Before thinking about writing this entry I read Charles Hamilton's blog. After scuffling through the misinterpreted banter and the layout in need of format I thought to myself... "Why do I feel bad?" Psychoanalytical commentary is the key here. The twist is I will be dissecting my own fish bowl like brain for the 1 in 10 piranha floating around. Then I will gut it and peel it.
With an intro like that, I feel like every little thing is gonna be alright. -Marley.
Let me start where the feelings were a brew. DJ House Shoes made a surprisingly professional video describing unprofessional euphemisms for the knock out and torture of Charles Hamilton. As the lighting baked House Shoes' smug appearance my first thought was, 'How is a nigga with the name DJ House Shoes threatening somebody?' then my thoughts made fire with metal wire and flint. Maybe it is possible for a deceased person to conjure such melancholy emotions. I mean from what I've learned Jay Dee was a humble guy that people loved and stood up for. Now that he's gone in such an unfit manner, the possibility of even a flybuzzing zipping near James Yancey's grave would be an insult in the worst way.
So I looked at DJ Moccasins and assumed this was a small quarrel that a phone call might resolve. Then when my verbose mentor (hologram) Jay Smooth made me feel less at ease by saying he might be the only person in Hip Hop that doesn't hate Sonic. Wait... I'm in Hip Hop ain't I? 15 years of persecution for Big L albums and Mos Def mixtapes in a middle school lunch room might not be so much but hey, don't I deserve my tally in the 'Reform Of People Who Stick Their Heads In A Meat Market'?
Charles Hamilton you are taking a long trip into the Rock Bottom of the Bikini Bottom. And I am cringing at every rock you hit on the way down. Sometimes I have the pleasure to watch you swim up from the crushing pressure of the Pacific Ocean but that is rarely. I can only recall one time when Soulja Boy was a frivolous task to swallow (pause, swallowing tasks?). If there is any point to my attention seeking diatribe it is to lay out the pulling of the reigns on either side of the war.
On one naive front I believe that Sonic might get hurt. On a more realistic prediction, nothing will happen. In the end, Charles is smart. I doubt he scurries in alley ways looking for a reason to get famous (no shots @ Dilla), but in the event that he does I won't feel bad. Well maybe I will... a bouquet of chocolates and a box of roses will get rid of my pity. Stay safeMighty Sonic.
Your friendly neighborhood blogger savant, Piffstah.
P.S. Amanda Diva can't save you this time.
Let me start where the feelings were a brew. DJ House Shoes made a surprisingly professional video describing unprofessional euphemisms for the knock out and torture of Charles Hamilton. As the lighting baked House Shoes' smug appearance my first thought was, 'How is a nigga with the name DJ House Shoes threatening somebody?' then my thoughts made fire with metal wire and flint. Maybe it is possible for a deceased person to conjure such melancholy emotions. I mean from what I've learned Jay Dee was a humble guy that people loved and stood up for. Now that he's gone in such an unfit manner, the possibility of even a fly
So I looked at DJ Moccasins and assumed this was a small quarrel that a phone call might resolve. Then when my verbose mentor (hologram) Jay Smooth made me feel less at ease by saying he might be the only person in Hip Hop that doesn't hate Sonic. Wait... I'm in Hip Hop ain't I? 15 years of persecution for Big L albums and Mos Def mixtapes in a middle school lunch room might not be so much but hey, don't I deserve my tally in the 'Reform Of People Who Stick Their Heads In A Meat Market'?
Charles Hamilton you are taking a long trip into the Rock Bottom of the Bikini Bottom. And I am cringing at every rock you hit on the way down. Sometimes I have the pleasure to watch you swim up from the crushing pressure of the Pacific Ocean but that is rarely. I can only recall one time when Soulja Boy was a frivolous task to swallow (pause, swallowing tasks?). If there is any point to my attention seeking diatribe it is to lay out the pulling of the reigns on either side of the war.
On one naive front I believe that Sonic might get hurt. On a more realistic prediction, nothing will happen. In the end, Charles is smart. I doubt he scurries in alley ways looking for a reason to get famous (no shots @ Dilla), but in the event that he does I won't feel bad. Well maybe I will... a bouquet of chocolates and a box of roses will get rid of my pity. Stay safe
Your friendly neighborhood blogger savant, Piffstah.
P.S. Amanda Diva can't save you this time.
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