Okay. This is it. The first step into separating myself from my alter ego since Sec2 till now. Yes, my 2 other selves that had the better of me. I'm actually a mat kental (GEEK) in person. But since that time when I had the last straw of being bullied by the nonetheless Notorious Syafiq Zain, i decided to make my name up the billboard. I began to slack from my studies( not exactly,i still maintained top 3 in class that year), mix with those mats(not exactly, just mat lepak) and learned the ways of a MAT-REP ( just the way of acting tough). During that time, I know that i shouldnt be weak, & need to grow up, like seriously. I was childish & scared before, from being bullied and that was when i knew time was right for me to change to a bad-ass "mojo-jojo." People started calling me a "fighter" just because i have 3 dots on my right cheek. so the 3 dots actually means something like a "goon"(American laymen slang for bootleggers)if they were really tattooed on me.
Then, the last time i ever sparred with someone was the black Mambo dude,Zarruq! haha, i don't know if they still call him that, but wth.then i was promoted to sec3, and on that year, i grew tamed for N level's sake that was about to come in a year's time which is this year. You see, I'm a studious person and nothing can change me however i wanted to. And late last year, I began to set foot on my newly founded talent, Beat making. I began experimenting making HipHop music from scratch on my computer solely with my PC keyboard(hehe, budget lah! don't have MPC)and the utterly Brilliant Software i love the most, FL8XXL Studio.
And that said, i grew my passion for rap(my next alter ego).Yeah, i was a lil' kinky when i start rapping last time, and for those of you who already listened to the curious cat, good for you cos this cat is new and improved. I can write verses, spit serious shits and produce beats. A one man band.
I'm not bragging but Some people don't understand me, saying that the Hiphop scene in Singapore is small and that i wont get a living doing this for my whole life. But man, Singapore's so small, i dont give a damn. Who says I wanna be a rapper Full-time? lol. I just wanna find my own composure in my teenage years. All this while since sec1, I've been trying to find myself, be real. But along the way, i knew i was being silly. I just wanted to be part of the cool & popular. Instead now im in the popular Geek category.
But hey, everything's now changing so fast huh? I've finally found my composure. By the time i graduate, I'm gonna join my music production crew,Studio101, and make underground rap a new history for Afterlife.maybe even make it to mainstream but who knows, i may get lucky enough to produce music for new local breeds so that hiphop stays alive and never a dying whisper.
After this studious kid finishes his N levels, hes gonna shake his back off and let a new Person in him come in and take over. But for now, let's get serious for 'N' exams. countdown till 7sept!
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KILLUMINATI
by 2Pac
[2Pac] Let it be prophesized; niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these niggaz cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a nigga cause I'm comin back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces
Momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin niggaz watch they every step
Label me a threat
and I ain't even got started with this shit yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah
Every nigga breathin pay attention
Bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati
Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac
[Kas] Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
[Pac] Hold it down
[Kas] Killuminati and we got you, got you
[2Pac]
After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again
Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin
Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin niggaz pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder shit
God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[E.D.I. Amin]
I spend most of my time bankin niggaz
because they hate a nigga, comin across fake niggaz
But we made niggaz, old school and I'm thinkin
Y'all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin
O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin fuckin with that
We bustin back comin back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin them fuckers tool whips, I rule haters
Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati
[Kadafi]
They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate
Choppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
Times its world war three up in these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds
Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati
Chorus
[2Pac]
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Hold it down, hold it down
Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
Hold it down, hold it down
You know what type of shit we be
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
You want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real
Hold it down, hold it down
Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Fuck with me nigga you get killed!
Hold it down, hold it down
It don't get no realer than this
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my motherfuckin name nigga?
Hold it down, hold it down
My niggaz we all bad
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my muh'fuckin name nigga?
Hold it down, hold it down
What's my muh'fuckin name?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Outlawz in this BITCH
Death Row at his finest
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain..
Outlawz..
P R O F I L E
How I Do Me :D
I Am Azlan. Likes: Making Music. Writing Poems. Rap. Looking At Pretty Girls. Acting HotStuff. XD Dislikes: Nothing.
Profiles: Facebook
I may look like a poser but fuck it I'm fresh!
I'm tucked neat, I'm sleek, copy that, I'm Zest!
Copy back, Um Yes, I roll with the best!
Studio 'a hundred and one' is where my fam is at!
I don't copy no style, I don't copy and write!
I steal and make em' mine, its called copyright!
People copy mine, cos they know I'm good with it!
Like I said, not a poser I'm just fresh with it!
S E V E N T E E N
RANDOM FACTS
RANDOM FACTS
well, i am 17 years old, aren't i? oKay, maybe not yet. but this year i am.
ONE I went to school with mum's black pants on the first day of school. TWO I don't brush my teeth regularly. THREE I wax up my hair with Gatsby Moving Rubber. FOUR I'm a straight up MotherEffin' G. FIVE Killuminati! SIX I'm an Asian Nigga. SEVEN Rap is ma Thang. EIGHT I'm ghetto clothes-wise. NINE That's why i wore my mum's black pants to Campus on my first day (JAN Intake 2010) TEN I'm broke as hell. ELEVEN Really. TWELVE I'm. THIRTEEN Just. FOURTEEN Effin'. FIFTEEN Bored.
T O D O L I S T
I ain't got nuthin' better to do. really.
T A G B O A R D
Spit Yo Game MotherFucka!
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Confessions of a geek
8:50 PM - Monday, August 31, 2009
Lol nothing to update, might as well humor myself with my own rap
6:27 PM - Wednesday, August 19, 2009
These Memories, damn i wish they could be replaced,
give me your hand," sure those were the last words that she said,
and out penned those numbers, 8 digits to be exact,
but the night i tried the number, "Engaged" was all i get,
a few more days later,i just had to try again,
no answers, the line keeps engaging the constant consent,
"The number you tried to call is not available Pls try again later"
But i cant wait no longer, now im beginning to even hate her,
had she given the wrong number, another month i'll have to miss her,
and missed her i did, for she delayed till the next month and a week,
Then she mistakened me for a stranger when i holler out to my Bitch!
But i had always called her that, oh shit i hollered out to her twin,
And out comes the outcome two sisters bangin me,
And out comes the words, how do you know me?
Then lastly i got to know that she's having short term memory,
Damn memories, how i wished her ass could fit a thumbdrive's USB!
give me your hand," sure those were the last words that she said,
and out penned those numbers, 8 digits to be exact,
but the night i tried the number, "Engaged" was all i get,
a few more days later,i just had to try again,
no answers, the line keeps engaging the constant consent,
"The number you tried to call is not available Pls try again later"
But i cant wait no longer, now im beginning to even hate her,
had she given the wrong number, another month i'll have to miss her,
and missed her i did, for she delayed till the next month and a week,
Then she mistakened me for a stranger when i holler out to my Bitch!
But i had always called her that, oh shit i hollered out to her twin,
And out comes the outcome two sisters bangin me,
And out comes the words, how do you know me?
Then lastly i got to know that she's having short term memory,
Damn memories, how i wished her ass could fit a thumbdrive's USB!
Finally! I'm Back
7:42 PM - Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Seriously...And so goes the story of my long Hiatus.let's try make it short.
Catching on my N-Level Art prepwork was stressful.Passed up my N-level art Canvas along with prepwork last week if I recalled it right.Then came another pile of load, Prelim Art Paper.I had a good 2weeks to prepare for it but only did the prepwork for it yesterday and yep, all went well...I mean terrible. lol i don't expect to get a good grade out of it.Cos i didnt have time to expand my ideas to reach new levels of innovative creativity. haha. okay lets stop the "artistic and linguistic" crap.
Catching on my N-Level Art prepwork was stressful.Passed up my N-level art Canvas along with prepwork last week if I recalled it right.Then came another pile of load, Prelim Art Paper.I had a good 2weeks to prepare for it but only did the prepwork for it yesterday and yep, all went well...I mean terrible. lol i don't expect to get a good grade out of it.Cos i didnt have time to expand my ideas to reach new levels of innovative creativity. haha. okay lets stop the "artistic and linguistic" crap.
Labels: Long Hiatus AXL new blogskin
A R C H I V E S
Prison
March 2009
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A F F I L I A T E S
My Goons.
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Hui Qi
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