Motherfuckers, Look At ME

Ok so I’m gonna have to come quick and correct with some stuff that’s been on my mind. Here goes…

People get scared when they hear the gay word, but when you truly know yourself, you gonna be good. Say for instance you’re watching a porno, right. And, you’re j****** off and s***, and some gay s*** pops up. And you’re like, “Oh, s***!” Either you’re gonna look at that s***, or you’re not gonna look at it and you’re not gonna give a f*** about it. Like, some gay s*** can pop up on me, and I don’t give a f*** about it. I’m like, “Oh, that’s that gay s***. Get that s*** off. Back to the b******.”

But some muthafuckers are in denial. Some dudes are really in denial. They’re like, “What’s that? Ohhhh!” And they hate themselves for that. They’re like, “What’s wrong with me?” You feel me? And these are m************ that’s around us. That’s not saying s***. So, it’s like, I’m a f***** because I’m so not a f*****. I can say I’m a f*****. I can say I’m the gayest b**** on Earth. And I’m so not gay, it’s obvious. I know from my deepest core that I’m very far from gay. So I can say I’m the b**** queen that f**** cows. I’m not.

It’s like, “motherfuckers, look at ME.” I’m that fine m***********. I’m over here dressing beautiful. You feel me? M***********, I been doing this s*** since I was like 15. So it’s not even for attention. I got the best album coming out in hip-hop history. No one’s ever done what I’ve done, bro. I’ve shattered the bar system. I’ve created my own system. I’ve composed my own work.

I need that attention on me. That’s because the attention deserves to be on me. I’m gonna go m************ hard. I’m breaking down these barriers of society. Society says you’re supposed to do this, and you’re supposed to do it this way, you know you’re supposed to look like this. We’re a new generation of people. We need to be happy. We need to love each other. We need to accept each other for who we are and stop judging each other. Live life and love. Stop judging just to keep yourself secure. Look deeper. There’s always something deeper than what it is.

I know what true rap is. I know what undeniable rap is. I know what the critics like. I know what it is because I’m an MC. M************ forget, I’m not a rapper. An MC is for the people. An MC is everything, man. The movements, the expressions. Real, true hip-hop. You gotta know hip-hop to be one.

Man, I made a thousand songs sober. It’s nothing. I got so much music that I’m in alphabetical order now, so that’s where I’m at with it. Everybody gonna have to feel me. I love everybody. I love all the rappers and I wanna f*** with them. I wanna work. M************ hear me saying f*** all these rappers. M************ gonna take offense if they don’t like me. M************ don’t know I listen to everybody. You might not f*** with me but I f*** with you.

Lil B, Gangsta!

You know, it is what it is. Base-ically that’s all there is to it.

Lightning In A Bottle

Just wanna throw this out there real quick:

I love the street documentaries and the mob documentaries, and they be like quick history lessons to me. I see myself as motivation for the hood. I see myself as a motivation for somebody who — you know, a young dude sittin’ in the house whose older sister is 16 with 5 kids, she don’t know none of her baby daddies, so I ain’t gonna say… I may not be a role model, but I most definitely could be motivation for a lot of people in the hoods.

You know, I tell everybody where I’m from, “Getting a million dollars is like getting one tattoo.” So, if you look at me, you already know what’s crackin’. It’s addictive; you need it. You don’t look right with just one. You don’t look right. It ain’t fly. My biggest indulgence — other than food, of course? Other than Italian pastas, the T-bones and the New York strips on a New York strip? It may have to be that smoke for my mind. I love that smoke for my mind, you know? It inspires me. I ain’t gonna say I feel the urge to settle down, but being a bachelor, you go to sleep lonely a lot of nights, even for a Boss. But I ain’t gonna say I’m ready to settle down; that ain’t even a consideration for me yet. You know what I mean? I just suck it up and then in the morning, someone’s available.

Really, I like to write music for fun. That’s my hustle, my grind, my means of stayin’ alive, and it’s also my recreation, too. I’m just proud of the work. I mean, it’s like lightning in a bottle. You know what I’m saying, that’s one of the best ways to describe the new music, the concepts, the ideas — I just put a lot more into it. But two days ago I was in my briefs, in the pool, palm trees, I saw like — not ducks flying over me, but something else. Some other… amphibian… yeah, they be flying over me. Not like a duck or a bird, but something else. Them long-necked things. Geese. Yeah, geese. They look fly when you fly by, you know what I mean?

Sorry, had to go on a tirade and let my inner Rick Ross out for a minute. Ruh!

The Real, Rick Ross

 

The Real Rick Ross?

BertBeat DertDream

Yo, new track! This one’s called “BertBeat DertDream.” The track is self produced and the artwork is adopted from the cover of The BFG. Please enjoy!

Toasts & Trifles

Check out the debut Hennessey On Ice mixtape!

Settling Scores 2

And then there was this little comment blip. I really couldn’t figure out what to do with this jokester ILoveHaters:

Muthafluckas!?

Settling Scores 1

Ok had to settle some shit I just saw on The Boom Blog this morning (R.I.P shout out gunz blaze toward heaven Pauley Boom) but anways check it, and sorry for the misspellings:

consider this my first tirade damnit.

Dread O.S.F.F.

Here’s another freestyle, this guy an old one I recorded about a year ago. It’s over the skeleton of a beat i made that i have since added to, featuring samples of “Dreadlocks In Moonlight” by Lee Scratch Perry. Artwork is adopted, well, more like stolen, from Bob Marley and The Wailers’s “Catch A Fire” album cover.

I will be droppin some freestyles over an expanded version of the beat on my upcoming mixtape “Toasts & Trifles,” and I have an actual song written for the beat… look out for all that ish sometime in the… near.. future.. haha… Hope you like this, though!

Ears Perked Up

Ears – they are a crucial body part for music. Without them we could not listen to music or even put our earbuds in.

Here’s another “freestyle” over Madlib’s “Never Front (Ears Up).” I love the track as it appears on his album Beat Konducta Vol. 6: Dil Withers Suite but I cut it down a bit.

I’m gonna stop putting the quotes around “freestyle” but every time you see the word on this blog from now on you can just assume it’s a few freestyles heavily edited together or some hijinx like that.

Should have some more tracks and a mixtape up on here soon, keep an ear or two perked up for that ish…

RIP Pauley Boom 1982-2011

I am very sad to announce that our dear friend Pauley Boom has passed. He was found last week with a bullet in his head behind the dumpster at Goodfella’s clutching a slice of pizza pie in one hand and a gat in the other.

Pauley is survived by a large network of criminals who reside in the Staten Island area, most of them family members. This includes an unknown amount of children who Pauley created with the help of countless exotic women. Though he was a mere 28 years old when he died, Pauley leaves behind a legacy of epic proportions.

Obviously everyone knows the tale of Pauley by now, but let’s recap. He was a bloodthirsty mob man, a muffthirsty gentleman, and a funthirsty mic-man who was a genuine joy to listen to. And nobody could deny that he wore his love for his nationality, Italiano, on his sleeve.

The first time I heard of Pauley was through my boy Kas Kade, a great former rapper I knew from Trumbull, CT. Kas told me he had this dude from Staten Island at his house who kind of wanted to tear up the mic. I guess this dude Pauley apparently had mad potential, but wasn’t sure if he really wanted to lay it down. He had been a “made man” in the illicit activities scene in Staten Island for awhile and at the time he didn’t see any reason to give that up.

I was intrigued by this character, so I headed to Kas’s crib. As I walked in, Pauley’s gravelly baritone was the first thing I heard. I was immediately awestruck.

A rap newcomer myself, I agreed to drop a verse on the track just to convince him to get on the mic. That night we recorded Pauley’s first track, “Sunrise,” and a star was born. A generous star, too – Pauley was even nice enough to have his assistant to grab us some canolis after the session.

I recognized Pauley’s kinetic presence in the studio, and from that point on I became his manager and lurked in the background while he stole the spotlight with hits like “Hey Girls; Oh Baby” and “I Like to Talk About Myself,” all available on his Myspace.

I came up with the idea of him to write a blog and promote himself to UConn students, as I was just a little bitch student myself back then and thought my peers would like his style. The Boom Blog became the chief instrument in Pauley’s meteoric rise to fame.

Pauley also hooked up with B, a part-time producer and full-time slacker, who he talked shit on all the time but in retrospect made some decent beats. And through my planning and incisive management Pauley came extremely close to opening for 50 Cent at UConn’s Spring Weekend concert and had the entire UConn campus eating out of the palm of his hand. At least that’s how I remember it.

I have been bereaving since I heard the news of Pauley’s passing to the point where I didn’t think I’d even be able to tell all you Pauley Boom heads out there about it. But a few days ago I caught a glimmer of hope. I was at his old apartment in the mob hub of Staten Island searching through his old stuff when I came across a couple things.

One was a lost track that somehow was still on his computer, “I Came Back For More.” It includes the verse Pauley posted in his last post, aka His Last Call Yo which trails off into the only recorded freestyle he ever laid down. It also features drumming by your humble narrator and a guest free from Pauley’s cousin Tommy Kabam, an Englishman. Download the shit here.

The other was a photo that was worn down a little from being stored underneath a pile of panties in his room. The pic was taken outside our favorite strip club, Willimantic’s Ultraviolet, right before a business meeting:

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Pauley and me

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My time with Pauley was filled with strippers, salami, and gratuitous gunfire. I am heartbroken to see him go. He was a truly inspiring human being, and I would be amiss to let his spirit die along with his body, to let it rot alongside that piece of pizza pie I mentioned before. For Pauley’s posterity, I had to make a video for the freestyle track we did using footage of Pauley I found of him goofing off in my basement when he was visiting Connecticut. For good measure I included a bit of our two favorite scenes from what was our mutual top film, “Ghost Dog.”

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But finding “I Came Back For More” made me want to do more than a tribute video for my fallen brother. It made me want to build on the foundation Pauley laid during his illustrious but brief career. His untimely death should be nothing if not a call to arms – a call to write, to freestyle, to maybe even drop a beat or two. From darkness comes light and for every ending there’s a new beginning — and I think just got struck by fucking lightning!

-Henne$$ey on I¢e