I've been INSPIREDD

Hello, my dear visitor. If you are reading this, I freaking love you. Because obviously, that means you care.
So um. Nicole Pwn-slang... aka E.Coli... aka... um a lot of other names xD... anyway her awesome blog inspired me to start posting on this one again. But, I honestly don't know what to put...

6th grade friend from my block in NYC is turning into a retarded gangster person... =.=
Kevin Luu, one of my best friends, in Arcadia, is being emo...
But MY life is pretty good :D
I have (relatively.. at least compared to the last 4 years) great grades (which I'm really stressed trying to keep up :o )... Art center's going ok, even if Tony IS a freaking asshole.. well he's still a good teacher. And we do really cool stuff.
Just remember this.. I can draw better than you. =P
Well, that's not entirely true i guess.
But anyway.
And I love Mr Lim he's the awesomest teacher ever, and to make it better there's awesome people in my class! :DD
<3 you guys.. Joan Nicole Shivani Vivian Carey Ben etc...
As well as my other friends... Kevin Luu Jefferey Niu Ray Chen-Liang, Jallal Malik...

ONE LOVE!
I need to do a song on that.
The concept of 'one love'.

Speaking of songs, btw... I've taken the trouble of getting all my lyrics/poems and putting them here for your admiratio... erm, enjoyment(:

Newest at the bottom

Hero Remix--Vintage ft. Rogue (me)

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Here's our remix of "Hero",originally by Nas

:23 Hook

its Vintage and Rogue,we stealin the throne/
grab the mic with a power of our own//
...we aint no caped crusaders,but u safe from danger whenever we touch the microphone//
yeah..we keep it under control,we keep it under control//
you could call us sum heroes//
yeah i guess we sum heroes//

Verse 1: (Vintage)..:43

its been 15 years since I came to this earth//
Ive seen the game change to chains and long shirts//
rap isnt about the verse anymore//
its a curse,and if they curse anymore,//
ima hurt many more...it dont work//
so I throw the cape on,enemies I take on//
drop a bomb every time I make songs//
cuz I just cant help myself,I take action//
dont become one of the plagued rappers that I take captive//

Hook

Verse 2: (Vintage) 1:24

lets take a journey through the mind of the man//
with the power to design or disguise what I am//
Am I really so great,or ami really a villain//
cuz sometimes I feel hate and have thoughts of killin'//
but I keep myself straight, never hit the ceilin'//
my thoughts,I orchestrate,call me Mr. Brilliant//
I was never the guy to hit the books,Im too fly//
I see no reason to sit down and study this blah blah//
so I fly thru the sky and I save the planet//
the game is a universe,we just all here stranded//
tryna feel our way around and do how we planned it//
but its never that easy, we watch our schemes vanish//
I say theres no yield for the Batmobile//
life is an open road,flames burst from the wheels//
blazin outta control,got the devil on my heels//
for real,sometimes we overpower our own shield//

Hook

Verse 3: (Rogue) 2:25

another section, with the same questions,
flow like they read the same textbook
videos with the same projection
and an insanely plain selection
of money, bitches, and hoes,
dummies with liquor and clothes
speakers bumpin bout spinnas and chrome
i can’t take the shit anymo'
but its impossible to escape
so instead i make haste
to be braced for a taste
of when real rap takes place
hip-hop never died,
it was buried alive
which means if you dig deep enough you can find
true g’s with the NY State of Mind
paintin a vivid picture,
even if you get robbed of your eyes
you’ll see it inside
and im proud to be among their ranks,
saved from being a zero
so i wanna share thanks
cause in school or movin kilos
to everyone on the grind,
....you’re a motherfuckin hero








Battlegrounds (Jallal Malik and me) (written by me)

[Jallal]
These children-stay-cryin cuz they villains-aint-dyin
And the superman can’t save em all, cuz sometimes he aint even lookin-or-tryin
In these pans of worldly hell, people are cookin-n-fryin
The third worlds, people don’t care bout the killin-n-violence
like Africa, niggaz can’t afford AK’s so they grip-the-machete
And in the 'hood, niggaz get pissed off and people get hit-with-the-semi
Like these kids-weren’t-ready, doin unspeakable-acts,
much worse than an underaged sip-of-the-henny
But I’m preachin-the-facts, keepin' my people-on-track,
No matter what they say cuz these evils-is-wack
What’s up with racism, and cats kickin the fake-rhythm?
Thinkin that we strapped with bombs and gon blow ya face in?
Tutsis-and-Hutus civil warrin for the government’s-power
People starvin-to-death, take up arms-'fore-they-rest,
and even the few graves they made aint covered-in-flowers

[Hook]

[Rogue] (me)
(Queens!)
(unh!) back in the day, I wasn’t likin-rap
The women degraded, I was like 'why aint they fightin-back?'
Why would you follow the hype-with-that?
And I was like 'who could like this? the writin’s-wack!'
I grew-up-in-Queens, so I could’ve blew-up-my-dreams
But I stopped myself, clocked myself though I knew-some-of them-fiends
While they pops preachin, moms teachin, they out in the streets dealin
Like if they knew of ya reasons, wouldn’t they both be weepin?
And it’s unforgivable, the unforgettable-violence
It’s too regrettable, the blue-and-red-devils'-sirens
I knew dealers, I knew killers and I knew buyers
I knew gangstas, knew wankstas, and was a liar
Ever since I got mugged, I’m 'packin' steel' like I’m 'back-in-the-foundry',  
Gotta be careful cuz these kidsll sell you crack-in-their-brownies
And there’s always desperate-kids, reckless-and,
Wantin to jack-all-your-bounty, all over the back-of-the-county
And I know a guy whose cousin in the Ghost-Shadows
Got booked for shootin-at-Jin cuz of the mood-that-he-in when he choked-battles
Matter-of-fact, each of my best friends is a batter-at-bat
With two strikes, one more and we’re all blasted back-to-the-track
Ever since the Wendy’s-massacre, Flushing ain’t-been-the-same
It’s late-in-the-game, and I’m so hot I can taste-all-the-flames
So many people-died, it’s a shame, cuz even evil-cries
How you think the kid at Columbine didn’t hesitate to kill quick like eagle-dives?

[Hook]

[Jallal]
Yo, kids starvin in Africa [I’m sorry], can’t even afford insurance
On a car I can’t even buy [Ferrari] and no one offers assurance
And now in the 'hood, the world gettin' paranoid
All scared cuz they thinkin does he carry a glock
In his apartment, and is he carryin' rocks
In his glove compartment?
He packin? what’s that bulge in his pocket?
Is he gon start clappin? Is it a gat or does it fire rockets?
The fire starters, Them true terrorists, and liars, partner
Tryna get that haram money, they die in part for it
Unh! What’s wrong with society these days
If you move ya hand, they call SWAT, but still so many G’s slain
Kids gettin murdered and jacked, they aint turnin back
But worse kids doin it and caught in the act!
Now is history’s most tough times, and still,
I suck up rhymes like swallowin pills
This my vitamin, it can be your daily supplement
Centrum silver, cuz I resent you killers, and I wanna be done with this






Everytime we Touch remix
[Cascada]
Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
Everytime we kiss i swear i can fly
Can’t you feel my heart beat fast, i want this to last
I need you by my side
Cause everytime we touch

[Rogue] (me)
Baby it may not seem like I’m a man for sweet-talkin/
Gotta keep my feet-walkin, gotta keep my skillz to speak-awesome/
But ride with me, and I’ma give you a treat-often/
And we can be together to the day we see-coffins/
My style is heaven-sent, but it takes two-to-toy/
And nothing is equivalent to your moods-of-joy/
If you’re happy, so-am-I, if you’re down, I wanna be showin-my/
Concern-for-you, I’ll freeze or burn-for-you/
Cross the Sahara just to learn-from-you/
Girl, you’re my godess, perfection in-my-eyes/
I wanna hold you close, even if I have to win-you-twice/
We belong next to each other, like 3-and-4/
So just gimme a chance, I wanna show you what I keep-in-store/

[Cascada]
Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
Everytime we kiss i swear i can fly
Can’t you feel my heart beat fast, i want this to last
I need you by my side
Cause everytime we touch...







this is about of course me and one of my best friends kevin luu from arcadia hs... kinda a summary of the past 2 years... yeah life's still hard and everything but thank god we had somebody to help us make it through the hardest times.. saved our lives... im not saying i dont still need someone hahahaha XP
but yeah.. if it wasnt for the love wed be long gone... the love is gone but we're still here cause it got us past all the bullshit..

also, here's a quote from kevin which will probably find its way into my next verse/song:
"death is inevitable.. welcome it as a friend, and it can't be your enemy..."
damn, kid you need to send me your freaking poetry i could go for hours off that shit..


so here:

Sample from "How to Save a Life" by The Fray (which btw is a pretty good song)


Can't find an instrumental and am way too lazy and unskilled to make my own.

two young teenagers, delinquents in school
quick to fight, never thinkin of rules
but actions are consequential
they add up to repercussions that's monumental
failing half of the classes,
expulsion's a very real option
parents get mad on their asses
and beat them trying to stop them
but it only creates steady hate
and by this time the kids aren't featherweights
families rent apart by misunderstanding and apathy to elevate
they got no one, both share the same views
fuck life, if this is the way it made me and you?
let's run, rob and steal for food and get guns
live on the streets,
be stickup kids cause a kid gotta eat
thank god this never became a reality
thank god there was someone who knew [sample: how to save a life]
thank god they saw past the record and were willing [sample: to save a life]
thank god they recognized the good and could [sample: save a life]
saw past the bad and showed love, that's [sample: how to save a life]
see, if it wasn't for her, we'd be runnin away
thank god they found each other before it was too late
now she's out of his life, but life's not so bad now
there aint so much strife in his pad now
life still sucks, and life's still rough
but i keep hangin on, knowing that one day i might blow up
passing for the first time in 4 years, that's why on school days i show up
i hope i can return the favor, find somebody and [sample: save a life]
i hope somebody can see my heart and love me, and [sample: save a life]
one love... that's [sample: how to save a life]










As promised... my song... inspired by my man Kevin's poetry..

Beat is Necro — The Dispensation of Life & Death
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_NXuIiAir8

Postmortem.
Yo,
My man told me, “death is coming, inevitably,
So welcome it as a friend and it can’t kill you as an enemy”
That’s the truth, and it be
Words of wisdom, so when you sleep with fishes like anenomes
You better be leavin a straight legacy
Those words were eons ago, it’s been ages
Now I’m free on this flow, flip through a life’s worth of sick pages
filled with rhymes, survivin times controlled by governments and dictators
One love to the supporters, my sons and daughters, critics and even the bitch haters,
Cause you kept me goin forever, reachin to infinity
My mic, friends, and cars, that’s my holy trinity
Got me through life, through fights,
through strife, now I’m staring at a blue light
At the end of a long passage, lookin back and,
I see my history, illuminated dimly as if by the moonlight
Think of the people I left whip-creamed as if in a food fight
It’s all said and done, wish I could go back and do what’s right
What I wouldn’t give to start over from the top? Nothing..
Hand me a glock and I’ll pop something, I’m not frontin
And I step into the glowing orbs, my whole past flashes,
From the happy times through the memories of gats blastin,
They say crap happens, but I hope I left a trail of purity
Evokin spirits and spreadin good influences lyrically
My empire is gone, man I’ve never been so poor,
I need my chauffeur back so he can steer for me...
Where am I going? No road map, this is past life, past death, postmortem, by myself and lost, like a lone orphan...
[sample: NaS is Like: “But what’s it all worth? Can’t take it with you under this Earth.. Rich men died and tried, but, none of it worked.." [scratch x4]
I see my family smilin at me, but nuh.. don’t trust 'em
I see God reachin out to me, but nuh... don’t trust Him
See I was taught when I was still alive, only trust yaself
Cause gettin betrayed ain’t good for your health,
So now I’m floatin back, ether in my sight, I see a scale weighin'
Pieces of my life, I know there’s Hell waitin,
But even if I lied.. I never hailed Satan..
So I gotta have a spot somewhere better, right?
Aiight, my karma’s been calculated,
I’m sent back as a ghost of my past,
The speakers blastin' words I wrote when I was mad,
I hear the fire and smile, knowing I left my mark,
See my family crying, knowing I still had their hearts
Even if they were opposed to this rap shit from day one
I stayed numb cause I knew what I had to do, it was real,
And I see my mans and my girl crying, for the first time in years,
They old now, but I’ve become live and young
Like the way I was when I met them
This is postmortem... I still can reminisce on when I was still alive,
Relish the good times, try not to think of fears
And if I’m facin a drought, I just need to drink my tears...














and the last..
unstructured poetry
sometimes it's nice not to be restricted by rhythm and rhyme

so many broken souls
the lost souls meeting at the crossroads of time
i myself am one
i know
but
theres too many more
who have it so much worse
i am nothing
i try to be selfelss
think about others
forget my own pain
but i cant
see how many times i keep talking about "i"?
what am i?
i remember new york
i know theres pain there
here seems nice
but i know the pain here
what happens when ftw, to you, means
... the world?
stepped on
nobody cares
why?
and i see you all
ladies.. haha
heartbroken
maybe he left
maybe he changed
i know the feeling
you see,
i, too
had a love...
so sweet.. but nevermore
what happened to me was,
i moved.
3000 miles.
i still feel pain.
this is a big part
what could have been
but i need to forget about what could have been
who knows what WOULD have been
where i would be now?
failing school... foster care... homeless... dead..
i messed it up
i know
thats another part
could you imagine
having to do something
that you would regret your whole life
and knowing
that you could have stopped it?
but its not all bad
its been good
ive met some people
done some things, seen some things..
and i remember
last week
power 106
the wakeup show...
sway&tech
there was a cat there,
no, a man
who did
the most amazing freestyle..
that i have ever heard.
it had no beat
no great lyricism
no great rhytim
but
it was powerful
it was from the heart
and it put things into perspective for me
all the pain in the world...
5 seconds of hell.
you can't imagine
so.. when i feel bad
i remember this
my life is good.
maybe not as good as many peoples
but a hell of a lot bettter than at least as many.
but come on people
we need to replace that pain
... one love.