Mack Is Wack!!

Have you ever wanted to do something so bad that you'd do ANYTHING to be able to? If so, you can relate to Mack. Mack's a young, misled, wannabe emcee, thus deemed a "rapper" by default. In a scene full of relentless veterans and unforgiving fans, Mack finds himself out of place and is all but literally dying to be recognized as a true emcee.

The area of expertise he hopes to become proficient in is freestyle battling; one of the more prestigious niches of the hip-hop culture overall, undoubtedly. In a typical freestyle battle, the two ideal combatants are sharp-witted, well-polished wizards of the literary variety, able to spontaneously formulate lyrics which make one another look plain foolish in front of the crowd.

Mack watches in awe as one of his heroes, Chino, destroys another defenseless opponent. "Wow, if only I could do that like he just did," Mack reluctantly ponders. This is the first organized battle Mack's had the guts to actually enter, and the pressure is beginning to tangle his stomach into pretzels. There's $200 to be won and, more importantly, respect to be earned.

"Mack vs. Chino!," the host exclaims on the microphone as Mack turns pale with fear, pulling his faded black baseball cap just low enough to cover his eyes.

As one of his "friends" pushes him from behind forcing him toward the front of the crowd, Mack trips over the front speaker monitor onto the stage, to everyone's hysterical surprise. The unruly pack of rowdy battle enthusiasts chants "Mack is wack! ...Mack is wack," as huge beads of sweat begin to saturate the pitiful boy's entire face, which now is redder than the last cranberry vodka that cheap bartender served him.

Chino spits his verse and is somewhat sub-par by his standards… The crowd loves it nonetheless.

Mack's turn, "oohhh boy," he thinks, realizing that he's about to be made fun of even more than he already has. 3...2...1... in a split second decision, Mack opts to recite a verse he wrote the other day instead of freestyling like everybody else does.

"Yeeaahhhh!!!" The crowd LOVED it in the midst of their drunken stupor, and Mack won the battle, the $200 prize, and the resp-....

Instantly, out of nowhere, one of Chino's friends flies across the arena with the stealth of a ninja and the force of a linebacker SMACKING Mack down with an overhand left to the center of his right eye.
Snatching the money out of his hand, the huge goon scolds, "aint no writtens here, punk!"

Mack was left crying on the floor of the venue and never returned. It just goes to show you, cheater's get knocked out.

-Sahtyre

monday, august 25th 2008, 2:30 pm

Life is only what you make of it. Nothing more. Ever. Keep an aura of happiness and hope around you every moment you can muster just one more breath keeping your physical alive. Nothing can touch you that you don't allow.
Personally, I'm sitting here broke as I'll ever be (hopefully lol), incurring more expenses that I probably won't be able to pay anytime soon as we speak, yet everything is alright. My roomate, who was contributing 4 bills per month to help my unconventional-job-having, eccentric, happy-go-lucky ass stay afloat just finished transferring his belongings from his designated closet in my crib to wherever his new home may be. For some reason, you're surprised at my general indifference to this change, knowing that I'll be responsible for another large sum of money which I don't have. Yet, you do not see where my focus lies.
I had a wonderful night last nite with some good friends, one of which is a great girl whom I can't wait to learn more about. I'm eating a delicious breakfast composed partially of leftover brazilian food another special friend brought me. I just cleared a debt with my homeboy for less than 50% of the original value. AND I'm living. What's not to be happy about?
Instead of catching myself up in this mechanistic realm ruled by monetary earnings, I concentrate on the only thing in the world that matters to me, happiness. If you're always dwelling on negative notions, you will be too busy to notice the plethoras of genuinely fantastic shit that may be available. It is all your will.
Regardless of all the turmoil that seems to slow you down, rain on your parade, and just randomly piss you off, look at the bright side. Only then will you realize that there is no other side.. "And light shall prevail". Be positive, I NEED you to.. and vice versa.

PEACEEEE!!!

Sunday, August 24th 7:57 pm

Why is it that you choose to be so falsely educated on the matters you pretend to know the most about? Is the very thought of somehow not being able to put a definite index finger on the tip of an issue so unbelievably horrifying that you'd really rather consciously deny it's possibility than simply widen your horizons and reach for the actual truth. Instead, you've carefully constructed a world-proof box which you run and jump into at the slightest anticipation of opposition. You say you have an open mind, and that may be true to a certain extent. But, is your outlook truly open enough to realize that, in fact, maybe you're not who you claim you are?

Every single thing we ever do is a pure expression of ourselves. The follies and faults you point out in all of the idiots around you represent nothing more than your recognition of the same destructive characteristics that may potentially lie inside of you. That being said, I don't necessarily mean you have to "practice what you preach", but at least be real enough to admit when you don't.

Nothing is going to stop you, but deviation may certainly slow you down, as it has thus far. Evidently, you are not ready to stop being who you are and start being who you want to be. If you were prepared to make that literal quantum leap, you'd do it. And so, when you do, you do. Or if you don't, then you were never destined for anything else, anyway. Good luck. I'm here for you all the way.

Project Blowed Presents...Swim Team starring in Ocean's 11 (Tracklisting)

19 Tracks of Original L.A. hip hop shit!!...available for $9.99 via paypal here

the official tracklisting is as follows:

1. INTRO
produced by Kuest1

2. GOLD METAL
produced by Kuest1

3. JOURNEY TO FAME (VERBS)
produced by Vann Clayton

4.CLUB ELEMENTS
produced by June

5. WEST INDIES
produced by Maestro

6. SKETCH ARTIST
produced by Sasquatch

7. THROW IT UP
produced by Kuest1

8. BRAIN DISEASE (OPEN-MIKE EAGLE)
produced by N/A

9. MASTER PUPPETEER (ROGUE)
produced by Kuest1

10. DIGITIZE ME (ALPHA MC)
produced by Maestro

11. SINK OR SWIM
produced by Maestro

12. SHE DON'T CARE (DUMBFOUNDEAD)
produced by Night Prowl Mike Gao

13. NEVER GONE (JOSELPH)
produced by M.I.C.

14. AFRICA (REDD FOXX)
produced by Alpha MC

15. DIVE BARS
produced by Press Play

16. CHUCKFOOLERY (SAHTYRE)
produced by Kuest1

17. I WANT IT ALL (LYRAFLIP)
produced by Press Play

18. GET OFF THE TRACK (RAW MIX)
produced by Flesh One

19. LAST CHANCE
production jacked from Pete Rock

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