TwitterRantin'

Richmond, VA is cancer to Black folks...Slave trade, lumpkin's jail, Jackson Ward, Fulton Hill, etc. the powers that be have spat on us every chance they got. thats why i hate these happy go lucky niggas in #RVA. niggas in my city have just taken so much abuse. #RVA. Jackson Ward was once known as "The Harlem of The South" . So they put an Interstate through that bitch! niggas was TOO broke in Fulton, so the Federal Gov't tore the WHOLE neighborhood down! Niggas was TOO FREE in Africa, so they brought them to Richmond, and sold they asses! Lumpkin's Jail was where they kept trapped niggas until they could be sold. and they throw up parking lots on slave burial grounds. #VCUshit. lets not even speak on Mass Resistance and "White Flight". We still dealing with the leftovers from that ish... #RVA. You still can see the cobblestones my people layed all over this city. its a fucking shame. i fucking hate the thought of cobblestones. and even with all that stated, I'm not racist. I have more of a problem with dumb niggas than i do with dumb whiteys. my girlfriend and my lightskinned friends deal with all that shit from whiteys. not me. i guess they are scared by a 6'1 300-sumin nigga. never been called out of my name, to my face, by anyone but the brothers. damn. i take that back. Cops. The most racist bastards on the face of the Earth work for the Richmond Police Dept. Black and White. Those fuckers think all Black men are up to no good. Seriously. ...and if you follow me, and know someone or are related to someone in the Richmond Police...fuck you too. Death 2 All. #sux4you. my main point to niggas in Richmond, is WAKEUP! stop running to Short Pump and spend some of those dollars where it matter. i hate to see wealthy negros in my city turn they nose up at niggas like me, who live in the pj's. Fuck you motherfuckers. u know who u are. i see it all over the city. Richmond is a cesspool of contempt, all aimed at niggas. be part of the solution, not the problem... i see the happy go lucky niggas now, reading my tweets...like. @Sleaze dont know shit. he just mad. u gotdamned right! Wake Up black people. Wake up. and i'm through... twitter rant complete.

Remember when...

Wow. I love the way cats is throwing shots at me. From deep too. I ain't gone let it bring me down tho. Shit is wild how people put on a role for others that don't know em. SMH. I've been reduced to "some other cat I don't remember". LOL. I always thought this guy was a character.

It's cool tho. I'm past that whatever, whatever. No ill will homie. Do whatever you feel you gotta do to gain your notoriety. Ima just be me like I've always been. Win. Lose. Or Draw.

Juslisen...

Get ready!!

Silent Films by Elijah

My man Elijah created a pair of digital shorts using a beat of mines as well as one of OhBliv's. E you getting nasty with the vids!

Deep Thoughts from a rapper guy

why i gotta be so fucking jealous. I want what they get. I put a lil chunk of my soul into everything I do. I don't half ass it. So when I do shit that gets overlooked, I feel like a fool. I ask myself, "Sleaze, why do you do this or do that if people keep proving that they don't care?" And I say to myself, "Because what else can I do?" I don't get this shit I really don't. Everyday I pray and ask for a stronger heart, more determination, more will, clarity of sight, and a host of other qualities foreign to me. Cuz as it stands, i'm so fucking weak. I hate that I can't see any of the good things people think about me. I only see the negative within myself and others. I think years of depending on no one has kind of got me at a point where I'm this desperate loner, detached from his surroundings, clouded by his own convoluted dreams and superficial aspirations. All my life, I've wanted more than anyone was willing to give. More from myself than I was able to produce. More from my associates whom I considered friends, who viewed me as way less. Deep down in my soul is a little boy, shy, relentless, ambitious and mischievous, intelligent and unfocused, searching for a playmate. hmmmm. deep thoughts from a rapper guy. but am i just a rapper? am i only what the world sees me as or am i much more? in the grand scheme of things i am no one, who has accomplished nothing. but in my own mind construct i am a towering giant of wisdom, intelligence, kindness and creativity. I'm starting to believe the former may be more true than the latter. Either way, i feel as though what i'm reaching for will forever be out of my grasp. but not because the goal is unattainable, it will be because the prize seems much larger in my head than it really is. The rose-colored glasses through which i view the world are slowly breaking away, revealing a much more sinister and lonely existence. I think I'm too forthcoming, too trusting, too naive to see that my vision is shared by no one. I hate being the outcast I've been my whole life, yet circumstance keeps me in that position. Does this make sense? Probably not, but that just goes to explain how complex my situation is. I struggle with this everyday. It is as much a part of me as the music i create. And its weighing so heavy on my conscious that I can't breathe sometimes. I can't breathe. I can't deal. The realization that I may never be what I want to be....

Rate Me, Baby!

I recently took a Jung Personality test for school. Here are my results!

INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.

Free Jung Word Test (similar to Myers-Briggs)
personality tests by similarminds.com

Summer Fresh up on KevinNottingham.com!

Can't even lie...that's a good look! Thanks to Kevin & Sean & all the Nottinghammers over at Kevin Nottingham.

Peep the post: Albums Worth Checking
Get the album: Summer Fresh

Ocular Penetration Restriction Act of 2007

Classic!

I was more than a friend.

You ever had this lingering feeling about someone you used to deal with. The pain of knowing you gave more of yourself to someone than they ever gave you is a tough thing to cope with. The feelings of betrayal you feel for having someone basically jerk you around are unexplainable. I have these feelings about one of my ex-friends. I say ex because I don't feel like I could ever be this person's friend again. I'm the type of dude that tries to be more than a friend to my people. I have 2 or 3 extremely great friends that I feel actually care about my well-being. I mean really care. People that will take steps to make sure me and mines are okay. People that pain when me and my family experience hardship. And me, being someone with very little family, welcome all into my life and into my heart. And it seems like every time I let someone in they show me just how disposable they find me to be.

I feel like I'm an excellent friend. I try and give whatever I have to someone if they need it. I make sure someone eats when they walk in my door (Nothing is better than a home-cooked meal! NOTHING!). I listen when my friends have problems rather than simply not caring. I honestly feel that no one respects these qualities in me. When I meet new people I'm genuinely interested in them and their experiences.

The Funniest Video in America!

I love this damn video. Probably the funniest shit I ever seen in my LIFE.

Another Day, Another Download

So on the eve of releasing my first mashup in evr, I feel it's only correct to drop a few lines to the blog that started it all. A lot has been going on in my personal life (more than I care to mention) but I'm trying to maintain. Everything is changing for me and I'm cool with that. My mindframe. My goals and aspirations. I've seen the light (so to speak) and I'm not gonna rush anything anymore. All I can do is what I love. What I feel gives me purpose. ya know?

Depression

It's 6:18 in the am and i'm feeling real depressed. This music has me stressing the fuck out. I feel so stagnant. I can't record when i need to. Nobody hits me up for beats to rap on. I don't even think people really listen to my shit. Sad way to be for a musician i know. I feel stuck in my situation, big time. Time is slowly slipping off the clock and i'm still sitting on the bench. I listen to other people's music and just get depressed all over again. I think being poor and shit is def a help toward my hunger, but it also lets me be real. I need more than a few friends telling me my shit is good. i'm sorry. I respect the opinions of others, i live for them. But sometimes i feel people give me alotta lip service. its hard to do this without help. My best friend in this world doesn't even pump my shit so what does that tell ya. All my dreams are gonna end up being crushed. because i want it too bad. The respect. I just want to make a living doing what i love. i wanna be able to tell my kids that i made my own path. That i didn't settle for no. but in this young man's game, i'm looking like an old-timer and my days are numbered. I'll be 28 on my birthday. And other than breathing, i really haven't accomplished much. Most of my ex-classmates are buying nice cars and homes. All i can brag about is a bunch of empty downloads. Lord help me.

Umma Do Me (c)Rocko

So fuck u.

The Ten Thousand Rupees Mix!!

Ok...so my latest mixtape The Ocarina of Rhyme is doing pretty damn well. I uploaded on March 17 and it is about 500 d'loads away from 10,000!! WOW right? So I decided to give the people another taste of Sleaze's Hyrule, with a new mixtape called Sleaze's Awakening; The Ten Thousand Rupees Mix. This project features mostly instrumentals that didn't make the first cut, a remix or two, and a few new tracks.

THE CATCH: I'm not uploading this collection until my downloads reach 10,000, so if you like what I'm saying get your friends, family, coworkers and associates involved and get them to download The Ocarina of Rhyme!! Let's get it!!

Uh...I'm still hungry.

My mixtape The Ocarina of Rhyme is about to hit 10,000 downloads but I'm still feeling kinda iffy about the reception. Don't get me wrong tho. I appreciate everyone who d'loaded the joint. I just wish the interwebs had taken a stronger attaching to it...

Thoughts @ Dad

Cherish the family you have, because mine ain't shit. I haven't spoke to my dad in going on 2 years. he disrespected me as a father, like he was daddy of the decade. it hurts me everyday but I'm full of animosity towards he and me speaking to him won't solve the problems. he will never respect me as a man because i won't live the way he says. fuck conformity. you think I'm a a bad father, whatev. i run this home. people tell me "he your pops. just deal with it" y should i lie to myself to save face for people that don't care about me or my kids. in two years he ain't called to check on his grand kids or nothing. it hurts me to see pics of him and my sisters' kids. it hurts because he doesn't want to know them. my kids are fucking awesome. but no one cares but me and their mother. we're truly alone in this world. i mean i did some crazy shit as a kid but i was a child. will he hate me forever? dads are supposed to be that rock you can always count on. this ninja treat me like he ain't spit me out at all. and I'm saying all this cause it hurts. i mean i don't have a mother to get comfort from. she died a long time ago. i wonder if my dad would be like this if my mom was alive. w/o her he has no reciprocity. he is content w/ his new family. but the real underlying truth is I'm a coward because i can tell the whole world this shit via twitter, but cant/wont say ish to him. that shit makes me wanna cry but crying is so un-Sleaze like. I'm gonna need psychiatric help before it's all over.

Originally posted via Twitter

Video: White People Doing Motown

Too funny. What else will they steal?

Flutter: The New Twitter

Seems like everyone hates twitter. I'm with y'all. I use it but i think it's pretty dumb.

R.I.P. Magoo

"you know you dead, when this is the best picture I can find of you on the interwebs." -Sleaze

PEEP THE ILL EMAIL I RECEIVED THIS MORNING!!

Sources report that early Thursday morning rapper Magoo, real name Melvin Barcliff, was found dead in a hotel room in Portsmouth, Va. Hotel owners said that they checked in "Magoo" two days ago and hadn't heard anything from the resident since the check-in. The cause of death has not been determined. Surrounding the rapper was an MP3 player and a notebook. Writing within the tablet, showed the derangement of a musician, disillusioned by the industry that had "chewed him up and spit him out". Police were called because a hotel associate stumbled upon an unconscious man inside the room. The rapper was believed to be visiting Virginia for a recording session, though he had not had a record out in quite some time. More details to follow.


R.I.P. Magoo

Damn, What a waste of a good beats. Although it says he died this morning, he died in my eyes after his verse on this song.