Hip Hop...is that you?

Nuff Said.

~ L.McCall

Texts From Last Night

Wow. A lot of my friends always call me weird, because I find the most random websites and visit them regularly. Various hip hop blogs, picture blogs, gossip blogs, but now I have come upon the greatest of them all. Reality at it's finest.
Texts From Last Night.
This website features text messages from people from all over the country saying random things that most of us can relate to. I find it very entertaining when the other websites I visit are moving a lil slow...
Think I'm weird?
Know I'm weird.
Go on, try to look at it and not get addicted. I dare ya.
Since my discovery, I've decided that others need to join in on the fun, so will be posting my favorite text of the day right here on ohsolucius. Every day. Every night. Or whenEVER I get a chance.
Yeah.
Today's Text From Last Night:
(956): I got my half for the rent already.I called the cops on the drug dealer neighbor and got a 500 bucks as a reward.
LMAO. That is the WORST!

Peace & Blessings
~ L.McCall

WHO/WHAT IS HOLLYWEERD? "CHANGE"

Lenny’s.
12:13 A.M.
A variety of music blasts from speakers surrounding the bar as people socialize, drinks in hand.
I ask her, “You here to see Hollyweerd?”
“Huh?” She glances up at me, Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand. “Highly weird? What’s that?”

No, not highly weird, though that description fits them like a missing screw. Hollyweerd; a group that some would call a “megazord”— equipped with Demond “The Dreamer” Toney, Chris “The Love Crusader” McAdoo, Tuki Carter, and Jaye “Stagolee” Price.
But who exactly are these guys?
The Dreamer, 24, was born in Oakland California. He moved to Atlanta, and attended Georgia State University to pursue a degree in Film Production. The Love Crusader, 24, is a full time tattoo artist at the illustrious City Of Ink tattoo parlor. Stagolee, 24, who is originally from Alabama, has just been here for five years. Alumni of Morehouse College in Atlanta, Stago calls himself an artist, musician (he is also a member of the talented jazz group, Jaspects), and educator. Tuki, 27, was born and raised in Los Angeles. He is the co-owner of City Of Ink. I asked him if he was enrolled in college, and he smirked as he lit a joint with a Slim Jim tucked in his ear. “Nah…I quit.” He replied. “I’m a college drop out before Kanye.”
Some may ask ‘who is Hollyweerd?’
Or, better yet, ‘what is Hollyweerd’?
Allow them to explain it to you.
Stago says,” Hollyweerd is a mastermind, master group that can prepare everybody’s creative energies.” According to The Love Crusader, Hollyweerd is nothing less than a “talented group formed by 4 dudes with a common bond of dope music.” He continues, “We’re trying to have an outlet of music outside of what people are accustomed to. We were all in school and known as the “different kid”, may not have had straight As, you know…Bs…Cs…Ds…”
The Dreamer screams out, “Fs!”
The Love Crusader laughs and continues, “And its not because you were dumb. You may have been thinking about a song, or you may have been doodling. You may have had an imagination that you just couldn’t control. I remember as a student I used to draw on my tests! It’s for the people who were different, the people who felt they were a little bit weird, or didn’t fit in. This is music for those weirdos, man. Hollyweerd is change.”
That may be the most adequate allegation yet, seeing that both The Love Crusader and The Dreamer were born on November 4th, the same day America’s first black president was elected to be the 44th president of the United States of America.
Irony?
Many may wonder, how could such a random group of men bond together to form such a brilliant brand? Sadly, Nobody may ever know the answer to that, but what we do know is— Atlanta is known to be a very fertile mother to talented artists.
Hollyweerd is the newborn; Atlanta’s musical toddlers with promising potential.

SLOW sex...

I know it's been a while since you've heard from me...AGAIN. I suck...I know. BUT don't give up on me...please. I'm working on something, and I've chosen to not do anything else until I'm finally finished with that product. And I want it to be perfect. So once that is done, I'm going to shower you with a plethra (sp) of insight, news, and blah blah...

Please bear with me.

You won't regret it.

In the meantime...look back at what I used to do, say...that stuff is GOOD! I'm sure you havent read it all. The Bible was OLD, but is still good, right?

No, I am in no way comparing my simple blog to the oh so complex bible...but you know what I mean...right?

Check me out.

I have a surprise for you.

Soon CUM... :-P

~ Lucius McCall

Skin Deep

To my fellas...have you ever seen this FLY chick in the club, in the cafe, in the library, on the bus, train, or anywhere ever? From head to toe, she has it going on- everything you like in a woman, it seems she has- equipped in her outer appearance. From her legs to her lips, from her walk to her stance...She...is...BAD. You gather up your courage to go speak to her (or for the shy guys like me- you just wait for that chance to bump into her and have no choice but to talk), and when she opens her mouth you're just...like......egh.
Or for my ladies...have you even seen this dude who takes your mind off of the present every time you see him, and forces you to think about your future- with him? Maybe that's too storybook...so let me bring it down a notch. Have you ever seen a guy who seemed to be your type from head to toe- Swavor ("...mix the swag with the flavor-- yeah, you got swavor..."--J. Money) on point, so you couldn't help but want to get to know? You do your flirt thing, and catch his eye, and throw him foolproof hints that you want him to walk over and introduce himself...he may, but if he doesn't you walk over to him...aggressive...I like! You two start to talk, and as the conversation lengthens, your attraction to him lessens. He's boring, a square, or just not what you expected.
It's disappointing, and I've felt like this many times before.
It makes you frustrated...you wonder- 'why can't this person be as gorgeous on the inside as they are on the outside?'

Myths of Racial Perceptions

On Tyra's show the other day, the issue of interracial dating was discussed. The following quotes were said by the people chosen to confer this particular issue:

White Man: I would never date a black woman, not because of your skin tone but because of how I was raised. You have to think about what the kids would go through. I wouldn’t want my kids to go through what ya’ll go through.
Black Woman: No one understands how hard it is for a black woman. I’m educated. I was always raised to be able to take care of myself because if a black man didn’t want me than I would have to still be able to raise my kids and take care of myself. But what hurts so much is that even after accomplishing all this, black men don’t want me, white men don’t want me, Asian men don’t want me, and Latin men don’t want me. It is so discouraging because at the end of the day, I hear these stereotypes [about black women]-- I’m loud. I’m aggressive. I’m gonna beat my man up or whatever and that is not the case”
White Man: I think white girls that go out with black guys are sluts
Black Woman: Asian women are like black men. They step out on their community. He has issues within himself and he gets a white trophy on his arm for show. Black women are educated. They want a strong man basically we’re (black women and white men) are on the same level. We have the same goals
White Woman: I wasn’t brought up that way. I come from a Christian family. I was told not to date out of your race. My grandparents and my parents have told me not only once, but a lot of times that it’s in the bible that you’re not supposed to date outside of your race.

White Man: It’s sexually derived because stereotypically, black guys are bigger.

Understand that there are STILL people in the world who think like this in 2009-- the year our first African American president has been inaugurated.

You may watch this video or read these statements and believe that these orators are crazy. But due to our society, you may not be too much better yourself.

Succe$$ful?

I’ma be completely honest with ya’ll on this…
Yeah…
I don’t want an instrumental…I want the people to feel me.
Let’s go.

I want the money (money),
and the cars (cars),
and the clothes (clothes),
the hoes (hoes)—I suppose…?
I just want to be…I just want to be successful
I just want to be…I just want to be successful

But what exactly is success?
Is it breaking your neck and back, being constantly stressed?
Is it meeting your potential, or just being the best?
Is it helping people up, or knocking down the rest
-of the competition
just to reach your vision?
Executing all your plans and making decisions?
Is it Prada bags, Dolce shades, True Religions?
Is it flying high as an eagle, or flocking low with pigeons?
Ha…the questions still remain,
and no matter how much they owe, some people never change
So don't Depend on it—just hold in your bowels
though even from some shit may come some pretty flowers
Yeah… just make sure you don't swallow any bull shit,
because you'll start seeing and believing stuff-- aint that a trip?
The pressure tries to bend me, but I just laugh,
because I’m straighter than the bar of the 'S' in ca$h
Are there bars through the 'S' in success, too?
Be careful, or you’ll slip on world's filth and land in the cesspool
of people who’re in a mind stating that they want to be more
along with others who just seem to cherish sleep more
so they dream, and stimulate them with speech
--talking,
but never execute, so it turns out they were just sleep walking
Being passive is just failure is disguise
so make sure you get up, and wipe the crust out of your eyes
Touch your goals, place your hands on your dreams
and focus on exactly what YOUR success may seem to be

I want the money (money),
and the cars (cars),
and the clothes (clothes),
the hoes—I suppose…?
I just want to be…I just want to be successful
I just want to be…I just want to be successful

NFL player sitting in all this money
Asleep in bed with a warm spoon of honey
It may seem he has everything he could ever want
But that's false, because he knows he doesn't fully have her heart,
because the flash is actually what she really wants
All the money, cars, clothes, and jewels for her to flaunt
He lost his soul during his failed attempts to please her
Yet he only sees her smile when she swipes the Visa
Pardon me, the black card- her style stays ahead of the season
She just wants his money, yet he believes that he needs her
Not realizing that as long as the card works
She'll be more than glad to suck him off until her jaw hurts
Then she’ll comes to me whispering these sweet things
But her words are lifeless and hold no meaning
Baby, I'm afraid I'm smart enough to see through it
Though my whole life I’ve remained a C student
A Morehouse man just graduated, a degree in finance
But due to this economy, he doesn’t have a chance
With his piece of paper that used to get you piece of papers
Now his dilated hopes and dreams have been deflated
He’s hungry, but can’t get a single slice of the pie
And he sits back wondering “Why? Why did I even try?
There’re people that didn’t do a thing for four years—but play
And I’m now sitting with them in the same place—what a waste.”
How about the old man who made billions?
So focused on his work that he didn't have children
He lost himself on his quest to find fortune
And now he’s a lone soul trapped in his fortress...
Success?

I want the money (money),
and the cars (cars),
and the clothes (clothes),
the hoes—I suppose…?
I just want to be…I just want to be successful
I just want to be…I just want to be successful

They say to get to success, you ride a long road
With diversions, bumps, turns and some man holes
You may see people speeding, but you should move slow
So you don’t miss a turn, and end up in the wrong zone
To hinder misguidance, I have maps in my console
To lead me to the place that’s already forebode
I try to practice patience and deal with upgrading,
because I know that some roads and paths are always changing
Yeah…I look out the window in amazement
Knowing I can’t buy happiness with cash, but it’s a down payment
Keep your face clean, be proactive
Kicked denial out my car, though she was so attractive
Sorry, but I didn’t need that distraction
She was a fraction of amusement, I needed whole satisfaction
And when failure seems to be the only thing left to see
I’ll seal an envelope with faith, and send hope to my dreams.

~ Lucius McCall