Take a look at me now....
Before I was the worlds foremost expert on monsters I was a rapper. At the time I took it very seriously. We'd have weekly practices, writing sessions and we'd work on our back ups. So yeah I have three albums under my belt but I never really got to the point that I wanted as far as my ability to communicate what I wanted within the parameters of 16 bars or what have you. So I just recently moved and came across some of my writing, I've come a long way, I used to touch on a lot of different subjects that frankly I'm not so impressed with now, but near the end I progressed a bit. Heres some excerpts to document the journey...
From the violent....
"Causin' trauma like a suicide bomber so grab your armour/Cuz I'm gonna eat M.C.'s like my name was Jeffrey Daumer/ You fuckers think it's sick, you mother fuckers bet it is/ Fuckin' kids, I'll have you leavin' here with prosthetic limbs..."
To the blatantly sexual...
"Yo I score all the time and I don't even practice/ Fuck three bitches in a row you can call it a hat trick/ So throw your mom, your sister, your girlfriend in the mix/ When I'm done fucking these broads I'll throw and octopus on this bitch.."
or
"I came through and locked down the whole metropolis/ Shit every girl in Toronto just wanna get on top of this/ I only slide with chicks that operate in twos/ One in lace one in leather like the Moulan Rouge/ And girls are like liquor, yeah I'm hittin' fuckin' all of them/ From your darkest pint of Guinness to your pinkest cosmopolitan.."
To the hopelessly vain...
"What it gonna be your girl of your jewels/ I run in this mother fucker and cause your bowels to move/ My voice commands respect just like a powerful tool/ and if you don't be coming correct I'll have to shower you fools/ Never a bad impression, check this raw debut/ Shit he's fuckin' rough, yeah that's what your mom said too.."
After which point I got over myself, there was definitely a need to check my ego and examine my self a bit, which yielded the following...
"It's a sad place and time when you come to your senses/To find yourself trapped behind a series of fences/ A 40 hr work week weighs 1000 kilograms/Even the illest man feels confined by circumstance/ Yes I'm compassionate, but still this is my job/Yes I'm egotistical but I still know when I am wrong..."
Then I travelled to Australia and it opened my eyes to a lot of things...
"Now I know what it's like to suffocate/To lie awake with your mind at stake/ And in these days, you start to gauge/ How at this certain stage you've misbehaved.."
I kind of came across the idea that I wasn't living right, not by my own fault, but due to the super competitive business school environment. I thought I was invincible and made some brash decisions....
"I came upon death and then I laughed into its face/ And I held the same position until I saw my grandpas grave/ So here I stand before you, the invincible man of fame/ A shadow of myself looking for a better way/ So then I quit drinking and I lost like 20 pounds/ And I made some wrong decisions and I'm feeling singled out..."
I experience some set backs with the break up of my long term girl friend and things got a little ugly...
"Your not killing time, it's killing you/ Filling you with hate that you'll be instilling soon/ In younger ones, in another's sons/ Turning air to ashes in someone's lungs/ Don't make me choose between guilt or regret/ Push your lips to mine and inhale this burning breath..."
It gets worse and worse in terms of levels of despair, however, I became increasingly pleased with my use of imagery and my heightened creativity. So Its was a long process from vain superficial regurgitation of pop culture to a more aware sense of self. It helped me through a bunch and I have tonnes more. I think one day I'd like to write some more....
Friday, September 08, 2006
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About Me
- Name: El Chupacabra
- Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Now on my 3rd wave as a paranormal combatant . Things went like this...I was normal, then discovered what I thought was normal was actually fucked, then I got over it. Then I moved to Ottawa and the shit followed me there. Tried therapy for a day, asked for drugs, no dice. Now I'm back in Toronto and hittin it raw. Bring it you ugly mother fuckers.
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3 Comments:
wow shows your um progress from various stages of your life, how you write seems like ure a black thug, but I take it your a whiiiiiiiiite boy, your pretty fly, for a white boy! haha there's definetly talent there, but i dont think ure as bad with the girls as u write you are.......... or maybe im just naive
I like the colour scheme! Great blog. keep it up...
just kidding. i'm just catching up so i've read everything all at once, ray's astrophysics lessons and all the invasions.
i really enjoy readin this - you got a neat way of saying stuff.
if i knew who you were I might ask if you wanted to hang out sometime, go to that carribean place we used to go to - or the spice... but we've never met. too bad so sad...
be good,
me
So what brings out your most "heightened creativity"? Anger, sex, or sadness?
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