glover? i barely know 'er

Freaks and Geeks from Donald  Glover on Vimeo.
gambino can get it.

this is how we valentines: the mixtape

two weeks late and a lil dirty. this one's for you, lovers.

http://www.mediafire.com/?rl9jj655lwk85a5

i'd t.a.p.p. that
Dirty Dancer - Snoop Dogg feat. Trey Songz
In the Morning - J. Cole feat. Drake
Playback - Collie Buddz
What's My Name? - Rihanna feat. Drake
I Wanna Be Your Lover - Corinne Bailey Rae [after Prince]
Hypnotize U - N.E.R.D. feat. Daft Punk
Turnt Out - The-Dream
Never Stop Loving You - Terrace Martin feat. 9th Wonder
Fool For You - Cee-Lo Green feat. Melanie Fiona
Chilling with My Chick - Badio

psychodelia

i made this

holy shit john donne

you donne it again.

HOLY SONNETS.
XIV.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

every time I promise myself I'll stop posting rap content to this blog is another time I straight-up lie to myself

Lil Wayne predicts Super Bowl, pays $1.13 million in back taxes.

"It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine..." And 54 other great opening lines in hip hop.

Philly rapper Meek Mill signs to Rick Ross' Maybach Music.

What happens to women in hip hop.

Dude complains how making mixtapes is hard (self-indulgent but true!), then lists his top 50 rap songs of All Time (only thing that could make this better is a download link).

To Do:
1) Watch  Prince/Cee-Lo duet from Madison Square Garden the other night.
2) Cry a little cuz you weren't there.
3) Repeat.

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.    

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

- from Carl Sandburg's Wilderness