The Lupe Fiasco Show

sooooo i got the invite to come try out and now i've got all week to wow and impress with my bloggerific abilitizationisms. what i would encourage you to do is to go to the blog and comment on the posts i make. y'know, like y'all do on here. it'd be greatly appreciated.

to make it easier, the two i've posted already:

The Cipher

Bienvenidos!!!



now, go forth!!!!!

outty.

made you look (remix).

definitely one of my all-time favorite remixes. nas, luda, and jada all RIPPED it. i think i wanna collab with someone to this beat, i'm really feeling it right about now. yea, i want a collab for this AND a shwayze beat. but not buzzin. maybe High Together. idk. but yea, check the video out because the dopeness comes threefold.
Enjies!!!

age ain't nothin but a number.

BULL. SHIT.

so the college chick from barnes & noble i mentioned before totally iced me when i mentioned the fact that i'm 17, even though i swear i told her i was in high school when we were talking at the store. i mean, wtf did she think? seriously. what? am i supposed to be some 20-somethin year old senior? 'fuck outta here. that pissed me off. shit like that annoys the hell outta me. that's another reason i can't fucking WAIT to graduate. idk what it is about college, but during that summer between graduation and the first day of college, something in a girl's head clicks and they drop all the dumbass high school bullshit. fuck, that sounds ciche too. or maybe i'm just tired. fuckit. i gotta get the fuck outta here.

nick and norah.

that movie reminds me of how i'm not living my life the way i want it. i'm tired of clayton county, fayette county, and pretty much georgia in general. i feel stifled. there's way too much sameness and it gives me a headache. i'd like to apologize now for sounding so cliche. i know i sound like the typical american teen with all of this "i'm stifled, i need new surroundings" shit, but it's true. which is what i guess they all say, but whatever. i want new surroundings, new mentalities, more open-minded people. everyone's so stuck in their particular narrow minded train of thought i just wanna scream-

and this is where the post gets too cliche and i'm forced to stop.



i'll come back in better spirits. well, i'm not really mad right now, i'm just not sounding completely like myself.

i want some kool-aid.

rubber soul.

so i got in @ 10 last night, but i was TOO cold to make a post. plus my feet were murdering me, and i had my most comfortable shoes on (black/blue nike slip-ins). i enjoyed myself while i was out though. i went to see nick y norah's and it was pretty great. pretty much what i expected it to be. after that i bummed around best buy, played guitar hero for like an hour, then played burn out. that's what i love about best buy: you can stand there and play games for hours and no one cares. wizard. after best buy i bummed over to the atm, added $20 to the mix of 1's and 5's, and made a beeline for party city. i picked up a mask (the black no-face, grim reaper-type deal) for halloween, which is gonna be awesome cuz it's on friday this year. uber-wizard. after party city, my stomach gave me a violent reminder of how hungry i was. headed to zaxby's, demolished a kickin chicken and some fries (which were kinda cold-ish, but the girl at the counter was kinda cute so i didn't feel like giving her any shit for it), and bumped some shwayze as i made my departure. once out, i kinda just stood there. i was tryna decide if i wanted to start heading home or to bum around the pavillion some more.

i decided to bum it.

so i go to barnes & noble (my home away from home), and 2 things happen: 1, find this book that i hadn't read in like a year (Bum Rush the Page, poetry); and 2, i get this cute college chick's number. that's double awesome. fuck you for not agreeing.

after B&N i go to verizon, where i get pissed cuz all the phones in there are better than mine, then i head to wal-mart cuz....well, it's wal mart. on the way over there i put on the grim reaper mask. at one point i stopped in the middle of the street with it (did i mention i had a black hoodie on too?) and just looked at the oncoming traffic. they all slowed down as i walked past. lol i was like "yea, be afraid". i walked into wal mart with the mask on and scared hella people. i'd walk up to someone's basket and pretend to be looking at something and when they'd say "excuse me" i'd look up and they'd jump and i'd just walk past them, slowly. while i was there i did pick up two awesome shirts and another awesome hat (pics at the end of this post). i just happened to be passing by too. i love impulse buying.

ok, after wal-mart.

i walked down the strip to target, scared a group of white people, and then got kicked out by this cop cuz i wouldn't takem y mask off, but not before i got my slushy. NO ONE stops me from getting my slushy. the fuckers...

slushies rule.

after getting kicked out, i figured it was dark enough to head home, so i started walking and that's when it got all pitch black and jeepers creepers-like on the road. i was about halfway home when i sent the previous post and it did NOT get any brighter from there. idk why it was so dark. didn't make sense. almost got hit by a car. thrice. not twice. THRICE. i don't even use that word.

but uh, yea. that was monday...exciting.
anyways, here are the shirts and the hat:

AC/DC hat: awesome


couldn't leave this alone, c'mon.


i came so close to not seeing this one...close call.



pretty successful if you ask me.

got shoes for both of those too, too bueno.

ok, i gotta go do smart people stuff (study)


out.

what the FUCK.

Why the FUCK is highway 54 so fucking dark? I'm walking home from fayetteville and it feels like fucking jeepers creepers is gonna swoop down and brody my ass any second. i should really focus on the road.

out.

#111 - unbreakable.

i don't know if i've mentioned it before, but unbreakable is one of my favorite movies ever. the execution is dead-on, and the last scene is one of the best ever. this movie is really what made me such a fan of both bruce willis and samuel l. jackson.

i slept a lot today. it was perfect. the rain was consistent enough for me to crack my window, lay back on the bed, cut my music on low (low enough to hear the rain mixed in), and pass the FUCK out. truly a thing of beauty. i slept from around 12 to 6, when brittany started texting me. she's such a bum for changing schools. i make sure she knows it too. the bum.

in other news...

i'm retarded. i'm already working on two upcoming mixtapes besides [Almost Famous]. i'm already rolling at a snail's pace when it comes to finishing that. idk what's wrong with me. i must learn how to say no. besides my sophomore tape (The Conspiracy Theories EP), i just finished writing my verse for the intro track to me and young boogie's tape (no title yet). shit's gonna be epic, by the way. whenever it comes out.

bout to go watch unbreakable again, mega-classic.

out.

#110 - what a catch.

i think i'm going to number my posts now. for a while at least. to see how i like it.

new fob song: what a catch, donnie. slow-rolling awesomeness. i really like the lyrics in this one. there was one quote in particular that stood out to me: "they say the captain goes down with the ship. so when the world ends, will god go down with it?" i was like, whoaaah, heavy. that's pretty clever if you ask me. kudos to pete if that was his. probably was, the other members rarely contribute to the band lyrics-wise.

in other news...

people like my music. a lot of people. everyone that's heard it so far has had nothing but positive feedback. that and a hint of surprise, seeing as they had no clue that i was a rapper until that particular moment.

i mean really...que bueno!!!
lol, i can give myself some praise sometimes right? damn skippy.

i got to school late today, missed my daily lunch rendezvous with mi amiga mejor. i hate when that happens. i like being with her. just goodvibes y'know? you know you're comfortable with someone when the silences are no longer awkward. that's the g-r-a-v-y.

i feel like getting high again. not like "bite down" high, but more like "entourage" high. like i wanna just get blown and watch harry potter.

no i'm not an abuser, but i do indulge every once in a while. i only say this because my elevated instances are few and far-between. nowhere near addict status.

el debate.

man, i'm incredibly pissed. i spent an hour and a half dialing and redialing, trying to call in to CNN. all i got out of that was an overheated phone and 2 bars of battery gone. dammit. i had what i was going to say ready too. the debate tonight was pretty heavy, in my opinion. mccain was more aggressive than usual. unfortunately, his rumors didn't quite hold up to obama's facts. i think obama brought his d game tonight. letting mccain ramble belligerently, subsequently making an ass of himself. works for me. anyone ever notice that when mccain was trying to debunk somethin that obama said, obama kinda shook his head and did that "nigga please..." smile? that was classic.

in other news...

i just heard the new kanye tune, Heartless. it's not bad, definitely not the best either. the verses were pretty ass-ish, but the chorus is catchy. sounds nice with the auto-tune too. might make a tone of it. probably shouldn't though. my phone's memory is dangerously low. plus it's already running on fumes after the 90-minute calling tangent i just went on. maybe later.

hm, i really proved my "actor." post true last saturday night. not in a good way though. i may elaborate later, but i doubt it.

going to rest now.

out.

jukebox hero.

with stars in his eyeees!!!

lmao @ the spongebob version:

impatience.

so the stylist told me to come to the shop at 3. showed up at 3. it's 6 now and she still has someone in the chair. it'd be something different if i had just shown up unexpectedly, but she told me to come at 3. who tells someone to come at a certain time if they're just gonna make you wait 3 hours? that's straight buttcheeks man.

CHEEEEEEEEEEKS!!!!!

i NEED.

a street team. i think that's one of the reasons i'm so (relatively) unheard of. i don't have the time to promote myself and that's killin me. i need like 2 or 3 people to really dedicate some time to promoting my music across the superhighway. jeez it'd be so much easier to do this in college. not saying i won't be busy, but i'll have complete control over my time and what i do with it. it's incalculably annoying to demo music to people around here and have them say "you why ain't you signed yet?" or "bruh why i ain't hear this shit before?" etc...

i. need. promotion.
maybe i can draft some people.

actor. (plural where applicable)

i am an actor. the various phases and faces of myself are nothing more than interchangeable masks, donned for the public eye. within each mask lies a facet of myself: sometimes positive, sometimes negative, often indescribable. it is on a rare occasion that you'll find me mask-less, naked to the public. bare-bones truth is scary. i know. i've seen mirrors. i've stood in front of one and, over the course of an hour, witnessed my mind's removal and placement of said masks. though subtle to the naked eye, the mind's eye records dire changes. the likes of doctor jekyll and mr. hyde. i've seen my eyes dim, turning an increasingly darker shade of brown until there was barely a shade's difference between that and black. i've felt the blood rush from the skin below my eyes, darkening to resemble what would appear to be sleep deprivation. though not blatantly obvious, people seem to notice the changes. they notice my dialect go from the typical subpar teenage colloquialisms to the well-versed, rennaisance-like elevated language. i think that my masks are a key part of the reason that i have such a good rapport with so many different kinds of people. i'm many different kinds of people. though i like to claim a subtle case of schizophrenia in public forums, i don't see that as the case at all. "a crazy person doesn't know they're crazy" right? i think so.
and so do i.

lmao.

"kvn....get. the. fuck. over. it."


that was a text message.

i have the best friends.

funk-fried rice.

today started crappy. i overslept again. bad thing to do when you have midterms to fail. fuck.
i get to school just in time for my 3rd period midterm. bright spot: i may have actually passed it. wizard. speaking of wizard, selena gomez's head is disconcertingly large. i'd post a pic, but i'd like to retain the few readers i do have perusing my corner. hm, speaking of corners, i noticed mi primo posted 3 new blogs in a row. cool. they usually prove to be a good read. good deal.

my cousin wants to go to the same college as me. she came over last night to get her hair twisted and it came up in conversation. it was odd because neither one of us had mentioned our college picks to the other before. i guess that just coincides with whatever freaky psycho bond they say we apparently have. w/e. (should've heard my mom, "AWWWW!!!!!!")

idk why, but i've been thinking about Her lately.not in the whole "holy-fuck-dude,-life-sucks-cuz-she-just-refuses-to-return-my-feelings" kind of way, but more like at the base level. like, we don't talk at all. ever. well, i have talked to her scarcely over the past two days, but that was for business. business don't count fool! lol, but yea...just kinda miss the whole friendship thing. i'd call her, but i never know when she's in the mood to talk or not. and i'm not much of a gambler. i do talk to her sibs seldomly though. the younger one more so because one of our classes are in the same area. she used to text me randomly but she just kind of stopped. i just noticed that. interesting. sort of. idk. i'm rambling. testees is premiering and i'm a bit distracted.

stroke of genius: i made fried rice for the first time ever. it was good. all i did was imitate what the hibachi guy at this restaurant did when he was making it in front of us, sans the flamboyant visual effects y acrobatics. the chicken i made for it was good too. prepared just the way hibachi guy did that too. i'm gonna try it a few more times using that method, then i'm going to gradually start tweaking and making it my own. awesome. here's a pic of it (yea, a pic...i was proud of it):

i have this pic idea that i want to come to fruition, but i need the 6 megapixel cam to do it. it's in mi madre's room. bollocks. maybe i should wait until my hair is done to do it. tired of the 'fro pics. if i don't get my hair twisted this weekend i just might cut it. i hate combing it.

i want some cheerios. yep. i wanna cheerio, for sho. chip-chastic cheerio of the honey-nut variety. if there's not enough milk i'm going to be hellaciously pissed. and i never say that word.
okay. moment of truth.


outty 5-stacks.

late night blogjam.

ATTENTION!!! NEW URL: http://UndergroundHero.blogspot.com

"See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad
Never did this before, thats what the virgin said
We've been generally warned, thats what the surgeon says
God talk to me now this is an emergency "
-Kanye West, Bittersweet

yea, that fits right about now...to an extent. (the 'god' part is still in the air)

anyways, to begin with...

Rebekka Guðleifsdóttir is amazing in a ridiculously awesome way.

her photography is awe-inspiring at it's worst. i know it seems like i'm laying it on kind of thick, and i admit that i'm still in discovery mode based on the fact that i only discovered her and her work about 5 hours ago. i guess it's refreshing to see some good photography besides my own, even if hers does make my heavily photoshopped pics seem like nothing special in the least. that just means there's much more progress to be made.

in other news...

jeez, i just remembered seeing one of my friends on picture day. she's ridiculously hot. lol, i remember i asked her out to a concert once last year. she said no, but it was some family thing (it sounded plausible). i think i may ask her out again. just for the sake of her hotness. is that shallow? yea, well i'm a guy. i'm entitled to it every now and again.

in OTHER news...

my phone is homo. i'll have only had it a year on 12/3 and it's already deteriorating. the down button is fail. the scroll wheel is like, on-again/off-again fail, and adding music to it is even more fail. i think it's time for an upgrade. i need to job myself quick so i can get some money. i'm still fiendin' for a voyager, but it's like $300+ since i'm still over a year away from my "new every 2" eligibility. my ace said that they do that on purpose to get more money. i agree.

lastly...

[Almost Famous] is just a few tracks away from being finished, at that point it will be ready for mixing and finally: premier!!! i really hope people like it, but based on the tracks that i've leaked so far i'm not too much worried about it. i hope i didn't just come off as conceited, because i (being my biggest critic) am well aware of the fact that there are a plethora of ways in which i can improve. the tape should be taken as an introduction to the potential greatness that is me. yea, my head got big there, lol.

whelp, that's it...


Outty 5g's.








p.s. hoping people like the new layout, it took forever to find one that i found suitable to my mindstate. there were others, but they didn't make the cut.

ADD. in practice.

i skipped school today. accidentally. i know what you're thinking, and yes. it was an accident. it started early this morning (around 6:30) when my mother came to the door bitching about how i didn't complete all of the chores that i was already 3 days late in completing. needless to say, she implied that i should finish them then, which i began to do, until she left ten minutes later. i abruptly dropped the mop and went back to sleep. i woke up at about 4p.m. whoops!

see? accident. it could happen to anyone. (with a budding sleep addiction)

sometimes i wonder what it is about me that makes me such a likable person. i mean, i'm not some sort of celebrity or anything, nor am i the most well-known by any means. it just seems that i don't get on many peoples' bad sides too often. i could go out on a vainly self-centered limb and say that it's my sheer awesomeness tha- (this is where i lost interest in this post)


hasta.

click.

my head is BANGIN right now. thinking heavily now. hm, i'm thinking that i'm gonna ask ---- out soon. a lot of people are suggesting i do so. then again, they said the same thing about Her when i liked (past-tense isn't concrete. yikes) her and it was obvious that that wasn't gonna be reciprocated in the slightest. of course they're two different people, and no two books are alike (except for reprints, but that's getting too technical). idk...that's something to ponder over music.

besides that, today was cool. only had to go to 1st and 2nd period (cuz they're dickwads and wouldn't sign my sheet). picture day was today and as our midterm in journalism class, we pretty much had to help her run the thing ('her' being the teacher). it wasn't really bad at all, except for the fact that most of the classes i had to pull for pictures were in the stupid trailers. and i had a thermal on. and timberlands. and it was warm out. i was sweaty most of the day. i don't like that much. i did enjoy missing classes though. that's always fun.

hm, all this thinking has got me all Colors-y and that calls for a nap. or sustenance.
ah well...
gotta start on this cd.
haven't had a CD request since 10th grade i think.


asldfkjal;fjlafkkjwlkjflakdveo;avcnaruaowincava;szdbn kj eo.


outty.

hombre del hierro (Iron Man, 'tard.)

i'm watchin it on demand.

for the second time.

y'know how it is on the second go 'round: you just skip around to all the best parts you saw on the first watch. it's like potent awesome.



afterwards i'm gonna go into the living room and make Badd Dancing Part VI

it's been a while.


O=5g's+1

pep rally. in theory.

let's get the obvious out of the way: class of '09 and '10 successfully hosted the, without a doubt, DULLEST "pep rally" the mill has ever seen. i can't believe the freshman and sophomores showed out more. hell, the sophomores actually got banned. they're not even getting pep rallies anymore. that's definitely not the case with us. the way we acted, they're probably dying for us to come back. i could hear myself talking the whole time, not a good sign. that's how quiet it was. you know what's ironic? us, the seniors, have been wanting to have a pep rally with the juniors for the longest right? now, when we finally get it, we just sit there. mr. davis (the most belligerent of all belligerent hardass assistant principals) got pied in the face. twice. now, they got hyped for that, of course, but right after that: *crickets*. they sat down again. lol, it was so horrible it's funny. at least the band, cheerleaders, etc... did well. plus i got some nice pics of mr. davis all pied up. during the second pep rally, i ran up to him after he got pied and said "how's it taste nigga?!" and didn't get in trouble. one of my friends taped it, idk if he got that part though. i'll check youtube later.

mr. davis "how's it taste?!"

if u leave.

this song is right.
MS + MJB = CLASSIC
had it on repeat for like an hour and a half now, still diggin it. ringtoned it too. (o yea, got the phone back).

this go-jam is wayyy better than *shudders* Radio. idk what he was thinking on that one.
he tried too hard to do that swag thing. he had some swanky tracks on luvanmusiq that were right.
my guess? someone gave him some bad advice.
shame.

o.5g.+1