Im out the $4.86 and CD Tradepost All Access Card, but the dealer is poisoning people for the long term. A robbery victims life is ruined only for the time being and based on how much they had on them, but the addicts life is ruined until they die. One day at a time, you can be sober for 20 years, then you walk into a party and see some lines on the table, you get offered, you tell yourself "Shit its been 20 years, Im sure I can have a taste". Then next thing you know you lose everything, youre back on skid row turning tricks for a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music with stories. Like the new Good Charolette Cd is full of stories, most of rock is. My favorite song of all time in the rock genre is the Metallica cover of Bob Segers "Turn The Page". The picture of life on the road is painted so vividly, you feel like youre with them. Aint nothing wrong with the drug talk as long as its in story form. Like Ghostface Killah &amp; Raekwon have been talking bout coke for the longest, but the stories are so ill. Even UGK's "Pocket Full O Stones" is a story, Pimp C tells you how he got in when he says "I got my first ki, from my baby mamas brother". But I honestly feel that has a rapper, youve got 2-3 albums talking about that drug shit. First album, cool you can do that, you just left the streets, its new to you. 2nd n 3rd album, you still got some stories to tell. But muthafucka after you been out the streets for 15 years (like Jay-Z), you need to stop talking about that shit. I honestly dont understand the infatuation with the street naratives still. I mean fuck. Most of the people buying your music arent living that lifestyle. Its ridiculous as fuck right now. And its crazy how Ill overlook blatant lies of a fabeled drug dealer, but Ill love some violence. And quite frankly, thats from the movies I watch. Plus when I get off of work, and these poor fucks who sell me shitty dvds piss me off. Do I wanna go home and listen to a muthafucka talk about his rims and shit? No, I wanna listen to people getting got. Cuz I felt like killing a person or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-906198569422013947?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/906198569422013947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=906198569422013947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/906198569422013947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/906198569422013947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-they-say-keep-it-real.html' title='And They Say Keep It Real?!?!?!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5896716658760086515</id><published>2009-04-30T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:28:09.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asthma Needs Recognition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.walgreens.com/images/drug/0159310057920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.walgreens.com/images/drug/0159310057920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do some facts:&lt;br /&gt;16.7 Million American Adults and 6.7 Million American Children have asthma&lt;br /&gt;(compared to the 800,000 adults and 10,000 children with Cerebral Palsy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres over 4,000 Asthma related deaths a year&lt;br /&gt;(Cerebral palsy doesnt kill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5896716658760086515?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5896716658760086515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5896716658760086515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5896716658760086515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5896716658760086515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/asthma-needs-recognition.html' title='Asthma Needs Recognition'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3371993051947304635</id><published>2009-04-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:37:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin Ja Rule Ol Jackin For Covers Fuck Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/iwkfuf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/iwkfuf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3371993051947304635?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3371993051947304635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3371993051947304635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3371993051947304635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3371993051947304635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuckin-ja-rule-ol-jackin-for-covers.html' title='Fuckin Ja Rule Ol Jackin For Covers Fuck Boy'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/iwkfuf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6697928084329836613</id><published>2009-04-15T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:23:11.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously? Like Really?</title><content type='html'>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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ILLPRINT, BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Murda Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6697928084329836613?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6697928084329836613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6697928084329836613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6697928084329836613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6697928084329836613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-like-really.html' title='Seriously? Like Really?'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3755537713970544363</id><published>2009-03-27T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:36:10.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MIKE GAME MIXTAPE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/Sc0qKoQXEgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vXmUYBQ2An0/s1600-h/Throwaways+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/Sc0qKoQXEgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vXmUYBQ2An0/s400/Throwaways+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317953097087521282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW MIKE GAME MIXTAPE&lt;br /&gt;THE OFT-DELAYED&lt;br /&gt;THROWAWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zshare.net/download/57776590ba643dbd/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3755537713970544363?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3755537713970544363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3755537713970544363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3755537713970544363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3755537713970544363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-mike-game-mixtape.html' title='NEW MIKE GAME MIXTAPE!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/Sc0qKoQXEgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vXmUYBQ2An0/s72-c/Throwaways+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6954593671510305573</id><published>2009-03-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:13:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Yo City And Yo Town, I State Facts</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHOS BACK IN THE...HOOOUUUSSEEE&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA'S FAVORITE IDOL SO THEY CALL ME MIKEY MOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats good in the blogosphere?! &lt;br /&gt;Nothing new over here, prolly pushing back Better-Than-U-Topia because Mike Game gots a new crib!!! Not gon put out the details, lest some conflict addicted n-word tries to bust a move (a move thatll end in my size 9 black Van shoved up his ass, its cool because I got that waterproofing spray on it, and I rock 9's cuz they run small, but I digress). So things are heating up in the arena of me and ladies. I wont give too many details but my shit is turning into a real life Coldplay album, even equipped with a weeping vocalist (me, cuz im a punk bitch). But Im excited about my new place, fucking hardwood floors, and I can have a pet as long as its under 25 lbs. And conviently my min pin Buster weighs about 12 lbs. So he may be moving in with me. I will save him from my crazy fucking mother (real talk, shes fucking crazy buys them toys and happy meals and shit, you know things I was denied as a child). &lt;br /&gt;Ive decided that since I got a one bedroom (i really need a 2nd but im cheap so fuck it). Im going to use the bedroom as a studio/gameroom/closet and get a futon for the living room. Seeing how I dont plan to have anybody over except Sleep Crysist Yolie and what ever young unsuspecting female I bring over to bang her hole out, I dont need to be all fancied up. Its 2009, were in a recession, bitches better appreciate a nigga with a job a car and crib, no matter how terrible each one of those 3 things may be. I dont know what happened with the production of my acting debut "(S)talker" but Im pretty upset that I havent heard anything in weeks. First Chris and Rhi break up, and everyday I wake up, feelin like punching a bitch (wow thats kinda of clever in a stealing and flipping lines that jay-z prolly stole kinda way).But um yeah, fuck white people. No real reason, but sometimes people think because a guy falls in love with Lisa Loeb and bumps Oasis in the Stanz he somehow lost sight of the bigger picture, that the white devils of the world cant be trusted. Unless its Lisa Loeb, I would trust her with my ATM pin # (mainly because Intrust bank has a thing with giving your info to anybody any fucking way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6954593671510305573?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6954593671510305573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6954593671510305573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6954593671510305573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6954593671510305573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuck-yo-city-and-yo-town-i-state-facts.html' title='Fuck Yo City And Yo Town, I State Facts'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1375219201269720156</id><published>2009-02-11T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:55:26.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better-Than-U-Topia</title><content type='html'>So Im pushing the epic mixtape release Before I Embarass Myself into the summer. Why? Because its been upgraded to full on album status. I will be releasing my first album, and Im excited. Its going to be a limited release, prolly wont print up more than a 100 or so. So while Im trying to see how much money Ill need for it, Im going to be dropping "Better-Than-U-Topia". Not really a concept, just straight jacked the name from MVP, Umanga, and William Regal's group in Smackdown Vs Raw 2009. Anywho, I dont know where Im going with this yet. I have spit to "Brooklyn Girls", which I know is hypocritical and all that jazz, but the beat is nice, Charles though, still a gaybo. Also dropped "Crack A Bottle" over at ICTHIPHOP.COM, dont know if its upped yet, but I sent it in. Prolly gon throw the mixtape tracks (ie songs to industry beats) I did have for Before I... onto this mixtape. Im pushing myself on this. Trying to experiment with flows and really push my songwriting capabilities. I plan on dropping Better... March 24th, could be sooner. But I will put out that "Throwaways" mixtape thats just been hanging out. Im trying to work hard this year, because frankly this is all I have. Without being rapper Im just Michael fucking Guesby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1375219201269720156?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1375219201269720156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1375219201269720156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1375219201269720156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1375219201269720156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-than-u-topia.html' title='Better-Than-U-Topia'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3621502099269704527</id><published>2009-02-11T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:46:46.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Chris Brown Going To Have To Slap A Bitch?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tapemastersinc.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/chris-brown-shirt4close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 598px;" src="http://tapemastersinc.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/chris-brown-shirt4close.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVISARY: THE FOLLOWING BLOG CONTAINS SUPPORT OF SLAPPING A BITCH, IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, I SUGGEST YOU NEED NOT READ ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know, its nonstop talk about Chris Brown and Rhianna, but you know it aint fucked up until Mike Game adds his 2 cents. Now, we all know that Ive been quite hard on Chris Brown over the last year or so. Mainly because of his disrespect of a certain model I know. But honestly, when I heard Chris Brown beat up Rhianna, I was happier than a single mom with 4 kids on the first (Yay for Welfare,nooch), I mean I was excited to hear a young mixed brother like myself was out discipling bitches. I dont feel bad for Rhianna, not one fucking bit. Thats what happens when a bitch get outta line and talking crazy. Women are like children, how else will they learn not to fuck up unless you show them the consequences of fucking up? On top of that, the streets (and by streets, I mean internets) are talking. They saying Rhianna gave Young Breezy that herpes. Which in my book is always the perfect reason to slap anyone, let alone a lying cheating bitch. I mean Chris Brown was a fool for tryna lock her hoe ass down. He knew she was fucking Jay-Z, Jay's been with B since before Ri got hot. So Chris knew she was comfortable with cheating, those are bitches you cant trust. Now Rhianna is passing around STDs, that some unfaithful shit. Chris Brown youre ren-instated into the CLB, wear the colors proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3621502099269704527?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3621502099269704527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3621502099269704527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3621502099269704527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3621502099269704527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-chris-brown-going-to-have-to-slap.html' title='Is Chris Brown Going To Have To Slap A Bitch?!?!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3614717931397224727</id><published>2009-02-05T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:17:22.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TRANSEND LIFE</title><content type='html'>No, not really. In the midst of a quarell with a former associate I came to the conclusion that I may be bigger than I thought. This guy claims that he is a bigger artist than me, for the simple fact a few people in his neighborhood know him, and not me. I love black people, Im from the hood, buuuuuuut my music isnt for your average hood dweller. Im more than heavy bass and trap music. I love how the hood changed things on me. Apparently Im no longer "real" and am now "fake" because I dont live how they do. Im sorry, I got other things to do with my life than baby mama drama, ducking police and slanging crack. This fellow im in beef with claims to sell pounds of "bro" and ounces of "blow". Which from personally knowing the guy, I know not to be true. But for whatever reason he thinks he is better than me because of that. Ive accepted years back that more times than not, I will not get that stamp from the hood. I go over their heads. But I do get alot of positive feedback from casual rap fans, from people who arent really into it as much as I am. A few people have told me to test my music overseas. Which is pretty much the only place that supports real hiphop. Apparently I dont go hard. Apparently I have to just get violent on records to be accepted. ::sigh::  I try so hard to not do that. Im finally at the stage in my career where I feel comfortable in what Im doing, where Im content with the way I make music and the music I make. I feel if give every record my all, then Im fucking going hard. But then I got it, this guy is but 18. And Im 120% sure that in the years to come hip hop will just die. Its clear that the younger generations appreciate and accept fairly poorer quality in music.  Hip hop has a way to make you feel young and old at the same time. Im 21, Ive somewhat found myself,  my musical tastes are far and wide, I recognize and appreciate the value of not only a dollar but of hip hop. But these kids make me feel old, because I didnt know what the fuck a "stanky leg" was. They make me feel old because I dont give a fuck how much a nigga got. All I hear is "yeah he got money though". In defense of whatever shitty rapper they like. Or "he getting bitches", you know shit like that. Fucking K Sleep said some shit like "are you mad cuz he getting more money and hoes than you" when I said Chamillionaire is wack. And Im still pulling hard for the East Coast, when most of the people around me have accepted the Souths dominance. Which I wouldnt even say dominance because theyre not selling records either, sure radio plays em alot, but "Imma Do Me" was pretty hot in the streets, Rockos album did like 20k the first week. To an extent I feel money and success do mean something in regards to rappers. Like 50 Cent and Rick Ross, suffice it to say, 50 cent made more money and obtained more success than Rick Ross, so Ross has no leg to stand on. Sure 50 lost to Kanye West in 07, but did anyone else sell more than  those two? Rick Ross did something like 100k the first week last year, 50 Cent is such a bigger star. And Rick Ross wanted to say he is bigger in the South than 50 is. Well duh nigga. Thats like me saying Im more popular in the black community than the white community (although the lines are starting to cross). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to me and this fellow. Mike Game has transended rap. Im into making movies and such. Ive been invited to speak on hip hop at WSU. Reckless Abandon is at almost 3000 downloads. And people know me. I go places and get "Aint you Mike Game" it happens alot. No, people dont beg for autographs and shit, but still its nice to know people know me. And of course my video blogs are hi-larious. Mike Game is a personality moreso a rapper now. This fellow, not so much. He's sold 30 plus copies of his mixtape, which is the same gun and drug rap these wichita kids have been pushing for ages. I guess thats in the "HIP HOP TEXTBOOK" Chapter 1: Gangsta Image. Yal niggas can keep all that thuggin and buggin, Im out on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3614717931397224727?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3614717931397224727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3614717931397224727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3614717931397224727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3614717931397224727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-transend-life.html' title='I TRANSEND LIFE'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-844505893351008534</id><published>2009-02-02T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:59:27.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacking For Blogs (Thanks Jazzi)</title><content type='html'>So i was over at buffaloplaidgirl.blogspot.com and read my girl jazzi's post on 25 things about her, so I figured Id do the same, since people want to know so much bout Mike Game (ok not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Im a slave to corporate America, I have to have a 9 to 5 job, nothing else feels right to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hip Hop is my addiction, its a love/hate thing, at times I hate it, but can never walk away from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I drink alot, I have an addictive personality so it was easy to pick and drink, which is why I dont do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I smoke cigs, its one of my few stress relievers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Ive been arrested 5 times in 2008 alone, 3 for driving violations 2 for domestic violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I like to joke around about my DV charges, and often brag, I do it only to cope with the deep sadness and regret I have for the actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I have a God complex, I dont know how or why I ended up with it, but I think Im better than most people, and no matter how I try to beat it down with logic, no dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Contrary to what my tighter fitting clothes and less than urban speaking would lead you to belive, I am from the hood. Ive even sold drugs to provide for me n my lil sis when my mom was spending our money on the prescriptions shes addicted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I honestly believe 50 Cent n Diddy can do no wrong, if I saw 50 cent powerbomb an 8 year old, Id prolly find a way to justify it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I secretly hate myself, I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) 86% of the things you hear in Illprint music are things we'll either a) never do or b) wish we could do. I mean really have you heard how bad we treat women on records? If my relationship with Kai would show you anything its that im a sucker for love and a goddamned trick and a symp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I really hate the Wichita hip hop scene, some of its cool, most of it is a bunch of high school drop outs pretending theyre nice. And if I dont like your music then Im a fucking hater now, which I cant stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I really want to go to college, but in the 3 years that have passed since high school I kind of feel too dumb to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Im in the Army Reserves and Im best example of how to be lazy and get away with it, not that Im proud or anything, im just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I dont think Ill ever be married do to the last 3 gf's cheating on me, which does wonders for a young man's self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Last year my grandma died on my birthday thus forever branding my birthday was the worst day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-844505893351008534?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/844505893351008534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=844505893351008534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/844505893351008534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/844505893351008534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/jacking-for-blogs-thanks-jazzi.html' title='Jacking For Blogs (Thanks Jazzi)'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-373943398399698381</id><published>2009-01-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:26:04.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game &amp; K Sleep, Returns</title><content type='html'>So, I think me and Sleep are gonna record some music today. Maybe, I dont even feel like rapping anymore, drinking and not doing shit is just more eventful these days. And why make the music? Im sure someone is gon be crying about how its wack, which really means theyre mad they didnt think of the shit Im kicking. Naw, me and Kortez gon just drop some ill shit. Like "Illprint (We Go Hard)". Why not "Dub-K We Go Hard"? Cuz...fuck Dub K. Naw, not really. But why rep my city in my city? Plus that lil bitch Chaos is saying he runs the dub, even though no one knew bout him before he was affiliated with the worlds greatest rap group (Illprint). Plus he on his cover swagger jacking the whole Shocker thing my nigga Yolie created. But seriously, this city is full of bitch niggas running they mouths bout wanting to bring the city up, while simultaneously bringing the city down. Thats why, I only need to fuck wit K Sleep n Yolie. Mainly, because the 3 of us are the best rappers in the world. Ok seriously, we arent, but I know for a fact K Sleep will lyrically destroy every rapper in the city. Im willing to bet 4 zoo york tees on that. But anywho, back to this life I call CD Tradepost. Im outski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-373943398399698381?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/373943398399698381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=373943398399698381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/373943398399698381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/373943398399698381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/mike-game-k-sleep-returns.html' title='Mike Game &amp; K Sleep, Returns'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3822397665044093450</id><published>2009-01-20T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:54:55.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Saigon July 1977- Janurary 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/353363087_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.celebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/353363087_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! SAIGON WALKS INTO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE, HAS BEEN FOUND DEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im not even sure on what started the beef, but this shit is fucking insane. Joe Budden, just destroyed Saigon's every existance with "Pain In His Life". Given, Ive never been a fan of Saigon, I mean he's always shirtless talking about how he's the future of rap, when he picked up rapping in jail. He has no flow whatsoever, which is partly why I feel bad for him. I dont have flow either. I just got dope lyrics. This beef reminds me of the Infamous Mike Game vs XV battle in 06. I opted to go with a more soul stirring somber beat, with my lyrics just going at the guy. Added a hook, and made my song "B.I.B.L.E." more of an overall song of hatred. XV went with a hype ass beat, and just spit punchline after punchline after punchline, bringing in private parts of my life in humerous ways. Joe Budden has done the same, and basically I dont think Saigon can survive. Here are the highlights of Joe Budden anally raping Saigon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got a gut feeling you hot, I think you cant stomach a fever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shots peel at your entourage, nigga couldnt even get a deal on Entourage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me like, hows it harder to be me, when I lose in real life, but you cant even win on tv"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me why the dude Just Blaze signed, cant even catch a bassline out of Baseline"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Word on the computers is that he M-I-A, cuz he been fell off like Yung Berg on the scooter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Velcro his tongue, hope dude stick to his words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naw I dont his struggle is lacking, he did a long bid came home and had trouble adapting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the poor fans had kept the hope, when prison was the only place he's next to blow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though he called me a fag, like he homophopic, when they had him on his knees saying Homo hold it, spun him around he say Please dont poke it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See thats when the lies get deeper, he went in a tight end but came out a wide receiver"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone better call the 3rd wheel so they can stop the fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fill his whole body wit metal now he Weapon-X"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's like hockey, he retired for a minute, came back and no one cared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know Im a rap Giant dont Plax yaself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cut the track off, listen to ya thoughts, checkmate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean those are the highlights, the whole song is a 5 star epic diss. If I was Saigon, Id just continue to not do shit, cuz if I were to respond with the mediocore skills Sai pocesses, Id run risk of playing myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Saigon said when he sees Joe Budden he's gon punch in the fucking face. Well Sai, this is really the only way to get back at Joe. Surely rapping wont do it cuz youll just get ate again. Buuuut, I wouldnt wanna fuck around and get beat the fuck down by Joe Budden either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3822397665044093450?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3822397665044093450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3822397665044093450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3822397665044093450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3822397665044093450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-saigon-july-1977-janurary-2009.html' title='R.I.P. Saigon July 1977- Janurary 2009'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3208589717572955985</id><published>2009-01-19T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:02:33.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Im Going To Quit Rap For Sure, Ima Be A Wrestler</title><content type='html'>Man, at 21 you realize some things in your life are escaping you, such as childhood dreams. When I was 5 I thought being a rapper would be cool one day, and after 5 mixtapes and a career spanning 12 years of rapping (only 5 of actual recording), I can say that its not that cool anymore. After seeing season 1 of Entourage, I figured I wanted to be an actor. My boy Gavin is shooting a movie and wants me to a male lead, so Im adding that to the resume. Suffice it to say, Im doing alot of things Child Mike wanted to do. Now, Im going to be a wrestler. My boy Angel (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Medina_(wrestler) ) use to wrestler in ECW and has agreed to train me. So there it is, Mike Game rapper/actor/wrestler. You know it kinda feels good to go back and do alot of things you wanted to do as kid. Sure, Im not winning Oscars or Grammys, nor am I selling out arenas and making millions like I envisioned I would as a kid. But Im trying my hand at my dreams. Something alot of people cant say they can do.  So there you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3208589717572955985?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3208589717572955985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3208589717572955985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3208589717572955985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3208589717572955985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-im-going-to-quit-rap-for-sure.html' title='I Think Im Going To Quit Rap For Sure, Ima Be A Wrestler'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1231179116942849979</id><published>2009-01-17T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:39:04.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Christian "Yung Berg" Ward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://str8nyc.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/yungberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://str8nyc.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/yungberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Berg,&lt;br /&gt;As the Chairman Of The Coalition of Lightskinned Brothers (CLB), I am finally terminating your membership, giving you a banishment for life. Now, do not feel bad about yourself. Youre now part of the CBLB (Coalition of Banned Lightskinned Brothers), youre accompanied by Terrance Howard, Chris Brown, and Teck Money from the Real World. T.H. was banned for his oversaturation in cinema and output of shitty material, C.B. is banned for a personal incident involving my co-Chairman Sir Ceza Dejanero of Philadelphia, and Teck is banned for the say reason youre banned, excessive niggerdom. Now Berg, when I saw a talented lightskinned brother come in the game with such ferocity was you did, I took notice. When all the ladies were snatching cool playas off the wall to get they groove on when "Sexy Lady" came on, we were down. But over the last year, I dont know what got into you. You went on a tangent about dark skinned women, known in the CLB as Dark Butts. In the CLB, do we generally stay away from females darker than us? Yes, yes we do, but its only to keep the skin of the future generations that smooth caramel color the world is so fond of. But we do not discriminate, if our hearts want dark butts, then dark butts it tis to be! Then fellow CLB Maino had to slap you and put you in your place, as a good member you sat and tooketh like a biatch. Then you were going at senior member Shad "Wow Bow" Moss, whos been in the CLB since its inception in 2000. Then you commited the worst of all offenses, and let that dark muthafucka Trick Trick run your chain. Berg, you continually play yourself, and as a result, play out the CLB. Recent video footage of your fiasco (not of Lupe proportions) with the cops. WHAT THE FUCK BERG?! You are damaging the integrity of the CLB with such shennanigans. We dont cooperate with police, we dont acknowledge ourselves as "Artists" to get off. We are men, we take whats handed to us and moveth forth. We do not crash mopeds. You have upset me, Berg you are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Michael Emmanuel Guesby Esquire&lt;br /&gt;         aka&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mike Game of Wichita&lt;br /&gt;Chairman Of The CLB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1231179116942849979?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1231179116942849979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1231179116942849979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1231179116942849979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1231179116942849979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-christian-yung-berg-ward.html' title='Dear Christian &quot;Yung Berg&quot; Ward'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5491809175073885509</id><published>2009-01-14T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:18:46.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24th Bitches</title><content type='html'>Before I Embarass Myself, will be dropping March 24th for your listening pleasure. You guys will be treated to a whole new Mike Game. There is no guest appearences on this one. Im really going all the way in on this. Ive figured ive never really pushed myself in my music. Ive been doing whats easy for the last few years. But now Im ready to step it up and give it my all. Right now, its not bout being the best rapper period, its about making you feel how I feel. Alot of people tell me just to write the shit the happens to me in my life and put it on record, and I will. I honestly feel as if Im somewhere else in this rap shit. Like I dont fuck with everybody. Like Im all by myself in this music. I mean Im cool with alot of people, but we dont gel well musically. The only 2 people I really make good music with is Yolie and K Sleep. But keep an eye out on the page for the videos for "Before Before I..." which is the making of Before I Embarass Myself. Which will be me just spitting son, I dont really make beats. But as always its Illprint Bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5491809175073885509?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5491809175073885509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5491809175073885509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5491809175073885509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5491809175073885509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/march-24th-bitches.html' title='March 24th Bitches'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6798183257167767009</id><published>2009-01-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:26:43.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If 50's Back, Then Mike's Back</title><content type='html'>So I was over at XXLMAG.COM, chillin in the bangers section, hearing a bunch of new 50 Cent tracks, and he's fucking back. On "Play This On The Radio" he just comes out hungry and swinging. "First they think the faggot's hot, then they let that junkie shine/They gave em all the trophies, so tell me where the fuck is mine". Pretty much going off and Kanye and Wayne. Which is needed. Because Kanye talks alot of shit, and no one really goes at him, because he's a bitch. His music is phenomenal, but its his ego that fucks with me. He acts as if he's the greatest person to do music ever in life. And Wayne, well Carter 3 was enjoyable. But he is not as good as people like to make him out to be. I dont understand the hype. But 50 sounds hungry again, and why wouldnt he? I mean they cancelled his tv show and they cancelled the production of his Pontiac G8 Truck. So he feeling the pressure. So since he's back, Im back. Fuck all the soft emo shit I was working on, I gotta come for these niggas throats. Its Illprint Bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6798183257167767009?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6798183257167767009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6798183257167767009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6798183257167767009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6798183257167767009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-50s-back-then-mikes-back.html' title='If 50&apos;s Back, Then Mike&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-40039828369223584</id><published>2009-01-09T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:45:37.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I Lied...Again</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday night me and Josh went to Jezebels, I got drunk and spent too much money, fell in love with a skripper by the name of Essence, and slept all of thursday. So I dont have "Throwaways" up as I said I would. But its ok, I will zip it down and zip it out. I got drill this weekend so you know that I got a whole lot to do, nooch. But its all old songs, so I dont know why I am fucking around. And I may be pushing back "Before I Embarass Myself". Mainly cuz Im no longer recording the music I wanted to for that project, Im back to typical Illprint affair (ie songs about rapping and fucking moms). Naw, Ill still put BIEM out on time. Prolly release another mixtape next month "Mike Games Happy Times". Because the music, well, itll be happy fucking music. 3 mixtapes in 3 months? What the fuck Mike? Dont tell me youre getting consistent? No, no Im not. Wait, yes, yes I am. So be ready for alot of Mike Game, youre soon going to be forced to fucking LOVE ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-40039828369223584?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/40039828369223584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=40039828369223584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/40039828369223584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/40039828369223584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-i-liedagain.html' title='Ok, I Lied...Again'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1567754762092356884</id><published>2009-01-07T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:58:09.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guesby Genetics</title><content type='html'>As well as my deep beliefs in religion and male supriority, I also hold deep beliefs in genetics. Meaning, I believe that all things done in generations before in my bloodline contribute to decisions I make on a day to day basis. Which sucks bad, because it adds to the fears I have. Like my mother, I suffer from fucking codepency. She is so dependant on my father, for whatever reason. Which Ive lead to believe, contributes to my ever needing to be in some sort of relationship. Like my dad, I also believe Im the most important person to anybody. I, myself, like to remind him time and time again that I do not need him and he is of minimal importance in my life. But at the same fucking time I remind him the opposite because do to my license being suspended, I cant register or insure the Stanz, in which I have registered in his name. Like my grandfather, his siblings, and his father, I loves to drink. And like his brother Al, I may or may not have a thing for violence of the domestic nature. But my grandmother loved shoes, like I do. But she was also a diabetic, which I am fearful of already being. Also like my grandfather, I am short and weigh next to nothing. My cousin Sherman and I are fucking twins and its scary. Because not only is he not mixed, hes a good 8 years older than me. But we both have a love white women, and a love of the word bitch. I think he got locked up for beating a bitches ass, and from what I hear, it wasnt justified in any means. Like my dads sister, my aunt, Gina, I have a thing for acting, unfortunately for me no one has shown interest in my acting capabilities (you bitches). My sister though, is plus sized, like my grandma and most women in the Guesby family. So I win. HA! Take that T Gues!! But the one Guesby trait that shapes me the most is dedication. A Guesby will stick to something until the end of fucking time. My uncle Bug (my grandpas brother, in which Ive never learned his real name, what if its something plain like Tom?), worked at the carpet mill in Anadarko, OK until it closed down, and then found a job making way more. Was that job always there? Prolly, but why leave something youve been doing forever? Which is why Im still at CD Tradepost and still rapping. Im pretty fucking sure that I could find another job making double what I make now, but if I know this job like the bottom of my penis and live ok off the wages I earn, why not stick with it? Women who read this, you might wanna start conditioning yourself to become a Guesby, cuz its waaaaay better than being a Byrd (oooooh, got ya Sleep, Im playing though bro, Im sure its dope being a Byrd)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1567754762092356884?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1567754762092356884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1567754762092356884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1567754762092356884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1567754762092356884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/guesby-genetics.html' title='Guesby Genetics'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8158698115423676301</id><published>2009-01-07T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:42:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Next For Mike In 2009???</title><content type='html'>Me and Kortez have formed a production team, MKMB Productions (Mike n Kortez Making Beats). We really havent made any beats yet, Ive just been gathering samples to use for when we execute the move. I figured why not make beats? Everyone else is doing it. Thing is, once we start making beats, we'll prolly never rap to anyone else beats forever. And unlike everyone else, we prolly wont even sell our beats to anyone. Given our beats are hot and people want on them, the only way to get them is have us featured on the song as well. But thats just wishful thinking on my part. We also got the wedding of Ceza to Nessa, which Im more than excited about. Because, well Ive known Cez for a good 8-10 years. And weve both have been in and out on this relationship thing. Im happy to see my brother land that right one. Lord knows after Ms. L, the foundation of failure for future girls was laid. But Nessa locked the boy down. She had my nephew Trey (Andre McDaniel 3rd). So even they dont work out 10 years down the line, shes still my nephews mama, so shell always have some form of respect from me. Ceza and Kortez dont really know each other well, but its cool, Cez still tossed my other brother an invite. See, thats the beautiful thing bout good friends. Me n Cez are best friends, but we live on different parts of the country, but he recognizes my brother Kortez as his, and vice versa. Plus, Mike, Kortez, and Ceza together, at once??? SHENNANIGANS!!! I already told Ceza, he best not have a Bacheleor Party, cuz me and Kortez are more than likely gon get drunk and try to persuade the strippers to suck us off. And Ill also prolly try to spit game to his sister Erika. I mean she single and we both grown, thats all Im saying. LOL naw, Im just excited to see a beautiful union take place. Plus, you know we gon get in the booth and just rip it up something vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to look forward to in 2009? I dont know, come December, itll be my 2nd year at CD Tradepost. October will be my 3rd year in the Army, making my contract almost fulfilled. I may finally record an album, naaaaaaaw I wont. "Before I Embarass Myself" will drop in March. Prolly squeeze another Gold Card Gang mixtape out during the summer. Fuck, the K Sleep solo mixtape may even come out. Its like the Wichita Detox, I fucking swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8158698115423676301?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8158698115423676301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8158698115423676301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8158698115423676301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8158698115423676301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-next-for-mike-in-2009.html' title='Whats Next For Mike In 2009???'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6479968387495120033</id><published>2009-01-05T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:12:34.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas' Number 1 Blog</title><content type='html'>I swear, I have the greatest blog in my city, and thus my state. I wanna have the greatest blog evar. But as far as ridicilous blogs go, I fucking win. I mean where else can you go to get random tagnents about rappers, as well as blogs about chocolate cake? I mean I wanna go back to the days of raw controversy, the shit that made my myspace blog so hot in the skreets. But unfortunately, I am no longer the angry teenager I once was. I matured into the depressed adult you see now. I wish I had the motivation to do better things in life. For I feel a radio show, or tv show, pretty much anything that can be used as a soapbox, would be fucking perfect for me. But I dont have the motivation to do anything but drink and play smackdown vs raw 2009.Which is by far the best and worst Smackdown ever. Way better than 08, for Ive been in the company for like a year (in the game) and have every title. In 08, Ive been in the company for a year and still have a rating of 37 with no title shot, and a ridiclous fued with ECW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if theres some sort of award to be won for blogging in Wichita, I win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6479968387495120033?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6479968387495120033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6479968387495120033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6479968387495120033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6479968387495120033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/kansas-number-1-blog.html' title='Kansas&apos; Number 1 Blog'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6350512130602427995</id><published>2009-01-05T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:06:07.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game Presents "Throwaways"</title><content type='html'>So on Friday I will be dropping my "Throways" Mixtape. Its just a lose collection of songs and freestyles Ive recorded throughout 2008. Theyre left overs from the unfished mixtape epic "I Love The 90's". As well as songs left off of "Reckless Abandon" and it also includes the first 2 singles from the Illprint mixtape "Definate Supremacy". So here's the tracklist. Friday the cd comes out, download it, and continue to hate Mike Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gather Round ft. K Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2) Right Now (Yal Niggas Gotta Die)&lt;br /&gt;3) Good Stuff Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;4) Big Hammers ft. Big Steel &amp; Stringer Barksdale&lt;br /&gt;5) Go Hard (freestyle)&lt;br /&gt;6) Late&lt;br /&gt;7) Flashing Lights ft. Yolie&lt;br /&gt;8) Mike Shot Ya ft. JDaKidd&lt;br /&gt;9) 5,000 Ones ft. Rapgodathers.com&lt;br /&gt;10) The Coolest Mike&lt;br /&gt;11) Mike's Millionith Milli Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;12) 3 Kings ft. Mantis &amp; JDaKidd&lt;br /&gt;13) Droppin Gems (Drop A Gem On Em 08)&lt;br /&gt;14) Bust Yo Face&lt;br /&gt;15) Smile 08&lt;br /&gt;16) Wouldnt Get Far Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;17) T.R.O.Y. 08 ft. Ceza Dejanero&lt;br /&gt;18) For Tha Ladiiieeezzz&lt;br /&gt;19) For The City&lt;br /&gt;20) Mighty Healthy Freestyle&lt;br /&gt;21) Mike N Steel Freestyle ft. Big Steel&lt;br /&gt;22) Money (Yolie ft. Mike Game)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6350512130602427995?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6350512130602427995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6350512130602427995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6350512130602427995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6350512130602427995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/mike-game-presents-throwaways.html' title='Mike Game Presents &quot;Throwaways&quot;'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6367333516809722103</id><published>2009-01-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:19:02.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake For Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.infinitybrush.com/Gallery%204/White%20Icing%20Chocolate%20Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 553px;" src="http://www.infinitybrush.com/Gallery%204/White%20Icing%20Chocolate%20Cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped by Dillions to pick up my lunch as I was on my from the bank. My lunch is the same thing everyday, microwavable Dinty Moore beef stew. As Im walking around aimlessly, I head over to the bakery. What do I see? Cake. Not any cake, chocolate cake with white icing, which is only my 2nd favorite kind of cake, behind strawberry of course. So I see it is 2 slices for 2 dollars. So I gripped it. Grabbed my red bull, dr pepper (or DP as the streets call it), beef stew, and pack of menthols. Cake is my breakfast this morning. Which is really one of the few luxuries of adulthood. I find myself doing things as an adult, that child Mike would be jealous of. Like, sometimes Ill stay up late playing video games. Child Mike was never allowed. I eat McDonalds every day, Child Mike only once a week, and thats if the grades were good. And today, I ate cake for breakfast. And as I took that first bite, I could feel Child Mike staring me down with hate in his eyes, as he mouthed "You punk bitch". So Child Mike, this cakes for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6367333516809722103?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6367333516809722103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6367333516809722103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6367333516809722103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6367333516809722103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/cake-for-breakfast.html' title='Cake For Breakfast'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4092302892806635304</id><published>2009-01-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:38:21.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Wichita, Im Moving To Harlem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harlemcdc.org/Images/Harlem-North60txt6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 510px; height: 385px;" src="http://www.harlemcdc.org/Images/Harlem-North60txt6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all know how much I hate Harlem rapsters (Cam'ron, Charles Hamilton and the likes), but I was over at the worlds greatest blog (byroncrawford.com), and he was talking bout white women who move to Harlem for the cheap homes, but are deciding to move out because niggas keep hollaring at em. Theyll walk down the street, to I dont know, Jamba Juice or some shit (wherever white New Yorkers go), and black guys would say shit like "Yo baby you got a phat ass" or "Aye, aye WHERE YO MAN AT?!". Ok, Im guessing thats what they said, I have no concrete evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I recently spoke to Josh's new hire at Pawnee &amp; Seneca, Laura, who is a white woman. She told me that black guys really do say shit like "Where yo man at?!". Which is something Josh said black guys do, but Ive never really heard it myself. Black guys, feel me in on such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the post. As Bol pointed out, if these women are being hit on by niggas, then they must be the type of white girl that white dudes dont find attractive. Meaning, they must not have pancake asses with mismatching abnormally sized breasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may be asking, "Mike was does this have to do with you?". Well douche, I will tell you. Throughout my life, my love of white women as proved to work most times in my advantage. I am usually almost always the first black guy theyre with. Mainly because of my "sorta blackness". Menaing, I am dark enough in color, with some negro overtones to my personality, but still relate to the common white person, because well I am also "sorta white". And like Bol, I am always viewed as that non-threatening black person white people spend their whole social existence trying to find. Unfortunately, the role of non-threating black guy hinders my career in rap, because fuck if white people arent even scared of you, it means most black people dont either. So I plan on moving to Harlem, to save these white women from forever hating black guys. I figure I could clean the fuck up out there, for I am striking out here. Because theres only 2 types of white women here, the ones who dont like black guys, and the one who only like black guys, and those bitches talk more hoodrat than most black hoodrats I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4092302892806635304?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4092302892806635304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4092302892806635304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4092302892806635304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4092302892806635304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-wichita-im-moving-to-harlem.html' title='Fuck Wichita, Im Moving To Harlem'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1073703457227424061</id><published>2008-12-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:09:25.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game's New Years Resolutions!!!!</title><content type='html'>1)Hating - I promise to stop hating on so much and so many people. I mean I never look at it as hating, but you people do, so Ill hold my tongue a little more. MC SonSo knows he sucks ass, I dont need to tell him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bitches - I vow to fuck a higher quality of bitch this year. I usually go for the average girl , I think in 09 I will strive for excellence. As Phonte would say "Those with low self esteem need not apply"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Music - I promise to deliver at least 5 projects. I have 2 on deck already, but I promise to deliver the best music youve heard from me. I want you all to feel how I feel when I hear me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Beef - I promise to not get into any rap beef in 2009. I will try my best not tell niggas I hate that I hate them. So if you have any problem with Mike Game, please know that nothing will come of it, but you looking foolish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) McDonalds - I promise to cut down my meals at McDonalds from 5 a week to 2 a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1073703457227424061?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1073703457227424061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1073703457227424061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1073703457227424061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1073703457227424061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/mike-games-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Mike Game&apos;s New Years Resolutions!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1641124384284923433</id><published>2008-12-31T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:27:43.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Recognition (A CD Tradepost Story)!!!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, as I was at work at the CDT visting 2008 Blog Of The Year, Byroncrawford.com, and chatting to my area manager/best friend Josh Stratman, the mail came. It was a package from the CDT Home Office addressed to the former manager (no need to mention her name, for she fucking sucks). Which fucked my soul up, I was like "Why after 2 months as manager dont they fucking just send shit in my name?", whatever. Anyways inside the package was something for who? ME!! Thus making why it wasnt addressed to Mike Guesby even more puzzling. Anywho, it was a card from the President of CD Tradepost saying "Mike, Thanks for the hard over the last year and the extra help at South Rock. I appreciate when people step up to a challenge-Jason". Attached to the card was my One Year Of Service pin. I quickly attached the pin to my Aero polo shirt. I felt proud, for whatever fucking reason. Now, technically I have been with the company for 2 years. I left after almost a year to join the reserves and then got a new job for 2 months then arrived back at my favorite place to be CDT. Before I was manager I was simply labeled as a part timer. Although I often worked 35-38 hours a week. So I pulled out the Employee Handbook, a handbook I make my employees read but have myself never read. So it states after a year of full time service (35 plus hours a week) an employee is eligible for 5 days PAID VACATION. So I am going to fight for the vacation. Though not considered full time, I did work the needed hours. If I dont get vacation, fuck it, Ill just throw a fit. Not like Ill quit, I dont think Im capable of doing anything else. While reading the handbook (which I knew I shouldnt have done), it said I am only allowed 3 smoke breaks a shift. I usually take 6 or 7. Mainly out of boredom, for my store does next to no business, which I love coming from the madhouse that is Pawnee &amp; Seneca. I have already predicted my future. I will manager here for years, then Ill get offered a job at the Home Office, which I will more than likely take. Ill continue to hate life, but will hate it making more money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell ya, if I to choose between rap or CD Tradepost, Ill tell ya Im picking CD Tradepost. Last week, a good customer of mine came in wanting a DS Lite for her little girl. I had 3 DS Lite's, but they just came in and I have to hold em for 2 wks so the serials come back clean. She asked if I could hold it, and I said "Sure". So they come in today, the little girl doesnt know what shes getting. Her mom tells me "Go grab it", so I head to the back, and ring up the DS Lite. The little girl just went crazy. She was all happy and excited. But started begging for DS games, and I told the mom "Ooooohh I wanna tell her" she said "No no" and I said "Ima tell her" and the mom said "Ok tell her", and so I asked the girl if she opened all her presents, she said no and that her mom was making her wait. And I said "Well, last week your mom came in and got you 5 DS games, but I wont tell you which ones" then the little girl screamed in excitement, and begged for me to tell her. But I didnt, mainly cuz I dont care to remember the shit customers buy from me. But yeah, thats why I do it. I do it for the smiles on the kids. I also do it because it places the destiny of many a douchebag in my hands. I am what stands between you your crappy items and whatever drug you need to use. See, I determine how much I will pay and if Ill pay anything at all for the shit you bring it. Which is why, if any of the people who sell me shit read this, DONT EVER EVER EVER tell me some sort of sad story or how much you need to do whatever. Because thats mean I start marking shit way the fuck down. Just out of spite. Say what you want bout my life rappers. Theres some of us who dont work 9 to 5's because music has been very kind to them (or in Stephon's case are just douchebags who sponge of they girls mom), theres others that have to work. Thing is, my job is better than yours. Cuz most of you niggas work fast food still, rapping in the back was the fries cook. I on the otherhand I AM THE BOSS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1641124384284923433?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1641124384284923433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1641124384284923433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1641124384284923433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1641124384284923433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-recognition-cd-tradepost-story.html' title='Finally, Recognition (A CD Tradepost Story)!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1006274860800966397</id><published>2008-12-30T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:07:30.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Going To Do It, Mike Game Is Getting Deeeeeeep</title><content type='html'>So this weekend, I did some recording for "Before I Embarass Myself" (aka the greatest thing Ive ever done). And my original intentions was to finish what I started on "Reckless Abandon" and take it further to the left. "Reckless Abandon" wasnt the typical mixtape from these parts, it was just different. I just did what I felt on every song. I didnt really make any buzz singles or street bangers if you will. I just tried my best to deliver just nice raps. Songs on the mixtape like "Girl", "Rap Alone",  "Big Dreams" and "Say Hello" were glimpses into my life outside of being a rapper. Something I feel no one really gets into. And if they do its them macking hoes or hustling, which I know isnt these other guys day to day life. As of now Im split, Ive got 8 songs in one direction and 6 in another. The first 8 were more lighthearted affairs, where I through caution to the wind and had fun with rapping. The other 6 though were depressing to say the very least. Its more in the vain of Atmosphere than anything else Ive done. "Foolish Games" and "Perfect Present-tense" are soaked with raw emotion from my dealings with relationships. I leaked "Birds Must Fly" a month or so ago and it dealt with my emotional state after my granda died and me n my girl broke up all in the same week. And you know what, raw emotion is what this Wichita scene Im in is missing. No one really examines their innerselves and reflect it on record. Why? Because I guess its not cool. Its not manly to do such. But Im doing it. Mike Game does "emo-rap" if you will. In March, Before I Embarass Myself drops, and the month before I will release all this other stuff. Get to know me, because you and I live the same life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1006274860800966397?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1006274860800966397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1006274860800966397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1006274860800966397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1006274860800966397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to-do-it-mike-game-is-getting.html' title='Im Going To Do It, Mike Game Is Getting Deeeeeeep'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7443432823313973950</id><published>2008-12-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:12:22.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Rap Duos</title><content type='html'>I think Ima do a lil blog on my favorite rap duos, since Ive been apart of a few like GNC (Game n Ceza) Gold Card Gang (Mike Game n Yolie) and Illprint (Mike Game n K Sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Little Brother&lt;br /&gt;They just got this ill chemistry that just always works, like on the Listening, Pooh was clearly not as good as Phonte, but Pooh used the props Phonte was getting and hate he was receiving and just improved, fast forward to last years GetBack, and in my opinion, Rapper Big Pooh had the better verses on half the album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Phife Dawg &amp; Q Tip (Tribe Called Quest)&lt;br /&gt;Now the first ATCQ album (Peoples Instinctive Travels....) was basically a Q Tip solo, I really dont know any songs that Phife was on. But what makes this group special is the same thing that makes me n Sleep special, the balance of two extremes. Phife Digg is always amp'd up excited and loud (like Mike Game), but Q Tip is mellow cool and calm (like K Sleep), and the mix of em its just remarkable. The tag teams they ran on songs like "Check The Rhime" "Electric Relaxation" "Hot Sex On A Platter", was just ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) EPMD&lt;br /&gt;I personally do not like EPMD, I dont hate em, I just dont like alot of shit they do, but this is on here for Sleep, cuz I know he'll read this and bitch cuz they arent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Capone-N-Norega (CNN, bitch!!)&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!!! I really cant talk bout how much CNN really shaped the way me n Sleep approach this shit. The War Report is a classic album, Nore just comes with a lighthearted way of telling these street tales, but Capone, that nigga just keeps it real. They new album Channel 10 drops next month, I will be owning it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Mobb Deep&lt;br /&gt;Besides the Wu Tang Clan, Mobb Deep is just my favorite rap group ever. They just stay grimey and stay New York. I own every album from Juvenile Hell to Blood Money, got all 3 Prodigy solos and the Havoc solo. Havoc beats just give Prodigy the perfect landscape for street naratives. Then when you throw Alchemist in, its just mayhem all around. Though they have fallen off some (and by they, I mean Prodigy, who used all his rhymes on H.N.I.C.) but I still fucks wit em. Signing to G Unit wasnt perfect in the eyes of the fans, but these dudes been doing it for awhile and it was good to get that big mainstream exposure. But from Juvenile Hell to Murda Muzik, Prodigy &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Havoc, Infamy to Blood Money Prodigy &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Havoc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention :&lt;br /&gt;Illprint (Mike Game n K Sleep)&lt;br /&gt;We're just fucking dope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7443432823313973950?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7443432823313973950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7443432823313973950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7443432823313973950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4451996582869797762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/mike-previews-new-tracks-video.html' title='Mike Previews New Tracks (video)'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8787891735100028071</id><published>2008-12-17T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:59:51.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game The Rapper.....</title><content type='html'>IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Niggas is putting out garbage and I need to be the equalizer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5803107603682542367</id><published>2008-12-16T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:27:17.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Life......</title><content type='html'>Is full of awesome possum surprises....NOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today on the way to work the defrost on the Stanza UAV (Urban Assualt Vehicle) went out. So everything that was coming off the road (ice, snow and the likes) froze on my windshield. So I pull over to scrap it off and then it just dies. And then a cop pulls up behind me checking to see if I was ok. And thats the moment I knew the way I live is going to get back to me. Not only do I not have a DL, theres 3 or 4 empty bottles of soco hanging out on the floor. Clearly not in plain view, mainly because mcdonalds bags, menthol boxes, and my Army gear clutter the floor. But had he ran my license and/or spotted any of the bottles, then Mike Guesby wouldve been severely fucked. Also, my "til the wheels fall off" nature may get the best of me. I stayed in an unhealthy relationship until it was clear that nothing good would come of it (i.e. I got arrested again). And now my car is pretty much dead. People talk alot of shit on my stanza, as if its the best I can do. When its quite the opposite. I can more than afford and better car, but as long as it ran good I felt no need to get rid of it. So thursday, since its my day off. Ima go down and test drive some Scion's. I am a fan of the box Scion for whatever reason, so I may cop one of those.  Ill prolly lease it, no sense in draining my checking account for a car. Or I could go to the used car lot and buy out right something for a few thousand. I dont know what I am to do. I could also just spend the 300 dollars and get my moms car fixed and just take that. But situations like this, make it feel good to be Mike Game. Because I let so much of life out to the public, that people think they know me, when in fact they dont. People judge me simply by the shitty car I drive. When any one close will tell you bout the money I have in the bank, and material things I splurge on (as far as local celebrity status I can count on 1 hand who beats me on the shoe game, and even then Im only a few pairs away from jumping ahead of them, or the chain I got and never wear, the only chain that gots me on that is Cliff's). I just dont feel the need to be out in the streets like that. I mean what do I have to gain besides making my foes look foolish? I mean they do it already by spewing falsehoods and gossiping falicies thats funny as fuck. My favorite rumor about myself is that I dont get girls. When this nigga and that nigga and that nigga over there have all had sex with the same few bitches. I just dont feel the need to associate with the same type of females you do, nor do I feel the need to advertise who I mess with. This town is so small and so big at the same time. And its really just a big episode of Gossip Girls, cuz thats all these guys do is talk about the next man. Which in turn, makes me one of the biggest figures around. I may not get the love props or respect, but I definately got the hate. Almost everyone who does music here knows me by name and knows my history and knows its not cool to like Mike Game. Which makes me feel special. Because I know 2 rappers from here, who got the same "big ups and mad love" to they face, but almost everyone would talk negatively about them behind they back. Which is the same shit thats happening with me. So thank you foes, by hating me youre placing me higher in the pecking order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5803107603682542367?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5803107603682542367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5803107603682542367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5803107603682542367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5803107603682542367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-life.html' title='This Life......'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7588095886316588979</id><published>2008-12-15T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:03:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something To Think About</title><content type='html'>**enters room**&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and peep game, and see Game&lt;br /&gt;Sing the same songs that the ogs sang&lt;br /&gt;Gimme the loot bitch drop ya purse and ya neckless&lt;br /&gt;Im suggesting, that you shut up and have my dick for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Im reckless, the questions pile up by the millions&lt;br /&gt;The children walk into the abyss and lack feeling&lt;br /&gt;About anything other than whats going on right now&lt;br /&gt;And thats Mike Game hitting licks on kids like Im Mysonne&lt;br /&gt;My songs, get called wack garbage and trash&lt;br /&gt;But if Im so bad why do you fags acknowledge the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I even exist, thats right you wish you were this&lt;br /&gt;Foul mouthed closed minded muthafucka from the other&lt;br /&gt;Side of the mind back in a time when I used to love H.E.R.&lt;br /&gt;But now I just smother my lover in Southern Comfort&lt;br /&gt;And rush her out the door so that my new bitch can jump her&lt;br /&gt;Fuck her, fuck this rap shit, fuck ya homies and your mother&lt;br /&gt;Im going off on a tangent, when my plans get&lt;br /&gt;So twisted and diluted, who would even try to understand it&lt;br /&gt;The damage, to my ego is like the shot that killed the Death Star&lt;br /&gt;Eating cold chef boy-r, pondering on who the best are&lt;br /&gt;Not yal, not anyone that you believe it is&lt;br /&gt;Cuz seeing is believing and I still havent seen this shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7588095886316588979?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7588095886316588979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7588095886316588979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7588095886316588979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7588095886316588979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something To Think About'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7337904934490913153</id><published>2008-12-15T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:46:50.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Winter</title><content type='html'>Dear Winter,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you punk bitch. Its fucking cold outside. I hate this shit sooooooooo bad. I cant even go outside to smoke a cig because I may freeze to death. Sure when its 112 degrees outside it sucks, but I can go out in a tank top and basketball shorts and be straight. Not today, oh no. Had to wear a sweater a hoodie and a fucking coat. Im too skinny for the cold bitch, so Winter, if you could do me a fucking solid, and go away. Wait, if you can bump the temp up to say, 40-50 degrees, Id be thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7337904934490913153?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7337904934490913153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7337904934490913153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7337904934490913153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7337904934490913153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-winter.html' title='Dear Winter'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8385647296693068227</id><published>2008-12-12T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:33:22.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Are Made For Drinking (video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRt7FOw90PE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jRt7FOw90PE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-are-made-for-drinking.html' title='Thursday Are Made For Drinking (video)'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8120281415221317861</id><published>2008-12-11T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:55:40.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Hamilton Is A Gaybo (video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqB8FVpEQIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqB8FVpEQIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8120281415221317861?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8120281415221317861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8120281415221317861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8120281415221317861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8120281415221317861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/charles-hamilton-is-gaybo-video.html' title='Charles Hamilton Is A Gaybo (video)'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5780939965930708234</id><published>2008-12-11T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:57:18.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man I Love My New Job...DRINKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/2485710418_bdfa2c73ba.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/2485710418_bdfa2c73ba.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that Im done with rapping, I can now thoroughly pursue my new favorite past time....DRINKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ive dedicated myself to a new role in my circle of friends, I am now that guy who may not drink too much. Last night, as I do many nights, I drank until I passed out. Last night was a lil sweeter for most nights, for today is my day off. So instead of drinking until the reasonable hour of 1 am, to get up at 8 (well the alarm goes off at 8, I dont really get up til round 8:30), I got to drink until somewhere around 5:30, 6. I dont really know for sure. Because apparently my mom got up for school and took my bottle of Southern Comfort out of my hand. Apparently, it had spilled onto the floor. And I really wish there was a pic floating around of me drunk on the couch passed out with my arm hanging off the side wit my soco spilling out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know why I drink so much, I just know that my life is no longer complete with out my booze. And today I am in my zoo york lounge wear, debating on rather or not I want to take a shower. Because I dont plan on going anywhere today, maybe to McDonalds and run that number 12 (I need therapy for I am a bipolar alcoholic chainsmoker who is Nuggnuts!!!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways kids, I got more drinking to do, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5780939965930708234?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5780939965930708234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5780939965930708234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5780939965930708234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5780939965930708234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-i-love-my-new-jobdrinking.html' title='Man I Love My New Job...DRINKING'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-9044777581073191722</id><published>2008-12-10T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:10:19.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulja Boy Cranks Dat "Fuck You Bitch" On Charles Smackilton</title><content type='html'>So the internets most beloved nonrhyming Sonic sucking junkie, teh ghey Charles Hamilton (or Smackilton as I call him), has gotten into a war of words with none other that Soulja Boy. And its pretty much the most hater shit Ive seen in my life. Now, when Ice-T went at Soulja Boy, I thought it was wrong cuz Ice is old as fuck and his fans dont even pay SB any mind and vice versa. But in Charles, I see extreme jealously. He goes on and on, that Soulja Boy makes it hard for hipster rappers like himself, Kid Cudi, Asher Roth, and all the other dbags on that freshmen 10 cover of XXL to be taking seriously. NO NIGGA, the fact you wear pink Sonic shirts is why we dont take you seriously. The fact you bang needles is why we cant take you seriously. The fact that you look like you sleep in a van down by the river is why we cant take you seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get it twisted, I am not a Soulja Boy fan, and if I was what would it matter??? I dont think Soulja Boy and Charles Smackilton make the same type of fucking music. Theyre both on Interscope, they both of the TI's on their side. Fucking Charles said some shit about SB being rich before him so theres no real comparison. In which I concur, you cant compare a rich nigga to a homeless nigga, I mean really what would be in the middle circle of the ven diagram, theyre black males who both suck at rapping???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Charles doesnt understand (and neither do most Soulja Boy haters), is that todays music listener is DUMB.....AS......FUCK!!!! They dont like anything unless theyve been told a trillion times that its good and they like it, I mean fuck how else do you think Jay-Z became the best rapper ever and Lil Wayne the best rapper alive. Not because either of these douches make amazing fucking music, its because everyone said they were, so now we believe it as well (Though I love alot of Jay'z work, I believe his best days are behind him, and Lil Wayne, well, he's wack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant over how much I really hate this Charles Hamilton guy, in fact I hate a majority of the hipster train that he rode in on (Wale, Corey Gunz n Mickey Factz though, are all ill, Kid Cudi and Asher Roth, not so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Hamilton, just because youre different from whats "hot" right now, doesnt make you better. Its just makes you that one kid in school who had to be the pink ranger cuz his parents were too lazy to get the same red ranger custume his whole 1st grade class had before they sold out. Wait no, you dropped out at like 14-15?? Began banging needles in subways and park benches. You know what, I know why you hate Soulja Boy. You were stumbling around in a diesel daze and wound up somewhere and saw Soulja Boy for some change and he simply said "YAAAAHHH TRICK!!" And now you have a vendetta against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though lyrically Soulja Boy is wack and lacks substance, he is needed. Because I cant dance with a bitch to some Nas or Atmosphere songs, but when that Marco Polo or Birdwalk come on, bitches get to shaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy had made some great points on his behalf, its really not his fault more people rather listen to him than Charles Hamilton. I agree, Charles went out to diss Soulja Boy because no one really cares about Charles. I mean if I really had to choose between the two, on who Id rather listen to, Id just throw in The Benzino Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Hamilton, again, I urge you to od, because not only does Jesus serve you on a daily basis, Soulja Boy just pwn'd your azz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy - 1&lt;br /&gt;Charles Hamilton - 0&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop - DEAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-9044777581073191722?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9044777581073191722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=9044777581073191722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/9044777581073191722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/9044777581073191722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/soulja-boy-cranks-dat-fuck-you-bitch-on.html' title='Soulja Boy Cranks Dat &quot;Fuck You Bitch&quot; On Charles Smackilton'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-207613101058242025</id><published>2008-12-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:54:17.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game Quits Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=48010394"&gt;Im Done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48010394,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48010394,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-207613101058242025?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/207613101058242025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=207613101058242025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/207613101058242025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/207613101058242025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/mike-game-quits-rap.html' title='Mike Game Quits Rap'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6787661036759324856</id><published>2008-12-06T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:24:01.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think Bout Me???</title><content type='html'>What do you people think of Mike Game???&lt;br /&gt;I want an honest opinion too, dont come up in here and just say "Mikes a bitch" or "Mikes wack". Just come in here and say how you feel, but please have an explanation. If you think Im wack, throw some real criticism in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6787661036759324856?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6787661036759324856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6787661036759324856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6787661036759324856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6787661036759324856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-do-you-think-bout-me.html' title='What Do You Think Bout Me???'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6302661965854212204</id><published>2008-12-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:56:31.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Rap Game Is Just Like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/18/52/0000041852_20070802150607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 806px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/18/52/0000041852_20070802150607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Wichita Hip Hop is basically "Nigger Day" on the View. Like for real dog, because basically we all just talk bout the next nigga. And I use "we" very losely, because I dont try to speak on other niggas until someone asks me "What you think bout ______" And my nigga Jarod from the Legends made the comment that I am a local celebrity. I was like "Word?" and I was like you know what I fucking am. My name rings bells you heard? I mean I aint the biggest nicest nigga around, but most of these "rappers" know who I am. Not a day goes by some rapper dude hits me up on myspace or sees me in these streets tryna get in the studio. And a certain orphan rapper from the Illprint family said niggas only fuck me cuz they know they can run my studio. I was like "Word nigga". I couldnt believe the fag said that shit, when he fucking paid to use my studio, and everyone has to pay. I mean one of my best friends Yolie has to pay. So  I dont know what the nigga talking bout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at the legends choppin it up wit Will and he asked me what I thought bout some nigga Marcus. And I was like "Who?" He was talkin bout this bitch ass nigga Marcus Hadley from high school. I was like "Man, dont ask me bout no one who aint important, only asks bout real rappers". I mean real, by you know, niggas wit a buzz, niggas wit a studio, niggas wit songs out. Not some nigga that raps to his homies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to the topic at hand. Im tired of Wichita rappers so concerned with other rappers. I know niggas be like "Homie you always in beef". I KNOW!!! Niggas is pussy sensitive and soft. They live by double standards. Meaning, they can some shit bout me, and thats cool. But if I say something to em back or at all, its a fucking problem. Niggas act like every song they make is the best song in the world. I dont understand why I cant just not like one song you did. Shit man, no one performer is gon make something that everyone likes. I dont even like a half the shit my favorite performers make. Prince gots 28 albums out, I only really enjoy 10 or 12. I mean, I dont even like every song I fucking make. Sometimes I listen back, and be like "Fuck, I shouldnt have made that". But someone somewhere likes it, so I just keep moving. But go to any one of these rappers, I promise you, I FUCKING PROMISE YOU, someone has a negative opinion bout half the people you ask bout. Even worse, they wont even say it to that persons face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENTER MIKE GAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always fucking tell you how I feel bout anything anytime.  Grab me and put me in front of, hit I dont know, Jaxter or Bizniz Kid, and watch me tell em to they face they shit is wack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes this whole thing worse, niggas be letting they obsession with other rappers is getting in the way of they own music. Niggas will make the same type of shit they criticize other niggas for making.  Its sad, its fucking sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike Game will never break never bend never fold. IF you think Im wack, trust me, the music wont get any better. IF you think Im great, the music wont get any worse. Ill never stray away from what Im known to make, so why would I stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6302661965854212204?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6302661965854212204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6302661965854212204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6302661965854212204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6302661965854212204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-rap-game-is-just-like.html' title='This Rap Game Is Just Like....'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7690868260093811505</id><published>2008-11-28T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:49:33.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sean "Puffy/Diddy" Combs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.hollywoodgrind.com:9000/images/2007/12/diddy-cassie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 462px;" src="http://images.hollywoodgrind.com:9000/images/2007/12/diddy-cassie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diddy,&lt;br /&gt;Dog, you know we've been boys since 1994. Thats 14 years of nonhomo fresh fly brotherhood. Why you gon go fuck it up dog?? Im tired of getting on the blogsites and see your hands all up on my girl dog. You know Cassie's my bitch. Nigga, ever since you caught us fucking in her trailer during "Me &amp;amp; U" video 2 years ago, youve been acting funny. I thought it was fucked up when you took all my tracks off "Press Play" (great album dog), but it was cool cuz I wrote ya verses on "Forever" and "Saga Continues". I mean you left Rick Ross and The Game's verses they wrote, and them niggas suck. But they was hot in the streets and I couldnt fault you. But you know Cassie had to push her album back cuz she got pregnant with Nasir Rakim Guesby, my son. I mean when you and Kim broke up, did I run up in yo shit? When Audrey was steppin out on you with Suge Knight, what did I do? What did I do for nigga? I ran up in Suge Knights shit, and beat up his bitch and let him get arrested for it (you know how smooth I am on them DV charges). Diddy think bout it dog, all them trips to St. Tropez, when we was fingercuffing french models. When we was down in Miami up in O poppin cristal and Rose'? What happened to that dog?? When we sent them making the band bitches out to New Jersey for Jamaican Beef Patties and McRibs?? Shit nigga, who for the last five years been taking ya kids to school on the first day??? ME NIGGA!!! And you stealin lines from my songs for cologne names. "I AM KING" yeah nigga, I want my check, cuz Im always king this, king that. All the things Ive done for you dog, I testified against Shyne for you dog, just so and J Lo can be free. Speaking of which, I know this is gon hurt you dog, but when you was in the studio with G Dep, Jenny called me over. She had been drinking, and was talking all sad, cuz she said she saw you getting head from one of the Dream bitches. So you know we was making out and shit, and next thing I know, she pushes me down and puts that V on my mouth, and I did what I had to do dog. We still boys though. But she wasnt your babys mom or anything, Cassie is my babys mom. So Sean, homie, back up off my bitch dog, I dont wanna Biggie you dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7690868260093811505?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7690868260093811505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7690868260093811505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7690868260093811505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7690868260093811505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-sean-puffydiddy-combs.html' title='Dear Sean &quot;Puffy/Diddy&quot; Combs'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3723955619177143497</id><published>2008-11-28T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:34:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Charles Hamiltion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://on221.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/charles-hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 486px;" src="http://on221.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/charles-hamilton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Charles Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;You sir, are fucking wack.  There is nothing hot in the streets about being a pink wearing junkie Sonic fanboy. So youre related to MC Lyte, thats cool I guess. But if you wanna get into famous relatives, I win, cuz John Singleton is my 2nd cousin on my cousin Anja's side, and Brandy is my also a cousin of mine. But do I ever mention it, no, no I dont. I suffer from alocoholism, I drink almost all the time. Given I havent been homeless like you sir, but still. And I thought pink died with the Diplomats (someone cosign please). And your love of Sonic disturbs me. Sonic has never been as hot in the streets as say Mario. If you wanted to be weird and different, Id fucking rep Crash Bandicoot out this bitch (that gives me an idea....). Mr. Hamilton, I really tried to give you a chance man, I really did. Then I seen that video where you and Joe Budden were rapping, and you had to write a verse to be spitten on air while Joe Budden went off the dome. THATS WACK!!! If niggas is freestylin, you fuckin freestyle. KRS-One will tell you that freestylin is an important part of MC'n, if you cant freestyle then you just shouldnt rap. Im tired of hearing your raps about being a junkie. In the black community, sure its cool to smoke alot of weed and take alot of x, but when has it ever been cool to be the nigga bangin needles????? I like your flow, if your subject matter changed I could even tell people I fucks with charles hamilton. But you as a person, I cant get behind. So Mr. Hamilton, stop blowing Eskay, cuz Im tired of seeing your shit on Nahright. And just go head and get you 3 or 4 of them spider bags, tie up, bubble up, shoot up, and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3723955619177143497?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3723955619177143497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3723955619177143497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3723955619177143497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3723955619177143497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-charles-hamiltion.html' title='Dear Charles Hamiltion...'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4164838301443110060</id><published>2008-11-21T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:26:15.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Your Block, THIS IS THE BLOCK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rumorsinmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/nkotb_the_block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://rumorsinmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/nkotb_the_block.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Joey, Jordan, Johnny, Donnie, and Danny drop another classic banger for that ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;The new album "The Block" got features from Akon, Ne-Yo, Lady GaGa, Pussycat Dolls, and another group. Fuck, what was their name. Oh yeah, NEW MUTHAFUCKIN EDITION, BITCHES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go cop the new album, if you one of them ol idownloadpiratedmusic ass lookin boys, then download "Single", "Full Service", "Click Click Click", "Grown Man", "Put It On My Tab" and "Dirty Dancing", for those are the hardest tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is this whole album is bout being in the club n shit, and Im sorry, when youre pushing 40 you should not be making your 401k rain in the club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4164838301443110060?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4164838301443110060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4164838301443110060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4164838301443110060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4164838301443110060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck-your-block-this-is-block.html' title='Fuck Your Block, THIS IS THE BLOCK!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5863584955254978486</id><published>2008-11-18T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:18:32.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I Lied, I'm Really Alive</title><content type='html'>Im back bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt really live, nor could I stick to any theme for too long. I was going to just go with the whole "R.I.P. Mike Game" theme, but shits too time consuming, and if anyone knew me they'd know Im always going to make music. So fuck it Im alive, and kicking. Kicking the door down on the rap scence, nullus. So while I craft the masterpiece that is "Final Solution: Making God Smile", I will be putting out "Hey, At Least Youre Not Mike Game". Taking my enemies theme and running with it. And no, I am not accepting defeat, I dont feel I lost, nor do I feel I need to waste any more time, rhymes, or energy on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the world gets a new Mike Game mixtape, Illprint will drop some shit from the other artists. K Sleep will drop his mixtape "K Sleep Wins...Fatality Bitch" and Chaos, depending on his attitude, may see the release of "I Am Tha Dub". But more than likely, Illprint will only release Mike Game mixtapes because the other 2 bitchasses can never find time to do anything but not do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new mixtape though, will be bananas. Got production from XV, DJ Woo, Young Markie, DJ Premier, Timbaland, and Jesus H. Christ. Ok, I really have no production from those names, I do though have Mister KA, VTZ, and Sinima, all producers of the "Members Only" mixtape from the Gold Card Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Ill more than likely drop some songs from the mixtape. "For Tha Ladies" ft. T Pain and "No Gimmicks" ft. Stringer Barksdale &amp;amp; Jay Da Block. And "Birds Must Fly", my contribution to the new album from Ceza Dejanero. Get ready people, Im back...BITCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5863584955254978486?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5863584955254978486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5863584955254978486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5863584955254978486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5863584955254978486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-i-lied-im-really-alive.html' title='Ok, I Lied, I&apos;m Really Alive'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3726668057846998841</id><published>2008-11-13T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:59:09.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game Memorial Conert</title><content type='html'>From now on, Illprint Diaries will be handled by myself, Cazmere Jones, executor of Mike Game's estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working hard since Mike's tragic death yesterday to get things in order. Ive been on the phone setting things up, and I am now able to confirm the funeral and and memorial for Mike Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Funeral will be taking place at the Three Angels Adventist Church on 47th and North Hydraulic, Wednesday November 19th at 9:oo am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mike Game Memorial Concert will be held Friday November 21st at the Wichita Ballroom, featuring performances from Young Markie, Rookie, Illprint, Kaewun, XV, Cadence, Madhatter, Stringer Barksdale and performing their touching ode to Mike Game, "R.I.P. Mike Game" as well as their current hits "Could Be Worse" and "Fast Food" will be the Taw Town Heavyweights. The tickets are $10 with all proceeds going towards The Illprint Save Wichita Hip Hop Foundation. The show starts at 9:00 pm, and is an all ages affair. In lieu of flowers,  the family of Mike Game wishes all to make donations in his honor to The Illprint Save Wichita Hip Hop Foundation or The Wackness Cancer Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Wackness Cancer, is a cancer that attacks those who rap. Wackness usually starts with a terrible lyric, with leads to unenjoyable music, and the death of a career. Mike Game has been fighting his battle with Wackness Cancer since 2006, finally subcombing to it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please attend these events, and thank you for your prayers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3726668057846998841?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3726668057846998841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3726668057846998841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3726668057846998841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3726668057846998841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/mike-game-memorial-conert.html' title='Mike Game Memorial Conert'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1630092622344252393</id><published>2008-11-13T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:36:14.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Obiturary Of Mike Game (R.I.P.)</title><content type='html'>Hello, Im Cazmere Jones, the executor of Mike Game's estate.&lt;br /&gt;The hip hop world has suffered a tremendous lost, in that of Wichita's own Mike Game. Mike Game was born as Michael Emmanuel Guesby on Oct 1st in New Jersey. After 2 years in New Jersey on the Fort Dix Army Base, his family packed up and moved to Wichita, KS as his father finished his time in the service. As a child, Mike was found of many things. Before hip hop took ahold of him, his life was centered around the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Once, in the summer of 1991, Mike Game actually got a chance to discuss pizza and ninja tactics with Rapheal. In the summer of 1996, Mike Game and family moved to Ft. Lauderdale, FL. It was during this time Mike Game first began to rap, first just changing the lyrics to his favorite songs to suit his style, later evolving into whole songs written by the young lad. In his earlier years he was captivated by the raw ghetto imagery of No Limit and Cash Money. Though the Notorious B.I.G. and Nas had always been his favorites since being formerally introduced to hip hop in 1993, well decides the 2 years he loved MC Hammer, including every hammer cd, having both the purple and the gold Hammer dolls, and going to a concert in 1991. It was just something about the southern artists he loved. In 2001, on the bus ride from FL back to Kansas, Mike Game only had 2 cds, Jay-Z' s "Blueprint" and Diddy's "Saga Continues". For 4 days straight Mike Game listened and wrote rhymes, which lead to the more east coast style many have mistaken him to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, Mike Game had formed the greatest rap crew ever known to man, ILLPRINT. The name stemming from Mike's then belief that Blueprint was the greatest cd ever, founding member Crysist's belief that it was Illmatic, and K Sleep's belief that they were dope. Thus taking the Ill from Illmatic, and the Print from Blueprint, to form Illprint, which was only to make and put out quality hip hop music. Illprint had stayed the 3 core members until 2005 with the addition of Young Steph (aka the Bizniz Kid), his disloyality and overall inability to craft a dope song led to his departure. In 2006, Mike Game suffered what was a near fatal assualt by Royalty Records, but survived. Later that year, Mike Game put down the mic and picked up a rifle as he joined the Army Reserves. The night before he shipped off he dropped his first mixtape "P.L.O. Style: The Best Of The Worst", to little to no reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, brought him home to his rap roots. Forming the Gold Card Gang with long time friend Yolie. 2007 was also supposed to see the release of Mike Game's 2nd mixtape "Illprint Diaries Vol. 1: Mr 07 Til Infinity", but was scrapped do to the heavily aggressive material being made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was the worst year of Mike Game's life, 1 week before his birthday he broke up with his longtime girlfriend the Notorious K.A.I., and on his 21st birthday saw the death of his grandmother. 2008 was a bittersweet year in his career as well as he saw a rekindled beef with Royalty and beef with friend turned foe turned friend again Rookie. Also this year saw the release of the Gold Card Gang mixtape "Members Only" and the final Mike Game mixtape "Reckless Abandon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Game is survived by his parents: Solomon and Samantha Guesby, his sister: Latasha Guesby, his Illprint brothers: K Sleep, Crysist, and Chaos, and his children: Lil Ace, Lyl Wan, Young Smooth, and the Bizniz Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, you will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving the Illprint family will be releasing a compilation of unreleased Mike Game material titled "Mike's Music Shop"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1630092622344252393?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1630092622344252393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1630092622344252393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1630092622344252393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1630092622344252393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/obiturary-of-mike-game-rip.html' title='The Obiturary Of Mike Game (R.I.P.)'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3297161194337240568</id><published>2008-11-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:14:57.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECKLESS ABANDON IS HERE!!!! DOWNLOAD IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SRd80gHYzxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eMm7YGPrqQU/s1600-h/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266815530649046802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SRd80gHYzxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eMm7YGPrqQU/s320/Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Download The New Mixtape, Ese': &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/16ef06db"&gt;http://sharebee.com/16ef06db&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3297161194337240568?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3297161194337240568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3297161194337240568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3297161194337240568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3297161194337240568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/reckless-abandon-is-here-download-it.html' title='RECKLESS ABANDON IS HERE!!!! DOWNLOAD IT!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SRd80gHYzxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eMm7YGPrqQU/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7664955688072604344</id><published>2008-11-08T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:31:26.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game's Next Mixtape.....</title><content type='html'>I know everyones like "Next?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I still havent posted Reckless Abandon, so I figured Ill do that later today, Im sorry bitches Im busy. I know I said "White/Black" would be the name of the next mixtape. But I got a new title "The Final Solution: Making God Smile", I know its controversial as fuck!!! But I feel that Illprint is the final solution to the problem of sucka mc's, kinda like the holocaust was the solution to jews, even though that was fucked up the fuck up, and if you are a decendent from dirty filthy Nazis, please dont ever speak to me. Well if you do speak to me, hide the fact youre a Nazi Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks there it is. And the first group of MC's into Illprint's Plaszow will be....... Taw Town Featherweights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready folks, Adolf Game is on the rampage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7664955688072604344?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7664955688072604344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7664955688072604344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7664955688072604344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7664955688072604344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/mike-games-next-mixtape.html' title='Mike Game&apos;s Next Mixtape.....'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8661343927990484112</id><published>2008-10-30T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:50:03.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Game n Wicked South Tomorrow Night!!!</title><content type='html'>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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where: Thai Lai Cafe on Pawnee &amp;amp; Hillside next to the El Super Del Centro&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Cost: $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres also a costume contest with a 100 dollar prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked South, LP, Mike Game, &amp;amp; Rookie will all be performing as well as other artists. Come support some local hip hop, most importantly come support ILLPRINT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8661343927990484112?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8661343927990484112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8661343927990484112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8661343927990484112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8661343927990484112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/mike-game-n-wicked-south-tomorrow-night.html' title='Mike Game n Wicked South Tomorrow Night!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7334236429301627879</id><published>2008-10-28T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:50:26.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!!FRIDAY!!!FRIDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SPPQI3a_SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nzDvo4c1IU/s320/l_08b72e16424d4e0fa261f4198c0f7c2f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SPPQI3a_SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nzDvo4c1IU/s320/l_08b72e16424d4e0fa261f4198c0f7c2f%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kiddies thats all for now, later dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7334236429301627879?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7334236429301627879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7334236429301627879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7334236429301627879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7334236429301627879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/fridayfridayfriday_28.html' title='FRIDAY!!!FRIDAY!!!FRIDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SPPQI3a_SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nzDvo4c1IU/s72-c/l_08b72e16424d4e0fa261f4198c0f7c2f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6784343118802878886</id><published>2008-10-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:57:40.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready Im Taking It There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/E/4/dean_hateyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 540px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/E/4/dean_hateyou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6784343118802878886?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6784343118802878886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6784343118802878886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6784343118802878886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6784343118802878886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-ready-im-taking-it-there.html' title='Get Ready Im Taking It There'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8163896296470702241</id><published>2008-10-18T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:47:10.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live From Illprint, ITS SATURDAY NIIIIIIGHHTTT!!!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::PAUSE:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8163896296470702241?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8163896296470702241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8163896296470702241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8163896296470702241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8163896296470702241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-from-illprint-its-saturday.html' title='Live From Illprint, ITS SATURDAY NIIIIIIGHHTTT!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8188090183640026158</id><published>2008-10-13T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:51:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New GSC Tracks From "Fresh... For You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SPPQI3a_SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nzDvo4c1IU/s1600-h/l_08b72e16424d4e0fa261f4198c0f7c2f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256774040806181570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SPPQI3a_SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nzDvo4c1IU/s320/l_08b72e16424d4e0fa261f4198c0f7c2f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;"Cant Have What You Like": &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/a4837571" target="_blank"&gt;http://sharebee.com/a4837571&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Them Hoes Like": &lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/e223df73" target="_blank"&gt;http://sharebee.com/e223df73&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=283932823&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=11218693"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=283932823&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=11218693"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8188090183640026158?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8188090183640026158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8188090183640026158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8188090183640026158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8188090183640026158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-new-gsc-tracks-from-fresh-for-you.html' title='2 New GSC Tracks From &quot;Fresh... For You&quot;'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SPPQI3a_SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4nzDvo4c1IU/s72-c/l_08b72e16424d4e0fa261f4198c0f7c2f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3841709233098504170</id><published>2008-10-02T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:51:15.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.  Sylvia "Granny" Guesby</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Phone Rings:&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Yoooo"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Do you wanna talk about it?"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Talk about what?" (as if I didnt know)&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Grandma"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "No, not really, nah"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Ok, did you get my card?"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Yeah about that, that gift card only had 14 bucks on it"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "I paid for 25"&lt;br /&gt;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"&lt;br /&gt;Dad ::laughs:: "Fuck, Id have been better off just giving you the money"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Or buying me ProTools like we agreed"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "I got a feeling if I get you that ProTools you wont use it, like that bike I bought you"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Dad, that was in fucking 9th grade, and 3 months later I bought that car, the fuck Ima ride a bike for?"&lt;br /&gt;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"&lt;br /&gt;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"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Do I get a piece of that ?"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Who the are you Tony Soprano, fuck outta here (in Mobster voice)"&lt;br /&gt;Dad ::laughs:: "Alright, we'll talk on that later, go to your moms"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "I was already there, shes fucking up again, and I cant understand the fuck shes saying"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Hmm, well Ill call her, Ill call you later with the details"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "For sho"&lt;br /&gt;Dad "Later"&lt;br /&gt;Mike "Laaaaate"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, thats how I really talk to my dad, in fact thats how I talk to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to slangin all access cards, and paying people for their shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3841709233098504170?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3841709233098504170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3841709233098504170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3841709233098504170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3841709233098504170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip-sylvia-granny-guesby.html' title='R.I.P.  Sylvia &quot;Granny&quot; Guesby'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3908194273093897648</id><published>2008-10-01T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:55:29.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!!!</title><content type='html'>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!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ILLPRINT BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A CELEBRATION, ENJOY YASELF BITCHES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3908194273093897648?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3908194273093897648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3908194273093897648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3908194273093897648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3908194273093897648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1634175729440218218</id><published>2008-09-30T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:44:07.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One On The Corner Has Swaggar Like Puff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://soulassassins.com/wp-content/p_diddy_loves_big_booty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://soulassassins.com/wp-content/p_diddy_loves_big_booty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diddy is the epitome of cool, and I sincerely mean that. Diddy's so cool, he'll ass fuck a fat bitch (Bad Santa) on the dance floor and not even look like that loser homeboy of yours who only rolls fat bitches like Kort.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1634175729440218218?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1634175729440218218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1634175729440218218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1634175729440218218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1634175729440218218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-one-on-corner-has-swaggar-like-puff.html' title='No One On The Corner Has Swaggar Like Puff'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-969125062572213211</id><published>2008-09-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:01:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release Therapy</title><content type='html'>So Im starting off another wonderful day at CD Tradepost, and by Wonderful, I mean extremely shitty. Its ok though, my life is sucky as fuck. Just broke up with the Almighty K.A.I. she moved out, now Im in the house lonely. But I can finally persue music and white bitches, well maybe not the white bitches. So to ease the pain of no longer having the girl I love, I went and popped major tags. Got some tan Nike Dunk Lo's, some black and silver Nike Dunk Lo's, and a pair of all black low top tie-up Vans. And I also copped a Sidekick Slide. I added the plan to my account, but lucky for me, I have to wait for my billing cycle to end. And it doesnt end until Oct 20. So like the d-bag I am, Im just walking around with the sidekick tryna play pimp a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though, I pick up steam on the Reckless Abandon project, after CDT Im going to head out to the photoshoot and get some graphics done up as well as the cover. All this being done by my nig Rookie, niggas gettin wild nice with the graphic design shit. Now people may be like, "Yo son, didnt you have beef". And I'd reply "Yes, in fact we did". But me and son grew up together, and he's like my brother. Brothers can fight and be cool later. Plus in this Wichita rap shit, we're both the most hated, so why not link up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im naming October.... ILL-TOBER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as catchy or cool as Roc-A-Fellas "Roctober", but still we got alot going on in October. 1st or second week we're dropping the newest artist on Illprint, CHAOS!!!, new mixtape "I Am The Dub Vol. 1". Itll be hosted by the worlds greatest rapper in life Mike Game aka John McGame. Then some time after that Ill finally drop "Reckless Abandon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hold up for the R.A. project was the fact I had got sick, and my voice wasnt right for 2 wks so I had to wait til I was back in tip top shape. Then when I was finally good to go, I fucking got arrested (told yal niggas I was hood, lol). But now Im 80% done with it. Gotta finish up a few songs, then Ill be done. Also next week Ill feed the streets a lil with "...In The Mean Time" which is a nice lil compilation of some of the shit Ive been working. Mostly consisting of tracks from the terminated "I Love The 90's" and "When Doves Cry" projects I was working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I started working on the new Mike Game album "Cashmere Thoughts &amp;amp; Dreams Deferred". It wont drop til, sometime in 09. Also in the works, is the new Illprint album. It was originally just me and K Sleep, but since I got Chaos on the team we're moving some shit around, tossing ideas out. The Illprint album is called "Definate Supremacy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now without the ol ball n chain, and Illprint's buzz getting bigger and bigger, albeit cuz of the fucked up shit I say that pisses people off, I gotta strike while the iron's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Em n Dre are coming back out this year, so why not join em???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im working hard to make Illprint a name in Wichita. I want us to not only be up there with The Bigg Face's, The Royalty's, and the Sav Music's, I wanna exceed them and be bigger. I got love for em, and Im not aiming to knock em, I just want Illprint to be synomous (sp?) with Wichita rap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-969125062572213211?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/969125062572213211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=969125062572213211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/969125062572213211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/969125062572213211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/release-therapy.html' title='Release Therapy'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5320375429033621158</id><published>2008-09-23T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:50:10.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies You Should See, But Havent Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>Now on top of my love for music, I also love movies. This post wont be so mainstream as the rock album one, because I watch more indy films than big budget joints. But if YOU STILL HAVENT SEEN Dark Knight, you might wanna go kill yourself, now. Most of these movies are fucked up, and those are the type of films I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i30.tinypic.com/rhmszq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/rhmszq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L.I.E. (2001)&lt;br /&gt;The film is about a young fellow around the age of 15 named Howie. His mom died in a car wreck on the L.I.E. (Long Island Expressway). He currently lives with his abenstee father. Pops does some sort of big business, that gets his ass locked up in the end of the film. Howie starts rolling with this dude Gary. Gary is one of those young kids who underage smoke tryna be cool, curse at old people, oh yeah, Gary also sucks penis for money (no homo, theres no actual showing of such, just inferred oral stimulation). They also have a friend named Kevin, who has sex with his sister and sees nothing wrong with it. Well as the plot develops, they break into local pederass Big John's house and steal some Nazi WWII pistols. So John, having gotten dome from Gary on the L.I.E., knew it was him. So John rolls up on Gary, and Gary says that it was all Howie's idea. So John goes on the search for Howie, and finds him. Gary sold one of the two pistols, used the money and left out to California. Howie breaks into Gary's crib and finds the other gun, and returns it to Big John. Big John says he wants $1000 for the missing gun, Howie says he doesnt have it. Big John goes in as MC Pederass and asks "What do you have thats worth $1000?". When Howie responds with "Nothing", Big John asks if Howies penis is more than 5 inches. Then Big John goes on to say he's the best cocksucker in the Western Hemisphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Howie begins working for John, doing chores around the house, lawnwork and such. Big John lets Howie drive his car (forgot the type, but it was orange and pretty b.a.), Big John refers to himself as a James Bond-type figure. Howie responds to this with saying "Yeah, but James Bond doesnt go around blowing boys". Its at this point where Howie discovers he has some sort of power over John, John would like to do dirty things, but he isnt a rapist, and only acts on a consensual basis. Howie, knows that as well, so plays this whole "Give me what I want and I may give you what you want"-act. An act on the hetero non-pederass side of things that most females play, and us guys fucking give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John notices Howie is special. He knows his father is a douche, and Howie is pretty much alone in the world. John also wants to get past his unnatural urges, and figures that if he can just be the father figure this kid needs, John can also put his pederass nature to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John also has a live-in lover, Scott, who is a 19 year old boy. John asks him to go stay in a hotel for a few nights. Scott sees this as a sign that he is getting pushed aside for new things. When in fact, John wanted Howie to be comfortable do to his whole life falling apart, and didnt want Scott to fuck the kids soul up worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie comes home and notices his dad is gone, and has been gone for some time. Howie assumes his dad abandoned him, when in fact the FBI came and scooped him for some his illegal business practices. So back at John's, Howie climbs into bed in his underwear, appearing to finally just give into John, because he really doesnt care. John sees how hurt the boy is, and tells him that his dad is in jail and didnt abandon him, John leaves the room, giving up his chance to molest Howie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the movie, John is pretty much your average pedophile. The community loves him to death. Howie and his crew get arrested, and his crew's parents come to pick them up, but his dad's in jail so he's just there. John, an excop, gets mad love in the preceint and they release Howie to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the film, you see John take Howie to his dad in prison, showing compassion for the kid, and its clear at that time, that John no longer sees Howie in a sexual light, and more of a son, taking him to see his dad was showing that John wanted what was best for Howie, and cared for the kid greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping off Howie, he goes back to where guys go to pick up teenage and preteen boys for a handski. Scott rolls up, and in a jealous rage shoots John dead. Howie finds himself alone, mom's dead, dad's in jail, and his father figure Big John is also dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I Like This Film: Back in my youth, say middle school-high school Mike, I would never watch this film. Why? Cuz of all the homosexual activity. Now as a rapper Im bout to lose mad street cred for this, but when it comes to films, Im open-minded. I mean this film is really about human emotiopn and perception, showing that with Big John, who was outstanding community figure, was also a dark sexual predator. Also at the same time, it showed that theres more to the evil we see in the world. It doesnt make the evil that happens any less evil, it just shows theres more to a person than what they do. In Howie, John found the redemption from himself he was desperately searching for. And it really got into how confused teenagers are. Howie was 15, just getting into life, and spent most of the movie unsure if he was gay or straight. Personally, at 15, I didnt have such a thought in my mind. I knew I was all about snatch (and still am, for life) but there all alot of people that go through that. Now overall, Im not a fan of gays. Im just not. Guy on Guy relations should never ever happen. But you know what, it happens in the world, so I cant pretend it doesnt. So go watch this film, it puts alot of things in a different light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5320375429033621158?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5320375429033621158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5320375429033621158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5320375429033621158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5320375429033621158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/movies-you-should-see-but-havent.html' title='Movies You Should See, But Havent Pt. 1'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/rhmszq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-432721837813318400</id><published>2008-09-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:02:51.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.E.M.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Jovi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>Mike Game's Favorite Rock Albums</title><content type='html'>For all fairness, I will not include any Prince albums. Why? Because every Prince album is the best album ever in life. So hightlighting Prince will take the light off my other favorite bands and albums. Because Prince is my #1 artist of all time. Moreso than myself, Nirvana, and Ghostface Killah. And if anyone knew me, theyd know that Im saying alot in that statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000003TA4.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000003TA4.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirvana - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know alot of people love Nirvana's Nevermind. Its quite cliche' to actually like this album. But fuck it, Im just a casual rock fan. I spend my days and nights head nodding to 808's and dj scratches. So itll take alot for me to steer away from my hip hop roots. But this album just gets me. This is the album thatll base my album around. Sure, we all love "Smells Like Teen Spirit". But cuts like "In Bloom" "Breed, and "Lithium" will grab me and ill be gone into a world of flannel shirts and dusty converses. But the somber "Something In The Way" just chills my bones. I kinda feel exactly how he felt. Who? The nigga the songs about. Kurt Cobain can grip you like that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/CD/LF/669481_CD_L_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/CD/LF/669481_CD_L_F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Killers - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, I cant really describe my emotions about this album totally. This is my shit. Everytime Im at the ol' CDT, and this comes in, it goes directly into the player. I dont know why, but rock albums have a better consistency than rap albums. I can honestly put this in, and listen to it straigh through, with no skips. My absolute favorite track on this is either "Somebody Told Me" or "All These Things Ive Done". "On Top" and "Midnight Show" are also key tracks. Fuck it dude, the album opener "Jenny Was A Friend OF Mine" just gets you ready for an amazing album.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.music.bigpond-images.com/images/AlbumCoverArt/300/XXL/Whats-The-Story-Morning-Glory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://4.music.bigpond-images.com/images/AlbumCoverArt/300/XXL/Whats-The-Story-Morning-Glory.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oasis - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Whats The Story) Morning Glory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis, by far, my favorite rock group of all time behind Nirvana. I loved Definately Maybe, and thoroughly enjoyed Be Here Now, though it got a bad rap. Why? Because it just wasnt Morning Glory. I can say so much about this album, with its riffs and melodies. How hardcore I beasted "Wonderwall" on Rock Band. But really I just love this fucking album. And "Champagne Supernova" is going to be the song that plays in the final scene of the movie Im writing, "Confessions Of A Caucassion-Negro".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000002LOE.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000002LOE.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R.E.M. - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Out Of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now R.E.M. is another favorite of mine. I know alot of people wouldnt peg me as a R.E.M. fan. But I am, Michael Stipe is an amazing performer. I love the songs he creates. This album opens up with a song "The Radio Song", which is really about how the radio isnt playing real music anymore, just the shit labels pay them to play. This was in 91, and in 2008, 17 years later, radio still does the same gay shit. "Losing My Religion", is the really I only song I know, that fully sums up my emotions. "Shiny Happy People" is nice catchy diddy, its pretty dope, still dont know what the fuck its about.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hyperobots.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/bonjovislippery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.hyperobots.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/bonjovislippery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bon Jovi - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Slippery When Wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you and your mom if you say anything bad bout this album. "You Give Love A Bad Name" is the greatest rock song of the 80's. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOURE TOO LATE. DARLING, YOU GIVE LOOOVE A BAD NAME. "Livin On A Prayer" and "Wanted" are great cuts as well. My dad used to play this shit in his blazer all the time back in the late 80s and early 90s. Im assuming late 80s because thats when it dropped, and I was a kid in the early 90s, and remember hearing this album all the time. Besides my blackness, Bon Jovi, Prince, and Garth Brooks are the only things I am proud my dad gave me. Not a fan of the long history of hypertension, diabetes, and early-set baldness that runs through his family, but Ill cross those roads when they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mention goes to Gun 'N' Roses "Appetite For Destruction". Apparently Im a fan of hair metal, who knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-432721837813318400?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/432721837813318400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=432721837813318400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/432721837813318400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/432721837813318400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/mike-games-favorite-rock-albums.html' title='Mike Game&apos;s Favorite Rock Albums'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1055364610176305033</id><published>2008-09-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:04:06.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You God Damn Niggers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blackpast.org/files/blackpast_images/event_omaha_courthouse_lynching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blackpast.org/files/blackpast_images/event_omaha_courthouse_lynching.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the above picture would be any Mike Game naysayers, the crowd of course would be white, because Im a racist like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week I had a nigger moment and let ignorance get the best of me. A certain DJ, hosted a concert for Young Buck. I said Fuck Young Buck, this DJ responded with a fuck Mike Game.  Thing is I dont know the deal with these two, and the DJ challenged me to say Fuck Young Buck to his face, and I said I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, recently my family has been stricken with grief. My dad is in the hospital for some shit, and my sister has cancer. And if anyone knows me personally, my mom has had cancer for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im sorry, for putting my family before some nigger bullshit. Ill remember not to next time. I would have loved to pull Buck's card as well as the rest as these Wichita's peoples cards. But I cant, I gotta deal with my family. What makes it worse, do to my impulse buying and money mismanagement, I cant even miss shifts at work to spend the time needed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck whoever else got something to say bout this nigger moment, Im tryna to be a man and be there for my family. Fuck this rap shit, and most importantly FUCK YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1055364610176305033?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1055364610176305033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1055364610176305033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1055364610176305033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1055364610176305033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-god-damn-niggers.html' title='You God Damn Niggers!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8878180406929422768</id><published>2008-09-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:36:29.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New Mike Game Tracks From "Reckless Abandon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SM1lOc0kZKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CfwImTrEmU8/s1600-h/dope+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SM1lOc0kZKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CfwImTrEmU8/s320/dope+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245960439885751458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First we got "Big Dreams" featuring my brother from Philly, Ceza Dejanero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/add2ea22"&gt;Big Dreams ft. Ceza Dejanero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "Rap Alone", which is basically me saying I wanna quit rapping, but I cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/e55050a9"&gt;Rap Alone ft. Yolie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8878180406929422768?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8878180406929422768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8878180406929422768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8878180406929422768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8878180406929422768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-new-mike-game-tracks-from-reckless.html' title='2 New Mike Game Tracks From &quot;Reckless Abandon&quot;'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fb11KR81lgI/SM1lOc0kZKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CfwImTrEmU8/s72-c/dope+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7517838728704989479</id><published>2008-09-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:14:49.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So September 11th Marks The Era, Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://next-thing.net/wp-content/jay-z-400a060107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://next-thing.net/wp-content/jay-z-400a060107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ladies And Gents, today marks the 7th Anniversary of what many would call the darkest day in Modern American History. Not me though, I honestly believed this shit was deserved, its sad 3,000 people died, really sad, but at the same time, the U.S. of A cant go around bullying countries and except zero get back. Plus its a known fact (and by known, it was in a Michael Moore documentary, and we all know Michael Moore is the most reliable source in anything, second to only the Almighty Wikipedia), that this shit was orchestrated. I find it quite odd that the company Dick Cheney is the VP of was also responsible for post-9/11 clean up. More odd that the company is also responsible for the reconstruction of Iraq. Plus, Bush had knowledge of an attack for 3 months prior to the attack. Old Dubya just reckoned that golf and pretzels on Camp David were just more important than, I dont know, NATIONAL DEFENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not a 9/11 post in the way its about those events. 9/11 is the day the TI's noticed a certain camel's drawing appeal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Jay-Z. After selling over 400,000 copies of The Blueprint the week of 9/11, most of the other artists flopped, and flopped hard. Artists such as P.O.D., Mariah Carey, Bob Dylan, Babyface, and Nickelback (though the P.O.D. and Nickelback albums proved to be post-9/11 Billboard Beasts), did not post up the 1st week numbers of Jay Hova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the hood was hurting too. We needed an escape from 24 hr news coverage on every channel (I think this was the only time in history BET showed something of somewhat substance, a week later though, Parkers marathon). So we went and bought the Blueprint. We listened and escaped the world of domestic terrorism and entered Jay's world of Cristal, Girls,Girls,Girls, and Fucking Nas's babys mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then magically, after Blueprint, Jay-Z became known as the greatest rapper in life ever. And we all had to strive to be like Jay-Z. Theres alot of rappers I know, both locally, and mainstream (**cough** Young Chris, Lil Wayne, Fabolous **cough**) who tried hard to emulate Jay-Z. We all boarded that Roc-A-Fella Train. They were the greatest label ever in rap. I wont lie, I did, and still own every Roc-A-Fella release, all the Jay-Z albums, all Beanie Sigels, all Memphis Bleek, Amil's cd, both State Property's (films and albums), both Young Gunz, both Freeways, all 3 Kanyeezy's, Streets Is Watching (film and soundtrack), and Backstage (film and soundtrack). Fuck son, I represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z, I want my fucking money back you punk bitch. You had me fooled. You made me believe Roc-A-Fella would last forever. You made me believe once my bars were perfected I had a chance to sign to the Dynasty. You made me believe that I had to wear Rocawear and S. Carters. I hate you. And on top of that, after getting me hooked on the Roc Life, what do you do?! WHAT DO YOU DO?! You retire. It was sad day for hip hop. Then you sell out Dame and Biggs. And then insist Bleek and Young Gunz put out underpromoted albums. But, in all fairness, Memphis Bleek's album wasnt bad at all, he just gets slept on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you come back out of retirement with that bullshit ass Kingdom Come. Nigga you compare yourself to Jordan so hard. Kingdom Come and American Gangsta, is you as Jordan, but on the bitch ass Wizards. Your guest appearences on other rappers records is like the All Star game when Kobe crossed and then hit that jumper on Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do anything for any amount of money any TI throws your way. It's disgusting. You still rep Marcy, though you are totally Park Avenue these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Jay-Z, and want you to die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7517838728704989479?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7517838728704989479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7517838728704989479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7517838728704989479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7517838728704989479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-september-11th-marks-era-forever.html' title='So September 11th Marks The Era, Forever'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4085146605180052528</id><published>2008-09-10T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:14:38.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Kortez, I Dont Think I Wanna Rap Anymore</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, the numbers for Young Jeezy's album came in. An impressive 256,000 first week, congrats to Tha Snowman. Last week The Game did 253,000, congrats on the wackest nigga I know, and before that Nas did 200,000 the first week, congrats to my favorite rapper. But fucking Lil Wayne did a million and has done like 200,000 a week since then, which is why I dont think I can rap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, apparently niggers is running the rap game (K Will, I know, I know). And it fucking saddens the fuck out of me. I wanna cry. I really do. Then I read The Source and Nas says "Hip Hop Is Dead was for New York". And then I was like "What the fuck Nas?!" How the fuck do you hate on the greatest region to make any type of music ever in life?! (sorry wichita, I feel always love New York rap over anything else, its been that way for 16 years) I mean the South keeps making the same trap rap, the same "swag rap" (put in a pin in that, I gotta go hard on this gay shit, no homo), the same dance rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, fuck NY niggas hate each other, and always beef with each other. So I can see where Nas got that. Plus, though I love NY to death, niggas really just come with clever and witty ways to describe shooting niggas. Sidenote: with all those cops combing the NYC streets is it really that easy to pop a cap in a niggas ass and not get caught? I mean at least in the South you got all them damn plantation fields and shit to drop a dead nigga off in. Shit if I had beef and I lived in the South, Id just lynch my enemies for comedic, historic, and visual effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the music industry as a whole is hurting, which is a lie. All those cracka ass cracka groups is doing numbers. Slipknot actually dropped their highest charting debut the same day as The Game.  Really its just rap thats hurting. And really is it to anyones surprise? We all say and make the same shit over and over again. We all rock the same trends. I mean turn on BET, everyone is rocking the same shit. Evisu jeans, big ugly chains, white undershirts (Sidenote: when did the 50's Guido Greaser Style become hip hop? Them wops are gonna get pissed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now enter Illprint, we pretty much have nothing spectactular going on. We just rhyme tight. Thats pretty much it, no real gimmick or anything. Just some niggas rapping bout shit they live and like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swag Rap, aka the gayest shit evar in life. Joe Budden said it best in the new XXL that "I like his style, he's got swag" should immediately be followed with a no homo. I mean to say you like a niggas swag, i.e. saying you like how he looks, with his kicks, his clothes, his overall look, is to say you think he looks good, and to say he's attractive. Which would make you gay. And really Swag Rap is all for metrosexuals. Like that new T.I. "Swagger Like Us" should be renamed "Homos Like Us". I mean its one thing for a nigga to talk bout his fresh kicks, its a whole nother thing for a nigga to brag bout they clothes. I mean thats most feminine thing ever. Now that the shit niggas talk bout is by Gucci, Prada, Louis Vutton and shit. Now niggas is copping shit out of fashion magizines, pretty gay. So I am officially starting the STOP SWAG MOVEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF youre into saying shit bout a niggas swag, you might as well spend your friday nights at Fantasy, cuz youre officially gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4085146605180052528?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4085146605180052528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4085146605180052528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4085146605180052528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4085146605180052528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-kortez-i-dont-think-i-wanna-rap.html' title='Yo Kortez, I Dont Think I Wanna Rap Anymore'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4295478938857490954</id><published>2008-09-10T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:18:33.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Summers Off Cuz I Love Winter Beef......</title><content type='html'>Fresh from another weekend tour of duty, the god Mike Game is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drill was sucky as usual, sat in a tent and guarded weapons all day. I mean it was cool cuz I didnt have to do too much, but still a waste of time. Couldnt get down in the studio as I need to. So Im behind schedule, dont think any of the shit I promised will be done in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote "John McCain Must Die", but I dont know if Im going to record it, because I kinda wanna fuck Sarah Palin. And Im sure diss tracks to her running mate will hinder my chances with going in on some Alaskan Eskimo Pie (ha, get it? well do ya?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reckless Abandon" is getting its wig pushed back too. I am again, not at so much a "writers block" perse. Just more of a "directional block". I recorded some new shit, unfortunately, it doesnt really go with my overall scheme of things for the release.  And I keep bullshitting with getting K Will new music. I make alot of music, maybe 2-3 tracks a day most days. But I dont upload em. I barely let anyone listen to em. Im all dr. dre like that. Ill be in the apt. chilling, then play a beat, write, record, and then put that shit in a folder and forget bout it. Then theres the countless open sessions Ive never finished. Ill get up, lay a hook, save the session, then go watch Desperate Housewives or call Sleep n tell him how gay he is for liking the shitty rappers he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get the kid Chaos back in the booth so we can finish his shit. Gotta get Yolie back in the booth so we can finish his shit. Gotta get Sleep in the booth so we can start his shit. Fuck man, running a label is fucking wack. I wish I could let these niggas do them, but they always end up asking me how shit sounds, and Im all Diddy like that, that if I didnt have a hand in it, its prolly wack. Not that it really is, Ill just be gay bout it cuz I didnt have any input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XV, you gonna have to give me some tips nigga, this shit is work like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of being the King Of CDT. Im also conquering Journey's. Get that dope 40% at Lids, Underground Station, and Journey's. Ima be so fly. Get on my level hoe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta get back to hating life at the Tradepost. Im sure some crackhead deadbeat bitch will come in with a sack of DVDs to sell so she can buy "food" for "her kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If you as a person can not provide for your children without selling cd's dvd's or pawning shit, you shouldnt have kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4295478938857490954?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4295478938857490954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4295478938857490954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4295478938857490954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4295478938857490954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-summers-off-cuz-i-love-winter-beef.html' title='Take Summers Off Cuz I Love Winter Beef......'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6659237464271838619</id><published>2008-09-03T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:36:02.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"John McCain Must Die" - Mike Game....Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2699265792_dbe3d8e19c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3202/2699265792_dbe3d8e19c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon people is the new Mike Game political joint, "John McCain Must Die". Why? Because I hate him so very much. He's one of those closet racist and shit. Now I hate racists of all kinds, but I respect a racist wholl call me a nigger to my face, rather than call me a nigger to his wife when there isnt anyone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a hook&lt;br /&gt;"John McCain must die, you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz since were black he dont care bout you and I&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt care about the soldiers overseas&lt;br /&gt;Wants to see pain suffered by you and me&lt;br /&gt;Wants another Katrina and war with Iran&lt;br /&gt;Niggas dead and latins extinct is his plan&lt;br /&gt;Fuck McCain and the bitch that he's running with&lt;br /&gt;If elected a JFK is what he gon get"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6659237464271838619?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6659237464271838619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6659237464271838619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6659237464271838619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6659237464271838619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/john-mccain-must-die-mike-gamecoming.html' title='&quot;John McCain Must Die&quot; - Mike Game....Coming Soon'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-656913335679124511</id><published>2008-09-02T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:13:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Wow's Gangster &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Your Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/708921.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193875DCB1DD8387ABB1E2CDF7E68F75441284831B75F48EF45"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/708921.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF193875DCB1DD8387ABB1E2CDF7E68F75441284831B75F48EF45" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I had to use an old pic of Bow Wow as Lil Bow Wow for comedic affect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the nigga Yung Berg got his chain snatched out in Detroit last week. By Trick Trick's lil brother of all people. Now rappers, heres a side note about Detroit. DONT GO THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean we all like to believe were tough and all that, and its easy in Wichita to maintain that. But in Detroit, niggas just get they cards pulled. Trick Daddy got beat the fuck down, Styles P got beat the fuck down, Juelz Santana got robbed, and hell back in the day Pac got jumped in the D. Detroit is a city that was once the shit with all the GM and Ford factories, niggas was gettin money and living good. So was Flint. But guess what happened when those Factories got ghost??? Your typical upper middle class african american became a..... NIGGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AW, WHAT?! DID MIKE CALL NIGGAS NIGGERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niggers or "n-words" are your typical "thugs". Really black dudes with no sense of responsibility, maturity or self control, and result to chain snatchings, drug sales, and senseless acts of violence.&lt;br /&gt;Niggers will fight you because, well, there aint shit else for em to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we got the backstory told, lets get to the recent events. Yung Berg was talkin shit bout the D back in the Chi. Sure it was last year and shit, but if I know anything bout niggers, they got that elephant like memory. So Berg just strolls into a Detroit club, in the hood. (Sidenote: whats with these fake rappers going to hood spots, it like an 8 year old walking into Neverland Ranch, some foul shit is bout to take place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berg doesnt even get a chance to sip his coconut juice (you mix the lime with the coconut and mix it all up, mix it all up, mix it all up). A nigger just beats him the fuck down, takes his faggot ass Transformers chain (i think its subliminal messaging, since a nigga who is known to switch sides is known in the hood as a transformer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats does Wow Bow have to do with this??? Well the chain is apparently on some sort of tour. With random niggers in random hoods taking pictures of the shit. Well, Wow Bow caught wind and wants it. So Wow Bow is set to have pics up of him and the chain. Why is this more gangster than anything youll do? Because we all, as well as Wow Bow, knows that Wow Bow is himself no gangster. And we all know that Berg wont do shit but get mad and cry. When anyone of us, including myself, would just punch Wow Bow in the eye and get the shit back. I mean whats he gon do? Go off on another quasi-homosexual triade like he did on BET when Toure' was asking him gay shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-656913335679124511?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/656913335679124511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=656913335679124511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/656913335679124511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/656913335679124511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/bow-wows-gangster-your-gangster.html' title='Bow Wow&apos;s Gangster &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Your Gangster'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6771539692188542170</id><published>2008-08-29T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:35:29.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tenative Reckless Abandon Tracklist</title><content type='html'>So, Im nearing completion on the greatest mixtape ever in life, RECKLESS ABANDON, and figured Id just give a tracklist on what Ive got so far....&lt;br /&gt;1) Apologize Intro&lt;br /&gt;2) Dub-K Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;3) Elite ft. Madhatter&lt;br /&gt;4) Speeding&lt;br /&gt;5) Talking To Myself&lt;br /&gt;6) No Gimmicks ft. Mister KA&lt;br /&gt;7) Shots Go ft. Mister KA&lt;br /&gt;8) Hate Me&lt;br /&gt;9) Feelin It ft. K Sleep&lt;br /&gt;10) The World Today&lt;br /&gt;11) Rap Alone&lt;br /&gt;12) Girl&lt;br /&gt;13) Say Hello&lt;br /&gt;14) Dead Presidents&lt;br /&gt;15) Verbal Assassin&lt;br /&gt;16) Buck 50 ft. K Sleep &amp;amp; Crysist&lt;br /&gt;17) Big Dreams ft. Ceza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 12th get ready world, Mike Game arrives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6771539692188542170?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6771539692188542170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6771539692188542170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6771539692188542170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6771539692188542170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/tenative-reckless-abandon-tracklist.html' title='The Tenative Reckless Abandon Tracklist'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-2674959457140631294</id><published>2008-08-27T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:40:20.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Gold Card Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chemistryland.com/CHM107/Introduction/BehindScene/GoldCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.chemistryland.com/CHM107/Introduction/BehindScene/GoldCard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, after a brief discussion with the Illprint Brain Trust, Ive decided my time with the World Famous Gold Card Gang has ended. The street album "Members Only" will always have a place in my heart, but I dont think it was what I needed to be doing. On top of that, my boy Yolie is off doing his own thing so I think its best that it just end. Now, the facilities are always open for my boy. Ill still be recording Yolie projects and may collab on a song or two, but as a group, that shit is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost focus of whats most important, Illprint GSC. Members Only not only got me in with a different fan base, but it also alienated me from my brother-in-bars, Crysist. He thought it was the polar opposite of what me Sleep and himself built Illprint upon. Just raw lyricism and dope beats. We were supposed to be branches from the tree of Nas, Rakim, AZ, Wu Tang, EPMD, Big Daddy Kane, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, KRS-One and the likes. Instead, we ended up doing midwest gangsta rap. Now, trust me Im not hating it by any means. Ive done the dirt I talked bout on Members Only, well I didnt beat up Bling or XV nor did I put Rookie in the hospital (pardon me guys, the auro of beef was heavy, but I respect yal and am glad to call yal my peers), but the drug talk was something I did in my past aka b.k. (before kansas).  Now Kortez and Crysist liked it, but they want more of P.L.O. Style (my 2006 mixtape with me rapping bout my day-to-day over 9th wonder beats), which is classic for the topic matter and beat selection. But my flow on that was lazy as well as the overall sound quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Reckless Abandon, what was supposed to be me over rock influenced beats has turned into a revisiting of P.L.O. Style so to speak. With a charged up flow, a variation of styles, its sure to please. See, Ive always placed myself in the upper echelon of MC's. But often failed to show and prove. Im sorry for that yal, I know people hear the King MC talk but often wonder why. Dont worry, I will show why I am the King MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splitting time between work and Reckless Abandon, me and K Sleep are working on the debut Illprint group offering, Definate Supremacy, as K Sleep's debut mixtape "K Sleep Wins...Fatality Bitch".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-2674959457140631294?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2674959457140631294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=2674959457140631294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/2674959457140631294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/2674959457140631294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/rip-gold-card-gang.html' title='R.I.P. Gold Card Gang'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8983699557602197593</id><published>2008-08-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:19:51.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil Wayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kortez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>Kortez Antonio Byrd Cant Be Trusted, EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.umusic.com/images/local/500/ba60f619-b545-415b-95ad-000ea972131c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.umusic.com/images/local/500/ba60f619-b545-415b-95ad-000ea972131c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after my co-d, DJ Sleep aka K Sleep The Genius aka Moe Bitchez aka Kortez Antonio Byrd, told me LAX was incredible I downloaded it. And what did I get? A flash drive of excessive gayness. Now, as a student of hip hop, Im always down to try new shit out, and listen to everyone no matter how much I hate them. So after hating Lil Wayne for the last 3 years I copped Carter 3 because Kortez said it was amazing. And guess what? It was fucking gay. A bunch of freestyles over stellar production but every line had a "something like something" punchline. Alot of singing and alot of sporadic thoughts. So I wanted to punch Kortez for such a suggestion. Ever since being swagger jacked in 2004 by Jayceon Taylor Ive hated the MC known as The Game. Why? Cuz Ive been Mike Game since 1999 when my favorite wrestler Triple H started using it as nickname. And I beast MC's like Trips does opponents so I figured why not. This douchebag starts rhyming in 2001 and uses my god damn name. So now I have a career of being called a biter and know in my heart if I plan to get signed, the Game would have to disappear from my name. And it wont ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kortez just straight lied to me. I asked him if The Game does alot of name dropping on this like he's known to do. What does Mr. Byrd say? That The Game had significantly cut back on the name dropping. And the first song I hear is the "LAX Files". WHAT THE FUCK KORTEZ!!! This muthafucka name drops on the hook and every other bar. How fucking wack. "Game's Pain" alone prolly sets the world record on name dropping. I mean damn the nigga couldnt name drop GZA-style, I mean on "Fame" using names of celebrities as punch lines was fucking bananas ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Game does is name-drop and have a bunch of features, its evident he cant make songs by himself for any reason. And I forgot what song it was cuz it was playing in the background as I was dwing (aka doing work) on Matt Hardy as Kane on my Smackdown Vs Raw 2008. But again the song is about Compton and has Compton mentioned 3 times in the hook. Jayceon Taylor check this out whoadie (yeah, I took it back to N'awlins, nooch) FUCK COMPTON!!! I dont say that to be rude. Cuz I love Compton, but Im just saying back when Compton was unknown and people like Eazy-E and NWA were puttin it on it was acceptable. Hell it was even acceptable during the days of the Death Row Dynasty. But nigga youre on your third album. All you talk bout is other rappers and Compton. Show some growth, bitch. On "Wouldnt Get Far" from Doctors Advocate aka I Miss Dre, the name dropping was ill because it was a song bout video bitches and bitch ass gold diggers and dirty ass hoo-ers (or whores for others). But nigga, I swear to god say another rappers name and I will kill you myself. Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A.X. = Worst.....Album....Evar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Im pretty sure Kortez wants to have sex with The Game&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. - Im pretty sure Kortez is only in Illprint because I have Game in my name&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.S. - If Kortez suggests anything to you in regaurd to music, punch him in the eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8983699557602197593?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8983699557602197593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8983699557602197593' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8983699557602197593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8983699557602197593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/kortez-antonio-byrd-cant-be-trusted.html' title='Kortez Antonio Byrd Cant Be Trusted, EVER!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1315646530617461490</id><published>2008-08-23T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:17:41.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From The Manical Hyberbole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They call me Mike Game, I got the world in my palms&lt;br /&gt;My words is the storm, the glare in my eyes is the calm&lt;br /&gt;Warned, before I spit you the hear that echoing "Yooo"&lt;br /&gt;So sit back and twist that as the God begins to flow&lt;br /&gt;A devine entity, the rhymes given to me are fittingly&lt;br /&gt;Handed down from the Gods, my thoughts figuratively&lt;br /&gt;Speak to the minds to the souls of the lost&lt;br /&gt;Illprint, is the crew the tree, you other dudes is moss&lt;br /&gt;You grow off us, mimicking every image we feed you&lt;br /&gt;I see through, the facade, pull cards and go hard on people&lt;br /&gt;They say hip hop is dead, but Mike Game is still alive&lt;br /&gt;I survived the fire inside the web of lies the liars contrive&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, my reign could never be short&lt;br /&gt;I report with my cohorts and allow yal to retort&lt;br /&gt;Ya lil false and falicies, lies and deception&lt;br /&gt;Step on stage the reception, is awaking those with sleep deprivation&lt;br /&gt;I awake them, and take them, to a world theyve never been&lt;br /&gt;While the others, tell you tales of lives theyve never lived&lt;br /&gt;The negative, outweighs the positive, so Ill deliver my words honestly&lt;br /&gt;Anything fiction will be given in the for of a narritive&lt;br /&gt;But the life I lived is some scary shit&lt;br /&gt;And if you aint know, its still ILLPRINT BIIIITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1315646530617461490?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1315646530617461490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1315646530617461490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1315646530617461490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1315646530617461490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-from-manical-hyberbole.html' title='Thoughts From The Manical Hyberbole'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8871650277892054077</id><published>2008-08-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:00:37.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh....For You!!!</title><content type='html'>New Mike Game tracks&lt;br /&gt;Dub-K Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/17477598e931a3c6/"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/17477598e931a3c6/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin It ft, K Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/174777379ecefb34/"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/174777379ecefb34/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8871650277892054077?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8871650277892054077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8871650277892054077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8871650277892054077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8871650277892054077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/freshfor-you.html' title='Fresh....For You!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5442182969367712412</id><published>2008-08-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:32:44.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Blastmaster KRS-ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forgottenjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/krs-one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://forgottenjournal.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/krs-one.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRIMINAL MINDED, YOUVE BEEN BLINDED. TRYNA FIND STYLE LIKE MINE, YOU CANT FIND IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I could go on and on reciting KRS-One lyrics. KRS-One, along with Rakim, Run-DMC, EPMD, Wu Tang, Nas, Gangstarr, Biggie, and Jigga, help create the soundtrack to the lives of two niggas from the southside of Wichita, wit wack cars but fly kicks, smooth lyrics, and slick words... aka ILLPRINT BITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember finally copping me a copy of Criminal Minded, my junior year of high school. Kortez got so jealous. These are the type of hip hop heads me and my boy DJ Sleep (Kortez) were. We'd spend most of our money in high school on CDs. Sure, we'd sparingly through in a new fitted some kicks or something,  but we'd spend grips at Circuit City, Best Buy, and of course CD Tradepost. Theres just something bout that old hiphop that gets me, inspires Mike Game to all new degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Minded was my favorite shit for like a year and a half. I think Late Regristration or something came out that just shook me from my I Love The 80's Hip Hop special. But the lyricism on that is amazing. I really truly wish I could rap like that. But I can not, Im from a newer generation, where things like that just arent acceptable. I cant label my rhymes my poetry or talk bout I am teaching kids, I must rap bout bitches blunts and big screen tvs (thanks Steve Berman).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of cats thinking rap started with Jay-Z and Nas. And Im tired of fakers. Kortez was tellin me bout this dude from High School who was rocking a Run DMC shirt, and Im like "NIGGA YOU DONT EVEN LIKE RUN DMC!!!" I do, I love Run DMC. "Run's House" (not the show, fruits) is my fav song of all time. But this isnt bout all that, its bout the Blastmaster KRS-One. The nigga who made everyone not give a fuck bout Queens. I mean In 1987, "South Bronx" destroyed Queens, it wouldnt be til 94 when Illmatic dropped that niggas even cared bout Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So KRS, this Bud's for you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday KRS-ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Scott La Rock&lt;br /&gt;The Hip To The Hop, And You Dont STOP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5442182969367712412?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5442182969367712412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5442182969367712412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5442182969367712412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5442182969367712412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-b-day-blastmaster-krs-one.html' title='Happy B-Day Blastmaster KRS-ONE!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4409859145824194753</id><published>2008-08-19T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:12:26.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McCain'/><title type='text'>Mr. Obama, Thanks But No Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff307/croatianpimp2007/OBAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff307/croatianpimp2007/OBAMA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, that I as a half black/half white man like Mr. Obama, should be on the bandwagon. I also as a member of the Army should want the war in Iraq to end. Im also without Health Insurance, so I should want that free healthcare for all. But Im sorry, I just cant vote for Obama. Nor can I vote for McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear bout Obama is that he'll bring change. What change? What will he do for the black community??? NOT A GOD DAMN THANG!!! The problems that strike blacks have been around for decades, and I dont these n-words will change just we got a Negro President. Say you want the fly car the clothes and not have to worry bout bills, so you decide selling crack. Is Obama going to give every nigga in the hood an SL Benz?? Is he going to have trucks drive through 9th and Grove and just toss out boxes of Rocawear? Will Obama make you not fuck that bitch without a condom, which makes you now a father, which makes you abandon ya kid cuz you'd rather be fucking Loose Lucy and Sleazy Sally instead of taking care of the mother of your child as well as your seed? The answer to all that is NO!!! And I know Obama isnt going to just cut niggas sentences and open up the prisons nor will the crips and bloods just give up. So seriously, black people what the fuck is Obama gon do for us, when we as a people already know what to do but just wont do it. Now, I know most those dbags with Obama 08 t-shirts havent even paid attention to this nigga at all. Ive known bout dude since the 04 Democratic Convention, cuz Im into politics like that. And my first thought was "When did they let niggas into politics?" This guy was on the state of Illinois Legistature from 97-04, then he became a Senator in 05, then in 06 decided he was gon try and be president. Now, kids, I know you dont follow politics like myself, but most Presidents got more political experience than that. Our last couple Presidents were Governors, they knew how to atleast run a state. Which is like ya typical structure of say a McDonalds. Before you become manager, youll be a shift manager. Shit you gotta prove you can at least handle the 5 dbags you got on the clock for that dinner rush, before you can even mention running the whole joint. And Senate is not a presidencacy. No one Senator makes a single decision, a majority of Senators gotta agree on something before it happens. So this guy has never been a leader, just part of a team. Im sorry, I just dont trust his experience, Ill trust it in say 2016, when he gets some more time under his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John McCain though, fuck that guy, real talk. I actually have a real personal beef with the guy. In 9th grade, when I was in JROTC (before we talk shit, my dad may me do that on top of football, both sucked pretty bad), we had a stupid Veterans Day thing at the VFW and we had to write what the Pledge Of Alligence meant to us, at the time I was still mad bout the instutionalized racism and Mr. Bush that I wrote that it didnt mean anything to me, and also cited the Vietnam War (which to this day I hold as the biggest waste of American troops, money, and time ever in history) as a reason. He shook all our hand. I didnt read mine, because you know it was too shocking for the old ass cracka ass crackas that were in attendence. But my bitch ass JROTC instructor told him bout it. HE got to me and said "Guesby?", "Yes sir" I replied, "You dont deserve to be American, people like you disgust me" he said. Really, McCrazy? Thats what you say to confused 15 year olds? Nigga, you sold out American secrets to get away from ya POW camp you punk bitch. Sure, Id fuck his wife and daughter, but vote this dbag, I certainly will not. I mean every year since 9/11 we've (as in service members) have gotten a raise, so as long as we're in Iraq, Ill get more money. But at the same time, I have yet to go to Iraq myself, and personally I dont wanna go at all. But if I got to I will, and rep that USA set to the fullest. But this dude wants us to like move into Iraq and shit. Kinda like how we just blew up Japan and Germany and then said "Hey is it cool if we put up some Army posts here? Ok cool, we're going to bring Burger King and Starbucks in as well". The fuck? Iraq is hot as fuck every year all year, at least Japan and Germany changes in climate. Plus there aint groups of Germans n Japaneese who just want to kill us. Like in Iraq, theres just a bunch of crazies tryna murk us. And now Russia and Georgia got beef, and Russia wants us involved. And Im more that 150% sure if McCain gets elected we'll be in Russia, freezing our asses off. So on top of desert training Ill need cold weather training. All training that could be avoided if we minded our god damn business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I feel like its 2004 again. I mean Bush had this whole Iraq deal going on, but Kerry was fucking terrible. So it was either Kerry, who could fuck us into oblivion or Bush, who had already fucked us pretty hard. Plus, Obama will get killed anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4409859145824194753?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4409859145824194753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4409859145824194753' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4409859145824194753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4409859145824194753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-obama-thanks-but-no-thanks.html' title='Mr. Obama, Thanks But No Thanks'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-3175176232567244636</id><published>2008-08-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:40:23.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ill-Report: Reckless Abandon, Definate Supremacy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Live From Illprint Studios....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its Mike Game, and I thought I'd just give you all some insight on some current Illprint products. While, Illprint isnt as wellknown as I'd love for it to be, I still kind of enjoy its elusiveness. Every song Im ever on with anyone always has mention of the slogan "Its Illprint Bitch". From past songs with Rookie, to songs with my brother Cez out in Philly, my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; boy Moses out in New Jeruz (aka New Jersey) to tracks with the homie Chaos, tracks with the 4 Kings of Tru Werdz (a collective of MC's founded on the rapgodfathers.com boards in which Im part of), I always gotta rep my crew. Given, my crew is just me and my partner in rhyme Kortez "K Sleep" Byrd, together we form the 2008 Morris Day and Jerome, on the pimp side of things.Anyways, lets get into the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had originally planned for Reckless Abandon to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; feature no guests at all, including Sleep. See, Im recklessly abandoning all that Wichita holds sacred. Im using alot of my favorite beats, and unfortunately, most them were made before 2000. I know Wichita people dont favor too much to the East Coast, who birthed me as an MC. The old Nas, Jay, Big L, and of course WU TANG BITCH!!! Only a few of my contemperaries even mention the names or influence of the brothers to the north. So on Reckless Abandon, its just me, my feelings, and my story. Here soon Ill throw bout 3 tracks from it up over on ICTHIPHOP.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The lead-in single from Reckless Abandon is "Dub-K Is Dead", I flipped Nas' "Hip Hop Is Dead". Why? Because I feel that Dub-K is just a stuck in a creative rut. It seems that everyone has that formula for what they should be doing (example, club songs, street songs, and love songs) every mixtape or album has those. No one just says "Fuck you, Im doing whatever I wanna do". Planet Squaria and Music Experience is just whatever the fuck them dudes fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lt like doing. "Loser Mind" is a phenonemal song. Now dont take "Dub-K Is Dead" to mean Im the greatest guy here in the city and everyone else is dead cuz they suck. Thats not the case. XV, Bling, Cadence, Young Markie, Rookie, and Kaewun make terrific music, with out them, we'd have no music scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second track Im releasing is "Feelin It" ft. K Sleep. In which we just flip Jay-Z's "Feelin It". I felt I abandoned all I represented when me n my boy Yolie did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the Gold Card Gang joint "Members Only". Now dont get me wrong, Im a fan of the CD, I mean I did record it, but I didnt use none of my trademark stylings on it. Im known for my multisylibic rhyme within rhyme schemes. Instead I adapted to what was around me, showing I can do whatever the people want, and still be fantistical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new player in the Illprint Arena, by the name of Chaos. Now, he is not official member, but part of the family in the same vain that Yolie is. His mixtape, I Am The Dub, is coming off quite smoothly. He just needs to know its his mixtape, so all his non rapping homies who want to be on it, dont have to be on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday soon watch for that Illprint collective effort known as Definate Supremacy. Itll be ill bitches. Til next time, live love life yal. Illprint Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Murda Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allhiphop.com/promo/illseed/princemad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://allhiphop.com/promo/illseed/princemad.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-3175176232567244636?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3175176232567244636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=3175176232567244636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3175176232567244636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/3175176232567244636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-report-reckless-abandon-definate.html' title='The Ill-Report: Reckless Abandon, Definate Supremacy....'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-6078977101350763430</id><published>2008-08-15T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:01:52.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Winehouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hardbody'/><title type='text'>"Fuck Off You Fucking Fuck Face" - Amy Winehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sohhdotcom.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/15/amywinehouse20080630300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sohhdotcom.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/15/amywinehouse20080630300x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to pain me to say this, but fuck Alicia Keys, Beyonce Carter and Ciara Jackson. Amy Winehouse is the most hardbody sanga in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as we all know, I believe Ms. Winehouse makes nothing but classics and can never ever do any wrong to any one any where. I love Ms. Winehouse, Back To Black is an amazing record as is her debut Frank. She just oozes soul with every note. Her life is an open book, I love the fact shes open bout her alcoholism. Sure, she may like some crack in her pipe every once in awhile, but who doesnt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse has again been accused of attacking a fan somewhere. Alledgely, some bitch grabbed Ms. Winehouse's arm while she was pounding the London pavement. So Amy slaps the bitch in the face and says "Let go of me, dickhead". Now this is the first Im hearing of an altercation with a woman. But Amy usually beats up dudes. At one show, a guy called her a cunt, she jumped offstage and punched the dude in the balls and spit in his bitches face, IN TRUE O.G. FASHION!!! And in April, she punched a dude in the face and headbutted the other. FUCKING HEADBUTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, niggas on the street just get beat the fuck up, like Biz. But dont no body go more hard than Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY WINEHOUSE GANGSTA&gt;&gt;YOUR FAVORITE RAPPERS GANGSTA&gt;&gt;YOUR GANGSTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-6078977101350763430?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6078977101350763430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=6078977101350763430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6078977101350763430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/6078977101350763430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuck-off-you-fucking-fuck-face-amy.html' title='&quot;Fuck Off You Fucking Fuck Face&quot; - Amy Winehouse'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-5346911901183989705</id><published>2008-08-14T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:00:51.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Knocked The Fuck Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ronmexicocity.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/12/mikejones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ronmexicocity.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/12/mikejones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case any you didnt know, Mike Jones got punched in the face by Trae Da Truth. So from now on, Wichita rappers, Youll Get Mike Jones'd By Mike Game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-5346911901183989705?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5346911901183989705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=5346911901183989705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5346911901183989705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/5346911901183989705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-got-knocked-fuck-out.html' title='You Got Knocked The Fuck Out'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-8809842443666670492</id><published>2008-08-14T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:48:25.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyor Cohen'/><title type='text'>The Reason Wichita Rappers Arent On Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/1xtra/events/hhweekend05/gallery/honchos/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/1xtra/events/hhweekend05/gallery/honchos/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above you is a picture of the original TI (no, not Clifford Harris), Lyor Cohen, the Tall Israeli Triple OG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in 2001 the Mighty Mos Def let us know on "The Rapeover" that some Tall Israeli is running this rap shit. And at first I was like "Yo Mighty Mos, Stay Off The Mighty Rocks", but then I remember my idol,as far as taking over the game, Lyor Cohen is responsible for Def Jam's rise to fame after Rick Rubin decided taking acid and heavy metal was way more important than running a rap label. Lyor is also the guy that signed Roc-A-Fella and Murder Inc those ridicilous deals to Def Jam in the 90's. And Jimmy Iovine, albeit not so tall, but still an Israeli, signed Death Row to Interscope, and then Aftermath to Interscope, then Em and 50 to Interscope. You see where Im going??? All phenoms have a TI behind them feeding them money. Wichita, KS who is our TI???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the company that owns Power 939 is owned by Texans, not so much Israelis. Now, my jewish/hebrew/israeli community. Dont get it wrong, I am not hating on ya. L'chiem. Im just saying, music biz is ran by Tall Israelis, just like Popeyes is ran by crackass crackas, and the Northside is ran by niggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my dude Mr ICT, Kaewun gots some money behind him, but I dont know if its that old long Israeli monet. And I know X to the Vizzy is self made, by peddlin beats and dope rhymes and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the myspace, fuck the mixtapes, fuck the shows, fuck the fans. If you really tryna get on in the game, find a TI and convince them to give you money. Surely youll be a phenom. I mean last year Jay-Z made 262 million, off what you may ask? No one really knows. American Gangster didnt do too well, it didnt do great, but it wasnt a flop. And its pretty common knowledge that Jay-Z takes any amount of money that any TI ever throws him for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my plan for Illprint, in fact I have a TI right now thats been a friend of my mine for years, and right now he's going to Columbia University, majoring in something concerning finaces. HE plans to start some sort of company, and guess who will be there. THIS GUY. So to my boy Joesph, next summer, after Graduation, its on. And tell Poppa Joe Mike said WHAT UP!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-8809842443666670492?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8809842443666670492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=8809842443666670492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8809842443666670492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/8809842443666670492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-wichita-rappers-arent-on-yet.html' title='The Reason Wichita Rappers Arent On Yet'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4330389779137343393</id><published>2008-08-14T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:49:56.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropic Thunder'/><title type='text'>Tropic Thunder, Bitches!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/alternative-tropic-thunder-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/alternative-tropic-thunder-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and the gf, The Almighty Kai, went to go see Tropic Thunder, after Madhatter of the World Famous Scrub Club crew pushed back our session. Would I have liked to record? Of course. Did I mind going to see the funniest movie in a long time with the girl I love? Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is fucking the bomb diggy son (throwback slang, since Im a throwback nigga). Ben Stiller and Jack Black were funny, but Robery Downey Jr as Kirk Lazzurus and Tom Cruise as Les Grossman were the scene stealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that dont know, Tropic Thunder is about a movie being shot about Sgt. Fourleaf Tayback's experience in Vietnam. Ben Stiller, Jack Black, Robert Downey Jr and Brandon T. Jackson, star as the stars of the movie. After ego-trips and an inexperience director fuck up the original big budget film, Sgt. Tayback convinces the director to take them out to the jungle and shoot it guerilla style. With no luxuries of being off set, its just the guys and the jungle 24/7. Well, they get dropped off not in Vietnam, but in some Asian country (I believe Laos or something), and get into conflict with real life criminals. They square off against Flaming Dragon, an Asian heroin producing cartel. Ben Stiller plays Tugg Speedman, a big budget action star who is trying to get some acclaim after his attempt to be dramatic, Simple Jack (a story bout a retard), flops and flops hard. Jack Black plays Jeff Portnay, a comedic actor/slash drug addict, his main claim to fame is his Fatties movies, about a family of fat people who fat aka The Cracka Klumps, and he wants to be known for more. Robert Downey Jr plays Kirk Lazzurus, a multiple Oscar winning method actor (kinda like Daniel Day Lewis), who took his role so serious he got pigment changing surgeory done so he can play a black man. Brandon T. Jackson plays Alpa Chino, a rapper who wants to be an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film stars with a commercial for Alpa Chino's Booty Sweat energy drink and Bust-A-Nut energy bar. That shit along with the trailers for the new Speedman, Portnay and Lazzurus films are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise though, my muthafuckin nigga Tom Cruise. Les Grossman is a movie exec, who cusses like a muthafucka. Sidenote, why are music exec T.I.'s (tall israelies) but movie execs are S.I.'s (short israelies)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing T-Cruise tell people to fuck themselves and referring to them as fuck faces are enough alone to spend the 9 bucks (warren after 4) 7 bucks (warren before 4) 8 bucks (northrock after 6) 5 bucks (northrock before 6) or if youre like me you floss that mil. id and get that 5 bucks a ticket everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is one of the funniest movies ever, I dont know if the casual movie fan will like it, but if youre into movies alot and read up on the actions off screen and how actors can be, youll fucking love it. On some "Its funny cuz its true" shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4330389779137343393?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4330389779137343393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4330389779137343393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4330389779137343393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4330389779137343393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/tropic-thunder-bitches.html' title='Tropic Thunder, Bitches!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-412395368233054713</id><published>2008-08-13T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:25:53.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Signee To Mike's Jumpoff Records.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jaunted.com/files/5957/1030_britney_spears_halloween_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.jaunted.com/files/5957/1030_britney_spears_halloween_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears...&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, youre prolly like "Mike you have a girlfriend" or "Mike, that bitch is fucking crazy".  Though Id love for me and Kai to be together forever, I gotta think bout my future. Who would I want to fondle my balls when Kai was no longer in my life? Answer, B Spears. Now, this aint the best pic I could find, I saw one on the world famous mediatakeout.com, in which shes on the treadmill wit a boadacious phat cellulite free ass. And in 2008, a juicy A isnt enough, it needs to be smooth and without cellulite (this means you hoodrats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she may have had made poor decisions in her life, such as fucking K-Fed and having his ugly babies, and leaving my boy JT, and endangering her babies, and shaving her head. Shes human, Ive made mistakes, I mean fuck I did have sex with a hoodrat and a fat bitch and also bought Lil Wayne's Carter 3, see Im only human too. But I cant base rather or not I wanna have sex with her based on who she fucks. I mean do think the girls who have sex with Dezmond Johnson pay any attention to the fact thats hes a grown ass man who still has sex with 16 year olds (fucking pederass). No, they dont. Why? Cuz when you slip a bitch some GHB she cant really say anything, trust me I know (LOL, Im kidding, date rape is a horrible horrible thing that I may have tried once in Chicago, but fuck nigga Im human I make mistakes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus, if I was to go to Heroes with my boss Josh aka Strizzy, I may run into a gal who looks like B Spears, and Im sure I could just take her out to the Stanz and bust her back out. Im just saying. Mike Game Britney Spears, future power couple. FUCK K-FED, MIKE GAME BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have no intentions on leaving or cheating on my Kai, I love her to death. Im just saying, I may develop an addiction to porn and alcohol like Bol and then where would we be Kai???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-412395368233054713?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/412395368233054713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=412395368233054713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/412395368233054713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/412395368233054713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/newest-signee-to-mikes-jumpoff-records.html' title='The Newest Signee To Mike&apos;s Jumpoff Records.....'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-1440830570712828595</id><published>2008-08-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:38:07.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizniz Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deception'/><title type='text'>WE DONT BELIEVE YOU, YOU NEED MORE PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://music.podshow.com/music/artists/photos/00008776/biz_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://music.podshow.com/music/artists/photos/00008776/biz_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's assailant on When Keeping Real Goes Wrong is Wichita's own, Bizniz Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a special kind of person to base a whole image and persona on lies, but seeing how this is hip hop, you cant believe shit these niggas say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one golden rule in life, dont lie to me or about me. Thats it, its so disrespectful to lie to people, as if you are making the people you lie to believe that you think theyre stupid. I graduated with a 3.8 gpa, a 28 on the ACT, and a 96 out of 100 on my Army ASVAB test, Im not a dumb nigga by any means. And Biz, youve lied to me nigga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exposes this is the new Bizniz Kid song "Im Super" featuring a member of the swagger jacking Fly Boys crew (XV and Bling have the Fly Boy Club, thank you for biting them, shark nigga) Dizzy. On said track (which I wont bother posting, because I keeps it real, and that song isnt real) Bizniz mentions copping 1000 dollar kicks. Here's the problem, I know this guy personally, in his earlier days, say in 2005-2006, I was responsible for putting half the money for most of his studio shit, he's since upgraded but still, I was there helping the nigga when he was a chicken jockey at KFC. And what did he give me in return? Got me in beef with my niggas Gutta Grind, which resulted to an altercation on infamous video tape. Ya boy got stabbed, they said "Oh shit he's bleeding" and then ran. Biz, in true bitch nigga fashion, was camera man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time would pass before me and Biz would speak again, through meeting through a mutual friend, Wichita's own Rookie Da Don, we deaded all beefs and hard feelings. Me n Biz would go on to kick it, drink, and talk some real shit on some real nigga shit. Biz's cousin got locked up, and he was stressing tryna help the man out. I was done wit Biz, you know, everywhere he went I was there wit him. Cuz I know what its like to have people you care bout lost to the system (3 of my niggas who was my brothers when I lived in Miami, are each doing 25 to life on some real shit). Then some white dude Andrew of the now defunct Amber Rd Records mustve took acid or some shit then stumbled upon Bizniz's myspace. Somehow, Biz convinved him to invest in his, err talents. Andrew cut this nigga a mean check for more than a few thousand. What happened to the money? Biz gave it to Ace Hood to do a feature for him. It happened, thing is, Ace Hood's new mixtape with DJ Khaled had the same exact verse on it. Now, usually Id blast a rapper for that, cuz I hate that shit. But I reckon Ace done saw through the facade and noticed Biz's bitchassness.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a couple days ago, Rookie says some shit bout Biz's "Im Super" being wack (in fact it is). So Biz gets on icthiphop.blogspot.com, the World Famous K-Will's page (what up nig), talking he makes 30 g's a day, and that Asso (the group of penises Biz is now sucking to get to the top) will beat Rookie down seeing how they control Wichita's streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where Mike Game steps in, I know Biz's personal life off record, where he stays on myspace watches anime and doesnt really do too much shit. He lives with his girls grandma (whom I cant personally speak negatively about because she's always been nice to ya boy). Nigga drives a 92 pontiac. The nigga borrows clothes from his brother. Now, I drive an 86 Nissan Stanza wagan, cuz it was 300 dollars and I was broke when I bought it, and it gets 25 mpg, which is ill. Now, if I wanted to get a 2000's modeled car, I could easily afford it. But I got this nasty menthol zoo york and mcdonalds addiction that wont quit. So when the nigga Biz gets on the internets and lies to the people, I had to step in. Yes, Biz has a gazillion myspace plays, but theres this program that costs 75 dollars a month, in which it manipulates the numbers to give something like 8000 hits a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephone "Bizniz Kid" Johnson, is a PHONY, A BIG FAT PHONY (thank you Family Guy). His family doesnt respect him (I personally hang out with his fam, and they love him, but hate dealing with him). And his "bizniz" is questionable. I can recall an instant where he was selling his production partners beats and pocketing the money, all with out letting his partner know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure this will start some sort of beef with some sort of diss track. In which, I may not respond. Ive been in beef with the best of them, and Biz doesnt rank up there with them. Plus, Im in tune with what Im working on too much to sidetrack. Theres nothing Bizniz can say bout me that aint common knowledge. Yeah, I work at CD Tradepost, yeah I live with my girlfriend, yes Im in the Army Reserves, and yes my best friend K Sleep is a better rapper than I. No I dont sell drugs, and no I dont live in the hood. But I grow up in South Miami, Ive sold drugs. I was in Miami when Rick Ross was just gettin in the game selling cds out his trunk. But guess what, my artists Chaos and Yolie, do be in the hood. I get the same love in the hood when I go in. But still, Im me, I dont lie to you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-1440830570712828595?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1440830570712828595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=1440830570712828595' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1440830570712828595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/1440830570712828595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-dont-believe-you-you-need-more.html' title='WE DONT BELIEVE YOU, YOU NEED MORE PEOPLE'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-7476558511878299508</id><published>2008-08-12T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:46:09.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marty McFly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil Collector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIF LA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nike'/><title type='text'>Get Ya Marty McFly On!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theevilcollector.com/files/2008/08/dsc_3930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.theevilcollector.com/files/2008/08/dsc_3930.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Jacked From The Evil Collector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO SON THESE IS ILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Really though, I was on my mans, The Evil Collectors, site and saw these. I was like "I Need Those!!!", but I have no idea what outfit would even go with em. MY usual Bullhead Jeans and Zoo York attire seems like it wouldnt go well with these. The crew out west at RIF LA got these, but have yet to give them a price tag. Im guessing its some ridicilous amount, that will force into bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note To Vizzy: Buy these before I, and die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-7476558511878299508?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7476558511878299508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=7476558511878299508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7476558511878299508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/7476558511878299508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-ya-marty-mcfly-on.html' title='Get Ya Marty McFly On!!!'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4034020624037267656</id><published>2008-08-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:26:49.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Girls Subway Hot Wichita'/><title type='text'>The Real Brought To You By I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j89/realfatandy/uhhuh17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j89/realfatandy/uhhuh17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See people, thats that bullshit I be talking bout. Fat bitches tryna get all pretty and shit, when the bottom line is, FAT IS NOT SEXY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go in on this blog, get ready people, the debut of Mike Game is classic. So if youre anything like me, you done fired up that menthol (Im on them Marlboro Menthol Lights, the strength of a Newport, but with an extremely better taste), done got you a bowl of Chicken Helper Chicken Fried Rice (Hamburger Helper grabbed the crackass crackas of the suburbs and trailer trash of the slums, it was a matter of time until Chicken Helper when in for the black community, fuck you Kraft Foods, fuck you and your deliciously racist ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im noticing thats quite hot out in these Wichita Streets, so people is wearing less clothes. Including myself, Ive downgraded from my usual Bullhead Jeans and Zoo York Tees, to my basketball shorts and wife beaters, to show off the 'ceps and tattoos (you know cuz Im cool like that). And now Im seeing these big gals wearing short shorts and tanktops, which means when I step inside Subway for an Over Roasted Chicken With Bacon On Wheat, I instead get a Cellulite Sandwich. Which cause enough to throw up whatever I had in my stomach (prolly EnJ and baked bbq lays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im noticed a disturbing trend amongst the "urban community"... Niggas picking up fat bitches from Hutchinson for the sole purpose of getting their rocks off and getting some cash. Nigga, smarten up, wouldnt you rather scoop you nice sexy albeit dumb bitch wit deep pockets. I mean youd have the personal pleasure of skeet skeet skeeting on her and then running her pockets, and your boys wont make fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, bitches lose weight. Skinny niggas like myself arent feeling you beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike Game: King MC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4034020624037267656?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4034020624037267656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4034020624037267656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4034020624037267656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4034020624037267656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-people-thats-that-bullshit-i-be.html' title='The Real Brought To You By I'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551600042409942552.post-4648604364056200574</id><published>2008-08-12T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:32:04.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoo-ers'/><title type='text'>Guess Whos Got A Fucking Blog</title><content type='html'>Mike Game, thats who, bitches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im spending another day at the office (CD Tradepost, pawnee &amp;amp; seneca, holla at ya boy). And Im just thinking about ways to take over the hip hop world. And.... I really have no ideas at all. I just focus on how mind blowing my lyrics are (ex. Im Married To The Game And You Niggas On Ya First Date), and how tight I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I listen to me and love it, but why wouldnt I? But I wonder if the streets of the dub and gods of the world are feeling it. Let me know people, whats hot in the streets. So help me, if you mention Lil Wayne, you suffer death by ways of blunt anal trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to the other blogs I fucks wit, K Will over at icthiphop, XV at thecoolniverse, and the triple og of this blogging shit, Byron "Bol" Crawford at bryoncrawford.com or xxlmag.com. Oh shit, my nigga Ron Mexico as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike Game: King MC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551600042409942552-4648604364056200574?l=illprintdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4648604364056200574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8551600042409942552&amp;postID=4648604364056200574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4648604364056200574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551600042409942552/posts/default/4648604364056200574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://illprintdiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-whos-got-fucking-blog.html' title='Guess Whos Got A Fucking Blog'/><author><name>Mike Game: King MC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04078335795663470170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
