case of the try to hards

Now far be it from me that I should swallow up or destroy one so dedicated...I wont... I've come to realize a certain group of people who try a bit to hard to prove to them selves and everyone else that its ok to try and be the center of the universe...but no body cares.Recently I had a conversation with one of these types,hard headed and not willing to take a loss,after the fact the person made a blog trying to make me look stupid...I find that a tad bit babyish.These people should be givin a mirror that talks,you know like that mirror from the disney movie lol yea that one,it would say shut the fuck up and be real with your self,dont make a move out of emotions.Alot of the times these people feel high above everyone else while everyone else is laughing with each other about them saying "ay why do they talk,act,and walk like that,dont they see how stupid they look? hear how stupid they sound?" naa lol they dont,thats what the talkin mirror is for,to be honest the next time I encounter another one of these types,on my name I will tell them if they dont shut up and move they will get a back hand.These past few months my temper has worsened and it seems like every other day I snap on someone,I like it but its tiring...dont be that next person.

I can safely say that eminem is one of the illest artists around I say artist cuz this man is far beyond being a rapper,who ever debates that can suck me till I bust.Last year my dude fell off and started making all these poppy didley kinda tracks and nuff said,the first three tracks of his new album didnt catch me either but his new song 3 am did so suck your self fuck your pillow get some pop corn and watch the damn video

herpes 151

Ok so i thought it was what ever but kcuf was i wrong.Me and my peepz were debating the other day between two different ways to conventionally kill our selves for that night...it came down to burning herpes 151,ever have one of those days when your fine then you remember you had herpes 151 then it just kcuf's with you throughout the rest of your night ok join the club then.When it did kick in for me it was so different than the usual and my peepz agreed 20 mins later im laughin on a washroom floor door locked lights off pants down by my self,did I mention I was laughin?.well after that lil self fiasco I thought I was set to leave and go about my way...wrong again,some anonymous tried to hide my hat thinkin i was dumb drunk(close but but no cuban)so afterwards I nearly killed "someone" in a scuffle kicks and choke holds,after winning the altercation thrice,I turned to see my hat but not where i left it...was i tripping?...or was i mad cuz I had herpes 151?...after that "someones" dog follwed me to young street...where that dog is now who knows...herpes 151...careful with that shit...it burns you...oh yea I was talkin about bacardi 151 not actual herpes

black white and baby oil

well see...I like this kinda stuff,but could only imagine this so when i saw this video i damn near cried

Subconcious Melody

For all my high people who can decipher any metaphorical poem...


I HAD A DREAM THAT MY MIND WAS A FATHER THAT BEAT MY VISION BLIND AND LEFT IT BEHIND FOR A PERIOD OF TIME/
MY VISION SEEMED TO STALK MY HAND, TILL MY HAND WAS TOO SCARED TO MOVE/MY EYES WERE SEEING ONLY BLACK ROOMS.../
BUT MY HAND DIDNT KNOW THIS,IT ONLY SAW TWO IRISES DARK WITH GLOOM/

FRIGH-TENED MY HAND CALLED UPON MY FINGERS EIGHT PLUS TWO THUMBS,TOGETHER TEN/
MY FINGERS THEN USED A PEN AS A WEAP-EN...AS THE INK SPRAYED WITH AGGRESSION A SPLASH LANDED ON A LOOSELEAF SHEET OF PAPER AND WAS TAUGHT A LESSON/

THE LOOSELEAF TRIED TO BRING THE INK HOME TO MOLEST IT...THE PEN WOULDNT LET IT,IT CALLED THE PAPER SIMPLE AND PATHETIC...SO PAPER LET THE INK GO/AT FIRST THE INK WOULD SINK YO BUT NOW IT WAS ON THE BRINK SO CLEAR THAT MY EYES DIDNT WANNA BLINK...CUZ THEY CAN SEE NOW.../

PINK TO RED MY EYES SEE THE DEAD AND BRUISED INK BLACK AND BLUE WITH LINES THROUGH THEIR HEADS/
MY VISION TELLS MY MIND TO OPEN THE DOOR...BLOOD SHED/

IN A FIELD OF NECROPHILIA,THE PAPER SAVORED THE DAUGHTERS OF THE PEN UNTILL THE JUICES RAN DRY/
STRANGE LINES WERE FORMED FROM WHAT WERE ONCE SPILLED SECRETIONS..WHY?/

"WHAT DID THESE LINES MEAN?" MY MIND ASKED MY VISION THEN THEY BOTH LOOKED ON AS THE PAPER CRUMPLED INTO IT SELF/
THERE WAS NO SOUND ONLY THE DRUMMING OF MY FINGERS MARCHING TO THE FIELD...FUCK STEALTH/

WHEN MY FINGERS ARRIVED TO INSPECT THE PREMISES MY MIND TOLD THEM SOMETHING WAS GOING ON IN THE PAPER BALL/
SO THEY SEARCHED...UNRAVELED IT AND PRESSED IT FLAT ON THE SURFACE OF THE WALL/

...NOTHING WAS WRONG FROM WHAT MY EYES COULD SEE SO I LET MY LIDS FALL...THEN I SLEPT ON...I AWOKE LATER TO A MELODY...WHEN I OPENED MY EYES...I SAW MY SONG

-The Mental

WHAT A TWIT!

(rex)Whats your name?..im going to follow you (girl) wtf no! im I have a man! (rex)im...im not follllllllowing you,im just foll- *word gets cut off*(girl) noo get the fu** away from me! (rex) its...its twitter I want to twitter you...see look- (girl) noooo! *girl uses peper spray*...
^^^this is the type of shit i post on twitter when im boreded out

I dont know why there's so much hype around twitter but to me its funny as kcuf with no purpose,cuz who really cares what your doing every few minuets,its bad enough facebook went all stalker status now you can lose your job all cuz of twitting...just take a look at how it all went down for hitler

iREX's bio(the character my album is based on)

My name is B.B-10(funny name..I know)...here's my story... I was born into a world where everything is predictable but I always knew I wasn't meant to be here "in the box" if you catch my drift.I'll make my story short and to the point. I started out as a curious kid who wanted to be free and learn what life really meant...one day I find these way out dated machines in this warehouse full of all this other sh** I only read about as a child, Cd's,mp3's,files,blue prints,planes,tanks...the works. In the files it described somethin... a project...I still don't know what the hell it all means but the blueprints were what had me all wired cuz' soon as I finished readin'em the print faded away then appeared on my left arm...I got outta' that warehouse pretty fu**in fast.The next morning the dictator(Zed) of my planet's troops are doing the usual round up to weed out the people with brains enough to see what a fu**in joke this place is,that's when I decide I'm not gonna be another soulless piece of nothing following sh**ty ass orders and doing what everyone else is doing, LET THEM FU**IN CHASE ME!...anyways that's exactly what they do (ha ha what fun right?)...wrong, I went to the one place I thought they wouldn't look...the warehouse(it's in the middle of fu%@!ng no where!) but it didn't take long for Zed's troops to catch up to me.I didn't have much time to think sh** through but then I remembered the blue prints on my arm(I never read so fast in my life).The blue prints explained how to work this machine in the warehouse so I did what it said,next thing you know I'm a friggin science project on some instant transportation sh**,everything breaks apart, there's a flash and that's all I remember...now I'm off to where ever I'm off to I guess...stay tuned.