Posts Tagged ‘Mixtape’

Say it right! It’s pronounced Wal-AY, my dears. I may or may not have been ridiculed during my first encounter with “Nike Boots.” But it’s cool now; I’ve adjusted my enunciation. Sticks and stones may break my bones but you’re an ass for correcting me… But now he’s gracing me with free music and oh, how I love mixtape days! Downloading free music is like Christmas. Smells like chestnuts roasting and Uncle Craig knocked under the tree on account of too much eggnog. Unless you’re that woman being forced to pay $80,000 per song after losing her copyright case…again; Santa gave her a lump of coal in her stocking. And then he robbed her. And no, I don’t consider mixtapes stealing because you can’t buy them anywhere. So unless you want me to start sending blank checks to every artist, cool it RIAA! I’m just trying to get my head bob on. Maybe get a little shoulder bounce going, a Cha Cha slide if the mood arises. Actually, I hope that dance dies a Lifetime Network caliber death. And if you disagree with me then I apologize for offending. Just let me know what the hell I should be doing during “REVERSE!” because I’m pretty sure no one knows.

“Back To The Feature” has been keeping my iPod very chipper all day and it would only be fair for me to share the wealth. I can cross holiday volunteerism off my “to-do” list. Damn right this counts. No need to thank me for my philanthropy…just pay it forward. Adopt a highway or something. Pavement needs love too.

Get it here!

Via: FreshnessMag

Oh, Cudi…how I love thee. And not for the current media hype (I know how you loathe it); but more for the fact that you freestyle like a beast. Love me. Also, I remember a situation where you were tasered because you got so heated about the “fugly ass soul dagger” reebok selection available for your NBA All-Star game performance. Marry me. Haha…but I’m not kidding. I think we’d be happy together. I know you’re Mr. Solo Dolo, but I don’t need a commitment right away and kids frighten me. Just keep me outfitted in 10deep and pretty shoes and I’ll do my best to keep you away from high voltages.

While I’d like to keep our love affair away from the real world; like the bachelor…before the final rose. I feel like I would only do us harm by not hyping your ridiculous melodies. What kind of fiancé would I be if I wasn’t your personal street team? Fiancé thing too much? Never.

get it.