Str8HipHip

Yo, I didn't tell y'all that I'm at a new job, did I? Yeah, so, remember, I've been accepted into the New York Teaching Fellows; but that doesn't start until June. In the meantime, my schedule at CCA was killin' me. When you're an artist, that 11-7 sh-t ain't hittin', feel me? So my homey put me on to a job in East NY, hours 8-4. Still workin' w/the youth who need it most; I'm the site supervisor for an attendance improvement program in a high school. I'm feelin' it, although it ain't get rollin' yet. What I'm feelin' is the hours. So yeah, that's what's goin' on.

I was in City Island, partyin' w/the wife's white friends on New Years. Now she has just as many white friends as I do. So, obviously, the Powers (Mr. and Mrs. Power) are not racist, right?...How can Steve Nash be better than J.Kidd or A.I. when both of them went to the Finals with worse teams that Nash, and both are still maaaad good?...

These lines are some of the best writing from an r&b song in a looong time:

found it lying bare in front of my door (door)
pick it up before my man could see (see)
not that i was trying to hide it from him (him)
calling me just trying to keep the peace
knew who it was from before i opened it
knew what it would say before i read
torn the letter up and threw it all away
with this question burning in my head

That's Mary J. Blige from Ne-Yo's "Do You (Remix)." She sings that sh-t just right too. And eff you if you think I'm soft. Like Steve Harvey said, if you don't know nothin' 'bout no love, you don't know nothin'.

Damn, the Knicks. Damn. Just, damn...

Spammers are MURDERING this myspace sh-t, no?...Yo, I know how to do the "Soulja Boy" now. Representin' that real hip-hop, nahmean?

That was a joke. But yeah, I can do the "Soulja Boy."

I said "if information replaces wisdom, it'll be scary/ we won't follow televisionaries"

like Paris Hilton says, that's hot...Paris Hilton is maaaad racist. And she has like, the sluttiest looking facial situation I've ever seen in my whole life. She just looks like a dirty, slutty, f-cking, slutty-ass slore bucket. Sh-t kinda turns me on, can't front.

Ever see someone you think you might know on the train, but they're far away, and you don't wanna lose your seat, so you try to get there attention just by the force of your cosmic energy, w/o calling out there name b/c you can only see them from the side and you don't wanna embarass yourself, and then you can't get their attention, so you just say f-ck it, you'll see them next time you see them? Yeah, Jason Rosario, I think I saw you on the D Train today. (This aint no gay sh-t, that's my homey, helluva rapper. I see girls too, like that girl w/impossibly gorgeous skin that Cav knows {Indy} who I ran into at Borough Hall one day while I was sweaty and she looked like Cleopatra - aint it always like that? you see beautiful women when you're not at your peak?)

I'm really about to be on some Handwash Harry sh-t w/my boxers, beater, and socks tonight b/c I'm feelin' too lazy to do laundry. And I got a laundry on every floor of my building (yeah, I know, that's that fly sh-t - baaaallin'!). Nah, truth is, I ain't got enuff quarters. But clothes come out cleaner in the handwash, right?

I'm StarPower, and I approve this message.

I'm StarPower, and even on an off-day, I'm a sexy so-and-so.

Oh, hold up, I know where I can get quarters!