Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Why I Believe

My last few posts have been about the evils of Cuffing Season. Please refer to them if you want me to elaborate on the myth that is Cuffing Season. I'm motivated to blog about something much more important tonight. Yes, I have music on the way but instead of just tweeting and faceboogering about it like I'm an idiot rapper that never does anything in real life with my music, I'm just going to record it, master it and work it with a plan I've developed. I also have shows on the way to but this isn't about that. Recently I've read posts from friends and people I know that are going through trying times, some trivial and some very serious. A couple months ago I was hit with losing income. I put a plan together and stayed afloat. Some people rap/tweet/facebooger about making things happen. Some of us do it because we're wired that way. I beat myself up over losing that money but at the same time, I wasn't happy with that source of income. It was legal but borderline depressing dealing with the legal/civil issues of others in a toxic environment. So I prayed as I always do that things will work out. Prayer alone is a nice start but God puts us in position to take advantage of his blessings. For two months despite my ex-girlfriend saying she would've crawled into a hole had it happened to her, I found income, handled business, did shows, recorded and kept praying. Were there setbacks? Minor ones like my tire exploding or finding creative ways to make beefaroni and soup. I know there are people much worse off than me so I plugged away knowing I'd succeed and that God was making a way for me. I know my spirit. Of course I hear that voice of doubt in my head and I have reasoning like any thinking adult should BUT my confidence in myself doesn't allow me to crawl into a hole and quit. That's one of the reasons I left the ex. She ain't bout that life. What I mean is, I'm going to succeed one way or another because God didn't give me tools and talent so I can just quit when things aren't ideal. I joke about being bout that life because I really am bout that life. I drove alone to Miami to promote two projects, one TNL and the other Loud & Clear at the Core DJs Retreat because I felt I HAD TO. I prayed driving through the Deep South alone with a plan to succeed. I made it to Miami and handled business. I had the confidence and my faith in God to do what I felt compelled to do. Do I want extra credit for that? No, I don't. There were times driving back I felt like an idiot for not flying but I drove to and from Miami with no problem. I kept my faith in God. I always do. When my friends say FML, I pray for them to realize God didn't let Jesus shed his blood for that. I don't beat people over the head with my religion because that's unfair to them. I just pray for them. Some people think life is supposed to be easy. Jesus didn't have it easy to sacrifice for us. Get it? Now, if you're familiar with my music or my tweets, you may be confused if you don't know me as a person. My tweets are gutter humor a lot of times but I know God has me. It's funny and people laugh at the crude truths I point out on Twitter (@duckyhines by the way). My music, TNL lastly had a lot of cheating girlfriends being my side piece, street references and bragging. Well, I have had my way with other people's women in my PAST. I kinda gave that up as a new year's resolution. The guns? I shot my first gun at 15 when I carried around my brother's Desert Eagle. True story. He didn't figure out rounds were missing until we were grown. Selling dope? I first cooked and sold crack along with powder coke when I was 12. So, before I was old enough to legally drive I was living what some of these sucker rappers talk aboutm I digress. I've coached children in basketball. I help people. I like to make people laugh and dance. I am a work in progress. I have faith I'll improve as a person but I always praise God because everything starts with Him. Why not go to church and share The Lord's teachings? I enjoy it and it makes me happy. When things get tough, always remember God wants you to endure. Jesus didn't die on Earth for nothing. His blood is for our sins and our lives. I remind myself of this a lot. Thanks. - Moolah.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Cuffing vs Relationships (The Cuffing Season Blog Part III)

I love my ex-girlfriend but I never again want to fuck with her in real life. She didn't do anything malicious but I can't fuck with her in real life. Almost every woman I've met since becoming some kind of adult says they want a nice guy. A lot of guys, selfish douchebags if you ask me want a good girl but want to do what they want. Now, if I've already ruffled some feathers then good. Look at yourselves in the mirror and don't blame me for calling you a douche. I'm a good guy. Women have told me so. I'm respectful, positive, gentlemanly, courteous and chivalrous. These are attributes expected of me and instilled in me. At the same time, I'm not a pushover. In a common sense world, when a woman knows a good guy likes her then she should be responsive to hearing that good guy out. I had two-psuedo girlfriends that I saw a lot of and wanted to be with but they had their representatives out. What I mean by representative is the person you want your mate to see instead of who you are. I'm me. I'm nice but I have a toilet sense of humor and I stay me at all times. Some people only act like they have tact, sense and understanding. My most recent ex girlfriend never opened her mouth about what bothered her except once. I look back on it and despite me being a good guy that would treat her well and how do I say...keep her wanting more, she never said anything bothered her. Then we grew distant while I had outside endeavors offered to me DAILY. I didn't cheat. I'm not bitter but I have no desire to deal with people that I can't trust. I think she liked being cuffed. When it got serious, she freaked out and didn't want to hold up her end of the bargain or disappoint me as a girlfriend. I wish she would've said as much but sometimes women say one thing and do another. Women do it and people say they have "issues". Men do it and we ain't shit. It's a mixed up double standard but as long as that is understood, you gotta charge it to the game. My last psuedo-girlfriend wanted to have girlfriend treatment but didn't want girlfriend responsibilities. AND she was selfish. She's 37 and acts like a brat if she doesn't get her way. I've had other women that wanted too much and offered nothing. They wanted me to cuff them on their terms. Cuffing is the devil. If you fate, have rules. Cuffing is so vague and shallow. Last night I went out and this young lady that I see sporadically had to babysit her friend who was being cuffed all night. Now, let that been the other way around and I was being cuffed...my night would've been over way early with her. The friend would've wanted to go home. I cannot stand selfish people. Cuffing is selfish. Dating is grown-up. Having a fuck-buddy is convenient but as long as there's an understanding, I can respect that. Cuffing is like being restricted with no understanding whatsoever. I want to date women I like, not cuff them or be cuffed. Hanging out is one thing. Cuffing makes me sick. I've always wondered why SOME women can't say what they want, what they're willing to do in return and then stand by it. Instead they get cuffed because it's easy. I'll tell a woman exactly what I want from her in a polite manner. If it doesn't get through then I'm done. I know women that are married, engaged and with men they don't love or like for real because they like being cuffed. It's pomp and circumstance. To close, my homeboy I've known since we were little is re-marrying in a couple weeks. His fiancee is great. They weren't cuffing. They dated like adults and are truly happy. I want that. Cuffing doesn't make me happy. Get cuffing all the way the fuck outta here. Being single is fun but there's nothing like a loving supportive relationship. I know. I've had my fair share of married, engaged and involved women that enjoyed my time with them. That's not my life anymore. I'm chillin. Moolah.

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Washing Theory

Shoutout the brother Corey Black. He and I had a lengthy but friendly disagreement on who's a better rapper than Eninem.  I replied that it was Busta Rhymes and Twista could be considered but not better. The only other person logically is Jay-Z. Corey countered that it's Nas. Nasty Nas. I still have my copy of Illmatic. I loved I Am lyrically but my counter to that is Jay-Z. Jay-Hova, Jiggaman Iceberg Slim.  Corey said that couldn't be because of "Ether". Well, "Ether" is a legendary song. However, that was 10 YEARS AGO and Jay-Z has had the much better career with much better, classical music in that ten years. Since then Jay's released The Black Album, American Gangster and The Blueprint III. I could include Watch The Throne with Kanye West in which Jay sounds like a combination of his late-nineties self and current sound. I said lyrically Eminem is better and more consistent than Nas at emoting, cadence, delivery and songwriting. Now, some people just don't like the idea of Em being the better emcee but there is proof. All my friends locally that I support are lyricists, me included. My Intro to Thurrrzday Nite Live is lyrically better than a lot of people's whole projects. I can say that without bragging and I can perform it live to the point the crowd enjoys it. People get disappointed when I don't perform it. This guy I follow on Twitter, Ice from New Jersey says flow is more important than lyrics now. Royce Da 5'9, one of Em's partners from Detroit said the same thing. The way things are in St. Louis, unless you make club music you better know how to spit with substantial lyrics. I make club music with substantial lyrics so I'm not talking out of my ass on this. There is also this perception that Li'l Wayne is better than Jay-Z. I bring this to what I call The Washing Theory. The Washing Theory is when you have two or more different artists on the same song and one's performance is better than the other. The act of out-doing someone on a song is knows as WASHING THEM. For example, people say "Ether" was better than "Takeover" and that "Ether" was so potent that Jay came back with "Super Ugly" even getting more personal with Nas. "Takeover" was the better song but you cannot discount "Ether". Five years later Jay and Nas call a truce and do what many of us that love Hip-Hop BEGGED THEM TO DO since 1996: they made songs together. They made two songs together: "Black Republican" from Nas's ironically titled Hip Hop Is Dead then Jay's "Success" off the excellent American Gangster (the 21st Century Reasonable Doubt). Jay's verses were better than Nas's verses on those two songs. Not to say Nas was wack because Nas was killing it but Jay spazzed on the songs knowing Nas was on the songs with him. He washed Nas on those songs. I'll give you another example of something people do not want to admit. On "Carter IV Interlude" from Li'l Wayne's last album, Tech N9ne washed Andre 3000. Yes, he washed him. Three Stacks spit an awesome verse but Tecca Nina washed him by changing cadence and seizing the moment knowing he'd be on the songs with one of Hip-Hop's most celebrated lyricists.  Kanye washed Jay-Z on "Run This Town" lyrically but you have to do it more than once to be considered better. Jay obviously washed Kanye (by Ye's admission on "Big Brother") on the "Diamonds Of Sierra Leone" remix. Jay washed Ye constantly on WTT. Back to Weezy though. When Jay retired, Wayne took a lot of Jay's style admittedly and became a much better lyricist when the first Carter came out in 2004.  "Best Rapper Alive" is lyrically one of Wayne's best songs. "A Milli" is  timeless song now and it bangs like it just came out instead of in 2008. However, lyrically and delivery-wise "6'7" is a much better song, especially if you listen to everything Wayne says regarding the "fucked-up family picture". People didn't get the "real G's move in silence like LASAGNA" line until they read the lyrics. In my opinion Wayne is better than what he gets credit for ad he's now better than a lot of the legends.  Lyrically, listen to Twista on "Overdose" and "Adrenaline Rush". Listen to him on the original "Is That Your Bitch" with Jay. Delivery and lyrics still matter. Even battlers out of St. Louis are being hailed for bars and wordplay, see Hitman Holla's third verse against Arsonal about the King's Mom in their URL battle. Lyrics matter more than ever despite the amount of dumb-ass songs you hear on the radio. End note, compare Em's lyrics on "Lose Yourself" and "Not Afraid".  He paints a picture of angst that Nas never could. Em's better. Peace.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Cuffing Season Has Returned (The Cuffing Blog Part 2)

*Cue Nas's "Hate Me Now"* My friend reamed me out about the usage of the word SLUT so I'll refrain. So I'll keep it gutter without that word. I am not thanking The Based Gawd for this. I'm thanking my buddy Laura. Hi, Laura. I was partying with my brothers The Chalk Boys. Debauchery insued. Before that I was out in the clubs chillin and doing me. The thirst, that inkling inside others that makes them act lame to gain someone's attention, affection or services was on LEVEL FREAKING ORANGE! I crossed the street to see someone I know in an adult sense out with somebody that isn't me. No problem. She's single and I'm single but she wants a good man. Her issues have kept her from making her next move her best move though I've given her ample opportunity to get into a grown-folks situation with me. She doesn't like single me because single me has his pick of women. (Don't hate me, blame my parents and the streets for swagging me out like this). Anyway, I saw her and her friends out with dudes. No prob. I was cutting a rug with many a round-bootied young lady before I saw her. Her friends looked like they wanted to deficate a brick when they saw me. I saw her and said hi. She said hi and kept it moving on her date. Now, details are to be witheld at this point because she may read this and curse me out but she knows I don't play those games. Why blog about it? I saw so much cuffing out and so much thirst that I'm glad I told the girlfriend her exclusive rights to me were forfeited. She did it by not seeing me or being a functioning girlfriend for a good minute while I stayed faithful. I'm a good guy but I don't like to be unhappy. I had chances to do things outside of the monogamous relationship and declined them because I committed to my relationship. Once the girlfriend forked over her rights, Single Ducky checked back in. My lady friend was cuffed for the night. No prob. Let her eat but single me: LET THAT BOY COOK. Now when her friends tell her reports on my actions if they see me, I'll know she's doing her and I'm doing me but she was cuffed despite wanting me to wait so we could talk or whatever the hell she wanted to break her date from. So I'm partying with my bros and lo and behold, a woman chooses me. I get chosen like Goldie in real life. This is why I don't sweat women and lack the thirst that lames do. Dudes in the clubs get a chick and cuff their territory...the same night they met these women. Ok, handle your beeswax but then they hop on woman to woman trying to cuff for the night with the thirst. GT entire FOH with that. I'm sure I'll have another girlfriend but not until I'm with someone that is consistent as I intend to be with her and make her happy, vice-versa and all that jazz. I am not cuffing a dang dern thing out here, especially in small-town St. Louis. Either we kick it or we don't and it's mutual. I will not chase and I will not cuff. If you like me like I like you, everything's negotiable. I guess some people want attention from whomever gives it to them. Oh, well. I can't even date a woman if I DON'T LIKE HER AS A PERSON. Once a woman falls out of favor, she's either gone or she gotta come with some SUNSHINE I can throw up in the air. Then again, polishing the silver will get her in my good graces temporarily. If she's good enough, I'm returning the favor if I like her like that. Still, I ain't cuffin' a dang dern thing out here. Peace. Moolah.

Cuffing Season Has Returned (The Cuffing Blog Part 2)

*Cue Nas's "Hate Me Now"* My friend reamed me out about the usage of the word SLUT so I'll refrain. So I'll keep it gutter without that word. I am not thanking The Based Gawd for this. I'm thanking my buddy Laura. Hi, Laura. I was partying with my brothers The Chalk Boys. Debauchery insued. Before that I was out in the clubs chillin and doing me. The thirst, that inkling inside others that makes them act lame to gain someone's attention, affection or services was on LEVEL FREAKING ORANGE! I crossed the street to see someone I know in an adult sense out with somebody that isn't me. No problem. She's single and I'm single but she wants a good man. Her issues have kept her from making her next move her best move though I've given her ample opportunity to get into a grown-folks situation with me. She doesn't like single me because single me has his pick of women. (Don't hate me, blame my parents and the streets for swagging me out like this). Anyway, I saw her and her friends out with dudes. No prob. I was cutting a rug with many a round-bootied young lady before I saw her. Her friends looked like they wanted to deficate a brick when they saw me. I saw her and said hi. She said hi and kept it moving on her date. Now, details are to be witheld at this point because she may read this and curse me out but she knows I don't play those games. Why blog about it? I saw so much cuffing out and so much thirst that I'm glad I told the girlfriend her exclusive rights to me were forfeited. She did it by not seeing me or being a functioning girlfriend for a good minute while I stayed faithful. I'm a good guy but I don't like to be unhappy. I had chances to do things outside of the monogamous relationship and declined them because I committed to my relationship. Once the girlfriend forked over her rights, Single Ducky checked back in. My lady friend was cuffed for the night. No prob. Let her eat but single me: LET THAT BOY COOK. Now when her friends tell her reports on my actions if they see me, I'll know she's doing her and I'm doing me but she was cuffed despite wanting me to wait so we could talk or whatever the hell she wanted to break her date from. So I'm partying with my bros and lo and behold, a woman chooses me. I get chosen like Goldie in real life. This is why I don't sweat women and lack the thirst that lames do. Dudes in the clubs get a chick and cuff their territory...the same night they met these women. Ok, handle your beeswax but then they hop on woman to woman trying to cuff for the night with the thirst. GT entire FOH with that. I'm sure I'll have another girlfriend but not until I'm with someone that is consistent as I intend to be with her and make her happy, vice-versa and all that jazz. I am not cuffing a dang dern thing out here, especially in small-town St. Louis. Either we kick it or we don't and it's mutual. I will not chase and I will not cuff. If you like me like I like you, everything's negotiable. I guess some people want attention from whomever gives it to them. Oh, well. I can't even date a woman if I DON'T LIKE HER AS A PERSON. Once a woman falls out of favor, she's either gone or she gotta come with some SUNSHINE I can throw up in the air. Then again, polishing the silver will get her in my good graces temporarily. If she's good enough, I'm returning the favor if I like her like that. Still, I ain't cuffin' a dang dern thing out here. Peace. Moolah.

Monday, October 3, 2011

To Cuff Or Not To Cuff

It's Fall. Summer has ended. People have summer flings for superficial reasons. I used to be super-duper superficial. When I was 17 my mom worrid about me being color struck because I messed with mostly light-skinned and white young ladies. My weakness is actually pretty dark-skinned women. I've had dark-skinned girlfriends, white girlfriends, girlfriends of multi-ethnic backgrounds and whatnot. I either date, smang (smash/hang) or get serious with women. I don't chase women and I do not cuff based on the season. For someone that dated women because they had donk booties, awesome sex or used to model this seems like a stretch. I've seen women I've had adult relations with get in relationships with good guys even though they weren't good girls. Dudes cuffed these women because they liked those women. It still seems a little ridiculous to me but to each his own. I could DATE a slut but if she's known for more than just having a healthy sexual appetitie in public, we can't be serious. I'll treat you like a lady but I will not "cuff" you. It seems crazy to me to cuff someone because it gets cold. Then again, some people don't want to be lonely on a cold night. I'm too busy to cuff someone for something so silly. If I like you and I feel like you should meet my family, you can be my woman. Otherwise, we're casually dating no matter the season. As long as we understand that then it's all good. On another note, who came up with "cuffing"? Is it not cool to be with a respectable partner in a relationship? Cuffing to me has a negative tone to it like cuffing a slut to keep her from smanging someone else. I'm that voice in someone's head that goes, "Dude, she gets around and has no morals. She's community coochie. Stop playing yourself". You don't cuff those women. You just date smang with them like any respectable single man should. Now if you're the type that doesn't partake in sluts, I applaud you. I don't discriminate. I just have rules and my rules state that I cannot allow myself to be with someone other than I want to be with them, simple as that regardless of the calendar. Peace.