Whoa. Forgot how much I fuck with Ras Kass off the straight up lyrical prowess. Listening to his first LP wjile I'm at work. This dude is sick. His lyrics in 1996 are shittin' on 95% of the lyrics out right now. If he had DJ Quik doin' beats for him, or Premiere...whoo! I'm blown that his album has been yanked off the market again (his first one, that is). If you are true fans of straight lyrics, cop Ras Kass' Soul on Ice if you happen to see it in a pawn shop or something like that. I don't see it on Amazon, Borders, or CDnow.com (even tho' they're all connected now).
Okay, yesterday was dinner over my father's house again...this time everybody was there. Nephews, nieces, brotthers, sisters, cousins, etc. Dinner was mad cool. Watched Portland bang the Lakers out via a Rasheed Wallace 3- pointer with 3.something odd seconds left on the clock. Lovin it. Sad the Wizards ain't gon' make the playoffs...but whatever. Also saw Red Dragon with the family last night. Good flick; a good trilogy. Normally there's one flick that completely destroy's the soundness of the trilogy. Got mopped a bit in DOA 3 on the X Box...but I did my thing too. I don't own an X Box, and I still don't like the control pads on them bitches. My brother's friend (Joey...first black person I've met by the name of Joey; always Jou, but, whatever...) doesn't know the beat down he avoided by me not being well versed in that damn fighting game, man. Young dude was nice with the art, tho' man. He reminded me greatly of me at that age. Loved drawing, wants to do his own comic books, not really trying to hear what folks are tellin' them with the art shit, mainly because he's self- taught... He's much further along than I was, tho'. I could show him some techniques to nicen his shit up, but...he seems to want to go the journey his way. Hey, let him live. I'ma have to check my brother sometime this week to serve him up on the game system this week. Or at least try...I'm not into games as much as I used to be...
Can't wait to sleep tonight. Mad tired.