conscious's blog

> I don't wanna stay home..
>
> no peace and quiet..
> not even a piece of quiet...
> life
> mocks death
> like anything I can do
> you can do deader
> like doorknobs
> covered with
> sars germs
> placebo like sickness
> when will it be my turn
> to lead the 3 ring circus display

For the masses state your name and where you are from.
Conscious... Bronx, N.Y. The birthplace of Hiphop. (Seems we've abandoned the child).

When people tend to speak of Conscious, what do they say?
I can quite honestly say, I've only heard positive things. For the most part I hear that dude is doing his thing. He really looks out for people. He's a cool dude to be around.

No one person is liked by everyone. Even the greatest of leaders were hunted. So who takes aim at Conscious and why?
Only thing taking aim at me, right now is really not any human being. I'm dealing with a lot of adversity from that negative force in the universe in whatever form it may. Other then that, my Karma is straight. Not looking over my shoulders, my conscience is clean. Haven't done any dirt, to have to be worried about it.

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1. First of all tell us a little bit about yourself. How old are you and where are you from?

Where do we begin? You can call me the 'everything' man. I've been working on various ways to express ideas and share them with folks for the last few years on a larger scale, though I've been an artist all of my life. I'll be 27 in October. I'm originally, from Long Beach, Cali. I've spent the majority of my life between The Bronx and Harlem though, actually, looking to leaving the states to find a new home.

2. When did you start rapping?

I started rhyming professionally in about 2001. It came directly behind me making my first appearances in New York's (Poetry Circuit).

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Where art thou Lady O' Hiphop? We need you now. Female emcees I'm calling out to you, and I am not alone, there are others, requesting that you surface and bless us with your necessary presence. We're tired of the plastic woman mouth loaded with frivolous speak. We want a woman we can bring home to mother. One that's grown folk sexy, not vulgar. A lady that's tactful, not tactless and uncouth. Someone that switches lingo effortlessly and can hold down the fort. High self esteem required, not vanity and conceit. We don't want you to sound like our favorite male rappers. We'd like less bass in your voice. We'd appreciate that you not share every sexual detail of your past present and future. The increasing number of your partners is not attractive in the least.

We want your honesty, creativity and everything that embodies your feminine being to shine through in your lyrics and videos. Could you do us this one favor and make an appearance even if it only be for a short while. Any moments with you will be cherished and help to replenish this increasingly less fertile soil we attempt to plant seeds in.

If that woman that gets all the airtime doesn't represent you please step into the light. We will support you. We need you.

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Now Listen. Firstly, I'd like to say that me and turkey burgers are tight like hospital corners and that this is in no way representative of my usual, well involved method of producing delectably appetizing turkey meat feats. In short, you will soon enough learn the method of various turkey burger styles. But you have to work up to that. This one is for the not so much lazy but more or less pressed for time individual that's gottah fill his/her belly like right now and doesn't have all day or night to wait for some friggin meat to marinate. Let's go!

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Whole Wheat Pancakes

1 1/4 cups whole wheat flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 Tablespoon brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1'2 teaspoon of cinnamon
1 egg
1 1/2 cups of vanilla soy milk
2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Mix ingredients and pour onto griddle in pancake sized puddles.

I am not going to Craig’s list you to death or chain-smoke you with unenthused advertisements of a righteous lifestyle. I will not kiss the die and rub my rosary beads together, with a Hail Mary pass of the dice on to this crappy life, crap table. Not gonna beat you in the head for stealing cable either. What I will say is that although, is sickens me, that you ingest what you do because you’ve accepted, the preprogrammed diet manufactured by some boardroom of men that do not look like you and would never invite you out for drinks by their pool; go ahead and do you. Cliché alert, I’m sorry but you are what you eat. Your head hurts from an over dose of sugar. You’re an alcoholic. Sugar is just like alcohol once it gets to burning in your system. Sadly, your body aches, adverse affects of yellow number 5 and blue three. An intervention, by way of a nice hospital stay is quite possibly what you need to come to the realization that it is indeed important to pay attention to what you put inside of your body. You are the only one responsible for what goes down in that club. Unfortunately, even with countless mounds of information given to you that is proof of what certain items you scarf down will do to you, you choose to ignore them. With that, ‘nah, I’m not gonna quit smoking, I’mah die anyway’ attitude. You gottah love that logic.

Over'ah Billion Served, (McDonald's) has served up some next level of exploitation that this time comes in the form of a grand idea they have for inticing artists to develope songs mentioning the franchise in their lyrics. Suppossedly, they plan on offering some sort of deal for artist who's songs become hits that have Mc D's references in them. Here's the problem. I'm an artist now taking time out create a hit with mention of the Donald's. My song doesn't hit.

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