Nicole Simpson Cant Rap

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

1) Intro
2) King MC
3) Say Nothing
4) Apollo Mike
5) Brown Bag Sweetheart
6) Russian Roulette RMX ft. Rihanna
7) If You Like It
8) I Made It
9) Drop The World
10) Elevatorzzz
11) Baby
12) Whatchusay ft. Jason Derulo
13) Shining Down
14) Rad
15) Music Box
16) Carry On Game
17) Can You Hear
18) Im Awesome
19) Not Supposed
20) Kelly
21) Betrayal
22) Conteplatin Homocide
23) Outro

Say Whats Real

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!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Time For A Change

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:
P.L.O. STYLE (2006)
MR 07 TIL INFINITY (2007)
MEMBERS ONLY (2008)
RECKLESS ABANDON (2008)
THROWAWAYS (2009)
BEFORE I EMBARASS MYSELF (2009)
ABSENT MINDED (2009)
HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER (2009)
DEFINATE SUPREMACY (2009)
F.M.L. (2009)

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!!!!

**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

Nigga, You Almost Was A Bitch

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Its Been A While

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?

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.

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.

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.

Mike Game, Out

New Illprint Releases Coming Soon

Dropping Next Week
"Before I Embarass Myself" by Mike Game


Dropping In September
"World Fucking Famous" by The Bang Bus (Mike Game, Pinnacle, K Sleep, & Guests)

The 10 Rap Commandments

So Im on Twitter, I say "Fuck 2Pac" and the world ends. So Im inspired to create a list of Rap Commandments

1) 2Pac Is The Best Rapper Ever (though I disagree, it seems that its true)
2) Jay-Z Is The Best Rapper Alive (also I disagree, it seems muhfuckas love this guy, despite he's never been that amazing)
3) You Gotta Sell Crack (even if you didnt, you have to say you did)
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)
5) Dr Dre Is The Greatest Producer (despite The Chronic being nothing but Parliment-Funkadelic loops)
6) You Have To Have Swag (Unless you look borderline homosexual, you dont have swag, you need colorful shoes clothes and neckerchiefs)
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)
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)
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)
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)

Baptism By Fire

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:

1) Wildflower 4
2) Conteplating Homicide
3) Life's Unfair
4) D.O.R. (Death Of Romance)
5) Day to Night
6) Kiss Of Death
7) Twisted
8) Bang!
9) Baby, Im A Star
10) Champagne Supernova
11) Emotionless
12) Treason
13) When The Music Stops
14) Catch Me
15) Baptism By Fire

ITs short, may get longer, but this is the foundation. Some things will be addressed,so stay tuned.

As far as Before I Embarass Myself, its coming soon, Im working on getting distribution.

The Final Solution

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.

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.

Where was I going with this?

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.

Girls: What I've Learned

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!!".

Now, to what Ive learned.

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.

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".

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.

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.

Cant Have Shit That You Liiiike, NOOOOOO

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"
"Cant Have Shit That You Like" : http://www.zshare.net/audio/60687349e94d0875/

Now for the topic at hand, a females sense of entitlement.

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!!!

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)

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
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".

So ladies, if you like Mike, and want to be with Mike just know a few a things
1)I will not treat you to anything
2) All dates will be halfsies (ie i pay for me you pay for you)
3) See something you want me to buy, well then start saving your pennies
4) YOU CAN NOT, AND WILL NOT, HAVE SHIT THAT YOU WANT LOVE NEED AND/OR LIKE

Charles Hamilton, Not Only A Gaybo, But A Punk Bitch As Well

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.

"Dont roll bitches with kids its hard to control them
All up in my face, Ill hit the bitch with a stroller"
-"Them Hoes Like"

"Bust my windows Ima bust yo face bitch
Blood in ya grill, make ya fa real taste it"
-"Bust Yo Face"

"And naw, you aint ever had a man like that
Soon as you grab something make you put it right back, yeah"
-"Cant Have Shit"

"Busted too fast, the bitch wanted to laugh
So I left her eye black after I hit her with a shot glass"
-"Twisted"

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.

2 DV Charges
1 Assault
1 Assualt L.E.O. (law enforcement officer)
1 Battery L.E.O.

Mike Game is all about beating people the fuck up.
Charles Hamilton is all about getting beat the fuck up.

I now know his inspiration for "Tears Of Fire"

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.

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

::Mike walking down 147th n Lennox::
Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?
Mike: Yo Charles, whats up gaybo?
Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?
Mike: Naw son, I only roll that Intrust Bank Black Card
Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?
Mike: Dude, I just told you that I didnt have any
Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?
Mike: ::places nothing in mug:: There ya go fellow
Charles: ::puzzled disappointed look on his face:: Chaaange?
Mike: No, thats hope. Now dont use it all at once
Charles: ::extends Interscope logo coffee mug:: Change? Change?
Mike: ::punches Charles Hamilton dead in the face:: Change that muthafucka
Charles: ::sprawled out on pavement:: ::gasps:: Change ::gasps::
Mike: Change careers vato, haha, I said vato. ITs Illprint, Bitch

And They Say Keep It Real?!?!?!

"They talking all this keep it keep it real, man keep it real dont pay the muthafuckin bills" - Young Chris "1800Hustler"

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?

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.

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 & 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.

Asthma Needs Recognition

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin Ja Rule Ol Jackin For Covers Fuck Boy

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

Seriously? Like Really?

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

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

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

ITS ILLPRINT, BITCH

-Murda Out

NEW MIKE GAME MIXTAPE!!!

NEW MIKE GAME MIXTAPE
THE OFT-DELAYED
THROWAWAYS

http://www.zshare.net/download/57776590ba643dbd/

Fuck Yo City And Yo Town, I State Facts

GUESS WHOS BACK IN THE...HOOOUUUSSEEE
AMERICA'S FAVORITE IDOL SO THEY CALL ME MIKEY MOUSE!!!

So whats good in the blogosphere?!
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).
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)

Better-Than-U-Topia

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.

Is Chris Brown Going To Have To Slap A Bitch?!?!

ADVISARY: THE FOLLOWING BLOG CONTAINS SUPPORT OF SLAPPING A BITCH, IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, I SUGGEST YOU NEED NOT READ ON

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.