140 Characters Or Less!

Yep, I caved the next day and then proceeded to take over. Follow here.

www.twitter.com/klepone

Prophit – “Legend In My Own Mind” Mixtape

I think that speaks for itself doesn’t it. Download available here. Enjoy!

I’m Out For Presidents To Represent Me!

J.A.M.E.S. Watts – “Dead Presidents” (The Re-fix)

Y’all Have 153 Days Left…Good Luck!

…On The Road To Riches & Championship Rings. Let’s Go Jankees!

So Big, We Ain’t Gotta Respond!

LBJ vs. Kobe…anything else is irrelevant. Let’s Go Knicks! LOL

I Can’t Live And Hold The Camera…

While you were sleeping…

1. This shit is boring. Blogging and Myspace both fell off like Big Mac toppings.

2. Crushing on women is the both the best and worst feeling in the world.

3. There aren’t enough fucking hours in the day.

4. I need a new look/wardrobe. It’s time for a change.

5. I’ve reached my A-rod quota for the winter. I don’t care. I really don’t. Stop fucking up and maybe I’ll start to care again, until then…piss off.

6. Manny gets signed…next day…A-Rod gets injured. See what I mean? Fuck it. Next year?

7. Everybody and their mother is on Twitter now. I can’t seem to find any of my friends, but they’re all talking to each other on twitter. I myself don’t have a twitter but it seems that if I want to continue to have a social life with these fucker who 1. don’t answer texts…yet, answer twitters. 2. Don’t pick up phone calls…yet, answer twitters. 3. Don’t return voicemails…yet, answer twitters. 4. Don’t reply to myspace comments/notes…yet, answer twitters. 5. Can’t have a girlfriend and myspace at the same time…yet, you get the point. Motherfuckers. I don’t want a twitter. It’s just another distraction. Stop forcing my hand (pause).

8. Watchmen was pretty good. If you read graphic novels, enjoy graphic novels and know how they’re written, usually turn out story wise and appreciate that; then you’ll appreciate the movie. If not and you’re expecting some 2009 X-Men/Spiderman/Batman action packed, fighting, good vs. evil, happily every after type of comic book movie…you’ll be disappointed like 90% of the people who went to see it opening night as well.

9. 2 and a half weeks later, almost tired of So Far Gone. But I managed to make believers out of a few. Classic material.

10. I haven’t recorded in about two years. Thats about to change. I’ve written, I’ve brainstormed, just haven’t recorded. It’s been so long that I feel even the people whom I’ve met via the outlet of my music, have forgotten I make music since we’ve probably built a friend > friend relationship as opposed to artist > fan one. Sometimes you need to step away, sit back and watch, get inspired, see whats right, whats wrong, don’t perfect because nothing will ever be perfect but learn from others triumphs and misfortunes…then just blow everybody out the fuckin’ water. I think I’ve done enough spectating, time to get back into the game.

With that said, as with Graffiti…the time has come. When given the choice between Graff and Music, the obvious prevailed. Graff would only get me bagged, bring on unnecessary beef, theres no future in it besides your own personal enjoyment of fucking shit up, no money, no job, no career unless you get all art-fag with it. Or…Make music, build a career, make money, be happy, have fun and stick to the mother fucking script…become one of THE GREAT ONES.

As goes with the blog game. It’s either sit here, blog my life away for your reading pleasures, copy and paste a bunch of shit that you can definitely find on 100 other blogs and twitter, update you on every little thing that happens in the world while you’re out living life…or stick to the mother fucking script…become one of THE GREAT ONES.

I choose the latter. Again.

So to quote a wise Cuban drug dealer from the 90’s.

Fret not, Hip Hop is Deadly-ans. I’m still going to update this shit but just not as much anymore. Maybe on a dead weekend, maybe once a month, maybe once every 5 months. Fuck it. I just don’t give a shit.

I’m not deading it completely tho. Definitely a great marketing tool so I’m still going to post up the new music as it gets turned around from not only your truly but Anthologee, J.A.M.E.S. Watts, Prophit and anyone else I think is blog worthy.

Blogging takes up way too much fucking time, it is way too much high maintenance and I’m not getting paid for this shit. I’m on a computer all fucking day, all fucking night, the last thing I want to do when I get off the computer and get home is get back on this shit and blog away about shit you probably already read with a little bit of my input.

If you really want to know what I think, just ask me on Myspace or whenever I get a twitter, follow it. I’ll update with that bit of information whenever that happens. But for right now…fuck this. Time to put the time and energy back where it belongs…my MUSIC! Enough of quoting everyone elses rhymes…it’s time to quote my own again. Carpe Diem. James, Antholog, Proph…Let’s do this!

“The big picture [has] been focused, now I’m trying to snapshot.” – Me.

If you have beats, hit me on the myspace.

Til the next update…I’m out. One!

Ps. Y’all got 27 days left…Good Luck!

God Bless His Soul, Rest In Peace Kid!

The Notorious B.I.G. – “Sky’s The Limit”

First time I saw this, shit hit the heart. Always missed. The Greatest!

Buy My Shit…Please?

C’mon people. I really need to get rid of my entire closet.

Just re-up’d some more stuff on ISS. Couple kicks, couple hoodies, couple shirts. None of which I rock anymore or ever did. Check them out.

Clothes (L-XL) | Kicks (9-9.5)

I’m More Coldplay Than I Am Ice T.

Murs – “The Pain”

…cause thats just how I’m feeling. Hiatus time?

Sony’s Brand New Stupid Piece Of Shit…

LMAO. Hillarious! Thanks Jeff.

Made Me Everything I Am…

Smooth Da Hustler & Trigger The Gambler – “Broken Language”

So someone recently requested me on Myspace with the note “after reading your blog im wondering as to what early 90s jams threw you off”. I’m going to assume by “threw you off” he meant were my favorites.

This is probably my favorite 90’s jam of all time. It’s the one that comes to mind whenever I think of the 90’s and that era in time, it takes me right back to my old block and that moment in time.

So here’s 1 of many. I’ll put some more up later. Enjoy!

Hardly Home But Always Reppin’…

You’re hardly on and always second.

Money Talks And Bullshit Runs A Marathon.

So see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya! www.mostvillainous.com

Sometimes It’s Best To Just…

close your eyes and let the music speak to you.
No verbal exchange necessary. Just…listen.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto.

Sankew HipHopIsDeadly. King Gidorah?!