But, this is too dope. Especially since it’s the man that the family is beating up….This man was caught with another women. Presumably, the family of the wife started their own policing in the form of beats and licks on the man and the sketelle. Granted, we don’t know the details, BUT, we do know that they’re filming this shit, probably for proof at Punjab’s version of divorce court. What a gully thought. Where you’re guilty till you’re proven a man…probably.

Personally, I feel the punjabi community spoils it’s young men….Mother’s spoil their useless sons, thinking they’re kings, while they do nothing around the house and answer their cells on their 1 hour per sunday day of piety at the Gurdwara. Im not saying they suck because they’re not religious, im saying they’re wack regardless…in and out of the temple. I see you with your gold Kara and Acura, pumping the shittiest music out of england, speaking broken english getting into drunken accidents fucking up public perception of ME. You can also argue, I shouldnt give a fuck about public perception…oh really? I should care less about public perception…when the cops come to your house because you’re beating on your women, and they regale me with the story while im trying to have a police check done so I can work at the hospital, public perception is a little more complicated than just ignoring it. Stay home and think about how wack you are, the cracker chicks you love at the clubs can wait……prolly not, they’ll go for the brother waiting at the bar.

I say, show me a male worth my sisters and nieces, and I’ll be convinced otherwise. For now, I think my breaks are shot, when I see you crossing the road…you are not my chaa da cup.

So, to this link, I say, they were easy on this motherfucker. He’s so ugly, I just want to chain him to a pipe in a crawl space, and release spiders on him…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7vCPokHwxI

I went walking with my boy chris on maisonneuve street near the village the other day. We cam accross this eclectic resaurant. I mean, you wouldnt have known it was a restaurant. We took a good 15 paces into the joint to ask what exactly popped off there…one wall was ornamented with every religious symbol you could think of while all remaining sides of the space were decked out in two tone chiffon and velour. All sorts of lights dotted the place and the owner greeted you with the force of a bad time in life…..

He warmed up to us…I thought the concept of the reastaurant was amazingly hilarious….He doesn’t know what he’s going to make you, or how he’s going to make it, and you have to finish your whole plate.

I ate there yesterday, and he gave me so much grief for some sauce left over….it was embarassing. Anyway, the resident hipster at this place told me he basically visited sikh temples to eat the free food….I thought that was so cheap and unattractive….

To all the beat heads out there, im sure yall know what it feels like when you come across some heat you orchestrated and forgot about…I just found this little ditty…

4321 – K-Os (Sikh Knowledge rmx)

I was once treated this way by someone, and took this tactic for myself.

RULE: when uncomfortable or in a situation you do not want to be in, the polite thing to do is to not respond.
ARGUMENT AGAINST: This is what’s wrong with the universe. I recently bore the brunt of this tactic and I can say with certainty that non-action is as cruel as malicious action. To stand by and watch someone expend energy over something you might just hold finality to, is mean and I will no longer have any part of it.

From now on, I will TRY and make my intentions and emotions clear in all situations I feel uncomfortable, or where someone might be depending on me to ping back. I will return packs of energy to the universe as they are served to me, the best I can.
I won’t stand by and shit on someone through non participatory behavior.

To the inspiration of this post:
This post is now permanent (as long as my server and word press are….) It’s not a spiteful post, but I hope it serves as a return of a pack of energy, you just won’t take from me.

Even non-action is an action…and I’ve been dissed too many times.

Check out the new one I just made…I feel like the guitar riff, pensive, mournful, but clear….

download here: http://www.divshare.com/direct/7787877-dba.mp3

Went to a bbq on saturday where I hung with a lovely group of young ladies who made me 2 veggies burgers. We talked and laughed, and determined that masturbation, like traveling alone, is NOT limited to the male species…(eh girls?)

My man Dinkar was there, and I was a bit taken aback when he exclaimed that the new Dilla album was sick….I haven’t pursued my search for other dilla step-children in a while. So, it pleased me to hear this…it renewed the excitement of love and summer in me…

still thinking about someone I miss.. :( but i am an artist, im going to let this affect me until a great piece of work comes out of it I guess.

Tonight, im off to buffalo to catcha 6 am flight to san fran where humble and I rip it in fresno (http://www.jakara.org/) along side other sikh artists like Mandeep Sethi (http://www.myspace.com/mandeepsethi), and GNE

Anyway Dinkar inspired a beat and hur it is….

dinkar4

blood claat..the link above didnt work

here you go

http://www.divshare.com/direct/7683955-d70.mp3

The last two months have seen me return to the center of my universe, or at least trying to. When I was a kid, I used to meditate morning and night whil saying my prayers. Im Sikh, so my prayers were these 15-20 minute recitations about how so many people sing about whatever God is but they can never know the concept no matter how many rituals they perform, shirnes they build, allegories they write…etc. I used to sit there crossed-legged and imagine that God was this bright light right under my sternum. I thought this light would radiate through my bones and heal me if I focused on it veraciously enough. I don’t believe in a God in the clouds, or an intervening hand that works by request…but I do believe we can tap this loving energy inside ourelves…Like a chocolate hadouken coming right from my heart!

Anyway, I needed some of this energy recently with shit in my spine….RE: My last post…I don’t have piriformis syndrome, it actualy WAS a hernia. I dodged surgery by a hair. a few weeks ago. But, im on the mend. Coupled with the recnt-break up with my lover, this shit has been my Mount Everest….

My spirits are mad High. Summer is right around the corner, and my boy Karma had a lickle hernia of his own, popping a sick little disc, so to speak…hehehe. It’s called Karmapolitan. The lyrics are on point, and the beat choice is mad choice. Im talking everything from the drum line form Back To Life by Soul II Soul, to Renee by Lost Boyz…Definitely for the summer and the ride.

Im currently on this little wonder pill called Lyrica, a nerve anti-inflammatory. It’s supposed to help epileptics stop seizing. All I can say, is that My pain is not so constant and my balls don’t hurt as much. A Spinal hernia is no fun. Lyrica takes about 10 days to start working. Most people stop taking it after the first 2 days cause they don’t feel any effects immediatley…but if you can hold it, the benefits are mad sweet.

About Karma…he has this joint I remixed…peep it. Sounds excellent in a car…

Ill edit this post with a link to karma’s site and a link to my remix…

The sciatic nerve is the largest nerve in the body, and splits into 5 strands that run from your lower back, to the tips of your toes. Sometimes, the sciatic nerve runs through the Piriformis muscle….if this muscle gets damaged (like when running), it can squeeze the hell out of your sciatic nerves, giving you a gorups of symptoms that fall under the name Sciatica…..which is what I have. One lady online described hers as “worse than natural child birth”…..I now know that pleasure, so feminists can back the fuck up. This pain has been seared in my mind…ill never forget it. In fact, Im in love with its thought, even though I never want to experience the sucker again.

Anyway Sikh’s waiting for an MRI on the 5th of May “to get diagnosed”. In Quebec, this verb means “to get rushed out”.

You would think this would give me plenty of opportunities to work on music……..I can’t sit, and I can’t stand for longer than 5 minutes…..Im laying on my back, but im not dilla. I can’t get an mpc by my side….I would love to. But, im also a student, and had to study laying on my back….

I need to get paid SOON. Missed 3 weeks of supposed work my boss keeps reassuring me of.

BUT, today was beautiful, and I feel another legendary mount real summer comming up with dope music, love, love making, and in my case, healing.