<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:17:09.773-05:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Reality TV'/><category term='NIKE'/><category term='Performance'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='The Cosby Show'/><category term='Throwback'/><category term='Podcasts'/><category term='90&apos;s Hip-Hop'/><category term='Pics'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Freestyle'/><category term='New Flows'/><category term='The DL'/><category term='&quot;My Top 10&quot;'/><category term='Comedy'/><category term='NBA'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Nicki Minaj'/><category term='My Top 10'/><category term='Rhyme and Reason'/><category term='Mainstream Media'/><category term='Video Blog'/><category term='Mobb Deep'/><category term='Notorious B.I.G.'/><category term='Fabulous Misadventures'/><category term='The Miseducation of Franklin Rossman'/><category term='Lupe Fiasco'/><category term='RnB'/><category term='Porn'/><category term='Keri Hilson'/><category term='Downloads'/><category term='Jay-Z'/><category term='The RL'/><category term='X-Men'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='Health'/><category term='NMT'/><category term='Social Networking'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Co-Sign'/><category term='Circa &apos;87'/><category term='It&apos;s Such A Beautiful Thing'/><category term='Wrestling'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Ganstarr'/><category term='Lauryn Hill'/><category term='The British Invasion'/><category term='Fuckery'/><category term='Squeeze Radio'/><category term='Video Games'/><category term='Music'/><category term='ATCQ'/><category term='Instant Classic'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='Comics'/><category term='Nakia Henry'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Gear'/><category term='Vh1'/><category term='Funk'/><category term='80&apos;s'/><category term='Business'/><category term='Young Jeezy'/><category term='XXL'/><category term='OFWGKTA'/><category term='Class Is In Session'/><category term='Boyz II Men'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Teedra Moses'/><category term='Rick Ross'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Amount Boyz'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='In My Head'/><category term='Drake'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Nas'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Underground'/><category term='Eminem'/><title type='text'>Shakespearean Thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4177096474647565258</id><published>2012-02-13T20:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:45:31.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For That Special Shorty...</title><content type='html'>this one's for you! Here's a little joint to get you right for Valentine's Day, "Leading Lady"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="100" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=3602796364/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakeink.bandcamp.com/track/leading-lady-feat-sophia-lauren"&gt;Leading Lady feat. Sophia Lauren by The Incomparable Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4177096474647565258?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4177096474647565258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4177096474647565258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4177096474647565258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4177096474647565258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2012/02/for-that-special-shorty.html' title='For That Special Shorty...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4904950654118837120</id><published>2012-02-13T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:41:39.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"How You Market A Rapper With A 4.0?"</title><content type='html'>Although its been posted on just about every site that supports me, I've finally found the time to post it on my own blog. Here's the video to your new graduation theme song. Class of 2012 and beyond, celebrate!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NRwhjoy84SQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4904950654118837120?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4904950654118837120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4904950654118837120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4904950654118837120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4904950654118837120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-you-market-rapper-with-40.html' title='&quot;How You Market A Rapper With A 4.0?&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NRwhjoy84SQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7832557403719936330</id><published>2011-12-08T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T10:56:20.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Something 2 Believe"</title><content type='html'>Here are the new visuals for my lead off single featuring my accomplice in musical crime, Sophia Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/otfUbPOPSJQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7832557403719936330?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://t.co/X2f5kSgV' title='&quot;Something 2 Believe&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7832557403719936330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7832557403719936330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7832557403719936330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7832557403719936330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-2-believe.html' title='&quot;Something 2 Believe&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/otfUbPOPSJQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7112519062754598132</id><published>2011-05-05T05:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:00:47.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>"Take The Money"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thenqm.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/thefacultylarge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.thenqm.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/thefacultylarge.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a minute since I dropped anything new. Here's a gem from The Faculty's debut album Hard Lessons featuring myself, Persia, and the legendary Kool G. Rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type='application/x-shockwave-flash' data='http://on.hulkcdn.com/static/embed.swf' height='24' width='400' id='audioplayer1'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://on.hulkcdn.com/static/embed.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='soundFile=http://new.hulkshare.com/stream/0qvgcxvcptjw.mp3&amp;titles=The Faculty (feat. Persia, The Incomparable Shakespeare and Kool G. Rap) - Take The Money.mp3&amp;skin=sheep&amp;dllink=http://www.hulkshare.com/0qvgcxvcptjw'&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;param name='menu' value='false'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.thenqm.com/2011/05/04/the-faculty-feat-persia-the-incomparable-shakespeare-and-kool-g-rap-take-the-money/"&gt;NQM &lt;/a&gt;(shouts to Ace &amp; Junie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7112519062754598132?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7112519062754598132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7112519062754598132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7112519062754598132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7112519062754598132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-money.html' title='&quot;Take The Money&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1173012686419070588</id><published>2011-04-29T17:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:37:53.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lupe Fiasco'/><title type='text'>Lupe Fiasco: The 2nd Coming of Nas</title><content type='html'>Oftentimes I theorize about Hip-Hop, and occasionally drop a gem or two. Despite what many believe, the culture &amp; music is very cyclical. I've even made the analogy that Hip-Hop is nothing more than a high school cafeteria. Every superstar has a crew, and every few years, someone replaces a seat. For example; for every Busta Rhymes there's a Ludacris and for every Snoop, there's a Wiz Khalifa. You follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Nasir Jones summed it up best on Stillmatic's  "What Goes Around". Mr. Ether isn't exempt from a successor to carry his baton. Hell, if you're old enough to remember, even Nas was heralded as the second coming of Rakim. Which brings me to Lupe, who seems to be his heir apparent. I've followed both of them and their careers are eerily similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's begin with their 1st appearances, which were both features. Nas stole the show on Main Souce's "Live at the Barbeque" and was instantly immortalized for his shocking, "when I was 12, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus". Lupe's 1st big look came back in 2005 courtesy of Kanye on "&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/YkwQbuAGLj4"&gt;Touch The Sky&lt;/a&gt;". Furthermore, both of their debut albums were both counter movements to the popular sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://escobar300.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/nas_illmatic_pv.jpg?w=300&amp;h=300"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://escobar300.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/nas_illmatic_pv.jpg?w=300&amp;h=300" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there were ever a single Nas line that spoke volumes, it has to be on "Ether" when he recites "I am the truest/ name a rapper that I ain't influence". To fully grasp it, I'll put it in a tangible context for you. Pre-Illmatic, Hip-hop was popularized by Onyx's screaming, Das Efx's "bum stiggity", and Chip Fu's uber fast rhyming. Even Jay-Z was doing "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbbbmIrlmeY"&gt;that stuff&lt;/a&gt;". However, post-Illmatic, we saw a renaissance with more poetic flows and lyricism from Common, Biggie, Jay, Raekwon, and too many others to mention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe's Food &amp; Liquor debuted while Nas defiantly claimed Hip-Hop was dead and Dem Franchize Boyz had the world "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zp8wJSndyd4"&gt;leaning with it and rocking with it&lt;/a&gt;". I've always felt this was the beginning of what I like to call the "Great Divide" which segmented the community and artistry into 2 distinct groups: lyrical Hip-Hop &amp; non-lyrical Hip-Hop. As a direct result, people looked towards Lupe to be a savior of sorts, especially with the co-sign of Kanye and Jay-Z. Similarly, Nas must have felt the same pressure while crafting an album produced by the heavyweights of an era in DJ Premier, Pete Rock, Large Professor, and Q-Tip. Still following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the most interesting part of their journeys has to be the quest for mainstream appeal. Despite being critically acclaimed and viewed as perennial all-stars in the eyes of Hip-Hop purists, there's been a conscious effort by their labels to make them more appealing to the casual fan. For Nas, this meant pairing him with the Trackmasters, Lauryn Hill, video treatments based on Casino, and wearing pink suits. Lupe seems to be going through his own "Steve Stoute era" with the recent release of Lasers. While it marked a period of increased popularity for Nas by transforming him into "Escobar", he was also crucified by his diehard fans. The short term success became a long term fight for creative control and artistic integrity. It further escalated into disputes with his label Columbia and later Def Jam. Present day, Lupe's been going through the same thing with Atlantic and it's been well documented. It's taken the form of album delays, fan petitions, and what seems like outright discontent in interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama aside, they're both 2 of the best lyricist Hip-Hop has ever seen. Lupe has also openly stated that Nas' "It Was Written" was very instrumental in him rapping. But if you need further proof of how similar they are, just listen to "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71McnVwWPwU"&gt;All Black Everything&lt;/a&gt;" which strikes me as a modern day take on "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJ4fLUwC1T8"&gt;If I Ruled The World&lt;/a&gt;". Just food for thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be sure to leave comments on this post at &lt;a href="http://blaiseitup.com/"&gt;Blaise it Up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1173012686419070588?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1173012686419070588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1173012686419070588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1173012686419070588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1173012686419070588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/04/lupe-fiasco-2nd-coming-of-nas_29.html' title='Lupe Fiasco: The 2nd Coming of Nas'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7369916132254847737</id><published>2011-04-28T03:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:58:48.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Universe Speaks...</title><content type='html'>Listen. That all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7369916132254847737?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7369916132254847737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7369916132254847737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7369916132254847737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7369916132254847737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-universe-speaks.html' title='When The Universe Speaks...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7745975623365383291</id><published>2011-04-27T18:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:05:25.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X-Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>X-Ceptional</title><content type='html'>While the hype train is building up the Thor &amp; Captain America movies, it seems Marvel's other summer blockbuster has been under the radar. Considering the success of the 1st 3 films and the Wolvie spinoff, I'm sure the reboot will fare well. Fanboys, prepare for a nerdgasm. Here's a new trailer for X-Men: First Class &lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="576" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=25040515&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="446" height="324" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/nl/movies/site/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=25040515&amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/x-men-first-class.html?showVideo=1#belowNav"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7745975623365383291?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7745975623365383291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7745975623365383291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7745975623365383291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7745975623365383291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/04/x-ceptional.html' title='X-Ceptional'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2054018286125755848</id><published>2011-04-27T05:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:29:47.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OFWGKTA'/><title type='text'>I Salute Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus//1033579-odd-future-cover-preview-617-409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 412px; height: 510px;" src="http://www.billboard.com/photos/stylus//1033579-odd-future-cover-preview-617-409.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I didn't know much about them beyond Tyler the Creator's "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSbZidsgMfw"&gt;Yonkers&lt;/a&gt;" video. After a bit of investigating, I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-2_11mOIOY&amp;feature=related"&gt;Frank Ocean is ILLY&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78_loMbmKJ8"&gt;Earl Sweatshirt is a "spitta"&lt;/a&gt;. Call me a bandwagon jumper, but I like their courageous, unabashed, and unapologetic "we don't need you" attitude. It strikes a chord because its truly the rebellious spirit of Hip-Hop at it's core. I'm officially convinced they must know black magic or alchemy because they've seemingly turned 1 look into a performance on Jimmy Fallon, a billboard cover, &amp; an MTV special. Best of all, they've negotiated "the deal" I thought Drake or Wiz would've set the precedent for. And for that, I salute them: Congratulations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what their manager Chris Clancy had to say about their new Sony deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's based on getting the distribution deal we've always envisioned that allows the group to "sign themselves" to their own company and keep their masters. They will have 100% creative control of all aspects of their music, art, and release schedule with no 3rd party participation in outside business. Freedom and ownership was the whole point. Red and Sony know that its in everyone's best interest to maintain the group's authenticity and control. They built it, they deserve it. There's no cheesy hooks or fluorescent liquor product placements in the works...  It's about to be fun... and different..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This officially marks the beginning of the industry's apocalypse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uPBTEy9oOw&amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;Peep Tyler on the piano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.billboard.biz/bbbiz/genre/randb-hip-hop/odd-future-may-sign-deal-with-sony-s-red-1005154402.story"&gt;Billboard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2054018286125755848?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2054018286125755848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2054018286125755848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2054018286125755848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2054018286125755848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-salute-odd-future-wolf-gang-kill-them.html' title='I Salute Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4447902551285019123</id><published>2011-04-26T06:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:34:24.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Insomnia Worsens...</title><content type='html'>I'm either on the brink of insanity or the cusp of greatness. I'd obviously like to believe its the latter, but this severe case of insomnia is kicking my you know what. I can't sleep! I'll turn off the lights, get in bed, close my eyes, and even try "self-taught" meditation. None of it works. Its been going on for months now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just too many thoughts running amok in my head. I don't think watching Being John Malkovich on Netflix a few hours ago helped either. Between figuring out a studio situation, planning video shoots, coming to terms with strained friendships, incorporating a business, managing my career, figuring out how I'm going to magically finance all these endeavors while having money left over to eat, and find time to visit my nephew; it's getting progressively harder to balance things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute worst part of it all, is that I feel like I'm doing it myself. The other day, I called one of my closest friends and basically screamed on her for dropping the ball on plan/pact we had made. Then, I have other friends that are so preoccupied and self absorbed, they never ask the question, "does he need my help or can I assist him?" Yet, these same folks always ask things of me. I'm not mad, but I'm a firm believer that D.I.Y doesn't have to mean doing it alone. For the sake of clarification, this is a generalization, and not indicative of everyone I know. I'll always be able to count on Bert, Exlib, Val, &amp; JB for sure. Its just disheartening when people in the same industry don't move together as a unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I went off on a crazy tangent, but back to my insomnia. The biggest drawback is that fact that when I do finally get some sleep, by the time I wake up, I'm flustered, half the day has passed, I forget to do certain things, and I'm scrambling to catch up. It's really posing a serious problem for me at this point which is further indicated by the fact that I'm typing this at 6:47AM EST....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Good morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4447902551285019123?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4447902551285019123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4447902551285019123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4447902551285019123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4447902551285019123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-insomnia-worsens.html' title='My Insomnia Worsens...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6327962456149128949</id><published>2011-04-21T18:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:31.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIKE'/><title type='text'>Pacquiao NIKE Huarache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmCYktE3pPU/TbC4UDEx09I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Iu-LunxWCBs/s1600/nike-manny-2011-summer-footwear-collection-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmCYktE3pPU/TbC4UDEx09I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Iu-LunxWCBs/s320/nike-manny-2011-summer-footwear-collection-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598176991383770066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By no means am I a "sneaker fiend" or a boxing aficionado, but I know what I like, and these are right up my alley. They seem like the perfect compliment to a fresh summer outfit. They're part of the Manny Pacquiao pack (I love alliteration). Hit the link to see the other kicks from the series. Uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://http://hypebeast.com/2011/04/nike-manny-pacquiao-2011-summer-footwear-collection/"&gt;Hypebeast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6327962456149128949?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6327962456149128949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6327962456149128949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6327962456149128949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6327962456149128949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/04/pacquiao-nike-huarache.html' title='Pacquiao NIKE Huarache'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmCYktE3pPU/TbC4UDEx09I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Iu-LunxWCBs/s72-c/nike-manny-2011-summer-footwear-collection-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4347627749898667877</id><published>2011-01-24T03:17:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T05:36:19.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicki Minaj'/><title type='text'>Defending Nicki Minaj</title><content type='html'>I love Nicki Minaj. I don't expect anyone to feel as passionately about her as I do, but I despise folks that have already passed judgement without giving her a fair shot. I think "I'm a pull it out and piss on'em". Not only do I think Nicki is brilliant, but I think she's the closest thing we've seen to a complete rapper since Big Daddy Kane. She's lyrical, charismatic, conscious, a hit maker, gorgeous, and a marketing genius that gets the big picture (she launched her own lip gloss alongside her album). Not to mention controversial. She's divided the community, and that's the stuff legends are made of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TT1K7vwsDPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gKidk9WZKeU/s1600/nicki-minaj-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TT1K7vwsDPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gKidk9WZKeU/s320/nicki-minaj-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565687104793218290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few rappers, if any, in the history of our genre that have possessed all those qualities. For example, Talib is both lyrical and conscious, but he's not very charismatic; nor is he a hit maker. As much of a sex symbol as 50 may have been, I doubt fans viewed him to be a lyricist the caliber of Jay-Z or Eminem. So when compounded by the fact that she's the 1st relevant female in almost a decade, her accomplishments are even more impressive. "I dare you: Bambi" find ANY artist who can say they've not only kept up with, but oftentimes outshined Hip-Hop's  current royalty from Jay-Z to Kanye to Eminem to her Young Money cohorts, Weezy and Drake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my buddy over at &lt;a href="http://blaiseitup.com/Blaiseitup!/About_Blog_Page/Entries/2010/12/16_NICKI_MINAJ_-_%22UNDERPAID_or_OVERRATED%22.html"&gt;blaiseitup&lt;/a&gt; seems to question Nicki's debut effort. She says "production on Pink Friday is lackluster at best, the album lacks cohesion, and more importantly, I don’t feel like I know anything more about her besides that she likes to make faces, has multiple personalities, and  uses way too many  subliminal jabs". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I disagree, she's entitled to her opinion on the album's production. However, the argument that Pink Friday lacks cohesion is bewildering. From the opening track "I'm The Best", Nicki sets the tone with conscious fueled lyrics like "I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win/cause before they could begin, you told them it was the end/ But I am here to reverse the curse they live in". More importantly, it's reinforced throughout the entire album. Whether it's "Fly", "Save Me" or "Dear Old Nicki" she continually tells the story of a female overcoming societal stereotypes, Hip-Hop's misogyny, and the pressures to be successful. All the while showing vulnerability on joints like "Right Thru Me" and "Here I Am". She even discusses her father's crack addiction. C'mon Son! As the homie &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kaGUG9oE7Rg"&gt;A-Butta said, "that's what wrong with rap today, they don't care what I have to say"&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TT1LssaFHzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xJ2orkXC904/s1600/nicki-minaj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TT1LssaFHzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/xJ2orkXC904/s320/nicki-minaj1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565687945706676018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I'm not asking anyone to like her, but I think Blaise's arguments are unfounded. Nicki's shared so much of herself on Pink Friday that I know Jelani and Mikaya (whoever they are). IMO Nicki's not just carrying the baton for the Latifahs, Lytes and Lauryn Hills before her, but she's raising the bar for ALL rappers regardless of gender. Now I ask, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AQ4tjMFhKc"&gt;do you listen to music it or do you just skim through it&lt;/a&gt;"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4347627749898667877?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4347627749898667877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4347627749898667877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4347627749898667877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4347627749898667877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/01/defending-nicki-minaj.html' title='Defending Nicki Minaj'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TT1K7vwsDPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/gKidk9WZKeU/s72-c/nicki-minaj-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5883721005855609757</id><published>2011-01-19T02:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T03:06:45.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Ramblings</title><content type='html'>this post is exactly that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After venting a bit in my last post, I find myself being a groupie to the early sounds of Rich Harrison &amp; Amerie. They were such a great combo. Everybody wanted their sound after "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sELR5SLXABI&amp;ob=av2em"&gt;Why Don't We Fall In Love&lt;/a&gt;" . We literally saw &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WIsnC-h1d0"&gt;J.Lo&lt;/a&gt;, whose career was already on the downturn, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViwtNLUqkMY"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/a&gt; jack their swag. Great for Rich, who produced all the joints, but bad for Amerie. I still love her though. She's like 1 of 5 girls without much "ass appeal" that I've always adored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news: I had a great day with my longtime homie Blaise. If you haven't already, check out her entertainment law website, &lt;a href="http://blaiseitup.com/Blaiseitup!/Home.html"&gt;blaiseitup.com&lt;/a&gt;. She's smart, business saavy, and knows her $h!t! If you need any legal entertainment help, holla at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkxFWVGqUCg"&gt;Chrissy Snow infomercial&lt;/a&gt; BS. After a little thought about my last post, I realized I didn't cover everything I intended to. I forgot to say that if you took offense to my previous blog post, it's meant for you, you &lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265362166390&amp;c=Page&amp;cid=1265365111009&amp;pagename=vsdWrapper"&gt;PINK leapoad print panty wearing mother suckers&lt;/a&gt;. Grows some balls, gain some intestinal fortitude, and make something happen. Time is precious BITCHES!!!! That is all for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5883721005855609757?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5883721005855609757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5883721005855609757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5883721005855609757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5883721005855609757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/01/drunken-ramblings.html' title='Drunken Ramblings'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3995516565687419293</id><published>2011-01-18T03:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T04:12:01.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Well it's definitely been a long time since I've posted anything on my blog. I guess an apology should be in order, but I'm not feeling all that apologetic or empathetic for that matter. I will, at the very least, say Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally shaking the holiday cobwebs off which means 2 things; 1)my brain is racing and 2)insomnia strikes again. I was actually getting accustomed to going to sleep at a decent time and waking up early enough to enjoy a bowl of Cap'N Crunch while watching Saved By The Bell. Oh well.... guess that means more late night episodes of Married With Children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm done rambling, I guess I should start writing something remotely related to the title of this post. So over the past few days, I had a moment of clarity. An epiphany if you will. What's this wonderful revelation, you ask? I'm surrounded by a bunch of pussy underachievers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I know seems to have a talent of some sort and a "want" to do things, but there's no drive, direction, or action behind any of it. And in the infamous words of one Peter Griffin, "it grinds my gears". My concern here is a bit egocentric, but a genuine one nonetheless. How can I grow if I'm surrounded by spectators and not All-Stars? Shucks, how can they grow if they aren't challenged by me? Truthfully, there's only a few solutions to this problem; find new friends or do it all myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3995516565687419293?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3995516565687419293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3995516565687419293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3995516565687419293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3995516565687419293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2011/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4138414710576384426</id><published>2010-10-27T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:24:12.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incomparable Shakespeare - Wonderwall (Official Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/H_ipYz7oJBQ/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_ipYz7oJBQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H_ipYz7oJBQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4138414710576384426?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4138414710576384426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4138414710576384426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4138414710576384426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4138414710576384426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/10/incomparable-shakespeare-wonderwall.html' title='The Incomparable Shakespeare - Wonderwall (Official Video)'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1949744756405848106</id><published>2010-09-23T02:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:05:26.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Corner Men</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know there's been a huge time lapse since my last post. I guess I was on sabbatical. I'll be sure to update all the previous "NEW Music Tuesday" posts or you can alternatively visit my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Incomparable-Shakespeare/98767161880"&gt;official FaceBook fan page&lt;/a&gt;. If you're viewing this from my fan page, then subscribe to &lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic at hand. I'm in a space where I feel like I've completely gotten over any fear of failure or whatever remnants that may have existed. So while I'm still sensitive about my art, I'm prepared for the haters, negative comments, or just out right ignorance. The response to the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVcQJlgcsRI"&gt;"Skinny Jeans" video&lt;/a&gt; taught me that you have to allow people to voice their opinion, just as I had voiced my own. Previously when I'd see negative comments on a blog site, I'd always be inclined to respond. Not necessarily to defend myself, but to offer perspective. Nowadays, not so much. I've noticed I have a bunch of "corner men"; anonymous people that come to my defense and fight the "good fight". Just yesterday the 1st 2 comments on my &lt;a href="http://www.2dopeboyz.com/2010/09/21/the-incomparable-shakespeare-somethings-gotta-give/"&gt;2dopeboyz post&lt;/a&gt; were blatantly ignorant, but those that followed were not only positive, but addressed the fuckery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this because it's all meanigful. People are taking sides, and the lines are being drawn. The tides are changing, and as the homie &lt;a href="http://bkcyph.com/"&gt;BK Cyph&lt;/a&gt; told me, "people will see the difference". So to all my anonymous corner men, thank you. I appreciate it. The "undisputed" champ is HERE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1949744756405848106?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1949744756405848106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1949744756405848106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1949744756405848106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1949744756405848106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-corner-men.html' title='My Corner Men'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1362350464324272863</id><published>2010-08-24T16:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:15:52.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The British Invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NMT'/><title type='text'>Official "Hometown" Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G75A_OHrJf4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G75A_OHrJf4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1362350464324272863?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1362350464324272863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1362350464324272863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1362350464324272863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1362350464324272863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/08/official-hometown-video.html' title='Official &quot;Hometown&quot; Video'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8367504170823146519</id><published>2010-08-11T23:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:14:05.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circa &apos;87'/><title type='text'>Dreams and Dream Killers</title><content type='html'>Before I forget, the homies &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/circa_87"&gt;Digital Dao &amp; Mikey Fresh (Circa '87)&lt;/a&gt; just dropped their debut album "Dreams and Dream Killers" a few days ago. Check it out and download it &lt;a href="http://www.djbooth.net/index/mixtapes/entry/circa-87-dreams-and-dream-killers/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!!! I genuinely co-sign their music and their movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TGNz_dLah8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ImeSlOR9KNc/s1600/circa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TGNz_dLah8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ImeSlOR9KNc/s320/circa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504370703578335170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I never put you on to anything. ENJOY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8367504170823146519?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8367504170823146519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8367504170823146519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8367504170823146519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8367504170823146519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-and-dream-killers.html' title='Dreams and Dream Killers'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TGNz_dLah8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ImeSlOR9KNc/s72-c/circa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8839406140254754640</id><published>2010-08-11T19:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:26:39.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The RL'/><title type='text'>New Music Tuesdays: Week 2 - "ShakyBaby"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TGM5UYkkh1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1NLAywf1y2U/s1600/ShakyBaby+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TGM5UYkkh1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1NLAywf1y2U/s320/ShakyBaby+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504306191932884818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm a day late on my own blog. Don't crucify me. Here's "ShakyBaby" produced by the good homie, The RL. It's making it's round on the net, so please spread the word and show love by leaving comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="100" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=2860819663/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=2860819663/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakeink.bandcamp.com/track/shakybaby"&gt;ShakyBaby by The Incomparable Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm incredibly grateful for all the sites and blogs that rock with, co-sign me, and post my music. Here's a few other DL links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notquitemillionaires.wordpress.com/2010/08/10/oh-shit-its-shaky/"&gt;NQM post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2dopeboyz.com/2010/08/10/incomparable-shakespeare-shakybaby/"&gt;2dopeboyz post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesermonsdomain.com/2010/08/10/incomparable-shakespeare-shakybaby/"&gt;Sermon's Domain post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.onsmash.com/archives/42766"&gt;OnSMASH post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djbooth.net/index/tracks/review/incomparable-shakespeare-shaky-baby/"&gt;DJ Booth post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypem.com/track/1180635/Incomparable+Shakespeare+-++ShakyBaby"&gt;Hypem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafemaroon.com/listening-section/incomparable-shakespeare-shakybaby-audio/"&gt;The Maroon Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8839406140254754640?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8839406140254754640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8839406140254754640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8839406140254754640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8839406140254754640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-music-tuesdays-week-2-shakybaby.html' title='New Music Tuesdays: Week 2 - &quot;ShakyBaby&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TGM5UYkkh1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1NLAywf1y2U/s72-c/ShakyBaby+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1633936560638935046</id><published>2010-08-03T17:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:42:44.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Circa &apos;87'/><title type='text'>New Music Tuesdays: Week 1 - "Just Livin"</title><content type='html'>Starting today, I'm releasing a new song or video every Tuesday so you get your regular dosage of Shakespearean goodness. Here's the joint du jour by the dope duo, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/circa_87"&gt;Circa '87&lt;/a&gt;, called "Just Livin" featuring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TFiKw3DGLiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WWabmE6ntUA/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TFiKw3DGLiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WWabmE6ntUA/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501299516848352802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="402" height="48"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://twiturm.com/flash/twiturm_mp3.swf?playerID=0&amp;sf=zzf0w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://twiturm.com/flash/twiturm_mp3.swf?playerID=0&amp;sf=zzf0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="402" height="48"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1633936560638935046?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1633936560638935046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1633936560638935046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1633936560638935046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1633936560638935046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-music-tuesdays-week-1-just-livin.html' title='New Music Tuesdays: Week 1 - &quot;Just Livin&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TFiKw3DGLiI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WWabmE6ntUA/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5741604256186526833</id><published>2010-07-23T04:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:12:07.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Future Is Now!</title><content type='html'>I had a great day. Incredible in fact. Thursday, July 22/Friday, July 23rd will be remembered for many reasons. It wasn't debauchery filled or grandiose in any particular way, but it all felt RIGHT. I checked my barber, who's like an older brother to me, and we had a very revealing and genuine conversation. Jon Solo and I performed a song from our upcoming project to an incredibly receptive audience. The setting could best be described as AOL Studio Sessions meets MTV's "Unplugged". I later went to my boy's going away party. Throughout the night, I saw a bunch of old friends and met a few cool folks as well. The interesting thing about it all though, is the fact that I felt like I was surrounded by people who will positively influence my future. I'll end this post with a corny Ice Cube cliche, "Today Was A Good Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: To my new blog followers, thank you and what up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5741604256186526833?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5741604256186526833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5741604256186526833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5741604256186526833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5741604256186526833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/07/future-is-now.html' title='The Future Is Now!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4835275440112294846</id><published>2010-07-09T10:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:25:20.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The British Invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>The Invasion Continues</title><content type='html'>Lately, a lot of people have been hitting me up because they're just discovering the British Invasion. Some are close friends, while others are fans from half-way across the globe. To be honest, I think I've taken for granted how far its reached. I find songs uploaded on YouTube, my inbox has messages from people in Germany, Sweden, and London, and its even become the &lt;a href="http://www.freeride.se/video/niklas-eriksson-joss-2010-entry-/"&gt;theme music to pro athletes&lt;/a&gt;. The feedback has been overwhelmingly positive, and it means a lot to me. So I'd like to thank everyone that has listened, put somebody on to it, or just appreciated the music! Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TDc9xLhWfDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/muJMDBD9g0I/s1600/BritishInvasion_v03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TDc9xLhWfDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/muJMDBD9g0I/s320/BritishInvasion_v03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491926185717169202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djbooth.net/index/mixtapes/entry/silver-the-incomparable-shakespeare-the-british-invasion"&gt;FREE DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4835275440112294846?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4835275440112294846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4835275440112294846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4835275440112294846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4835275440112294846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/07/invasion-continues.html' title='The Invasion Continues'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/TDc9xLhWfDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/muJMDBD9g0I/s72-c/BritishInvasion_v03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3087012640230872081</id><published>2010-06-29T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:36:08.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Disaster</title><content type='html'>I'm in a rehearsal studio midtown with some incredible musicians and singers. I can't help but think everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3087012640230872081?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3087012640230872081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3087012640230872081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3087012640230872081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3087012640230872081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-disaster.html' title='The Beautiful Disaster'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4042854402567761795</id><published>2010-06-24T13:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:59:10.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rick Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay-Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jeezy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eminem'/><title type='text'>Rap Vs Porn!!!</title><content type='html'>We've all heard the comparisons; "The rap game reminds me of the crack game". My boy once told me that Hip-Hop is like the WWE, with its top stars fighting for position. Ironically, after he told me this, it became a headline in an issue of The Source magazine. Lately I've come to think of Hip-Hop like porn. On what basis you ask? Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no porn connoisseur despite finding Roxy Reynolds to be a BAD chick (insert Luda song), but I've noticed some commonalities. For one, they handle age similarly. In porn, when you're the new face, you're all the rave and the cat's meow. However, the minute you look a day over 25, you automatically get labeled a "MILF". Far worse is getting into your late 20s or early 30's because then you're branded as ..."MATURE". How awful? Hip-Hop does the same thing. In today's current climate we find a lot of young artist that find success with one or two singles only to disappear into obscurity shortly after a la Hurricane Chris. Longevity eludes most with the exception of Jay-Z or Eminem, but then they're criticized for being old and out of touch. It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand Hip-Hop has always been a youth driven music, but the truth is, the artist that penetrate the culture and stick around are usually older. Prime examples; Young Jeezy and Rick Ross. Both have been mainstays since their respective solo debuts in '05 and '06, but neither were spring chickens. However, there's always this negative stigma of being old. It's Hip-Hop's proverbial elephant in the room. Somewhere in people's mind they see rappers as being young, when in all actuality, the most successful aren't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all comes down to relevance. Every artist will have their day and hopefully a solid run, but no one stays on top forever. Heather Hunter and Janet Jackme can't compete with Jada Fire, but eventually her flame will out too. With closer inspection, the industries are different. A rapper may spend years trying to "get on" and may not get a break until much later into their recording career whereas new pornstars are sought after once they become legal. They're all treated the same in the end though. At a certain point, they become disposable and have to step aside for the newer face. I guess no one ever wants to bow out, but I've realized you have to be accepting and do so gracefully. At least then, you'll be remembered fondly. No one wants to be the dilapidated rapper past their prime or the pornstar with droopy titties and a vajayjay that looks like roast beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my thought. Uno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4042854402567761795?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4042854402567761795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4042854402567761795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4042854402567761795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4042854402567761795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/06/rap-vs-porn.html' title='Rap Vs Porn!!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-851538948201726290</id><published>2010-06-23T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:18:13.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Flows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhyme and Reason'/><title type='text'>Rhyme and Reason Ep. 1 (Architect Preview)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb8e2d96868a0f19" 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Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3361286667637254283</id><published>2010-06-18T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:26:10.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling GOOD!! New Flows</title><content type='html'>So I'm homeward bound and the sun is smiling on me. So I'll share the verse I'm composing as it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life's thrown me some curve balls&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spread my wings and fly where the birds soar&lt;br /&gt;But I'm smack dab where they knock birds off&lt;br /&gt;And the irony is, I stand in front of church doors &lt;br /&gt;So while I think we're on the verge of a world war&lt;br /&gt;I'm superficial, steady thinking 'bout Bergdorf&lt;br /&gt;It occurs y'all that my words worth more&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I change the world with every verse dog&lt;br /&gt;So when they start ask "why don't he curse for?"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll make sense like this is my "Earth Song" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the rest when the song is done!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3361286667637254283?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3361286667637254283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3361286667637254283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3361286667637254283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3361286667637254283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-feeling-good-new-flows.html' title='I&apos;m feeling GOOD!! New Flows'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6187513061623107281</id><published>2010-06-06T21:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:42:16.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Architect of My Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>First off, I love my people. I don't mean race or even humanity for that matter when referring to "my people", but rather my friends. They're AMAZING!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So late last night I'm on the phone with one of my favorite artist friends, Nakia Henry, whom you should remember from my most recent "&lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/search/label/Co-Sign"&gt;Official Co-Sign&lt;/a&gt;". As we're discussing our music careers and the nature of being creative, she makes an incredibly insightful comment that borders on philosophical and downright genius. She says, "we're all creators in that we shape the world around us. Whether good or bad, we have a hand in every part of our daily lives." Now as poignant as that statement is, I already knew this and most introspective people do too. However, what followed, blew my mind. She began to differentiate being "a creator" vs "a creative". As artists, regardless of aesthetic, we are "creatives", and unlike "creators" we naturally assume accountability for the lives we lead. At least that's how I interpreted it, but let me explain further...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference isn't just accountability, but more so the fact that "creatives" relish, appreciate, and embrace the control over their world. This translates into and ultimately explains where our art comes from. We aggressively shape our universe through art! It also answers why we're moody when we're not proactively creating or honing our crafts. Deep right? I know.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my half-ass attempt to make some sensible correlation between the post title and my new philosophical finding. Whether a "creative" or a beloved talentless counterpart, we both shape our own existences. On all accounts, we're the same. However, as a "creative", my happiness in life is directly tied to my music. In mathematical terms, if 1 + 1 = 2, then Shake/"creative" + music/(insert random art aesthetic) = happiness/Shaky in Wonderland. Excelsior!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've lost you at some point, don't worry because that was partly my intent. If you've extracted anything from it, even better. In great allegorical fashion, the moral of the story is, we shape our world. As Lyor Cohen would say, "If you're a rapper, rap!" Do whatever you love and own every moment of it because we are indeed the architects of our happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6187513061623107281?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6187513061623107281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6187513061623107281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6187513061623107281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6187513061623107281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/06/architect-of-my-happy-ending.html' title='The Architect of My Happy Ending'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-13492520075613725</id><published>2010-05-20T22:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:20:47.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The 1 Sentence Movie Reviews</title><content type='html'>Between recently subscribing to Netflix, whose streaming movie catalog is dope, and going to the theater, I've been catching up on a lot of movies lately. So to keep it brief, I'll give you my ... 1 sentence reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The horror franchise reboot's scariest moments don't come from the cheap scares or hack and slash violence, but rather the way it deals with the taboo and sensitive subject of pedophilia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iron Man 2&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this twice, I'm convinced that while mildly entertaining, it doesn't outdo the original and the novelty has almost all but worn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date Night&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A surprisingly funny movie about a couple trying to break the monotony of married life which leads to a far fetched date that occasionally discusses the issues we've all encountered in our own relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netflix and On Demand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A heartwarming re-imagining of Different Strokes applied to football, that Disney and Mrs. Garrett would be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wackness&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A cool coming of age story set to the tunes of mid 90's Hip-Hop that details a teen drug dealer's pursuit of a hot girl, who happens to be the step daughter of his newly befriended therapist/customer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunshine Cleaning&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The once popular girl in high school realizes that in adulthood, her counterparts have become more successful, and decides to start a bizarre cleaning business to raise money for her son's tuition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julie and Julia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;An entertaining film that simultaneously tells the story of an aspiring writer turned blogger that dedicates herself to doing every recipe in her idol, Julia Child's 1st cook book, and Child's own rise to fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there you have it, my 1 sentence reviews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-13492520075613725?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/13492520075613725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=13492520075613725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/13492520075613725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/13492520075613725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-sentence-movie-reviews.html' title='The 1 Sentence Movie Reviews'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-371520993810516533</id><published>2010-05-20T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:48:16.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Shout Out</title><content type='html'>So I'd like to thank everyone that took a moment to simply wish me a Happy Birthday. We're far removed from the times when our phones would be ringing off the jack with b-day wishes, let alone actually remembering people's phone numbers by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of it all, technology conveniently reminds us through social networking like Facebook to say it. I love getting the huge influx of messages from people I haven't seen or spoken to in ages. Its a simple reminder that whether we play prominent roles in their lives today or not, as some point we did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally at the stroke of midnight, I got a text from one of my close homies, wishing me a happy b-day. I then got a really sweet voice message sent via BBM that wished me a good one. I woke up to a voicemail from a friend, whom I should, but don't speak to frequently, that sung me Happy Birthday. My boy called me from work, and so on and so on. Even in the eleventh hour, I was still getting messages and texts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention all of this to say, I truly appreciate that moment in time, regardless of our relationship, that people take to either call, text, email, or BBM birthday wishes. The simple acknowledgement is meaningful and makes me feel significant. It may not mean much to many, but its a reminder that we've impacted each other's lives in some way, shape, or form. I have close to 500 "so-called" friends on FB, but I actually know about 475 of them personally. Granted our relationships vary widely from person to person, but I appreciate the minute it takes for an acquaintance to say hi as much as the close friend. It's the thoughtfulness that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lifelong friend, whom I don't speak to nearly as much as I should, text me at 6 PM and apologize for not sending birthday greetings earlier. It made me smile b/c I thought, its never too if you remember. So to all of y'all, thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep up with my ramblings, you know this year has been tough for me. Really tough, and little things like b-day shouts make my days easier. So to my roommate/bestie, Val, thanks for taking me out. To Sir Dubs, thanks for joining us... And to everyone else, I'm grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-371520993810516533?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/371520993810516533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=371520993810516533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/371520993810516533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/371520993810516533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-shout-out.html' title='The Birthday Shout Out'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5994311938508006273</id><published>2010-05-18T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:20:17.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference A Year Makes</title><content type='html'>As I walk back to Farragut PJs on this rainy night, I'm literally minutes away from another b-day. I can't help but think, what a year. Just about everything I've come to know has changed... And dramatically. Former friends have become faded pictures, some acquaintances have proven to be loyal friends, and others have cemented, what I believe to be, lifelong relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a tough transition all around but I'm grateful for all the experiences, heartache, and life altering moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are gettin numb because its much colder than it should be for this time of year. Damn, its breezy. Anyway, here's to another year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on behalf of the academy, I'd like to sincerely thank all my co-stars and supporting cast for amazing performances in this God directed film we call "Life".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5994311938508006273?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5994311938508006273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5994311938508006273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5994311938508006273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5994311938508006273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/05/difference-year-makes.html' title='The Difference A Year Makes'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7829185388034734850</id><published>2010-05-17T07:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T07:37:46.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hi Haters, I'm Back Off Hiatus"</title><content type='html'>Its almost been an entire month since my last post. Wowzers!!! I've obviously been going through a bit. I needed a timeout to recollect my thoughts. As I sit at this bus station, I'm realizing I can't stress what's not happening with my music right now, but rather focus on forward progression. I'm slowly starting to realize my conundrum. Sometimes I've thought to myself that my team is not as strong as it should be. Then I say to myself, "who am I fooling? There is no team." That's not to say there aren't dedicated people to the Shakespearean cause, but there isn't a concentrated effort by everyone to get it off the ground. All I can do is show the naysayers and doubters what they don't see, and paint them the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get my Bob Ross on. Watch me put this nice little star right where it belongs in the sky... Ya dig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7829185388034734850?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7829185388034734850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7829185388034734850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7829185388034734850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7829185388034734850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-haters-im-back-off-hiatus.html' title='&quot;Hi Haters, I&apos;m Back Off Hiatus&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3144950884128912276</id><published>2010-04-22T04:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T04:52:45.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Finding  A Solution...</title><content type='html'>So as usual, I'm up in the wee hours of the morning and my mind is racing. I'm frustrated. I'm inspired. I'm disheartened. I'm optimistic. I'm clueless!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music!!! I think this is common knowledge to most people that know me. I'm also good at what I do. However, there's a huge disconnect. Late last summer, the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVcQJlgcsRI"&gt;"Skinny Jeans"&lt;/a&gt; video did 20,000 views on YouTube in 2 weeks, and it didn't even get posted on Hip-Hop's most popular blog. I understand that it was controversial which helped, but look at my peers' videos and compare their stats. Not to toot my own horn, but comparatively speaking, they're not close. A few months later, I dropped &lt;a href="http://www.djbooth.net/index/mixtapes/entry/silver-the-incomparable-shakespeare-the-british-invasion/"&gt;The British Invasion&lt;/a&gt; and it was critically received. I remember checking my email and getting a Google alert informing me&lt;a href="http://blog.mtviggy.com/2009/12/24/brooklyns-the-incomparable-shakespeare-remixes-oasiss-wonderwall/"&gt; MTV posted it&lt;/a&gt;! Despite these small milestones, what does it all mean? You would think this would translate into something more, but as I type this I still only have a couple hundred fans and followers on Facebook and Twitter respectively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are the thousands that viewed the vid or the thousands that downloaded the Invasion? Hence, the disconnect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be doing something wrong. Seriously, I must. I'm amazed that when the keywords "the + incomparable" are typed into Google, I'm suggested before Christ. If you don't believe me, check for yourself *Smh* The world we live in!!! With all this said, when will I crack the glass ceiling? There's obviously some type of buzz or momentum, but what do I need to do to transition? Do I need a superstar co-sign? Am I working with the wrong people? Am I not doing enough? I'm stumped, and it just doesn't make much sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, anybody...help me find a solution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3144950884128912276?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3144950884128912276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3144950884128912276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3144950884128912276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3144950884128912276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/04/finding-solution.html' title='Finding  A Solution...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3677231595145862091</id><published>2010-04-11T03:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:58:00.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Sick...</title><content type='html'>Hence why I haven't posted anything in a while. Just give me a few days to collect my thoughts, and I'll surely have someting to ramble on about. For now, enjoy "Rugby, Knits, &amp; Polos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKsrWq-hfWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pKsrWq-hfWY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3677231595145862091?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3677231595145862091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3677231595145862091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3677231595145862091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3677231595145862091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-sick.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Sick...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7671159513975453457</id><published>2010-03-29T19:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:39:44.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cosby Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Invisible Characters We Love</title><content type='html'>I'm an 80's baby. The term is used a bit too loosely these days with the retro resurgence going on, but I lived through the Reagan era as a child. So if you're unfamilar with Oliver North, The Care Bears, Punky Brewster, and/or Garbage Pail Kids, you don't count!! Along with the crack epidemic, everyday I witnessed the fried egg &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nl5gBJGnaXs"&gt;commercial which illustrated what my brain on drugs &lt;/a&gt;would look like. Besides the huge strides that Hip-Hop made towards the latter half of the decade, the 80's also brought us the now deceased half hour sitcom. Oh, how I loved these sitcoms!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many to mention, and despite how cheesy some of them may have been, the writing was dope. I think the proof is in the "invisible characters" we never saw but came to know. For me, the first and one of the most memorable was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePl_PEJKdTc"&gt;"The Gooch"&lt;/a&gt; from Different Strokes. He was the bully that tortured Arnold during his academic career. It wasn't until later seasons that "The Gooch" would be casted and become a reoccurring character who was played by Forrest Whitaker!! Before that point though, "The Gooch" was simply the bully whose whoop asses and teasing we heard about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, my favorite show of that era, and even into the early 90's, was The Cosby Show. Yeah the casting may have been a bit off when &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJd495hjyQQ"&gt;Sondra's date in an earlier episode would later become Denise's future husband and Olivia's dad &lt;/a&gt;(around the 8:30), but TV has no memory right? I think the 2 most famous invisible characters have to be fashion designer, Gordon Gartrell, and the lesser known, Eunice Chantilly. I'll assume you all know Gordon, so I'll focus on Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated, Eunice was Cliff's "other" high school sweetheart. In tons of episodes, Claire references "Eunice" and we easily see her distaste for her longtime arch nemesis. Similar to "The Gooch", she played a huge part in the show's mythology, and that's a testament to the great writing. We know them, their histories, their personality traits, yet we never saw them. Long live the 30 minute sitcom and all of it's "invisible characters".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7671159513975453457?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7671159513975453457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7671159513975453457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7671159513975453457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7671159513975453457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/invisible-characters-we-love.html' title='The Invisible Characters We Love'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2177996962507578625</id><published>2010-03-29T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:56:30.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got....</title><content type='html'>things to blog about...give me a sec!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2177996962507578625?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2177996962507578625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2177996962507578625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2177996962507578625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2177996962507578625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got.html' title='I&apos;ve got....'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8278990815594981554</id><published>2010-03-24T02:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:13:50.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Clueless: The Relationship Edition</title><content type='html'>So after a lengthy convo with my bestie, T, I've realized that I'm severely lacking in the area of male/female relations. Now all things considered, I understand the whole women are from Venus/men are from Mars thing. However, I'm on an entirely different plane. I've had to seriously ask myself, "what contributes to this shortcoming"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after alot of thought, a couple failed relationships, and even more blank stares, I've come up with a few hypotheses. First is the fact that I'm clueless. Unless a girl is overtly blatant in her attempts to get my attention, I probably won't notice. Furthermore, even if she gets it, I'm too naive to think it's anything more than casual convo. Flirting translates as nothing to me because I think 75% of women do it for kicks without any genuine interest in the dude. (such evil games you women play &amp; this stat comes from my observations while out drinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I attended an all boys high school. There were obvious academic advantages to this. Plus I'm a firm believer that if you add woman to any equation, the nature of men and their behavior change. But when I think about this now, I realized that I missed out on crucial social interactions during an even more critical developmental stage; puberty. DAMN!!! Although I dated and was pretty popular at the neighboring all girl schools, this ultimately means that I missed out on tons of buns. It's a good thing though. I'm a better guy for it, and I'm not a man whore like some of my other friends. On the flip side, I've also been a serial monogamist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all reality I've never had problems with girls liking me or finding decent girls to date, but I know something is off. For example, I've been in, let's say 3, "real" relationships and in all cases the girls pursued me. Regardless of how charming or cool I may see myself, I think there's something awkward with never having chased a girl. It's created a lackadaisical and even more clueless person that expects to be chased instead of the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now In adulthood, I find myself not knowing how to properly deal with women. Can I spark convo, get a number, and get laid? Sure!! However it seems as if more is missing. What happens when a woman throws weird signals, like they typically do, or plays "hard to get"? I'm the type that will fall back and assume there's nothing instead of being the aggressor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always subscribed to the "be yourself &amp; keep it honest" aesthetic in which you're vocal about your feelings. Thing is, in adulthood, people still play games!!! (Oh yes they do!) There's this unspoken power struggle instead of "ok I feel you too. What's next." I just never understood the reason for the trivial games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost positive there have been women that were into me and I had no clue! Actually... I remember girls at different times, usually the most uneventful, telling me they either had crushes on me, were goo goo ga ga over me, or straight thought "I could get it". Thing is, I know myself. I've never been the smooth dude. I've always been the cool/swaggerific dude, but never the smooth dude. So where does that leave me now? Still clueless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Lol. JOKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!! Discuss it, debate it, share it, and laugh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8278990815594981554?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8278990815594981554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8278990815594981554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8278990815594981554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8278990815594981554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/clueless-relationship-edition.html' title='Clueless: The Relationship Edition'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3521142014293499394</id><published>2010-03-22T15:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:50:09.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 3/22/10</title><content type='html'>-my shoulder is in excruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;-How To Make It America is my $H!T!!!&lt;br /&gt;-John Robinson aka Lil Sci is one of the realest rappers I know&lt;br /&gt;-speaking of rappers I know, what up FWMJ&lt;br /&gt;-I got some really encouraging words this morning after someone listened to The British Invasion for the first time&lt;br /&gt;-too much new music to record...&lt;br /&gt;-I've been a studio rat the past few weeks, which means tons of new music to unleash on the world&lt;br /&gt;-DAMN, My shoulder hurts!! I need a massage&lt;br /&gt;-RTNC and I have a very dope and eclectic project we're working on&lt;br /&gt;-I'm driven like never before, but doubt is starting to creep in&lt;br /&gt;-I keep reminding myself of that damn Drake line, "Never forget the moment you began to doubt, transitioning from fitting in to standing out"&lt;br /&gt;-I've been teaching myself new things so I don't have to rely on others &lt;br /&gt;-Potential...I'm looking your way. Still got love for you homie. LOL&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not sure if I missed anything by not being at SXSW&lt;br /&gt;-maybe I did, but it felt like NY just went down to Texas&lt;br /&gt;-you know, like Miami carnival&lt;br /&gt;-Oh well....that all&lt;br /&gt;-Oh no wait...new single &amp; video coming soon!!! YAY for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3521142014293499394?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3521142014293499394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3521142014293499394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3521142014293499394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3521142014293499394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-thoughts-32210.html' title='Random Thoughts 3/22/10'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6014790290906095335</id><published>2010-03-16T06:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:58:40.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Top 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mainstream Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay-Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notorious B.I.G.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XXL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s Hip-Hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><title type='text'>My Top 10: Rap is Like the NBA: '94 Draft Edition</title><content type='html'>So in the past 3 years, XXL magazine has done 2 groundbreaking, yet controversial covers that give shine to up and comers. For some oddball reason, the Hip-Hop community, mostly frustrated artists, complain about their respective choices. I think that 1) the publication should be applauded because no other mag has done something so avant garde, and 2)the staff shouldn't be crucified for their choices because there must be a definitive criteria for consideration. Granted, they dropped the ball with the notable absence of Drizzy in '08, but the truth is, homie's buzz grew exponentially towards the later half of the year which could explain why he missed it. However, to put thing in perspective, I've compiled my Top 10 Draft for what many consider one of the last seminal years in Hip-Hop; 1994. The results may surprise you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criteria:&lt;br /&gt;1: No SOLO releases prior to 1994 (Sorry Common &amp; The Roots)&lt;br /&gt;* Rank is based on overall buzz, hype, and relevance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Method Man - his team was unquestionably the biggest thing going in Hip-Hop at the time and everyone was anticipating his solo release after the gargantuan single based on his moniker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Nas - the underground rallied around him, mainstream hailed him the new Rakim to a post Das EFX/Onyx era, and he had the co-sign of every super producer of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Notorious B.I.G - The star power of Bad Boy captured the hearts of Hip-Hop fans with underground gems like "Party &amp; Bullshit", "Dreams" and guest appearances alongside the Queen of R&amp;B/Soul, Mary J. Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Jeru The Damaja - after countless appearances alongside Hip-Hop mainstays, Gangstarr, Jeru was set to release a classic produced exclusively by Preemo. Not to mention his single "Come Clean" sent waves through Hip-Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Warren G. - yup, we seem to have collectively forgotten that "Regulate" was one of the biggest records of the year, and it didn't hurt either that he was affiliated with Dr. Dre, Snoop, and Death Row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Da Brat - Jermaine Dupri was set to prove that Kris Kross and TLC were no flukes, and he sure did with his female Snoop. Between "Give It To You" &amp; "Funkdified", homegirl's debut was set to establish a new precedent for females. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: OutKast - with a single whose title is too long to spell out, I'll just say that ATL's premier group brought an entirely new sound that hadn't been heard on a national level in Hip-Hop yet. Thank goodness for these 2 southern boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Craig Mack - Project Funk Da World may not have had the impact that he anticipated, but it produced 2 hits, 1 bonafied classic, and 1 of the best remixes ever in Hip-Hop. I'd be lying if I said that the Easy Mo Bee produced track "Flava In Ya Ear" still isn't DOPE as hell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Keith Murray - The Def Squad must have sure been proud when their fellow member broke out the gate with a classic like "The Most Beatifullest Thing In The World". Though he used words out of context, made little to no sense, his rhymes sure sounded ill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Smif N Wessun - Though their debut wouldn't drop until '95, they sure rode the momentum of Black Moon. The singles "Bucktown", Wreckonize" and "Wone Time" were already certified underground classics, and the group would further penetrate the mainstream with the memorable back and forth on Mary's "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Notice anything? For one there are some noticeable absences like M.O.P, who began making noise. There was also Mic Geronimo, who's single "It's Real" was smashing NY. AZ's appearance on ILLMATIC generated a similar buzz to Nas' on "Live at the Barbeque", but wasn't enough to qualify. Most notably is the man that would basically define the next 12-14 years in Hip-Hop, Mr. Sean Carter. Although he had singles that made noise, he wasn't THAT dude at that moment, and couldn't crack the top 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as in the NBA, it doesn't always pay to be "numero uno" or in the Top 10 at all a la Glenn Robinson, Kwame Brown, and "Mr. Ether" himself, Sam Bowie. Take note folks. You can get your panties in a bunch, but nobody can predict the future, not even XXL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and debate...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6014790290906095335?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6014790290906095335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6014790290906095335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6014790290906095335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6014790290906095335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-top-10-rap-is-like-nba-94-draft.html' title='My Top 10: Rap is Like the NBA: &apos;94 Draft Edition'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6536222433145813350</id><published>2010-03-12T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:35:13.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s Hip-Hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squeeze Radio'/><title type='text'>I'm Over It!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I'll begin by saying congrats to Sucio Smash on celebrating 7 years at WKCR. He's taken the reigns from underground luminary, Bobbito "DJ Cucumber Slice" Garcia, and has helped keep the "underground" alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm disgusted!!! I feel like the entire scene suffers from this elitist attitude which ultimately keeps it from growing. As I waited to participate in the festivities, and even as I got behind the mic, I realized I no longer wanted to be a part of this scene. My fondest memories of underground radio were those of &lt;a href="http://illdoctrine.com/"&gt;Jay Smooth&lt;/a&gt; introducing me to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQcSoE1bt_A"&gt;Keith Murray's "Most Beautifullest Thing In The World"&lt;/a&gt; or Martin Moore &amp; Meyhem breaking Junior Mafia's "Players Anthem". I fondly remember having my cassettes ready to catch Natural Elements cipher on Stretch &amp; Bob. NY underground radio used to be instrumental in breaking the future stars of tomorrow. Their play list would be something like this; new Nas, new Roots, a relative unknown named J-Live, new Redman, new Natural Elements, new G Rap, and pre Reasoonable Doubt Jay-Z. The aforementioned play list is the furthest from an accurate representation of today's underground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the game has changed, but what made it so dope is missing. I'm not sure who's to blame; the fans or the DJs? Somewhere towards the mid to late 90's there was this shift to "preserve authentic Hip-Hop" amidst the Puff era, but something went awry. Isn't this the same scene that gave us Eminem, Mos Def, and Common? They've obviously lost their way, and I feel this was blatantly apparent last night. It's become progressively harder for me to listen to these shows when Funk Master Flex of Hot 97 does a 90's mix that's more reflective of underground Hip-Hop than the current mainstays. Instead of hearing the "next" Buckshot or being introduced to the next "King of NY", I'm left with some abstract, super lyrical, incomprehensible song about planets and toilet paper. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was ecstatic to see Homeboy Sandman rhyme next to General Steele and Rock of BCC and underground favorite, Pharaoh, everything else was a bit disappointing. As I listened to several talented emcees spit endless bars, I kept thinking, "this isn't it". These ciphers won't become the stuff of legends like "Jay-Z and Big L's? This isn't remotely close to that legendary night The Roots rocked NYU's radio show with a who's who of NY hottest like Lord Tariq and Sadat X. While I respect most of the emcees, with the exception of a notable performance by Cymarsahll Law, it was disheartening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear that NY's Hip-Hop scene is in shambles and is dire need of help, but it begins on the underground level. If the DJs don't partially accept accountability for not cultivating potential talent and ushering the future stars, NY Hip-Hop will continue to be irrelevant. Especially when foreigners like Pill and B.O.B are beginning to fit the bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6536222433145813350?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6536222433145813350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6536222433145813350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6536222433145813350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6536222433145813350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-over-it.html' title='I&apos;m Over It!!!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2532669550881255673</id><published>2010-03-11T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:08:44.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome: New Challenger</title><content type='html'>If you ask me, I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been challenged. Not so much in the conventional sense of competition, but I've been forced to look at myself. Realizing that I have to be a reflection of what I'm attracted to, whether in terms of lifestyle, accomplishments,  women , or whatever, I've accepted the challenge.  I'm no longer in pole position, and anything other than first is unacceptable. When you have the skill set and resources available to be successful, there is no justifiable reason you shouldn't be. This is not arrogance speaking, but rather inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I have many ambitious friends around, but what good is ambition without action. As kids we were ambitious, but as adults the playing field is different. It's completely up to us to decide if our pipe dreams come to fruition or not. So I ask you, all 5 of you, are you putting in 100%? Over the past few months I've began to grind in an entirely different way. There has literally been too much time wasted, and I refuse to let it happen anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more "down time" for me. As I spoke to my boy this past weekend, there was a moment where our conversation shifted to one of discipline. I said, "if we don't do it now we'll never do it". He simply agreed. Needless to say, our weekend became one of the most eventful in recent memory. It's as simple as putting yourself "out there" and showing a commitment to succeed. Are you ready? If not, bon voyage... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2532669550881255673?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2532669550881255673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2532669550881255673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2532669550881255673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2532669550881255673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-new-challenger.html' title='Welcome: New Challenger'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1172011427600632503</id><published>2010-03-09T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:30:38.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notorious B.I.G.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amount Boyz'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts: Life is Great!!!!</title><content type='html'>-Ultra "Joy" is the realest and will knock you out&lt;br /&gt;-The Armory Show was incredible and deserves it's own post, which I may do. It was a bit overwhelming, but dope nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;-anything impromptu is fantastic, whether photo shoots or jam sessions with amazing musicians&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you to everyone that showed an immense amount of love last night. I had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;-Congrats to the homie Anthony for dancing at The Oscars. It was great talking to you&lt;br /&gt;-never underestimate the impact you've had on people's lives&lt;br /&gt;-Biggie's spirit lives on; "We'll always love Big Poppa"&lt;br /&gt;-Can't wait to work with the homie RTNC tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-To my new homie, you've inspired me and don't know it. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;-I'm sitting on Cloud 9&lt;br /&gt;-"don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt/transitioning from fitting in to standing out" &lt;br /&gt;-That's where I'm at&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1172011427600632503?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1172011427600632503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1172011427600632503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1172011427600632503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1172011427600632503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-thoughts-life-is-great.html' title='Random Thoughts: Life is Great!!!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7082114618127033285</id><published>2010-03-07T01:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:53:35.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Flows</title><content type='html'>They say pride can be the death of men&lt;br /&gt;it was the death of us, we were the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;you were my heaven sent angel and a blessing then&lt;br /&gt;our relationship progressively became a test of strength &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to put it back, this is the best attempt&lt;br /&gt;if you don't reply I know the message's sent&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for things I said in "Love Hurts"&lt;br /&gt;you got defensive because I struck first&lt;br /&gt;what's worst I was confused and it must hurt&lt;br /&gt;all you wanted was for me to put us first &lt;br /&gt;it was tough cause our love was like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;no roses no daffodil  &lt;br /&gt;so it's not about being back together &lt;br /&gt;you're probably better off happier than ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the hurt and my lack of effort&lt;br /&gt;but all the memories will last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7082114618127033285?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7082114618127033285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7082114618127033285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7082114618127033285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7082114618127033285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-flows.html' title='New Flows'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5612868652088239921</id><published>2010-03-05T02:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T03:42:46.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Co-Sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RnB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nakia Henry'/><title type='text'>Official Co-Sign Vol. 9: Nakia Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/S5DD2NvCzXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8Loy-g1pFHk/s1600-h/nakia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/S5DD2NvCzXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8Loy-g1pFHk/s320/nakia-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445067285658258802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's finally returned after a prolonged hiatus. The newest inductee into my coveted "Co-Sign" Hall of Fame is one of my favorite songwriters as well as collaborators. It's difficult to describe the Detroit native, Nakia Henry, but I'll try my best. She's one part Erykah Badu, another part Bobby McFerrin, one part Negro spiritual, and wholly "afromantic". I like to think of her as the soul/sensual/funk hybrid. Her vocal quality is equally beautiful as it is unique. Her perspective is inherently genuine, and it's obvious the songs come from real life experiences like "Gotta Remember You're Not Mine" and "Think Again" which openly discusses human insecurity. Her debut album, &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/remember-me/id303433611"&gt;"Remember Me"&lt;/a&gt;, is available on most online music stores and you can catch her incredible performances all over NY. Do yourself a favor and get up on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/pages/Nakia-Henry/90605370058?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/NakiaHenry"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/AfromanticNakia"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nakiahenry"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjMV7NdK3tE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjMV7NdK3tE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5612868652088239921?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5612868652088239921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5612868652088239921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5612868652088239921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5612868652088239921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/official-co-sign-vol-9-nakia-henry.html' title='Official Co-Sign Vol. 9: Nakia Henry'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/S5DD2NvCzXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8Loy-g1pFHk/s72-c/nakia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3881898246626333635</id><published>2010-03-03T22:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:20:42.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boyz II Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s Hip-Hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teedra Moses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIKE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauryn Hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Soundtrack of my Life</title><content type='html'>Music has an incredible way of defining my life. Just about every significant moment I've ever experienced is directly linked to a song. I can typically tell how much I feel a chick if certain songs begin to speak to me, as if I'm living vicariously through the artist. In the same breath, I can tell when I'm over someone when the song doesn't hold any more sentimental attachment. If the person was meaningful enough, it will always be there though. Relationship stuff aside, I can remember where I was, what I was wearing, who I was chilling with, and so much more based on music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the summer of '92 because &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdN0C-Ch7yE"&gt;Pete Rock and CL Smooth's "T.R.O.Y"&lt;/a&gt; was &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; joint. The minute those horns came in, I'd lose my mind. I can see myself in that awful colored all over print t-shirt with my gold Guess denim shorts and matching &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3268/2656314694_10eae38d96.jpg"&gt;NIKE Diamond Turf's with the gold mesh &lt;/a&gt;on the side standing in front of Naptale's house kicking rhymes (I thought I was fly, but I wasn't). I'll never forget watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUrpcSRUlRk"&gt;the video to Shawn Stockman's (of Boyz II Men) solo record&lt;/a&gt; and being on the verge of tears around the time I lost my mom. I fell in love for the 1st time while bumping Lauryn Hill's "Miseducation.." and "Nothing Even Matters" spoke to me in new ways. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1DlXyONrkjc"&gt;Teedra Moses' "Be Your Girl"&lt;/a&gt; defined an incredible summer in 2004 that was filled with opulent living, excessive drinking, and all around debauchery. I know some of y'all remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing what music can do for you. There are so many countless memories... All I want to do is define someone else's life through my music in the same way artists have done for me and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0223897/"&gt;pay it forward&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Playlist&lt;br /&gt;"Un-Thinkable (I'm Ready) - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;"Spotlight" - Gucci Mane Feat. Usher&lt;br /&gt;"So Beautiful" - Musiq Soulchild&lt;br /&gt;"Cloud 9" - me&lt;br /&gt;"Only In Dreams" - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;"Rich off Cocaine" - Rick Ross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3881898246626333635?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3881898246626333635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3881898246626333635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3881898246626333635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3881898246626333635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='Soundtrack of my Life'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4439644706430908338</id><published>2010-03-03T13:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:48:11.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobb Deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90&apos;s Hip-Hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Instant Classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATCQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganstarr'/><title type='text'>Gangstarr: Severely Under appreciated</title><content type='html'>The Hip-hop community has been in hysteria over the past few days as the rumormill has been buzzing over Guru, of the legendary rap duo Gangstarr. I don't know many concrete facts, but it's known that he suffered a heart attack and later had surgery. Amidst all the drama, social networking sites like Twitter became a hell of a plague as some folks reported homie died. Luckily reports and tweets from sources close to Guru, like DJ Scratch, have reported that he's well. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take this moment to explain a few things because as the title indicates, I believe Gangstarr is underrated, under appreciated, and ignored when conversations of "the greats" come up. When the discussion of classic group albums and consistency arise, I often hear people mention A Tribe Called Quest or even Mobb Deep. Not to take anything away from either group because they great as well, but for the uninitiated, do your homework; Gangstarr went in!!! We're talking Step In The Arena, Hard to Earn, and Moment of Truth, which respectively spawned classics like "Just To Get A Rep", "Mass Appeal", "Dwyck" and countless others. So if the barometer is ATCQ's and M-O-B-B's first 3 releases, why can't we talk Preemo and Guru? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not have been the biggest group at any specific moment, but they were always relevant. We need to thank them for introducing us to Jeru, who produced a classic debut, G Dep pre-Diddy, and even Group Home. We all got scared when we thought we may have lost dude, but it's time we show appreciation while he's still here. So let's make a toast to arguably the best rapper/producer duo... THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFQQeUNaZtc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFQQeUNaZtc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts to the homie Vic Black... I see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4439644706430908338?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4439644706430908338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4439644706430908338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4439644706430908338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4439644706430908338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/gangstarr-severely-underappreciated.html' title='Gangstarr: Severely Under appreciated'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8317630589327152483</id><published>2010-03-02T05:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:48:36.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuckery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vh1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality TV'/><title type='text'>The World's Gone Mad</title><content type='html'>or maybe I have. BTW, this post is completely unrelated to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVcQJlgcsRI"&gt;my song of the same title&lt;/a&gt;. Any who, either I'm just getting old or the creative folks at Vh1 are doing an incredible job. I find myself more and more intrigued by their programming. It's all very entertaining; from Sex Rehab to Celebrity Rehab to Fantasia's show. Furthermore, I find it absolutely hysterical watching Pepa, who I once really adored &lt;a href="http://fashionbombdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Salt-n-Pepa_l.jpg"&gt;before the nose job&lt;/a&gt;, pop off with the Asian homie. I'm still amazed that &lt;a href="http://theassociation.blogs.com/the_association/images/jkiddintub.jpg"&gt;Joumana Kidd&lt;/a&gt;, former wife of NBA all-star and future Hall of Famer Jason Kidd, agreed to do a reality show where we'd see her flirting with a 20 something year old college kid (pun intended). Since I'm touching on the subject of basketball, I'll also mention that I love watching Dennis Rodman, in all his tatted and pierced glory, deny his alcohol problem on Rehab. I completely understand some of it is partially scripted, but hell, I'm enjoying it. What else is there to do at 4 in the morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8317630589327152483?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8317630589327152483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8317630589327152483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8317630589327152483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8317630589327152483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/worlds-gone-mad.html' title='The World&apos;s Gone Mad'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7468459616287675751</id><published>2010-03-01T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:58:14.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Growth Spurt</title><content type='html'>So as most of you can tell, (all 5 of you) I've been mad emo lately. It is what is, but I'm sitting on this new song which I recorded last week that's pretty BIG. It's very different from what I'm accustomed to making, but it comes from a very genuine place. Since I've been working with the homie Silver, I've been very experimental and free creatively. To our benefit, the end results have been incredible and positively received. I'm not sure most people would have expected a "Cruise Control" or even a "Crazy Chick" from me which were 2 of my favorites from the Invasion. I guess sometimes writing behind bars can be like a life behind bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm free, and it's a dope feeling. I've always said the only things I've ever wanted to do in life were draw and make music, but in doing so lately, I'm aware that I'm growing. I'm no longer afraid to express myself artistically. I've always thought of myself as being free, but I'm realizing that I've limited my music to some invisible genre line. It's like boundary lines on a map; sure there's a distinction but crossing over is literally as simple as crossing over. Well I'm planting my feet all over the place these days and covering new terrain. I hope you enjoy the new sights and sounds as much as I do. Uno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7468459616287675751?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7468459616287675751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7468459616287675751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7468459616287675751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7468459616287675751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/03/growth-spurt.html' title='Growth Spurt'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8006907050895116881</id><published>2010-02-26T04:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:07:25.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Foreign Formation</title><content type='html'>It's interesting. After a really inspiring night, I've realized that the roles people play in your life are not always what you want or expect. I think one person I know served as the conduit for another to enter my life. I know what you're thinking; that's always the case and we're always a few degrees separated from someone. In many regards, it's true. This particular situation is weird because it seems to be one of role reversal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I got a glimpse into the future. A very profitable, lucrative, and all around fun future. I've always daydreamed about this so called "future", and what I saw wasn't necessarily what I envisioned. The end goals and results were the same, but the cast members are different. My boy always says, "it's about having the right combination" and I fully understand. It's just tough when your ensemble cast switches in between season. Think how jarring it was when the "new" Aunt Viv joined "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" or when they replaced the Oracle between Matrix films. It's easy to grow comfortable with what you know, but that doesn't always translate into the "best case scenario". Guess everything happens for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this chance to shout-out my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swCoKBZ9XIY"&gt;"anyway" friends&lt;/a&gt; and appreciate their roles in this God directed movie we call "Life". "Get the champagne, get the OJ/ We gonna sip on Mimosas okay/ Welcome..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8006907050895116881?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8006907050895116881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8006907050895116881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8006907050895116881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8006907050895116881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/02/foreign-formation.html' title='Foreign Formation'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8490333261922373186</id><published>2010-02-24T03:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:55:12.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Guarantees</title><content type='html'>expect for TRUTH. I was thinking today that very few things in life are constant. However, truth is always constant. Whether you deny it, run away from it, rationalize it, embrace it, share it, or whatever you do with it, it remains truth. Truth will always prevail and cannot be altered. It has a way of smacking you in the face when you least expect it, but it can never be anything other than itself. That all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8490333261922373186?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8490333261922373186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8490333261922373186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8490333261922373186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8490333261922373186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-guarantees.html' title='No Guarantees'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3728089821288517072</id><published>2010-02-17T02:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:26:49.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's My Anniversary....</title><content type='html'>So we're a day or two removed from Valentine's Day, which is pretty significant to me. It marks the day that most things in my life flipped topsy turvy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As wack and as horrible as it sounds, this specific time of year reminds me of what I call the "beginning of the end". My relationship with my ex-girlfriend, who I was with for 4 years, radically changed and ended. All of which I documented in my "&lt;a href="http://usershare.net/2DopeBoyz/y0jdq5t9apug"&gt;Love Hurts Freestyle&lt;/a&gt;" (It obviously comes from an biased perspective, but it's my side of the story). Not to be outdone, the place I called home for the greater part of my adult life would no longer be "home". I could go on about the other drama that transpired since, but I won't. Let's just say it's been a transitional year starting February 14th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward February 14, 2010, and I woke up pretty depressed. For all the aforementioned reasons, and I felt downright lonely. Not necessarily the loneliness you feel when you're not in a relationship, but more the feeling you're just alone in general. Thank goodness for my homegirl, Val, who I not only had dinner with but also watched the NBA All-Star game with. This simple experience single handily opened me up to a new perspective on what would have otherwise been an awful Valentine's Day. It showed me that it's not so much about your so-called "significant other" than it's about the people you love. I think this was most apparent when a father with his young daughter, holding a rose, sat at the the table besides us for dinner. I saw them an smiled and appreciated my relationship with Val just that much more. You're a golden girl; "thank you for being a friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite great company, a few drinks, appetizers, a decent meal, and a lackluster ball game, I still feel empty. More so than anything else, this time of year reminds me of when I lost my mom. For me, it's the craziest thing ever because I'm reminded daily of her absence. It's one of those things, that unless you experience it, you really can't relate. You would think 14 years later it would be easier to cope, but it's not. I look at myself and I'm fully aware of how this one experience has shaped me. I'm guessing I've probably blogged about this one too many times, but to put it in perspective let's take a look at every one's favorite pop culture icon Kanye West. We've all accepted his outrageous behavior which was oftentimes comical, but he's obviously a different person after losing his mom. Even Jay Leno called him out on it. I'm not saying this to criticize 'Ye, but simply to illustrate that even in adulthood, losing a parent is life altering. Granted I haven't achieved super stardom, but I think the fact I lost her at 16 more than makes up for it. Point is, it's tough and I miss her a lot. I feel like I need her more than ever, and I don't know where to go for advice, guidance, and that overall feeling of "I'll be there when you fuck up". I can't write anymore.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3728089821288517072?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3728089821288517072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3728089821288517072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3728089821288517072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3728089821288517072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-anniversary.html' title='It&apos;s My Anniversary....'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1134344093093165419</id><published>2010-01-13T21:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:45:55.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Such A Beautiful Thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>You Must...</title><content type='html'>yeah... so the truth is "You Must Love Me" like the Jay-Z song. I've known this, but it becomes more apparent at some of the most unlikely moments. Despite what I consider childish behavior at times, I see your real emotions. So for every silly FB status you may put up, it's really just an attempt to get my attention. So even if I don't react, I do notice them. And for every wild text message or voicemail you've left me, it shows me that you're not only thinking of me but miss me. For every bizarre question you may ask, it's really your way of asking to be involved. I get it. You can deny it, but I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with a friend recently about one of my favorite couples. There was an incident once where I had to become moderator and help dissolve an issue. Let's just say it was a wild one that almost got physical. I'm not talking domestic violence either folks, but one where the husband was going to whoop another dude's arse. To keep it simple, here's the abridged version of the story...&lt;br /&gt;One night while we were out partying with the wife's co-workers, a co-worker made a slick remark. My homie quickly reacted, and was ready to tear dude's head off. In the end, it created a scene, embarrassed his wife, and ultimately changed how she would approach work related events. Granted, my dude didn't make the best decision in how he reacted considering it involved his wife's career, but I understood the sentiment behind his action. In his mind, he was justifiably defending his wife. Though it wasn't the most appropriate way to handle it, his intent was noble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is, people express their love in unconventional ways. Sometimes it can be misdirected, misunderstood, and miscommunicated. Sometimes we have to simply look beyond the obvious, and see the intent. Although we may prefer to be smothered with attention, hugs, kisses, and all that good stuff, I can appreciate the less obvious signs like jealousy about my blog posts or the weird messages left in my inbox. It's such a beautiful thing, and I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1134344093093165419?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1134344093093165419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1134344093093165419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1134344093093165419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1134344093093165419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-such-beautiful-thing-pt-3.html' title='You Must...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8216764839376481183</id><published>2010-01-12T15:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:18:22.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Such A Beautiful Thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It's Such A Beautiful Thing Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Life is such a funny thing... One of my best friends is someone I literally grew up with. It was a friendship that developed because of many variables. For instance, our families are both made up of Trinidadian immigrants who were not only friends, but shared the same dreams and ambitions. So there was this cultural bond in addition to all things kids love. It went deeper than that too because it's always been a family affair. I call his uncle, "Uncle". We spent holidays together. I'm sure if I look hard enough I can find the yellow Tonka truck his aunt got me for Christmas one year. Long story short, we grew apart. For what reason, no one knows, but we spent a considerable amount of time out of each other lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a few years ago. He and I had a really random meeting, and reconnected as if we never missed a beat. As we started catching up, we discovered we shared alot of the same experiences and likes. From going to private high schools to our obsession for all things Ralph Lauren. It's as if we were headed to the same destination, but took different routes. Tragically, he lost his dad, who I knew and have very fond memories of, shortly after. Funny enough, I got to see his dad right before he passed. God is always present y'all because that was a blessing. We even spoke about it after. I thought to myself, was it scripted in the tarot cards that I'd come back in his life to help him cope since losing a parent is also an experience we now share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was with him the other night and thought, "the irony of our situation". Just as we lost contact, reconnected, and are back at one, so are our parents. I thought to myself that his dad and my mom are having a drink in Heaven catching up on old times too. It's such a beautiful thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/S0znNkd8TfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QnZB1xOym9w/s1600-h/royandfrankie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/S0znNkd8TfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QnZB1xOym9w/s320/royandfrankie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425965871388184050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8216764839376481183?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8216764839376481183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8216764839376481183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8216764839376481183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8216764839376481183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-such-beautiful-thing-pt-2.html' title='It&apos;s Such A Beautiful Thing Pt. 2'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/S0znNkd8TfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QnZB1xOym9w/s72-c/royandfrankie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2991749506027973960</id><published>2010-01-12T00:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:28:59.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's Such A Beautiful Thing....</title><content type='html'>The other night I was out with my dude and his future wife (call it prophecy). It was very interesting to just observe them and watch their interactions. Now I'm not one to put anyone's B-I out there especially when I don't know the deal. So this blog is merely my observation. On one hand there was a visible conflict, but what was less conspicuous to the naked eye, was the love behind the pride. As most couples do, they were going through something. What made me smile though was their subconscious willingness to let go of whatever issue for a period of time and dance together. It wasn't even the act of dancing itself, but the exuberance in both of them as if they had forgotten there was something wrong in the first place. For that short period of time, I literally witnessed pride disappear, love creep in, and love become tangible. BEAUTIFUL!!! I interpreted that as meaning their issue wasn't an issue at all. They're momentarily going through something, but they'll get through whatever it is. We all hurt from time to time and go through our thing, but when we search deep down, we can find truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I briefly spoke to my dude afterwards and gave him some advice. Really..that's all. There are moments when God speaks to you, and you're cognizant of all the small tings. This was one of those moments. It's weird though because my brain works in a very associative manner. Needless to say, I started thinking about all sorts of stuff.... relationships, friendships, family, life, mistakes made, and too much to talk about in one post. What I can say though, is that love is a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the studio earlier today, I was building with my homie and he said something that really resonated, "Love is truth". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2991749506027973960?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2991749506027973960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2991749506027973960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2991749506027973960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2991749506027973960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-such-beautiful-thing.html' title='It&apos;s Such A Beautiful Thing....'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6455143011281657557</id><published>2010-01-11T23:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:29:53.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much....</title><content type='html'>on my noggin. That all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6455143011281657557?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6455143011281657557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6455143011281657557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6455143011281657557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6455143011281657557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much.html' title='So Much....'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3153874692342833441</id><published>2010-01-10T22:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:58:53.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?!!?!!</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of it...sick of the drama, the BS, and all the self righteous garbage. People have the audacity to try to tell me about "consideration" and "courtesy", yet they disrespect my family. They have the audacity to forget the events of yesterday, and call you "UNgrateful" today. They make claims about all they've done for you when you never asked for anything. Meanwhile you've done for them too. More importantly, if your acts were really genuine, they would never be thrown back in any one's face or a means to something else!!! Furthermore, the few things I did ask for, they completely failed at or bailed out on. Oh, let's not forget people's philosophical BS and double standards which never apply to them. Oh goodness... Some people have the audacity to never accept accountability for their actions or their consequences. Keep living in your own self righteous head though because the truth is, if things were even remotely as bad as you make them seem, you would've bounced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me take a moment to get on my introspective/Dr. Shake tip. Yes, I've made mistakes, and yes, I've done wrong. However, I've admitted to it, and I'm working towards changing. The point is , everyone knows (degree or no degree) that admittance is the first step in any type of recovery!! So if you egocentric bastards keep absolving yourself of wrongdoing or participation in wrongdoing, you'll keep yielding the same results!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anything, people need to ask themselves "why?" Why didn't he/she..? Why didn't they want to..? When you can answer those questions honestly, maybe you'll get to the real "questions of character"? The bottom line is people need to grow up. The name calling, the Facebook stupidity, and the ignorant voicemails all need to stop. If there is anything I've truly learned, it's that there are other perspectives besides our own. You may not like them, agree with them, or even want to hear them, but you should respect them because we're not always right!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm venting y'all, but I've endured all types of fuckery most people would never tolerate. I've personally witnessed incredibly questionable acts of fuckery, and let them slide. However, when you mess with my music... it's over. That's my livelihood. Funny enough, I'm not mad. I will still get it...with or without you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily keep going, but I'll stop here. 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3153874692342833441?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3153874692342833441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3153874692342833441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3153874692342833441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3153874692342833441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/01/really.html' title='Really?!!?!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2094619461605170369</id><published>2010-01-02T16:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:56:15.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Top 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Top 10: Songs of 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year y'all! So everyone is compiling lists of songs and albums of the decade, but not me. I'm sticking to my guns and doing a top ten of the songs which defined my year, and joints I ran into the ground. So here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Pretty Wings" by Maxwell - Here's a song that I wasn't crazy about when it came out, but after a very recent conversation with someone, I heard and felt the joint in a different light. The last few weeks of '09 were all about this joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "His Dream" by Asher Roth - in a genre that rarely produces beautiful songs, here's one. This may be the most genuine parent song since "Dear Mama"... yeah I said it! I personally think considering his audience, this would have been the perfect follow up to " I Love College"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Empire State of Mind" by Jay-Z feat Alicia Keys - y'all already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Lions, Tigers, and Bears" by Jazmine Sullivan - Sorry Drizzy, but I made a mistake and this song is more deserving. I literally ran this song into the ground during the 1st half of the year. No other song has articulated the fear of love like this one...real talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon - here's a song that could either get me excited or on the verge of tears. I always think of only 1 person when I hear this... and I doubt they know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "So Beautiful" by Musiq Soulchild - my ode to a very special person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Fool of Me" by Me'Shell Ndegeocello - Ok, this didn't come out this year' but it sure defined mines. With all the tumultous and heart wrenching moments I experienced this year, this encompassed all my feelings. Listening to it now, I'm taken back to that place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Best I Ever Had" by Drake -He made the list which is a testament to his incredible songwriting. This song defined my spring &amp; summer... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hometown" by me - Yeah, it may seem arrogant or cocky, but I think this is an amazing record. I think it does what many Hip-Hop records can't or will ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Fancy" by The Dream - no emotional attachment to this one, but on tough days, it's relaxing and makes me unwind. I play this so religiously, it must be criminal at this point&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2094619461605170369?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2094619461605170369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2094619461605170369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2094619461605170369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2094619461605170369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-top-10-songs-of-2009.html' title='My Top 10: Songs of 2009'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6374238935106141310</id><published>2009-12-22T02:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:34:26.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The British Invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Dazed and Confused</title><content type='html'>As I pack my bags and prepare to spend the holidays with my sister, I'm not very festive. As I look back on '09, I'm actually sort of sad. On one end, I saw my visibility skyrocket because of a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVcQJlgcsRI"&gt;controversial music video&lt;/a&gt;. I recently &lt;a href="http://www.djbooth.net/index/mixtapes/entry/silver-the-incomparable-shakespeare-the-british-invasion"&gt;dropped a project &lt;/a&gt;which is receiving overwhelmingly positive feedback within days of it's release. Best of all, I have a new nephew. That's alot to be happy about. On the other end however, I see fragments of past friendships and relationships that defined a huge part of my decade. Friends became associates and &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/0qzibxmdwzk5"&gt;significant others became strangers&lt;/a&gt;. It's tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to embrace this new space I'm in. I see glimmers of light breaking through the door, but I'm frightened to go in. I ask myself, "Have I become complacent and a shell of my former self?" Most people that have known me for a while would probably describe me as an outgoing, ambitious, and free spirited individual. However, I don't know where or when that changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself re-learning things I once knew. I'm re-learning how to be hungry. I'm re-learning how to love. I'm re-learning alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I'm suddenly overcome by a feeling of optimism. This is funny... comical even. What started out as a somewhat depressing and random post has slowly morphed into something inspirational; at least from this writer's perspective. Deep down, I'm excited for what the future holds. I've seen more success with the aforementioned projects in a few months than I've seen in a long time. I went out recently, and was reminded of the lasting impression I left on very influential people. If anything, I had an incredible weekend with 2 people that reminded me of what happiness, love, and kindness look like. Thank y'all. It's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pay attention to my own music more often because &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/bbonjejs1ujd"&gt;"I've got a ticket to success and it's one way... I'm taking off with no baggage." &lt;/a&gt;I just needed to vent...bare with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6374238935106141310?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6374238935106141310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6374238935106141310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6374238935106141310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6374238935106141310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/dazed-and-confused.html' title='Dazed and Confused'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6076757789840092702</id><published>2009-12-21T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:48:42.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Inspire Me</title><content type='html'>I have a friend that always had the magical ability to inspire me. Truth is, not many people can do that for me, so I always appreciated it. She simply knew how to communicate with me in such a way that I always interpreted things as meaningful. It was never contrived or even intentional. It could be the simplest statement that would be so profound. It's weird because she's still in my cipher, but our dynamic has changed. I miss her....I actually miss her alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6076757789840092702?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6076757789840092702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6076757789840092702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6076757789840092702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6076757789840092702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspire-me.html' title='Inspire Me'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7554339450427156361</id><published>2009-12-18T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:02:52.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The British Invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>The British Invasion Has Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SyvtUijtAAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mOAFfPGPOtY/s1600-h/BritishInvasion_v03_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SyvtUijtAAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mOAFfPGPOtY/s320/BritishInvasion_v03_back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683913972875266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it &lt;a href="http://www.djbooth.net/index/mixtapes/entry/silver-the-incomparable-shakespeare-the-british-invasion/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7554339450427156361?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7554339450427156361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7554339450427156361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7554339450427156361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7554339450427156361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/british-invasion-has-begun.html' title='The British Invasion Has Begun'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SyvtUijtAAI/AAAAAAAAAUc/mOAFfPGPOtY/s72-c/BritishInvasion_v03_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5349016331996247686</id><published>2009-12-16T12:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:20:24.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I see I said</title><content type='html'>What are you in it for? I know why I'm here, and I know what I want. I'm in it to win!!! After a great night out, I can't help but look at the game a bit different. I was taken back to a time where I was "that dude", and regardless of where I was, I was respected. For quite some time, I thought that was lost.... but it wasn't. As my dude told me, "I have to mend a few broken hearts". That all. I left strong impressions on good people that are still down for me, and it's my turn to make it up to them. I owe that to myself and them. They bought into an idea, and we all deseve to see the actualization of that idea. They knew what it was, they know what it is, and with my newfound focus, nobody's touching me. So good-bye to the doubts, good-bye to the dead weight, and hello to success!!! I'm taking off with no baggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Talk...uno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5349016331996247686?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5349016331996247686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5349016331996247686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5349016331996247686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5349016331996247686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-see-i-said.html' title='I see I said'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5415645915690683686</id><published>2009-12-15T19:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:38:32.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The British Invasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>No Baggage</title><content type='html'>yeah... I'm late in posting my own music. Here's the last leak off of The British Invasion, "No Baggage" feat. BK Cyph,  which drops on Dec. 18th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Baggage: &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/bbonjejs1ujd"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sygrb3bJugI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Tg5xeUgAG-Y/s1600-h/BritishInvasion_v03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sygrb3bJugI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Tg5xeUgAG-Y/s320/BritishInvasion_v03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415626309647317506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5415645915690683686?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5415645915690683686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5415645915690683686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5415645915690683686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5415645915690683686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-baggage.html' title='No Baggage'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sygrb3bJugI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Tg5xeUgAG-Y/s72-c/BritishInvasion_v03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8750253976882186651</id><published>2009-12-09T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:43:25.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The British Invasion'/><title type='text'>Making The British Invasion Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVhgDKGAu8g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVhgDKGAu8g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8750253976882186651?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8750253976882186651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8750253976882186651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8750253976882186651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8750253976882186651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-british-invasion-pt-1.html' title='Making The British Invasion Pt. 1'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3130819843552442364</id><published>2009-12-07T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:22:09.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Head'/><title type='text'>Unsettled</title><content type='html'>So I've realized that my blog, which used to consist of music, pop culture happenings, and randomness, has slowly evolved into a open diary. I'm not mad at it either. I guess it's a way for people to really know what's going on in my world besides my ongoing pursuit of music dominance. Well with that said, I'm a bit unsettled. I'm happy, but unsettled. It's also a momentary thing because I'm pretty sure that within an hour or so, I'll be cool. However at 5:17 on Monday, December 7, I have a lot of unanswered questions running through my head. Unfortunately, I won't ask because they're intended for only a few specific individuals. That's where I'm at........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3130819843552442364?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3130819843552442364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3130819843552442364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3130819843552442364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3130819843552442364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/unsettled.html' title='Unsettled'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7514366090677539745</id><published>2009-12-04T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:16:33.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.......</title><content type='html'>-People take Facebook waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too seriously; deleting you because of their association to another person. We're not in grade school folks!&lt;br /&gt;-My attraction to Keri Hilson would mean nothing if she wasn't understanding&lt;br /&gt;-Peace to the homie Amir, who I had a great night building with. Steven too&lt;br /&gt;-Alcohol can bring the truth out of people&lt;br /&gt;-"I see I said"&lt;br /&gt;-My 1st video diary may either offend or hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;-Peace to Bille &amp; Jay of MadONLY&lt;br /&gt;-I'm excited about releasing The British Invasion&lt;br /&gt;-Silver is the next big producer in music!! Mark my words...&lt;br /&gt;-I appreciate all my people that ride out with me&lt;br /&gt;-It's unfortunate people no longer respect the brilliant writing of The Simpsons because they're Family Guy'd out!!&lt;br /&gt;-I'll soon be able to announce news that with make people either hate, envy, regret they tried to play me, or be incredibly proud&lt;br /&gt;-Shouts to my new manager; we're taking this "to the bank"&lt;br /&gt;-"to the rest of y'all throwing shots at Shake/ You only get half a bar, FUCK y'all fakes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7514366090677539745?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7514366090677539745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7514366090677539745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7514366090677539745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7514366090677539745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.......'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2467255861476370300</id><published>2009-12-02T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:41:20.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t know if I can....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2467255861476370300?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2467255861476370300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2467255861476370300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2467255861476370300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2467255861476370300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-don-know-if-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7749975989840252672</id><published>2009-12-01T01:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:54:35.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>It Desreves To Be...</title><content type='html'>documented. My homie, Junie of &lt;a href="http://nqm-e.blogspot.com/"&gt;NQM&lt;/a&gt;, &amp; I let out an emotional back and forth freestyle via Facebook. This is what we can up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "matters of heart can feel like plane crash / 1st you high, then you caught up in flame's wrath/ the fall of dynasties like Jay-Z and Dame Dash/ guess I was high off the fumes of the plane's gas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie: ""if life is like blinking / then i won't / they say i gotta live it like my last / but i don't / not afraid but too preoccupied / what with i want to do / not thinking about that everyday drive / that i take / mentally, no break / took a gable without goodbye / shouldn't bet the high stakes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I should've settled for a slice of the pie-cake/ instead I wanted it all, and now I ache/ I cry, but I admit that I make/ mistakes just like rest of them, I'm just a man/ so why can't you accept that I'll adjust the plan/ correct my wrongs through record-songs/"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie: cause at least i cant lie when the mics on&lt;br /&gt;life got its hand around my neck&lt;br /&gt;squeezing it out like a python&lt;br /&gt;i think better when i stop time&lt;br /&gt;cause only then i can press rewind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "but I fight to move fast forward/ if it's venus vs mars, I'm pass orbit/ I guess this is life's lesson in crash courses/ I wasn't prepared for the ride, nor the fast horses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie: life's a Olympic race/every jump higher the last/hope to God i dont trip on a hurdle/standing in place on a shooting star/looking up like/i wanna be where you are/i can process from the rest where i'm going/one foot then the other/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: when I gaze at the stars, I look up at my mother/ I shouldn't be selfish, cause she doesn't have suffer/ in a weird way, it even made me tougher/ tougher than leather like RUN DMC/ I realize in life, you can't run with your feet/ so I run with my heart and I'm baring my soul/ and I soar with my with wings, leaving my fears in the cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7749975989840252672?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7749975989840252672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7749975989840252672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7749975989840252672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7749975989840252672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-desreves-to-be.html' title='It Desreves To Be...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4186353949112010120</id><published>2009-11-30T23:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:18:19.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Relevance</title><content type='html'>One of my closest friends just lost her grandmother. I know it's heart-wrenching. At moments like these, we're forced to look at the roles people play in our lives and their relevance. I'm a firm believer that most people don't realize what they have until it's gone. I never understood why it would take losing something to appreciate that same thing. Truth is, I'm guilty of it too. However, I think once I lost my mom, my entire perspective changed. But even though I learned one of life's toughest lesson's, I find myself in the remedial refresher course more often than I'd like. I guess the real lesson wasn't so much about never taking things for granted rather than being mindful. So I get it. I think I may have even passed the class with a decent grade, but the real question is, did you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my homie, my heart goes out to you. I understand, and you've got a great support system besides myself to hold you down. To the others that may read this, don't let a bad circumstance remind you of what you've got. Lauryn Hill said "Tell'em...tell'em you love them, tell'em you need them." Be mindful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my close friends come to mind right now, and to y'all, I send the same message. I understand, and I'm rocking out with you. 1 L-O-V-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Listening to Kanye's "Say You Will"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4186353949112010120?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4186353949112010120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4186353949112010120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4186353949112010120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4186353949112010120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/relevance.html' title='Relevance'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3766331836199932393</id><published>2009-11-29T21:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:37:20.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keri Hilson'/><title type='text'>Ode to Keri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://focusedmag.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/07/Keri+Hilson+normal_KH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://focusedmag.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/07/Keri+Hilson+normal_KH.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime ago, I made a &lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-top-10-bad-chicks-ive-had-crushes-on.html"&gt;list of my favorite chicks&lt;/a&gt;, but I neglected someone. It's absolutely criminal that I could have forgotten her or kept her off my list, so shame on me. If you don't know who I'm talking about it, it's none other than the classiest chick in the game to me right now, Keri Hilson. Oh Keri... You're my favorite. No disrespect to the other beautiful chicks in the game, but something about your swag speaks to me. You're so stylish and you have a 3 finger ring too!!! I &lt;3 you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://illthought.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/keri-hilson_0_0_0x0_400x501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 501px;" src="http://illthought.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/keri-hilson_0_0_0x0_400x501.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3766331836199932393?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3766331836199932393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3766331836199932393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3766331836199932393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3766331836199932393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-keri.html' title='Ode to Keri'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8013864649082836627</id><published>2009-11-24T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:24:35.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise</title><content type='html'>The one thing I've truly learned about relationships over the past few years is that they take compromise. Not that easy, "you don't like it when.." type of compromise, but rather that real "I have to look at myself introspectively and possibly change" compromise. Relationships aren't easy whether with significant others, family, or friends. Sometimes it's hard to look outside ourselves, let alone, accept out potential character flaws. However, if you value and appreciate the people arond you, you should. I've tried and I'm trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8013864649082836627?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8013864649082836627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8013864649082836627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8013864649082836627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8013864649082836627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/compromise.html' title='Compromise'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1074262027148391658</id><published>2009-11-22T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:41:34.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Overstanding</title><content type='html'>Earlier I peeped a tweet that said "being happy is a matter of being thankful". How true... I recently spoke to one of my many little sisters, and we were discussing how people can be ungrateful. I know we all take things for granted from time to time; it's human nature. However, one of the worst feeling ever is being taken for granted. So the next time someone does something for you; gives you advice, exercises their generosity, or turns the other cheek, be thankful. Be thankful that at every moment, you could be in a situation worse than your current one. Enjoy life...happiness is what you make it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1074262027148391658?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1074262027148391658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1074262027148391658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1074262027148391658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1074262027148391658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/overstanding.html' title='Overstanding'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1770368620198326525</id><published>2009-11-21T02:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:13:30.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Moral Dilema</title><content type='html'>Today my character was tested. I received a message inquiring about someone I know, and I became the gateway to an opportunity for them. However this person and I no longer speak, and I believe their most recent actions have proven to be quite juvenile. Long story short, it was an issue of our personal drama versus their professional advancement. Without going into detail about either situation, I did what I felt was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think deep down, my issue wasn't whether or not I would help, but would they ever do the same if put in a similar situation. Based on their recent actions, or lack thereof, I'd have to say no. However, as an adult, I'm aware that you shouldn't be motivated by returns on your personal/emotional investments, although most people are. In my previous entries, I've recently discussed searching for clarity and happiness while finding balance by following my instincts. I'd be lying if I said a part of me didn't think twice about shutting the situation down, but I knew it would be wrong. This is easily a scenario where my anger and resentment could have gotten the best of me, but I didn't let it. I say all of this because it taught me something about myself during an incredibly trying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means am I trying to pat myself on the back, nor do I feel I'll earn doble karma points for my actions. In this game we call life, we should do what is right because it is, and I was reminded of that today. This particular indiviual will likely never come across this post or even know how intergral I was in helping them get one of their biggest "looks" in recent memory. The thought that they'd probably never acknowledge or appreciate my role in this whole thing is a bit unsettling, but I'm happy for them nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1770368620198326525?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1770368620198326525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1770368620198326525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1770368620198326525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1770368620198326525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/moral-dilema.html' title='Moral Dilema'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6541640336351518315</id><published>2009-11-16T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:29:20.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>For some time now, I've been very aware that certain thing in my life aren't straight. Not to say that's it's disorganized or in complete disarray, but I know some areas need tweaking. I think back in February I began my expedition to find both clarity and happiness. Unfortunately, some people were hurt along the way. It was the furthest thing from my intentions, but I've fully come to realize that you can't run away from your conscience. That little voice contributes so much to our character, and it won't lie to you. You can fight it, try to supress it, deny it, create alternate rationalities, and/ or continue with the fuckery, but that "truth" is inescapabale. So after doing all of the aforementioned, I've decided to attentively listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more I find myself following my gut. There have been quite a few instances where the people closest to me have disagreed with my actions, but no one is more aware of my feelings than I am. So instead of running away from those gut intstincts, I embrace them and run towards it. I'm in a different place now. I'm no longer in denial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a ticket to success and it's one way. My plane is on the runway... I'm taking off with no baggage."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6541640336351518315?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6541640336351518315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6541640336351518315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6541640336351518315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6541640336351518315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/clarity.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4266368657343811703</id><published>2009-11-07T23:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:27:07.122-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Truth...</title><content type='html'>In a previous blog entry, I used a quote which I think should be used again. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time."&lt;br /&gt;-- Sara Paddison &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another personal joint I never leaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love Is Like A Movie" - &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/r0fkfrfs8ph9"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4266368657343811703?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4266368657343811703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4266368657343811703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4266368657343811703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4266368657343811703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth.html' title='Truth...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8844883451822506193</id><published>2009-11-03T23:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:11:39.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>Today has been a crazy day to say the least. Around 12 AM I got great news. Somewhere around 9 AM, I got even more fantastic news. Finally around 12:30 PM, I received quite possibly the best news of the day; my sister was ready to have the baby. Congrats to her, my brother-in-law, and the entire family because we have a new edition. As I sat in the hospital room with her though, I couldn't escape a feeling of emptiness. It was joyous on so many levels, but for me, it was bittersweet. Something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means was I going to be the kill joy and ruin the moment, but I was definitely missing my mom. There have been many moments where I wished she was alive to simply witness, partake in, and be around for including my sister's wedding, my graduation, and many lesser things like meeting my girlfriends. However, today must have been one of the toughest. My mom would always say "I just want to see you grow and become a man", but unfortunately she never could since losing her at 16. In some round about way though, I think that same growth she wanted to see in me is directly correlated to being around for the birth of her grandchildren. I was overcome by such strong feeling, I literally held back my tears. The only person I knew that could relate to me was either my sister or my boy Soo Kim. Soo Kim couldn't be reached and obviously I wouldn't bring it up to my sister, but I can't help but think that similar thoughts ran through her mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to put a damper on a wondrous occasions because I'm as ecstatic as anyone.  I'm happy for my sister and grateful for the personal sacrifices I feel she has made for me. I think I'm simply reminded of my mom at a time like this, and I wish she was still around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I love you. I miss you. I know you're still watching over me and guiding us, but there are moments I wish you were here in the physical form. I think writing this will make me cry, but XOXO. I love you. Just know that I'm cognizant of your presence and blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you Jason, "Despite my stress dude, I'm plotting my next move cause I gotta win for my newborn nephew." Uncle Shake has got you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8844883451822506193?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8844883451822506193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8844883451822506193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8844883451822506193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8844883451822506193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2199563815462190942</id><published>2009-11-02T04:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:14:49.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>The last 24 hours of my life have been the most tumultuous in recent memory. I can't remember feeling so much inner turmoil, confusion, and a cluster fuck of other emotions all at once. However, I am inspired. I've been meaning to blog about this for a while, but never got around to it. Not sure I'm in the mood to do it now, but I can say that I find solace in the fact that I'm planning the most epic release for any of my projects. The British Invasion is THAT deal, and I think a lot of people will be surprised. Beyond that, I think I've created my greatest body of work thus far. I also enjoy the fact that my own music is inspiring me. Typically I find inspiration in other music because I'm a still a fan, but these days listening to my own songs have been therapeutic. It's weird, but it confirms I'm doing something right. I'm living vicariously through myself....JOKES!!! I'll leave you with few quotables in addition to a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't control my destiny, so I figured why let'em get the best of me. Haters tried to play me like a checker piece, but I'm more strategic. It's more like chess to me." me - "Keep On" from The British Invasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it. Everybody could tell you how to do it, they never did." Jay-Z "Already Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an unreleased joint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye (prod. by the RL) - &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/tcsvynrktfl7"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2199563815462190942?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2199563815462190942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2199563815462190942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2199563815462190942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2199563815462190942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2957262524556728184</id><published>2009-11-01T01:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:46:17.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Faith Restored</title><content type='html'>Tonight I literally witnessed something I wouldn't have thought to be true. Not because it's impossible, but because my perception and faith in a person was so pristine. I guess I was jaded. The irony, (you won't get it) but that's another story for a later day. Shouts to the homie Soo Kim, I miss you brother. Back to tonight though. I had put a lot of faith in someone, unlike any other before them, but my faith dwindled within seconds. I almost don't believe what I saw, but fortunately I wasn't the only person that saw it. Considering all the things I could have seen based on location, time, mood, and all the other worldly variables, God intended me to see what I saw. It was meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in a very funny turn of events, someone was able to restore it. Maybe "restore" isn't the best choice of words. What I really mean to say is, I found faith in someone. To my new friend, thank you. You helped put things in perspective, and to you, I am indebted. I appreciate it.... I am shedding my skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2957262524556728184?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2957262524556728184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2957262524556728184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2957262524556728184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2957262524556728184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/11/faith-restored.html' title='Faith Restored'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2798917617520034159</id><published>2009-10-27T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:31:15.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freestyle'/><title type='text'>Mos Def, Thought, and Em Going In!!!!</title><content type='html'>2 of my favorites (Thought and Em). Mos bodies it too though. Props to Young of OnSMASH and Dre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://nahright.com/news/wp-content/plugins/wordtube/player.swf' height='370' width='400' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' flashvars='file=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.ak.facebook.com%2Fvideo-ak-sf2p%2Fv6814%2F2%2F50%2F1143965643926_39073.mp4&amp;bufferlength=5&amp;skin=http%3A%2F%2Fnahright.com%2Fnews%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2009%2F09%2Fdangdang.swf&amp;image=http%3A%2F%2Fi34.tinypic.com%2F2ufxg0m.png&amp;linktarget=_self&amp;dock=false&amp;plugins=viral-2d'/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2798917617520034159?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2798917617520034159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2798917617520034159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2798917617520034159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2798917617520034159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/mos-def-thought-and-em-going-in.html' title='Mos Def, Thought, and Em Going In!!!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5582018805889696435</id><published>2009-10-27T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T10:48:17.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>So my 2nd leak off the British Invasion has been making it's rounds on the net. You can listen and download it for FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download: &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/2DopeBoyz/67slh1m9lij3"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5582018805889696435?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5582018805889696435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5582018805889696435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5582018805889696435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5582018805889696435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7023205008457447737</id><published>2009-10-26T00:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:43:18.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><title type='text'>What A Show</title><content type='html'>All I can say is that after last night's performance, I can't see myself performing without a band from here on. It was cool to play with the crowd in a way like I've never done before. Having a band just lends itself to improvisation, and that type of freedom while performing is new to me. I was nervous because I've never done it, and that was also compounded by the fact I was doing new material too. Despite having a hoarse voice all week and the mic being nervous, the crowd was visibly receptive. It was great to see people literally dance to songs off my upcoming project "the British Invasion". It was just a phenomonal show all around. I have to give huge props to Saretta Wesley, Yah Supreme, and Nakia Henry, who absolutely bodied it. I'll have pics and vids up soon hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7023205008457447737?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7023205008457447737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7023205008457447737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7023205008457447737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7023205008457447737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-show.html' title='What A Show'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-2522435749442906159</id><published>2009-10-23T23:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:20:11.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The "New" Underground</title><content type='html'>I personally think it's wack!!!! Okay, so it's CMJ time, and I've been to a few of the events this week. I even participated in a few. Now I can't say how the shows were for other genres of music, but I can say the Hip-Hop shows that I went to were pretty lame. Not so much because of the talent, but more so the mentality. Now I am an elitist, and I ride my own d**k musically. However, I'm aware of my relevance, popularity, and overall rank on the Hip-Hop totem pole. Let's just say I'm not very high despite having a successful video, and having a solid net presence. Thing is, artists with less stroll around as if they're superstars even though no one knows them. I've prided myself on seeing and trying to be a part of "the BIG picture". You know, mentioned amongst the Jay-Zs, Kanyes, and T.I.s of the world. However, I think these kids are completely self absorbed because they are content rapping for their 3 friends and 2 rapper associates. It's pretty pathetic to see rappers perform in venues that aren't even a 1/4 filled, yet they act as if they have a following. I think to myself, "what are you in it for?" Marginal success is failure by my standards, and these kids aren't even marginally successful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest disappointement is to see kids whom I am a fan of, not making any progress and caught in this wild cycle of rapping for themselves. I guess my point is, why rap or be ILL if you never reach the people who will be able to truly appreciate it? As I saw folks I hadn't seen in months, they were all like "Shake the video is hot", while I'm thinking, "I've seen you perform here 1,000 times already." I'm not saying I'm in a better position than anyone, but I try to make progressively bigger moves. My sincere advice to anyone that raps and reads this is, create a fanbase. A real fanbase of fans, not peers and critics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement I had as a teenager while playing the same scene is completely gone. I've been to events where the lines would wrap around the corner to see groups that were relative unknows except to Hip-Hop enthusiats. Nowadays, it just doesn't happen. I don't think music has changed THAT much. I think it's more the quality of music that's changed. Years ago, I'd see groups that had the potential to make the transition from underground to Top 40 radio. Now, I just don't see it. It was great to be a part of the era that gave birth to Jay-Z, Mobb Deep, Common, Eminem, and The Roots. Where is that today? Wherever it's at, it surely wasn't what i saw at CMJ this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-2522435749442906159?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/2522435749442906159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=2522435749442906159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2522435749442906159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/2522435749442906159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-underground.html' title='The &quot;New&quot; Underground'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6506264409614251155</id><published>2009-10-20T11:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:12:54.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Double Edged Sword</title><content type='html'>Over the past few weeks, I've had a lot of time to think about my life. I'm fully aware of the decisions I've made, specifically choosing to pursue my dreams in music. However, these days it becomes blatantly apparent that this lifestyle choice not only affects me, but also everyone around me. It's directly impacted friendships, intimate relationships, and my relationship with family members. I think to myself, on one hand, I should be proud that I stuck to my guns and didn't conform to the conventional life everyone expects me to. It's not so much that I don't have the capacity to put on a shirt and tie, (hell I do when I'm on stage) but I refuse to work for a company that will exploit me, pay me less than I'm worth, and barely acknowledge my contributions. Yet, as I invest all my time, energy, and capital into music, I often find myself either sacrificing something or altogether broke. At what point do you say it's time to shift gears? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means am I giving up on music or even implying that I will. What I am saying though, is that I have to take a much more serious look at how this impacts my day to day. One specific situation comes to mind where I know deep down, music may have been the demise of a relationship. Not so much the music itself, but the decisions I chose thereafter. Long story short, after getting into a car accident in 03, I decided to focus on music and haven't worked a "regular job" since. I went from teaching in a private school everyday to pursuing my music and creating an inconsistent, but good side hustle. Hustle of the legal kind that is. I meshed my love of music and knowledge in education and started doing curriculum development. Thing is, this side hustle brought in great money, but it wasn't enough to balance everything in my life. What happened next is a snowball effect of misunderstandings, bad communication, arguments, and finally a heart wrenching split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully accept accountability for the decisions I've made. I firmly stand by them. I'm just not sure if they were best. I think to myself, is it worth not working and just doing music? Is it possible to do both? I personally know people that have a real passion to do music, but because of their 9-5 commitments, their love is more like a hobby. My worst fear is that I'm like them. Actually, prior to the accident, I was one of them. The folks that dream, but never get to realize them. The folks that want to grind, but only get in the studio a few times a month if even that much. I'm aware that the past few sentences are skewed in my favor, but between my personal experience of "surviving" and their experience of working, I think I have a balanced perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get down to the root, what I'm really saying is that something will ultimately suffer. There's always going to be a trade off. For instance, I have already accepted that when I become a music mega star and mogul, I'll never be able to do normal things. Kanye said it best on "Welcome To Heartbreak" when he recites "My god sister getting married by the lake/ but I couldn't figure out who I wanna take/ Bad enough that I showed up late/ I had to leave before they even cut the cake/ Welcome to Heartbreak." Whether you like Hip-Hop's resident brat or not, those are some of the most sincere words ever uttered by a rapper. It's ill not because of the lyrics per se, but the conflict he illustrates between balancing stardom and his personal life. Getting back to my point though, it's tough. I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry to the unintentional victims of my decisions. For your sake, I wish it didn't have play out this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my real issue is time management. Who knows? I'll end with a little anecdote that doesn't necessarily fit into this whole post, but does in a weird way. The other day while email chatting, someone asked, "why'd you spend all that time in college if it isn't to get a job". My response was, "for me. It wasn't a means to a corporate job, but because I wanted to." Maybe that's the difference between me and most people. I do what I want to get what I want, while others just follow the pre-structed "Matrix" patterns. However, the real question is, what happens when you don't get the results you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6506264409614251155?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6506264409614251155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6506264409614251155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6506264409614251155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6506264409614251155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-edged-sword.html' title='Double Edged Sword'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8862531233515990928</id><published>2009-10-14T01:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:21:19.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshmen Adjustment</title><content type='html'>so I'm going through a lot right now, and I feel out of place, out of pocket, and at times, out of my mind. I guess that's what geniuses are made of. That all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8862531233515990928?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8862531233515990928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8862531233515990928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8862531233515990928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8862531233515990928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/freshmen-adjustment.html' title='Freshmen Adjustment'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4760706268714752167</id><published>2009-10-11T22:20:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:22:21.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Friend Request : Denied</title><content type='html'>I've been slow to come around, but I'm finally using all the major social networking sites. Thing is, I can't stand them... well not completely. Over the past few days I've been giving serious thought to my personal criteria for "friendship" on these sites. So if you are uninitiated but happen to come across this blog entry, please give it a read before friend requesting me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shakeink"&gt;Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike one, and rarely update anything including music. I may check it from time to time, but not enough to consider myself truly on it. My major gripe with Myspace is that it's a free for all. Anyone, and everyone (which usually consists of upstart musicians with artist pages) want to befriend you. I'm not upset at the selfless promotion, but if you're going to ask me to be a "friend", you should at least message me. I hate all these blind requests which are followed by spamming unimportant bulletins. I stopped adding people after the 600+ mark, and I don't understand why I should see anyone's single bulletin posted 20 consecutive times. So if I do know you, and you'd like to be my friend on Myspace, you should 1)message me and 2)not post senseless bulletins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Incomparable-Shakespeare/98767161880"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one I really do like, and that's because it does everything Myspace failed to do. Not only do you get "friend suggestions", but you can actually trace your relationship to people based on mutual friends. So despite my page not working right now, I'm frequently on FB. It just happens to do everything right. You can see everyone's updates/statuses and they aren't intrusive. You can easily communicate with all your peeps and actually rest assured they're your peeps. I can't pinpoint any one thing that makes it great, but it just seems to work. If you'd like to friend me, search me by gov't name. ALSO...join the fan page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/shakybaby"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely late to the party on this one, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I questioned the functionality of Twitter altogether because I can already tell people what I'm doing with my FB status. However, over the past few days I've realized the difference. People are overly obsessive with their tweets. 1) I don't care what color pajamas you're wearing, 2) I don't care about every artist/song title in the playlist you're currently listening to, and 3) I really don't care for your sports anchor-esque play by play recap of whatever function your at. Now I am guilty of at least one of these things, but I have since learned better. I've come to the realization that just because I may "friend" you on FB doesn't secure me "following" you on Twitter. Actually, I'm aiming to follow only 100-150 people total on Twitter. Whereas Facebook has a way of re-uniting old friends which makes me smile, Twitter can easily remind you why you lost contact or grew apart in the 1st place. So if you choose to follow me, cool. If I choose to follow you, and you one day realize I'm no longer following you; don't take in offensive. You can probably assume you gave away just a tad bit too much information too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, subscribe to my blog gosh darn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4760706268714752167?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4760706268714752167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4760706268714752167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4760706268714752167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4760706268714752167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-request-denied.html' title='Friend Request : Denied'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-8348649521027706525</id><published>2009-10-07T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:16:38.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>"Brooklyn Boy, I  Am Home Right Now"</title><content type='html'>so I've leaked the 1st song from my new project, The British Invasion. It's a mash up produced by the homie Silver, re-imagining ADELE's "Hometown Glory". It's getting around on the net, and the feedback has been overwhelmingly positive. Please download it and tell a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;download: &lt;a href="http://usershare.net/TeamOnSMASH/h1i3lnckpg0s"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-8348649521027706525?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/8348649521027706525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=8348649521027706525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8348649521027706525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/8348649521027706525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/10/brooklyn-boy-i-am-home-right-now.html' title='&quot;Brooklyn Boy, I  Am Home Right Now&quot;'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1716760575467873273</id><published>2009-09-18T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:15:10.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible People</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately, as I usually do. For a long time I kept saying that I needed a strong support system, which I never felt like I had. Recently though, I've realized I have a incredible team. Although they make not work together, they all contribute to what you see on stage, hear on songs, or see on the net. I just wanted to thank all the "invisible people" that are as much The Incomparable Shakespeare as I am. Their efforts motivate me, keep me on my toes, present me in a positive light, help build the buzz, keep me fly, and most importantly, keep me grounded. There are so many of you.... Thank you. As things are really beginning to pop, just know I got y'all. I appreciate every studio session, every Internet post, every meal, every photo, and all the countless things I'm forgetting. Regardless, WE'RE about to blast off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1716760575467873273?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1716760575467873273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1716760575467873273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1716760575467873273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1716760575467873273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/09/invisible-people.html' title='The Invisible People'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4669934114763803847</id><published>2009-09-15T13:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:07:19.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Performance'/><title type='text'>Huge Show This Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sq_JWammZeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oXcMTsr4y14/s1600-h/mario+flyer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sq_JWammZeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oXcMTsr4y14/s400/mario+flyer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381741466666558946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessir... I'm opening up for Mario. Come out and support your boy. It's at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Elmwood Theater&lt;br /&gt;57-02 Hoffman Drive&lt;br /&gt;Elmhurst, N.Y 11373&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cop your tickets from Ticketmaster: &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/Mario-Plus-Andre-Ramseur-tickets/artist/1362100"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4669934114763803847?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4669934114763803847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4669934114763803847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4669934114763803847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4669934114763803847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/09/huge-show-this-friday.html' title='Huge Show This Friday...'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sq_JWammZeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oXcMTsr4y14/s72-c/mario+flyer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1831358150956352233</id><published>2009-09-14T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:56:17.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!!!</title><content type='html'>There are alot of things I can't speak on right now, but I ask all my people to ride out with me. All I can say is that the next couple of weeks are going to get nutty. After watching Jay at the Garden and the VMA's, I can't help but be inspired. I'm opening for Mario this coming Friday, Sept. 18 at the Elmwood Theatre with R&amp;B crooner Mario. I'll have more news to announce soon, but thank you for all the support. Just know that I'm really excited.  Trust when I say you should be excited too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1831358150956352233?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1831358150956352233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1831358150956352233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1831358150956352233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1831358150956352233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/09/excited.html' title='Excited!!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7086723791167234593</id><published>2009-08-23T05:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:52:31.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benchmarks</title><content type='html'>Just a week ago, I began uploading the "Skinny Jeans" video to various sites. I always thought it would have done well, but I'd be lying if I said I knew it would have as many views as it does now. Intially I had set a benchmark, which I won't reveal, in my mind. However, I met an entirely new benchmark yesterday which was completely unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get this... As I get on the train, I take a seat. Instantly the person next to me says, "that skinny jeans video is hard." I was taken aback as I began having a conversation with a complete stranger. It was bewildering, flattering, but also a sign that the hood is watching. I write this to say, your measure of success shouldn't only be stats. Obviously the video is circulating the net, but I felt like that single moment was the first real indication that we were having an impact. So to homie, that taught me something by simply recognizing me, thank you because you definitely made my day. 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7086723791167234593?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7086723791167234593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7086723791167234593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7086723791167234593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7086723791167234593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/benchmarks.html' title='Benchmarks'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-6421619949668060578</id><published>2009-08-21T03:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:49:48.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Accountability</title><content type='html'>So I received a phone call from someone I hadn't heard from in ages, and they called to square things away between us. Thing is, despite not talking to them forever, I didn't realize there was an issue. As the conversation continued, I realized they were really hurt. I had unknowingly violated the &lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/06/thread-that-binds-us.html"&gt;thread that bound us&lt;/a&gt;, and I felt awful. To think that such a simple act, better yet lack of action, could have negatively  impacted our relationship and their perception of me really bothered me. So to my lil' homie, I'm sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going through these days but I find myself fessing up to my mistakes, misjudgments, and outright fuck ups a lot more these days. No selfish interest, no excuses, no defending, but just accepting accountability and apologizing. My life is absolutely far from ideal or perfect, and I actually have to mend things with a few people I really care about. Thing is, I see clearly now, and I have to act accordingly. To those that I hurt unintentionally, I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I want to thank everyone for their support. The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVcQJlgcsRI"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; is doing incredible numbers at an even more incredible pace. We've manage to record more than 14,000 views in 4 days. Thank you.... I'm very grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-6421619949668060578?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/6421619949668060578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=6421619949668060578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6421619949668060578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/6421619949668060578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/accountability.html' title='Accountability'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-742249441746483103</id><published>2009-08-17T23:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:17:43.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>It's On!!!</title><content type='html'>So I recently released the video to "Skinny Jeans (The World's Gone Mad)" on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVcQJlgcsRI"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; over the weekend. From there, I posted it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Incomparable-Shakespeare/98767161880"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and now its been getting &lt;a href="http://2dopeboyz.okayplayer.com/2009/08/17/the-protracktorz-skinny-jeans-the-world%E2%80%99s-gone-mad-f-the-incomparable-shakespeare-viideo/"&gt;CRAZY responses&lt;/a&gt; on the net. Its officially become viral and its been posted on several popular blogs and websites already, and I was completely unaware. Thing is, when I upped it, I deliberately didn't tell many people because I wanted to move strategically with it. Well there goes that idea...its officially out of my control now. I appreciate all the comments, both positive and negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVcQJlgcsRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HVcQJlgcsRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-742249441746483103?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/742249441746483103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=742249441746483103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/742249441746483103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/742249441746483103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s On!!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7386379378345723552</id><published>2009-08-16T23:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:05:26.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Tell My Why</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why people lie about simple things. Now I'm not saying I'm a saint and I've never lied, but it's bewildering when people lie about stupidity. I guess I bring this up to say that when caught out there, I'm really left to question a person's character. Right now I find myself really striving to be honest with not only the people around me, but myself. Ironically I just told my dude that I'm trying to cut out any vices in my life. I told another that I'm trying to correct my wrongs as well. However as I find myself on this newfound path of enlightenment, I realize I have to cut out the fuckery around me...more importantly, the producers of the fuckery!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7386379378345723552?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7386379378345723552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7386379378345723552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7386379378345723552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7386379378345723552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-tell-my-why.html' title='Please Tell My Why'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7778982061366837582</id><published>2009-08-14T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:26:25.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my PC is broken, and I feel... Helpless. It sucks. It also reminds me how dependent we are on technology&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Incomparable Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7778982061366837582?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7778982061366837582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7778982061366837582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7778982061366837582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7778982061366837582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-my-pc-is-broken-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-7197421411320723966</id><published>2009-08-03T15:01:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:27:12.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The DL'/><title type='text'>The DL Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>So I've been meaning to start posting music that I feel deserves to be heard, and here are 2 mixtapes from fam and "&lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/search/label/Co-Sign"&gt;Official Co-Sign&lt;/a&gt;" alum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK Cyph - Rhymes are Easy, Life is Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Snc42XjYR2I/AAAAAAAAATo/e8u52Q2_uvw/s1600-h/bkcyphfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Snc42XjYR2I/AAAAAAAAATo/e8u52Q2_uvw/s320/bkcyphfront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365819987721733986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The homie Cyph drops a dope mixtape. Joints to check out: "Never Sold Crack", "The Voice", "Different Over Here", and "Going Back" &lt;br /&gt;Download: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/61452400b005e4b0/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphic - Good Morning America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Snc48bVIuuI/AAAAAAAAATw/4Q06oIimHdw/s1600-h/GMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Snc48bVIuuI/AAAAAAAAATw/4Q06oIimHdw/s320/GMA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365820091814951650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I already told you about this a few days ago. Joints to check out: "Energy!", "Summa", "Gut Feelin", and "Not Gonna Last Forever"&lt;br /&gt;Download: &lt;a href="www.zshare.net/download/635383416fdcd283/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-7197421411320723966?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/7197421411320723966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=7197421411320723966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7197421411320723966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/7197421411320723966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/dl-vol-1.html' title='The DL Vol. 1'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Snc42XjYR2I/AAAAAAAAATo/e8u52Q2_uvw/s72-c/bkcyphfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-994140827428301732</id><published>2009-08-03T06:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:15:15.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my thoughts</title><content type='html'>There's so much on my noggin right now. I'm listening to tracks off my 1st project in several months, and I'm incredibly anxious. Apart of me is so eager to see how people respond to it, yet I can give 2 wiggywhats what anyone thinks about it.  Most of my projects &amp; and previous mixtapes had concepts, but this one is truly nutty. The tracks are really incredible. I don't like talking up the music, but I firmly believe this one will resonate in a way the others didn't. I truly feel like I'm making the best music I ever have, and I can't wait to share with y'all. That all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-994140827428301732?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/994140827428301732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=994140827428301732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/994140827428301732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/994140827428301732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-my-thoughts.html' title='Just my thoughts'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3686663680437511651</id><published>2009-07-31T11:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:19:27.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Co-Sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Downloads'/><title type='text'>Offical Co-Sign Vol. 8</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back? Yeah I know he got the &lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html"&gt;co-sign already&lt;/a&gt;, but the homie Graphic. Not only is one of the most talented producers I know, but he's always been one of the best rappers I know. I think he prematurely retired from spitting, but its good to see him back. There are very few people that I truly consider friends, let alone family, but he's one of them. Give it a listen, and pass the word along... its dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favs: "Energy", "Gut Feelin", "Summa", and "Not Gonna Last Forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.datpiff.com/embed/mixtape/m055f71d/" quality="high" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="402" height="221" allowScriptAccess="always" allowScripting="on"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com/GRAPHIC_Good_Morning_America.m51501.html" target="_blank"&gt;Download Mixtape&lt;/a&gt; | Provided by &lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com" target="_blank"&gt;DatPiff.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no link to the download besides Datpiff, but I may re upload to sharebee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3686663680437511651?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3686663680437511651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3686663680437511651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3686663680437511651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3686663680437511651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/07/offical-co-sign-vol-8.html' title='Offical Co-Sign Vol. 8'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4388719856438585641</id><published>2009-07-19T04:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T04:15:24.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I&amp;#39;m admittedly a tad buzzed. I&amp;#39;m also a cluster f%*k of emotions. So much crazy happenings. I&amp;#39;m happy, sad, anxious, nervous, &amp;amp; excited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4388719856438585641?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4388719856438585641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4388719856438585641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4388719856438585641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4388719856438585641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-admittedly-tad-buzzed.html' title=''/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-3880418846823559102</id><published>2009-07-10T00:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:57:40.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm a self-proclaimed F-up!!</title><content type='html'>Not literally, but yes I am. I've come to the realization that despite my best efforts to make thing better, I seem to hurt the ones I care about. I don't know if this is the simple byproduct of being emotionally invested or because we all have expectations. For a long time I've thought, "expectations only set up disappointment". I know that sounds pessimistic, but there is truth in it. However, we need expectation. Expectation gives us the promise of something greater, something to hope for, most importantly, something to aspire to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this philosophical mumbo jumbo to say that, I find myself unintentionally hurting people I would never do anything to. I don't have the capacity to be malicious, but I'm aware that my insecurities can subconsciously pull me away from people. I'm not sure if its attributed to my past experiences or a coping mechanism. I don't know if I'm even making sense at this point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, it hurts when you hurt those you care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-3880418846823559102?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/3880418846823559102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=3880418846823559102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3880418846823559102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/3880418846823559102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-self-proclaimed-f-up.html' title='I&apos;m a self-proclaimed F-up!!'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-1035400849913926606</id><published>2009-07-03T03:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:48:48.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Real Talk</title><content type='html'>So its MAAAAAAD early in the AM, and I'm listening to old demos of me and my folk. I can't shake the thought, "Damn, we've been doing this a long time together." Its wild because as close as I am to both these people, I feel incredibly distant from them. We've been through so much together, whether bogus shows, car accidents, birth of babies, losing family members, making music, and everything else that came in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy because I've gotten into more arguments with "real" girlfriends about the girl in the crew than I have any other girl I know!!!JOKES!!!! Now my dude, we've admittedly been through our growing pains. Things is, despite everything, he's always been there AND looked out!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't attribute this feeling right now to simple nostalgia, but knowing that both these people have very special places in my heart. Regardless of what we go through though, I love y'all. Hopefully y'all know that. I guess at the moment I'm more overcome by missing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note to self: BE A BETTER FRIEND: check on Dre &amp; Elijah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wild because they've not only shaped me, but have been there at so many significant moments. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm listening to "Hopes &amp; Halo".... most of y'all won't know that song unless you were in the studio when I recorded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sk23EG7Zt5I/AAAAAAAAATI/dXCLQ48SAVI/s1600-h/Saturday+Nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sk23EG7Zt5I/AAAAAAAAATI/dXCLQ48SAVI/s320/Saturday+Nite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354136813220509586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-1035400849913926606?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/1035400849913926606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=1035400849913926606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1035400849913926606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/1035400849913926606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/07/real-talk.html' title='Real Talk'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/Sk23EG7Zt5I/AAAAAAAAATI/dXCLQ48SAVI/s72-c/Saturday+Nite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-4032683539309908480</id><published>2009-06-14T22:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:47:22.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m a HATER!! Congrats Mr.Bryant, but I&amp;#39;m still not a fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-4032683539309908480?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/4032683539309908480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=4032683539309908480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4032683539309908480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/4032683539309908480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hater-congrats-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-5870207758932054601</id><published>2009-06-07T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:24:05.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Thread That Binds Us Part 2</title><content type='html'>This is for...&lt;br /&gt;my boy who am I bound to because we matured while living by trial &amp; error&lt;br /&gt;my friend who I am bound to because we are inherently destined to do music&lt;br /&gt;my friend who I am bound to because we understand the need/want to be appreciated&lt;br /&gt;my dude who I am bound to because we braved a new situation together&lt;br /&gt;my homegirl I am bound to because of sincerity&lt;br /&gt;my friend I am bound to because we are driven to not only be successful, but GREAT&lt;br /&gt;my friend I am bound to because despite our flaws, we see truth in each other&lt;br /&gt;my friends I am bound to by virtue of going to the same school&lt;br /&gt;my friend I am bound to because we never accepted marginal success academically&lt;br /&gt;my fam who I am bound to because at an early age, we recognized our love for Hip-Hop&lt;br /&gt;THE girl I am bound to because because we saw through the mediocrity &amp; expected more&lt;br /&gt;my friends I am bound to because we sacrifice stability and pursue our dreams instead&lt;br /&gt;my friends I am bound to by the superficial thread of being &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=278602776&amp;s=143441"&gt;"FRESH"&lt;/a&gt; and gearing&lt;br /&gt;my friends I am bound to because we stayed up late dreaming of being on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobbito_Garc%C3%ADa"&gt;Stretch &amp; Bob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends I am bound to because..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakeink.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Incomparable Shakepeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-5870207758932054601?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/5870207758932054601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=5870207758932054601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5870207758932054601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/5870207758932054601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/06/thread-that-binds-us-part-2.html' title='The Thread That Binds Us Part 2'/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292537514865715707.post-600382775760628789</id><published>2009-06-04T19:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:40:41.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;The Thread That Binds Us .. Part 2 coming soon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Incomparable Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5292537514865715707-600382775760628789?l=shakeink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/feeds/600382775760628789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5292537514865715707&amp;postID=600382775760628789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/600382775760628789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5292537514865715707/posts/default/600382775760628789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeink.blogspot.com/2009/06/thread-that-binds-us_04.html' title=''/><author><name>The Incomparable Shakespeare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09823054611496385165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7bzjwKP_nhg/SdTwQDqhiZI/AAAAAAAAASg/FwQwCAOtorw/S220/DSC_4681-227+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
