KanYE West is BACK.
Matter of fact, this nigga never actually left.
He never changed either, he went through a phase, which every great artist does.
I mean, who wants to stick with the same material and rap about the same shit?
If he did that, if he was still rapping about college, I wouldn't be jamming him. Shit gets old after a while.
He just went through some things 'cause his mom passed away. RIP Donda West.
I'm coppin' the album.  Duh, I mean I'm not finna download the shit as much as I respect the guy.
He can have my $9.00, fuck.
And when Good Ass Job comes out, the masses will be on the man's dick AGAIN.
Mark my fucking words.

I been with Kanye before:
PRE-College Dropout. (When he was producing)
College Dropout.
Late Registration.
Graduation.
808s And Heartbreak.

In this white man's world, we the ones chosen.
BTW, I love that evil narcissistic laugh he does at the end.

This guy doesn't get the fucking recognition he deserves.
Pure creativity, raw talent.

Fuck2dopeboys, and Steve Harvey.

Alright.
This is the deal.
I'm so fucking sick and tired of people
tryna be something they not.
CAN'T everybody rap.
CAN't everybody be a sneakerhead.
And CAN'T everybody be a photographer.

If you haven't been on photography since 2008,
if you don't know the 5 elements of composition,
including a merger or the rule of thirds and
everything else about photojournalism, FUCK YOU.

I have a busted ass point and shoot.
I'm too poor to buy the camera of my dreams
but fuck I got way more potential than these
faggot suckas who's parents buy em' whatever they want.

Can I , Can I,
Save you from you?
Cause you know there's something missin' and that champagne you've been sippin' not suppose to make you different over time. It's starting to feel, like the wrong thing to do.
Cause with all that recognition it gets hard for you to listen to the things that i'mma say to make you mine.
But live girl, have some fun girl we'll be fine.
Trying to convince myself I found one,
Making a mistake I never learn from...

I swear I ALWAYS fall for your type.

When I mean I'm attracted to people of ALL races, I mean it.

(Africans, and black boys)
Black skin is thick and lush,
sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh.
it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford.
What’s not pretty about the color of chocolate, the color of deep mahogany?
What’s not pretty about the color of polished ebony or rich brandy?
there's nothing more refreshing than smooth chocolate skin,
a joyous smile, full lips and sad eyes.

(Filipinos and dope asians)
Fat ass cheeks. Blade razor hair.
Chinky eyes, cut like diamonds. A mean scowl of excitement
It feels like a race that I know I can't win.
What's not pretty about the east orange burn of the sun?
What's not pretty about the yellow tan of a daisy?

(White boys)
Vanilla cream, narrow cheek bones.
Waves ocean galore eyes, my favorite color a piercing blue.
Cold weather makes it white, scorching summer makes em' tan.
:)

Gene'avatar. By Amanda Dihn :)

Livin' Life: Miami from Sid Ashford on Vimeo.


I usually don't share my goodies for the sake of it going mainstream.
But this guy deserves reconition for his work. He's truly a artist.
I look up to him. He's a cool mind, I hope I meet him someday.

http://sidashford.com/

I am a very angry bitch.

I'm a ill tempered broad with no more patience for any bullshit.
School is almost over, thank the lord.
I'm going to New Orleans for two weeks to get my fucking license, finally.
We suppose to be moving, but I never get my hopes too high for anything really.
I don't trust people no more. I try to help people out. Nobody cares.
I try to be the person that will lend a helping hand. But when I need help, no one
ever comes through. Cause no one gives a fuck.

I'm about to stop fucking with all these dumb ass people
and be all about my motherfucking money. It's a shame, but this is
the time we gotta live in. You gotta rob to be rich in 2010.
and since I wanna do right and make money the right way I gotta get a job.
I hate when people call you for interviews and then cancel on you, interview
you when you have an awesome resume and don't call you back.
Or when they don't call at all, but there's a now hiring sign outside.

I'm gonna stop living on people's promises and lies.
Because it hurts way worse when you slowly realize none of that
shit is going to happen. I just wanna take pictures, be in love and maybe if I was in a relationship
or something with somebody I wouldn't be so damn sour about life all the time.
Maybe I wouldn't spend all my nights awake staring at the ceiling if somneone gave me
some attention. I mean fuck, I want somebody to call me and be like, goodnight Gene'a.
I can't lie and say fuck love cause it's stupid. It's really not, it's just the
stuff that comes along with it that makes it so weak. Like when somebody
knows you love em', they'll treat you like shit, cause they know you love em' regardless.
I hate how my mind replays the same shit over and over again and that's why it takes so long to
get over stuff.

Fuck all that role model shit. I'm my own role model.
I don't look up to nobody cause everybody has fucked up one way or another.
I HATE fat hoes and ugly ones too. Like man just hang yourself already.
I mean that shit too. If you a bitch that suck up and fuck anybody GET THE FUCK AWAY
FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I've been considering going back to New Orleans and live with my dad until I graduate.
I don't know, but I've been thinking about it.

A star Bellaire High School basketball player was killed in a car crash Sunday morning after celebrating his senior prom. It happened on South Main near Hillcroft in southwest Houston.

Tobi Oyedeji celebrated his senior prom with his Bellaire High School classmates Saturday night. After the prom, the students went to an after party at Dave n’ Buster’s.

Police said around 6:15 a.m., Oyedeji was driving his sedan southbound on South Main when, for some unknown reason, he lost control and hit a curb in the median just past Hillcroft.

The sedan flew into the opposite lane, striking another car before slamming head-on into an SUV.

The driver in the first car that was car that was hit was not injured. The woman driving the SUV died at the scene. Oyedeji was transported to Ben Taub hospital, where he later died

The northbound lanes on South Main were closed for several hours while HPD investigated.

Oyedeji was committed to play basketball for Texas A&M University after graduation.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?


I'll see you again Michael Tobi Oyedeji. I'll see you again.

Remember when I said I was getting my hair cut like Rihanna's?

Fuck that, I'm getting my hair cut like Kelis. She was the mother of the cut and Rihanna is getting props for it.

Gorgeous isn't it?

Why don't you love me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you love me
When I make me so damn easy to love?
Why don't you need me?
Tell me, baby, why don't you need me
When I make me so damn easy to need?

I got beauty, I got heart.
Keep my head in them books, I'm sharp.
But you don't care to know I'm smart.

I got moves in your bedroom.
Keep you happy with the nasty things I do,
But you don't seem to be in tune.



"Why Don't You Love Me" - Beyoncé from Beyoncé on Vimeo.


Sing it B.

OG clip of the week. OUTKAƧT.