Last week I was bombarded with exams, quizzes and assignments…I was on the grind that most of us in, at least, Canada understand very well. I wasn’t really bogged down with creativity this time around. It always used to disturb me that my inner voice would have to be ignored to study these volumes of text just to get the grade….(..to make this paper and career…to ultimately be creative all over again lol)…Im confident now in at my age, that my inner voice will never ever leave…i just have to (a la Tucker) ShUt ThE FuCk UuUuP, and listen for it.

Anyway, in the heat of all these études I walk in to the kitchen to get me a snack…etc. I look outside, and there’s a massive, glitch-in-the-matrix, Carribanesque-Bampsi, spider right outside my window….

I almost expelled my cheerios. I noted to my father, “dad, look at that thing…, it’s so cold outside, like stop making webs already, there’s no more food”…..

My dad mysteriously disappears….I look around, he comes determined around the corner holding a spray bottle…”This guy is going to die” he said. Some pesticides are illegal in Quebec, so my neighbor pedals my dad some of the good stuff from Cornwall.

I was shocked, i never saw my dad so organized against a spider. Usually im the one screaming and he’ll grab a spider with his hand and throw it outside…( i know, i got shivers too)…

My man stood outside in front of this sucker and destroyed its home and certainly its confidence…The funny thing is my dad kept spraying this spider as if he was using projectiles….the spiders not going die right away…

“Stopp! That’s enough!” I shouted…”just give it a second to work”…no sooner, my dad went after a second one off to the side…

I said…DAD!

It was over. I havent seen a web since….

Last Saturday, Ill mestizo and I opened for Typecast and Preach Ankobia at Ptit Campus. Mestizo and I have been boys for years, but havent performed together in around 8 years. I had much fun….we did a few hype tracks…i busted out an instrumental I havent used before live…it worked out wonderfully (POSTED BELOW)

On Monday night, I went back to the Campus, this time upstairs to check Narcy and Palestinian hip hop group called DAM…

I was hangin with Tash upfront. Moonstar was spinning the night, and the Nomadic Massive singers were supporting Narcy on the Mic.

Now, I got to say….this was my vibe, my crowd, my everything. I would have LOVED to kill it with them on stage. Narcy aired the Phatwa video….DAM, killed it.

It’s interesting to hear how much influence western culture and Hip Hop has had on these three motherfuckers from a such a war torn land…

DAM stands for Da Arabian MC’s….I can think of at least two things wrong with that name, but no one ever said Boot Camp Click had amazing spelling.

http://www.dampalestine.com/ for what it is…

The Track me and mestizo flipped…..Dutty Monks –> DOWNLOAD

Humble got at me for this beat I posted on here earlier this summer called “drives a compressor”…naturally, I said he could have.

Funny where we come from, in terms of beat-priorities. It turns out that Buckshot from Blackmoon wanted this beat so badly….he said that “it was history in the making”…now, im not tooting my own horn.

But yes I am. I’d rather Humble rip it, and I help.

Vibe out.

Humble and I talk “LoveHer” –>DOWNLOAD<–
Production: Sikh Knowledge

Chorus: she's my mother daughter sister Lovher
(HUMBLE)
She hadn’t even seen 11 springs
More beautiful than autumn dreams
They said she’d grow up to be hotter than the summer
But she got chills, when she saw him,
The younger
Brother of her mother
Her drinks that liquid nerve
And he had the nerve to touch her
Then he fucked her
Blamed it on her beauty
Said he did it cuz he loved her
Made her keep the secret
And made his visits more frequent
So that summer never came
And those tears they never showed
But inside it always rained
Fast fwd to 16
Started doing anything jus to numb the pain
Cuz it’s winter everyday
Colder than December
She remembers his ways
She’ll never feel the spring again

(SIKH)

She could see the world from her daddy's shoulders/
feet aint touched the ground since never/
till he dropped her/…her sister and mother/
for the next release/ like a dilla fiend/but it wasn't beats/ it was weed/
…and sex and opiates, he's mad gangsta/
left her roamin the fields like Nebuchadnezzar/future shattered? maybe…/
but her mommy proves to be…/
an example a woman needs a man as much as she needs society../
bun'em/
a little fireball – she wants to be a psychologist/
maybe to figure out why daddy acted stupid/
maybe to understand why she clings to losers/
or mommy always looks like she's about to lose it/
or to earn that wage to make her feel safe/
'cause what her daddy gave barely covered what she ate/
a little queen for real with dreams and hopes as jesters/
my money's on the little brown skin lady with odds stacked against her/

she's my mother daughter sister other….

(HUMBLE)

They always say the 3rd time’s a charm
Clutching her stomach, she prays this one’s son
Otherwise, whats the sense in having one
2 daughters, fathers fed up, warned not to mess this up
as if the burden is all her own
another blessing of a baby girl means she’s not welcome home
he makes her go through it alone
a taxi to the hospital, she goes through it alone
Sunday night, no family in the room
To witness the miracle coming from the womb
Yet to their joy, a healthy baby boy
She declares him royality, cuz she already knew
And papa slowly learned
Raised his princesses to queens, changed his ways to better things
But the stains always remain
The change in her brain
She’s not the same
She can’t forgive him