I'm Back, MFs!

Yupper! Back like I never left. Still consummately in love with your fine ass, too!

It's summer time for me, which means more living, more breathing, more baaaaallin! Also, more time for the l of my l (love of my life...)

I'm on a brand spankin' new mission! To paint beautiful things on the top of a church, or the house of god. See, I'm big on meditation, and I believe that the human soulfulness (aka the soul) is our special brand of godliness, so the mind is the greatest palace of our Lord, Us. Think more, create more, Be more. I know so few people who aim to actually create. Like, making something new and cool is basically reserved to app makers and web developers. Well, I'm an artist, so get ready to hear my roaaaaar!

Let's see how loud I can be, shall we? I AM BACK, MAJOR FLAVORS!

As I Look Dow On My Diamond Encrusted Teeth...

PERSOCUTION NEEDS TO FUCKING STRANGLE PROSOCUTION ALREADY!
 Go All DYLAN DYLAN DYLAN DYLAN DYLAN "You're too close man, you're too close!"

Game, Yelawolf: Rough. Gotta Spit This One Aloud, Or Shut The Fuck Up

Life

In a million pieces

Scattered on the floor, real and pretend

He stares in the mirror rappin a million feces lines about a million feces friends

About a million feces reasons to always call them again

Come one nigga, we African

Your poems are so passionate we'd love to have you back again

Life: I'm smashin' it!

I know the bad luck that that brings

I see myself in my third I so I ain't afraid of anything.

Weird echos used to spook my soul, now I know that god is really defending me

So I feel no harm in throwing my head back and laughing at the tragedy of what you pretend to be

Sending me vindication, bottles of wine with Life 

Plus a wedding ring

I ain't married to the game

I'm engaged to the everything

All I need is the cake, a date, a wedding singer

I was thinking Beyoncé.

I love you

mk

It's raining outside. But not so much raining as generally being wet and slushy and cold and unattractive. Typically my kind of winter weather.
Right now I'm a little bit sad, as I am wont to be every so often- you can typically tell my mood by the words I use. +Victorian = +Sad. I've read Oliver Twist many times, and always find it quite creepy.

Sigh. No one to call and no one to write, though I'm sure plenty of people would love it if I would call them, although that really doesn't matter, because I either don't know them or don't like them.  Too many stupid people exist, in my opinion. All schools should be burned down and all teachers should be fuckin fired. Except for a few of them... Teachers, that is.

I hated school. "Oh, man, you're extra smart! Here's a bunch of extra work and some crazy-ass teachers and... yea no real benefit. There ya go!" Jeez. I suppose at least now I know JP and I am real good at the French, and I've read Oliver Twist more times than you have. Loser.

I barely have anything to complain to you about. If I knew you, and trusted you, and could see the look in your eyes when I say 'I love you' maybe different story, but that's not the case, so I'm just sitting here, typing vague stuffffff being down on myself because offfff and ... but mostly.

I think I'll take a nap.

Today I thought some shit that kinda hurt my feelings..
At first I was sort of shocked to hear myself utter such a thought, and then, as it dawned on me more and more, I understood myself.


I need a friend.

It sometimes makes me sad that you don't know shit about Hov or Nas. And I once turned to you on some real nigga shit and bit my tongue: We don't both speak Chinese. "I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same..."
Sometimes I cheat and say some really cool hip-hop shit like I was the inventor. Like 'Man he really just said that!' But what's funny is that Chinese jokes don't really make 'em laugh where I'm from, so it ain't nothing.

It ain't nothin! It's almost funny like, man I'm trilingual, G. I call you G cuz you're my homie, and that's my friend cuz I fucks with him, vous comprenez? Plus Jamaican...

It's odd. I am almost built for haters. Not that I'm trying to get all sad an ranting about some haters. My life's been all love lately (RIP 1 Version of /Sandy). Just... thinking. Kinda airing myself out right now. I think I haven't said a word to anyone all day. Just writing. Writing. Righting. Rie Ting mythings miyyyyyy.yyyyyyy

Okay! I'm making ridiculous jokes! That means I really am exhausted. I guess thinking is tiresome too. As is listening- really listening to all and only Jay-z. The Blueprints are so dope. I have kinda sketched it out in my mind as a blueprint. Sorta neat... BP2 is about being mad macking and cool and pretty gangster. The Blueprint is kinda like what you might sess out of a session of mobster movies. Shut your mouth. Live fast and fun. Money, drugs, bitches. But do not get caught... BP3 is technically my favourite- it's about moving forward from all that other shit and being a damn grown up. I'm always getting yelled at for my low pants ("I can see you boxers!!!!). Jeez. Irony. Still, I love the smoothness. BP3 is so kinda avantgarde. Kinda because it's not like Hov was on some Black Eyed Peas Superbowl shit. Just... I don't think it's much instrumentals, and look at Off That. Futuristic shit.
Also, good look from Hov giving JCole a verse and restricting Drake to only one of the more memorable hooks on that joint.

Life is but a beach chair... Oh snap! As I was writing that, guess what song came on!?!?!  Jeez

Wiz Khalifa did this to me... My Statement, to you, Sucka!

I am a kung fu ninja

Also I am a fuck you nigga

It would be tough to be bigger than my ego

Let alone the size of me though

Too good to ball 

I took it literally when they said that it was a free throw

Mad points!

I'm bout my weed though! 

Mad joints

No tobacco, boy

You wack for it

Real recognize real 

Tell me why you lookin mad foreign

This superduper steez I have I ain't ask for it
But I bet I'm big, and I grabbed more chips

Check the weed that I pass Lauren

Maybe then you'll understand the depths of what I am

And you'll you beg to hug my hand

That's if you're a first time smoker

Goin Bats man meanwhile I am Brahms Stoker

Solving the riddles never laughing at the jokers

Fumigating on the regular

All squares reveal themselves by acting rectangular

Star spangular

But no Banner

Leave the green with me, mild mannered mothafuckas can't relax 

I'm super disaster

My mouth fast, you laugh sayin' your Coupe is faster

I ask who's to be more impressive 

The ass or the master, you bastard!
All you heard is your girl's laughter

Everybody lolkatz on yo azz sir

I can haz wordz

Ab shirt 

With a thick lisp. Subtelty is the mark of a master. Moi
(As is swift kiss)

Emotions are the mark of a bitch

My dreams are to smoke weed and get hella rich on some sand with some women where the weather's like 36
I'm King, you dumb

So tell me what it really is

Who gon' sweat and drop they balls when it's a fever pitch?
That's the reason it's mine and it's not yours
Only so few fortunate have the Force
But I pray you make it to a Porsche, young lord
While me and Life get divorced

How strange

Sitting here in agony

Watching fake wars over heart chords 

As they rage in me

It's just a fantasy

Not something rare for me

How the fuck could you day dream through gym class?

I smile

Kiss this ass

I never really say it

Now I may but, back then then I would never really wake up to shake up another motherfucker's day 

Stuff never really ever mattered

And I always loved the sound of my laughter

So irony gets served on a silver platter

With a sliver of bitter after.

Run away to Africa or something

Stop nigger! Quit frontin'! 

Sit nigga, sip something!

Don't even fuck around and say none of those dumb things

People don't really exist in those countries

But who ever really said that?

Or is this just me...

It's funny how a little boy so bright eyed

Could look like the whole sea is in his soul because he might cry

I want to hug him

Tell him I love him and it's ok little brother, they can't really tell you nothing.

Nah, fuck em 

They ain't talking 'bout nothing

Frontin' muthafuckas frontin'

Don't little kiddo, just win.

Because I love you. It's so weird how hard it is to tell somebody that you love them.

Damn life's so traumatic

Sometimes I can be so dramatic

But no one ever sees it

My seasons seem to remain so static

With practice, and a little pain 

I learned to laugh, and to play

I never really figured out pretending

Creating truth with fake friends isn't quite the same

Discussing with my future self- what was that girl's name?

Dear lord, I'm quite insane

Those folks are quite the same:

"I really like his name"

"D'Oh! he's so like his name"

Hmm The Bear, David

Peace too, all the hatred in the world can burn

Can learn

I want my tears to be mirrors for cancers

I'm a Taurus

She was a dancer, she never ever answers whatever I asked her

So I forgot her; now I'm past her

That's a little story and some lies from my past, sir

Ok, so I've been getting spotty... I admit it!
This is me being less of a chicken and scratching my pox a little.
This is me being slightly appalled at how... disgustingly poor that metaphor was...
It was a dark and stormy night...

Elipses are so good, but for subtely admitting that I don't know what to say all the time, as well as a way to be lazy. Admitting things and being lazy are both very healthy; thus, elippseses are very healthy, maybe even really healthy! As is ranting, I'm sure. Some things are healthy and you wouldn't even imagine it. Calling your parents, for example. I haven't heard my dad's voice in a while...

...

...

I'll replace those elipses when the blue moon eclipses

Not to be specific, but I'm growing something different

And I'd rather not describe the insipidness of the living

9 to 5 numbers and letters

Chill in front of better and better televisions

With a wife to fill in

That gap called a soul.

I'd rather learn a lot

And fuck a hot artist

The kind that knows a lot but will not take part in the hiphop shit I love so much

She thinks it's stupid despite being black

But she loves to fuck

Calls me a stud and throws a D at the end

Its funny the way my brawn and brains blend...

ZOOOMMMMGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (It's cool how I have learned to type my emotions like that)
That was a) off the tippy top of the dizome- free styled b) fun. Welcome back, Me :)  I hadn't written in a few days worth even writing in the first place. Well, in terms of poetry and raps, that is. I think I'll just make a new genre. R & P. Yea, bitch. Raps and poetry. ©R&P bitches. This is not a test

Sometimes you say something and it's like... Ok, that was so good I want the love for that one. So I'm explaining that shit right now. It's kinda like if I were like "so i just built an ipod, let me explain the features"

1. Elipses is two things, sort of. One, a sort of... pause for thought, or to embue some implied meaning. A trailing of sort of a feeling, like, that's all I'm gonna say, but there's more and I know you know what it is so... Secondarily, or primarily, if you're me, which I am... It's to indicate a deletion of text. Kind of like that last bit about trailing off. Example for clarity for you fools:

I like Sarah, she's very attractive. I like the way she walks and the sort of boots she wears.

I like Sarah... the way she walks...

See how it's pretty much the same shit? You can sort of fill in the blanks yourself in the second bit, even if it's not exactly what I was saying, what I did say makes my meaning clear enough.
Good! Linguistics 0.101 complete!

So that whole R&P was about elipses. the duality of it and such. And duality, or the contradiction therein (there's a more elegant word for that, but... fuck remembering things, I'm lazy.) So I said



The kind that knows a lot but will not take part in the hiphop shit I love so much
She thinks it's stupid despite being black
But she loves to fuck
Calls me a stud and throws a D at the end


Its funny the way my brawn and brains blend...

I don't really need to be, like, identical to my bitch. (I know... offensive and unnecessary. It's  a rap song, fuck you :) ) If she doesn't like rap, I'm so cool with that. Plus! not all black people like rap, which seems to be stunning to other races. Yea, it happens. That's word to the seductive melodies of Led Zepplen, I suppose. Plus! who doesn't love to fuck? Come on, now. I need that. Keep it 100% The last two lines are the two illest.
 

• Calls me a stud and throws a d at the end --> stud-d --> study!!! 

• She calls me a stud, and then she throws a D at the end She thinks I'm sexy and puts a D in an (her) end ( y'know... mechanically speaking). She loves to fuck! I love lame jokes lol. You hear the one about the Jewish guy who walked into the bar? well, needless to say, he passed; I'll fill you in on the details later.
• It's funny the way my brawn and brains blend. Ok this one's a doozy! First of all, brawn = stud, brains = d. The brains thing is pretty weak. I know, but it'll make sense in a few sentences. 
• This poem just went from being pretty 'serious' to kinda sexual and witty and playful quite fast. It's funny how I can be so serious and earnest while being playful and having sex on the brain.  
• d = brain because d = dovi = me = my mind = brain. If I seem like a dickhead English philosopher playing assholish mind games, it may be because I am one. 
• if my brain and brawn do blend, that makes study. I mean that in this way:
• My brain + brawn = study. Or more accurately and less poetically, brain and brawn together make for the correct formula for study. If you combine both your body and your mind as much as possible, you will be more successful. I swear, go read a book! while walking ...

 The elipses thing works like this: it has nothing to do with all that ^ It's about... I think that as a pience of punctuation it will soon the elipses will be the new question mark. I don't know why I feel this way, beside my own egotistical will that my own slightly lazy writing habits be vindicated once again (when I was a kid I wondered why things like l8er didn't exist. I should have got a trademark or something...) A lot of ideas get left hanging ... I don't bother tying them up because I know you'll get it and save me the energy of that extra expression. Thanks for having my back, and I promise as long as you're my big homie, I'll never ellipse you. I may make you some Elipton chicken noodle soup though. You can figure out what the fuck that means for both of us...

Hmmm...

If People Could Be Slam Dunks, She'd Be A 3 Pointer

So I took a week off. Fuck you!

No, not fuck you, that was a joke, but seriously, though, I have a hard time with people that don't relax. S chill out. Plus, I know you don't even exist yet, so it was really only a wait on my end: when will I be able to read whatever new and riveting post my online altered ego puts up !?!?!?! THE SUSPENSE! Like waiting on the world to change, or for a new John Mayer album. Or pretty much anything else which may or may not happen that you vaguely give a fuck about.

The less you care, the less you get bothered. No disappointment has ever occurred to someone who didn't care. Apathy is neutrality, whatever the opposite of apathy is must therefore be everything on either side of 0. I guess it's kinda like how black and white are opposites, and white is the purity of colour, and black is a big mix of every single colour possible. When you look at my face, what do you see?

Ok, so I know you're waiting for some sort of point. Some cohesive phrase to turn this from rambling to rumbling, and then hopefully a recap at the end to turn that rumbling into... mumbling? I dunno! Ok well the point is this: chill more often. I take breaks from literally everything. I eat very healthily, so sometimes I pig out on trash, just so that I can see the other side. I try to keep my weekends as relaxed as possible. The week is fuckin stressful enough as it is, and it begins tomorrow! Oh no! Better take a nap and try to recover. Even avoiding this lil blog of ours (mine) was my way of keeping it fresh. No one really cares about some lame that sits online posting every single thing they ever think! Gotta live! Gotta refine those thoughts! Gotta figure out if you really even think that way anymore. I did a post a looooong time ago (like, 42 posts back or something) about boys and girls' behaviour. Boys, please be, for the most part, boys, and girls, stay doing what your doing in that kitchen! (Or office, bedroom, subway, gym, washroom, hospital, heaven, New Jersey (although I do have to, as a good and honest man, advise you to stop whatever you're doing in Jersey, unless that involves running, cabbing, flying, fuckin swimming the hell out of there! If you're in a meeting right now your excuse is that you have are secretly Wonderwoman and that you have just received a telekinetic message from Professor X. Anyone who sees what's wrong with that statement is probably infatuated with your female-ness enough that they will just faint the second you say that. It'll be funny.) I kinda wrote it wrong, but I won't change it because the thoughts behind that post are still good. I agree with what I wrote, just not with what I wrote. See?

Now go figure out what you agree with! See you in a week :)

Woke up and read some ancient wisdumbs. Made nice with the big homie Julian whom I kinda screamed on last night. It's all good. Eating oatmeal sweetened with honey (2010 food of the year! Looking strong for Hall of Dovi status) and a dollop of not-frozen freezer raspberries. Listening to I Need You. Alicia Keys, I do not even know you, but between you're sexy sexy sexy and your songs and your attitude I could see us having a very happy future. I'll even help you write your music!

I love the instrumental in that joint, I Need You. And the melody of the chorus- just the way it sounds.  

North needs South, East needs West and no needs yes, yes, yes.

How could you look me in my eye, and not what- what I feel inside

So I'm just gonna keep doin what I'm doin: Chess till noon, gym till 1, life till 9. Sleep at 11, rinse, repeat. Nice!

Hope you're having an equally perfect day. Even though that's kind of an absurd way to say that...

It's sometimes neat to get a glance of someone's life, I think. "I wonder what Dovi's doing." Well, I do things in a very, very, decidedly Dovi way, I'd say.

At the moment I'm listening to John Mayer tunes whistfully (Just saay sooooo! *guitar guitar guitarrrrr*) and planning the end of the beginning. I'm done being a kid, and my room is messy. Under my mess are things like... two skinny buddhas, books ranging from Don Quixote to Dracula to Eat Pray Love to The Holy Qu'uran.  I've a bench and a crappy TD Bank sofa and a set of speakers. But a mess brings the mind back virtually 12 years. I'm not a kid any more.

Well, I'm still totally a kid, but you know what I mean!

I'm building this play list with mad old music- John Mayer, John Legend, Kanye, Police (By mad old I really just mean old shit I haven't listened to in a while. Stuff of yore.) as well as new- JCole, Jay Elec, Kanye... I haven't designed the whole plan yet, but that's happening!

I'm dragging the desk I stole from some sidewalk a long time ago up into my room where it will become my first ever work space. Jeez!

I'm sweeping, I'm mopping, I'm dancing, I'm typing, I'm fine tuning that playlist- Wiz Khalifa and JM apparently don't play good together. I guess Wiz keeps getting the daughters a little too high for John's taste...

Also I'm tweaking my chess game. Recently regular stuff has been frustrating me. Simple yet elusive concepts like how to proceed out of a certain winning situation, or how to deal with 1. D5

See what I want so much should never hurt so bad...

Yea, G! Tomorrow I'm waking up in a whole new scene. Bawse!

Hello, Goodmorning

Maaaaan this sucks!

I am broke as fuck (for now)

How these hoes gonna fuck? (Just don't tell em, act right now)

Only one joint rolling? How boring!

Mommy I'm a real tall glass

Poor in this game

Marksmanship's amazing yo!

I score!

High score would have been her friend

But I hate clubs 

I just want to motherfuckin leave here, man

Damn ... shit is blurry

Fuck everybody in the world 

I am getting in this cab in a hurry

Nah she ain't comin no more

She ain't deserving

Fuck it I'm gone

And she's lame

We need Mr. Irving

I ain't balling, sorry darling

She lookin for a rebounder all I want is a paper plane

If I were richer I'd just bring us both to Doctor J
But I ain't

So I just went to Mickey D's 

Where I hate

That's where I ate

She told me I'm a dick and I can go to hell

I only laughed

I think it's obvious I'm on my way
Hey!

So I just put an adult sign on my blog. Little Dove is a big, big boy, and sometimes I see pictures of a naked woman or something, or I like to use bad words or some shit like this, and I always feel like adults are treated so much like fuckin tall, fat children these days. Don't be so offended! I also read that in GQ last night ( I had to cop the Muhammad Ali cover. I had to.)  so don't let me look like I invented this complaint. I also do not remember any time in my past, watching the internet grow and evolve, being stumped by the "Yes, I am over 18" button. It's really more of a fashion statement than anything. I'd like to have grown up relationships, and it's best if you know that off the bat, as opposed to emailing me some hatred as if I had tricked someone into reading some bad words, or looking at what I legitimately only found to be a great photo. Not that that's happened, or that either of my followers is going to complain, but I like to pretend I'm the most famous person ever sometimes just to stay humble (and ironic)

Further, I admit that I'm dumb at computers. Like, I can figure anything out, just expect things to take a minute. I am still working on designs and styles of writing and all these things. Again, I am talking to myself in this. I want to make such a cool blog that I can look at when I'm like 50 like 'good thing I skipped philosophy class to write that...' S'all good, baby! I haven't looked into how to just paste a media player into my posts yet, so it'll be annoying-ass links for a while. Sorry! :)

I originally was just gonna house my raps here, but fuck that. I'm too interesting to stop at just raps. Poems and opinions and pictures and sounds and mind bites!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, also, fyi I'm a very quiet guy. Like, if all my homies were to hop on this, I'm sure I'd be a bit surprising. I never chimed in on Kanye's shit cuz I felt like that wasn't my business. I won't now because that would be so dated, but the point is, I will now. Here. If I seem a little excessive or weird with my thoughts sometimes, it's because I talk to myself a lot, and I and I have tend to come to some pretty developed conclusions about shit. Just pretend that I'm actually a guy with 150+ iq who kinda knows what he's on about, and I promise to treat you like my bottom. (that was a joke on a couple levels. You'll also find that I tuck my tongue in my cheek a lot, and be putting in bad/black people grammar in places and brackets to cosign my own jokes. That's because people just don't get it, and I would hate to make a joke and have people veer off the side of the road with the shit. I'm not the Joker, but people tend to go crazy of my jokes.)

I am very very very fucking excited for...

• Wiz Khalifa's Rolling Papers
• I tend to listen to a lot of the summer music in the winter, and vice versa. I have been about Khalifa since maybe September, then I slept on him till around November. He's dope. Period. I never really jump on a trend in public, but when I'm alone in my head, I do like to rep the Taylor Gang. "Kush & Orange Juice be the components!"
• Lupe's Lasers
• Nuff said. Show goes on :) 
• Fucking buy that album. Twice. Three times if you get a raise soon.
• Dre's 'Detox'
• Note the quotation marks. I feel like I trust the tooth fairy with that $12.75 she owes me than I do with Dre releasing this thing. Felt the same way since like 2003. It's weird how Lupe got pushed back and folks flipped, but Dre has been refusing (sic) to drop this bitch for years. I get pushing it back a year. Or even two if you're low on the totem pole (see: JCole) but this is fuckin Dre. If this were dropping, it fuckin would have by now.
• That said: I can't afford kush, but I'll buy the album. With my tooth fairy dollars, obvi!
• Speaking of obvi: The summer time! :) Word to short shorts and shirt optional weather!
• J Cole
• Who dat, who dat?
• Bitch, he got that flame!
• The next line in the song I'm quoting is so stupid... "don't worry 'bout my motherfuckin name" DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT SHIT. REMEMBER J COLE!!!
• Fleet Foxes
• Last summer these dudes were the shit to me. 
• This winter these dudes are the shit to me
• This spring these dudes will be the shit to me.
• I'd say that Fleet Foxes will be like my The Beatles in a few albums. Like, if you allow for the fact that no band/artist can be expected because that's extremely unfair, and the the fact that I am admittedly not even that into The Beatles, you'll nod your head to that. These dudes are amazing and I expect only good things from these guys. Also, I recommend that you look up 'hyperbole' if you don't already know.
• Mumford and Sons
• Hell yea! 
• I have no idea when these guys will drop again, nor have I even looked. Similarly, I know that Cold War Kids have a new album out that I have zero idea about. But I love 'em both! And I will probably love both these band's new joints. I'm just not there yet in my life. Give me a moment
• Kanye
• Watch the Throne?
• Whatever he's dropping in the summer? (read: October)
• My question is, when 3/5 of your albums are in my top ten list, and one of them I listen to religiously when I'm sad, depressed or anything like that, what can you be expected to do? Dude climbed to the top, sat there, got knocked off, built a higher, sturdier platform, and is now sitting up there with Jay-Z, shitting on haters. That's what WtT is. Two rappers who really don't have to do this doing it just to remind the world that they're the best. Which they certainly are. But Ye has already promised another release. Maybe it'll be a bit like MBDTFWAFWFW: Volume 2. Maybe he secretly made Good Ass Job and is just gonna throw it out there. Who knows, either way, I'm excited as fuck!
• Florence and the Machine
• Same as Mumford and CWK. But I'm fuckin in love with her. Wikipedia tells me very unoptomistic things about her upcoming album, so I'm just gonna keep my trap shut. But if you know Florence personally for some reason, you can go ahead and tell her she's my favourite. She's not, but I want her to think she is, you see, cuz I'm playa like that.
• Big Sean
• That's my nigga! Like I listen to dude and feel like I know him and we talk shit together. 
• We fuckin dont, though, so I'll just sit around and wait till Finally Famous drops. 
• I always think of Big Sean as the Ma$e of G.O.O.D Music, which is pretty badass
• Me!
• Nah, I intend to record some stuff and I'll post it here, if only for historical value.
• Dre
• Seriously, though, release the fuckin music! I promise to pay for it!!!*
• *Sike
• Rick Ross
• I have no idea when he'll do it again, but the strength of BMF alone made me a life long fan of everybody's favou rite bawse / CO (that was a little joke, voila!)
• I went back and listened to Deeper Than Rap after spending the summer of 2010 not being a star, and I realize why I only really started to fuck with Ross over this album: he's improved. Fat boy gained weight! I see dude fucking with Diddy now, which.... meh. So long as no one is trying to make him The Notorious Rozé I am willing to accept that Ross' business is none of mine till the CDQ's come out. (CD quality tracks that leak online all the time, as opposed to annoying DJ riddled joints that also leak)
• Jay Electronica
• This is the big one for me.
• J cole and J Elec are on similar pages for me because of this: Neither has an album out, and both has massive promise. The difference is, whereas Cole stops at being a truly incredible lyricist and rapper, Elec keeps going. He's a ghetto poet and a dusty foot philosopher (that's word to another of my favourite artists). 
• "In a land before time, a land before alter boys, synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime. Look how far back I go just to start a rhyme..." See what I mean? No one raps like that. I admit that I have studied his steez a lot and respect him greatly for it. Oh, and did I mention that that song features Jay-z? And the Dream? Both being incredible... It's like a philosophical dream about god. Some rappers spaz when they get on tracks with other greats- go listen to any Kanye West feature ever- and it seems to me that J Electronica has the converse effect: I'm not trying to be clever or facetious when I say that this is one of my top Jay tracks for ages. And the complete version isn't even out yet. I could go on for ages about Jay Electronica. From his name to his raps to the way he's been putting out music like a song can be an entire album. I will soon, too, but for now I'll just tell you to go listen to Shiny Suit Theory. 

In summary, I used to want to be with the Roc. That was my dream. Now I want to with Roc Nation. I've literally had that dream. Pie also pops up in my dreams a lot. I eat a lot of pi- you do the math!

You know, I hate that word summary. It just reminds me of birds and berries and short clothes and strolling and smiling for no reason and shit. Also, summary just reminds me that summer is always too short, even when it feels too long.

I Encourage You To Ask Me Personally About The Inspiration For This Joint.

Chillin' out with myself

from way back when. . .

Where's Ren?

Probably spending too much time with Beans again

Oh my, look at the way time flew by. . .

And now I'm an adult.

Adultery!

Strife!

Beautiful women

Sweet sharp knives

Songs about nines

These are the lives of the birds that fly

"Bye"

I said goodbye to myself, looked in the mirror

And smiled.

Here I am with my soul in my eyes

My eyes on the prize

(As well as the lies, all of the liesssss)

I kissed myself

Then I went off and I loved my life

(PRAYER)

Sot Chid Ekam Brahma

My face is always lookin' like
eww salty
like you assaulted a Jew
Nazi
Soup Nazi
It looks like my anger might stew
So Costly
For you but it's worse to torrent if it's worse than boring
to sit around and watch pictures of paint pour in.
No half gay Laurens for you muthafuckas
While me Elaine and Lauren make  a fuckin ruckus
Violins- no nunchucks
Tuckin into bed, my dick is tucked in her head
Little lady graffite
She goes where she's lead
Mental stenographer
Face photographer
fuckin' sexy angry
Thus the names I'm calling her
Mental face. Dumb ass and a timely waist.
My homie told me yo I gotta fight a essay
Dovi told Sheena I gotta write a essay
I write some letters lickity split
That's a fuckin' A
If you're not this good then I suggest you hate
I haven't had a good enough supply of jesters lately.

Big Screen Freestyle

Good morning. Fucking stressful weekend... jeez

Jeeziss

Me slick narcissistic

Oh you don't love me, huh?

You can kiss dick

This dick

I'm a big dick!

How ironic

Take a photo of my face, bitch

How iconic

If we talked one on one I'm sure we'd click

Open up a couple folders

Porno ridden little computer, I suppose I'm sick

Bare lesbians!

Ask if I'm older than you, and I'm probably not

But I probably talk like I calmly walk

6 feet tall plus a little bit a change

Among my heroes and little gods are Lebron and Wade

The Heat been favourite team for ages! And Bronbron would be my nigga if he wasn't so famous...

Or cause I wasn't more famous, and I don't have a cousin or famous bitch.

Sitting at home, little screen for big games and

My full name is four letters, two phones, one face and

if I seem godly, It's because I'm from outer space biiiiitch!

It was a dark and stormy life

Hate fell like torrents

I'm by myself downloading torrents

I'm lost in the wood

The tree in the forest

Shhh maybe you'll hear me from afar

The laughter of innocence

(I'd love to be King Babar)

Don't! Don't fuckin do it!

Stop! You're so fuckin stupid!

They say a brilliant mind polices itself

Damn black niggas get it I'm beating myself!

Mommy told me relax, it's all bad karma

Kanye said after a bad week, get a happy massage

That girl has such soft hands, but I ain't fixin to call her so

I'll do neither yo!

Chillin' ain't the same

A few less real folks saying less real things

Losers

Ain't no niggas on this side of the ring!

I was so happy relaxing with my dudes from the Phillipines

Blowing smoke rings

He showed me the bitches he had

Fat tits

No one hating on Asians...

I ain't speak their language but when I nod they nod and that's yes to no anguish

Even after all my logic and theory

I add a muthafucka so you ignant niggas hear me

Zealots.... fools are so fuckin foolish sometimes. And a real, real smart guy once made a good-ass point: It's way way more dumbasses than intellects around here. That's a real shame...

 But!

A moron once told me when in Rome, do as the Romans do

Well I'm not a moron

Nor am I a damn Roman either

But fuck it, 

I deleted mad folks of facebook yesterday

And you, Brutus

I'm finna be Ceaser

She told me that she loved me

I told her I ain't need her

Finna get gold leaf

But I will never feed her

Opportunity plus a mountain of whatever should have only ever been a hill equal greed

I was only ever here for three reasons

I already busted in this bitch

I seen shit, so now it's time for me to stomp this out!

Quite thorough like a remix with all the original verses

Plus a new one

Sitting, listening to the Fugees

Thinking of switching to Brand Nubian

So sincere

Laughing at the past when folks said Dovi's weird

Nodding my head to the beat tings

And all the clever turns of phrase I learned to say at the turn of the Dovi Age

Oh I'm weird, well that's clear 

Maybe we should be best friends- y'all faggots all queer!

Hit up a dictionary, better yet: a thesaurus

Before you come for us to bore us

Talking that bogus

"I need to know" shit

Relax, god, smoke some weed then fuck off go find your focus!

Bed time- no kiss

I stay kidding around

But I ain't never been no kid.

A woman once told me I was way too intense

I told her that she'd be too if she couldn't pay rent

She gave me such an odd look...

But you're only 10

'And a half!'

See? I stay laughing at the past

A million people in my soil
Screamin on me SCREAMIN ON ME
Telling me old bullshit and lies to kill me
For no reason, only to kill my shit
Got me swingin my hair
Very Willow Smith
Young legend
Some peasants near my crown
What a shame I can't just tell them to lie down...
It's ok fool,
Go die now
"I'm looking for my friend I really need to find out..."

Emotions run deep.
Deep in a cavern where the stargazers and the moles meet.

I DO NOT LIKE STUPID PEOPLE!

GO READ A BOOK WITH SOME PICTURES AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.

how do we decide who's stupid and who's not? We wait for them to fuckin contradict me on some stupid shit. I tend to not even bother being smart no more. Socratic irony has probably prevented a lot of fights in my life... ( go google that term, dip shit I'm not even gonna put a link) Though I suppose it also bares noting that I'm real real brainsmart.

Also, fuck snobby-ass, overly loquacious, many funky term using, fronting like some kind of smart guy motherfuckers. You know who I'm talkin about. Mister raising his hand to make a comment during a lecture. Miss "actually..." Yea. Free duck tape for your monkey asses- that means stop talking shit or I'll stick a bill up your butt (that's some old news: you suck).

Also!!! You know those people who act like your people, and talk like your people, and smile and joke like they're your people... till they gotta be your people? till you make a light request? Or shit ain't that convenient no more? Yea. You too. fuck you especially. More than anyone else, I hate fakers. I am pretty specific about the way I express myself, so you know when I say I hate fakers, it can only be because I legitimately wish I could just walk around with a cart full of Razzies. If we're not really friends, don't even smile at me, dude. Don't try to hug me or smoke doobies with me or none of that. I really keep my circle of friends mad tight. I was raised where it's better to be alone and chillin than to be surrounded by people but stressing and I won't lie: I been stressing.  Once upon a time, a lil dove flew (bussed) to a new place and on the way picked up Mount Olympus. You can see the world on my face. But I'm done with stupid ass jokes (read: funny people).

Thus! I'm airing out my soul a little bit to practically no one but myself, as per usual. AND I'm deleting people out my life. People I been waited on to chill for weeks that seem to be perpetually busy, folks whose jokes never ever ever made me laugh before, folks that fuckin ask mad dumbass questions of me as if I might give a crap, folks that seem to think it's just cool to be near me, and people who'll still be right there when I look down from Olympus in a couple years. This isn't like a dramatic event in my life that I'm looking for some kind of emotional response on. It's just... middle fingers are often deserved. AND! To be pretty fair, I am so straight up: Let's say you happen to read this and come to me like "yo good post blazayblah" and you are one of the aforementioned lewzers, well... I might fuck your whole day up. Your bad! "Damn... you're bad!"

Hey, I still love you though! When you want to kiss the right cheek, all you gotta do is ask me politelly to bend over

De Nada (Learned those words from Dora!)

Would you say you come from nothing?

Yea me too

I get the feeling a lot of us have had to eat poo

But don't talk shit unless you weak, dude

In which case do what you wanna

While I'm getting blown and getting blowed I'll be blowin clouds of jarimuana

Getting smoked in the face probly sucks

So as you hate

And masturbate

I'ma remain great.

And masturbate.

I'm actually laughing as I write this

Currently on my grind

Soon enough I'ma light piff

In an hour

Tell me how fuckin long it takes you to shower

Just got back from the gym

Peep how many eggs I devour

Several

And I lovvvvvvvve food

Thank god for edibles!

Anyway,  had a topic

But I forgot it, already...

Plus a hot thing to say

But it was so hot that I dropped it already

Umm...

How awkward...

Anyway....

Dude never fuckin say "how awkward" or "this is awkward" around me. Unless you are really a complete tool, you must realize that that's some  extra awkward-ass shit to say. K? Instead say...
anything. at all. anything.


I also love unwarranted advice. That's why I give it. "Yo I was just thinking: the following annoys the hell out of me..." "Oh, word? that annoys people? K, let me put my pants back on real quick!"


See how that works?

When A Good Idea Gets Found By A Terrible, Terrible Person

All of the Lights

Turn on some sluts in here baby!
Extra loud I want y'all to hear this
Turn on some sluts in here baby
You know what I mean, want you to see all the tits
Want you to meet all of the sluts!

Fast sluts! Horny sluts!
All of the sluts! All of the sluts!
Until it`s playboy everywhere we are
All of the sluts

If you want head you can get it if you ask really nice
If you want head you can get it if you ask really nice

Fucking thong
I hold my head
Micheals gone
He's off to bed
It's me and her
And both her tits
I'm pretty sure if we don't fuck
she might throw a fit
I put my hands
on her derriere
Dropping bucks
On the cab fare
We on our way
To underneath the sheets
What a fuckin way to begin the freakin week!

THE SLUTS!
Hot sluts, fat sluts, tall sluts, bold sluts, mean sluts
ALL OF THE SLUTS ALL OF THE SLUTS!
Ass up, makeup
Hands up, wake up
Jagerbomb
ALL OF THE SLUTS

Turn on some sluts in here baby
Extra loud I want y'all to hear this
Turn on some sluts in here baby
You know what I mean want you to see everything
Want you to meet all of the sluts!

Come here bitch
That's how I court her
Her bestie, best friend, bff hate me in that order
She's rude to me, and bad at cookin'
She gettin' nice, and she good at lookin'
I know she mine
But she get compliments
As do I so she gets nuts like a fuckin bitch
We need to fight
Or so it seem
And so she tells me like boss that I should fuckin' leave

THE SLUTS!
Hot sluts, fat sluts, tall sluts, bold sluts, mean sluts
ALL OF THE SLUTS ALL OF THE SLUTS
Ass up, make up
Hands up, wake up
Jagerbomb
ALL OF THE SLUTS
Turn on some sluts in here baby
Extra loud I want y`all to hear this
Turn on some sluts in here baby
You know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to meet all of the sluts!

That chick is fine, homie! Gotta go and let her know. Yea
Get a ride, homie! Dunno how y`all gettin home
That chick is fine, homie! Gotta go and let her know. Yea
Get a ride, homie! Dunno how y`all gettin home

Fuckin lonely nights
By myself I cried
Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind?
Got with my girls then stood up in this line
Okay, okay you know we going all the way this time
We goin all the way this time
We goin all the way this time
We goin all the way this time

We goin all the way this time

We're going all the way this time

Turn on some sluts in here baby
Extra loud I want y`all to hear this
Turn on some sluts in here baby
You know what I mean, want you to see all the tits
Want you to meet all of the sluts!

Hot daaaamn
Hot daaaaammn
I tried to text you but my phone was dead
Hot damn daaaamn
I tried to text you but my phone was dead
Hot daaamn
Hot daaaaaaaamn
I tried to tag you but I forgot your name
Hot daaamn
Hot daaaaaaamn
I tried to tag you but I forgot your name
Hot daaamn

I'm a netbook baller user. Lil white Samsung is what I'm on right now, though it's getting a little old. Dunno what I'll upgrade to, or when.... Jeez, typically I'd already have that picked out. I been slipping off my extracurricular knowledge game. that's bad. Not offensive though, but we'll get to that.

I was just considering if it would be worth downloading Photoshop onto this lil bitch. It's not. All the hastle of finding a good download, waiting on it, opening it, just to have Sammy become slower than folks that don't get slackstick humour... Gawsh. Instead, I'll look to the 'net for a reasonable facsimile.

See, I am a lover of good things. Good wine, good jokes, good lovin, good ideas. Pebble had a good-ass idea- or, to be more specific, a G.O.O.D- asinine idea- last night, and I have kinda ran with

ALL OF THE SLUTS

Now I love it. Yea. You find me offensive? I find you offensive for finding me offensive. 

I often snear at spoofs/satires, mainly because they tend to suck... though some are dope... Right now I'm all about that Wiz Khalifa- Burn After Reading, so use this joint as an example. In my case, however, be excited for... a complete and utter rip off of some Fergie song that features, like... everyone else... 

Cuz we love hot sluts, fat sluts, tall sluts, bold sluts, mean sluts... etc :) 

(That's not to discount the rest of female-kind, btw...  sluts are just sluts, yo!)

She Told Me To Call This One: The Spot, and I fucks with it!

Mo money mo money
We gettin our cake up
Wake up on vacation with bitches- no makeup in
Jamaica, South of France
I'm pullin South her pants as she's pullin South her friend!
The whole chick!
We classless we want the plane!
The whole whip!
Fuck a hospital bed we so fly we'll buy the whole wing!
Congrats on getting pregnant lil mamma!
Fuck his father
I love it when you call me big poppa!
Doin it big, livin proper
Bring in many dollars.
You live life like a porn star, I'll live like a rasta
Fuck the whole model
Watch her roll what she crushed
She's my fuckin' roll model
Chai tea and rooibois in my cup
Stylish as fuckin a VS model in a LV trunk
Huh?

I love your laughter. The way you laugh and how you look when you laugh. Out loud, sometimes, even. You can tell I'm a little bit shy to make jokes but I do cuz sometimes you laugh, which makes me smile. Out loud! And my jokes be mad weird and hesitate, so you look at me compellingly like

WE DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY!

She Calls This One... THINK BIG GET CASH

They say it's lonely on the top

Nah

I got good ass eyesight

Lookin down every single top

But is she single? 

Probly not

I seen the bruise on her finger I should probly stop!

But I don't give my middle finger

Holy God! 

Someone pray!

Dovi's in the building 

Fixin to stay

Fuck yo windows and yo pain

I'm feelin to stain

All of the glass with my bomb-ass slang

Scream in a face, gettin' excellent face

Please bring God and bring your dogs

I will spin your god and leave all your bitches wide awake

"Masha'allah'

Oh my god!

So Dovi is a dove huh?

Peace be upon him

"Somebody tell me why he's yawning"

"That's my wife!"

Tell me why she's fawning me

Pushing my buttons like some pawns

Kings don't move much I'm up on my thrown

Lookin' at your bra!

Gawsh!

So Dovi means bear huh?

Watch your fuckin pick-a-nick baskets

Shit ain't fair, bruh!

Big brain in my hair huh?

If you're in the forest, shit gets Blair

I got magic in my prayers

Terrorizing muthafuckas hiding behind the bushes

Slappin bitches' tushes

I am Venom-us 

Black as night, tell us what the fuck you could do to us?

Stupid...

Black Bear, black bear with some white wings, gold halo

And a whole bunch of other things

Sword of shards of the diamonds that fell on the floor when planet Earth got formed

Crown of the hearts and souls of the righteous men from old wars who fell, but not before they made a oath:

"Those who fear are the ones who go"

So quoth the wise man who gripped my hand and wouldn't let go

"We'll put our wise words inside your mind Dov'"
I known!

Fly and muthafuckin rugged

I don't mind if you hate it cuz to me you ain't nothin

Unless you lovin'

And

If I ain't bird or a bear, that's fair I'm

The muthafuckin maaaaaaaan

 

Here's what I was listening to: Jay Elec and J-Ro- What you Lookin At, the link for which I guess I'll have to make later. Jeez

Off to class. Bye