I look like I got the “I just think it’s funny how...” text lmao. Anywho, I’ve been really into “Would you Rather?” questions lately. So with that being said...Would you rather: Have a non-removable hat that you had to wear for the rest of your life, OR, wake up every day in DIRE NEED of a haircut? (And by “in DIRE NEED”, I mean you wake up with the worst hair day you could ever imagine) LOL LEAVE YOUR ANSWERS BELOW!
I know I have a LONG ASS way to go still, but I really just want to take this time to appreciate how far I’ve gotten thus far with this music thing. One of the first singles I put up on Spotify, “Capacity”, has over 380,000 streams. I set up an album release party for my very first album ever (with the help of @caitlinkimpton and @sassqueen612, thank you two! It definitely wouldn’t have been that amazing without you) I, then, released Lite Work in February, and it’s been getting incredible reception since then (HUGE thank you to everyone who has and continues to listen to it). And now, I’m in the process of setting up a mini-tour for this summer, and one of the stops is in my hometown - Milwaukee, WI. Sometimes it’s hard for me to celebrate my progress because I’m, like everyone else, flooded with the success of others on social media. And naturally, being the competitive person I am, I compare my progress to theirs. But, it’s important to celebrate YOUR achievements. Recognize and give yourself credit for the feats you’ve accomplished along your journey. And just remember that as long as you’re one step closer to your goals at the end of the day, you WILL get there. Oh, and I dropped my own merchandise (as seen in the picture) haha shout-out @levitaylorgraphics for the dope ass logo 😎 | Photo Credit: @lexleshay
What’s gooood y’all?? I was feeling kinda aggressive after work today so I freestyled over that “Control” beat this evening. Side note, I know the Bucks took an L tonight, but we’re gonna act like that didn’t happen and be positive tonight folks, no negative energy. Lol but seriously, i hope this is inspiring y’all to get out of your shells and do whatever it is you want to do in life with no fear in your heart. With that being said, enjoy today’s freestyle 🤙🏾
What’s up y’all! Happy Friday, Happy 4/20🌲 🌬So my homie @az_iso started up his #isoinsecurechallenge, which is basically promoting the idea of confronting your insecurities head on and ridding yourself of them all together. He’s been posting a freestyle a day and they’re super dope, go to his page and check ‘em out! In fact, they looked so fun that I decided to post a freestyle myself (beat: Fabolous - Breathe). I’m not sure if I’ll post one a day, but here’s to facing my own insecurities head on! Enjoy, let me know what you think in the comments, and let’s David Blaine these insecurities! (And if you get any ideas, suggest the next song I should freestyle to!)
An artist’s most vulnerable method of expression is through their art. As an artist myself, I appreciate and commend anyone who is brave enough to share that expression in a world that, especially with the existence of social media, can be harsh and dismissive. With that being said, I want to give a huge shout-out to @taylorblazekovic for sharing your art with me (and the world). This piece, and the pieces I’ve seen from you, are amazing, and I’m looking forward to watching you grow as an artist. If you haven’t checked her artwork out, head on over to her page — you’re missing out.
About 21 years ago, when my mom asked me if I wanted a brother or a sister, I replied in my sweet little 3-year-old voice, “A sister!” Like the brother I never had, we would play basketball together, any and every video game...she even wanted to collect Yu-Gi-Oh cards with me 😂 I couldn’t let the night end without wishing my equally goofy, beautiful, and loving sister a Happy National Sibling Day. You’re the best sibling I could ever ask for - love you scrub!
Instrumental flowin' thru my headphones; Melodies tellin' me the message of my next song. Mellow keys envelop me until I feel the vibe, and when I write it’s like all these elements come to life. Something like a young Bach, may this pencil tell my tale well. Think outside the box, like a felon in a jail cell. Many don't prevail, I save face and holla, “Farewell!” I feel the stares as I'm climbin' up the stairwell. Glaring at my successive progression, never failin' over here. EVERY step is a lesson, and nothin' less than a blessin’. I don't resemble the rest, and yet I'm slept on. Been through a couple nail biters, but yet I pressed on. Kept on dreamin', believin', whether or not these music Nazis rockin' with me or do not see the top for me and my posse. And frankly, I don't really give a fuck…I don't care. It's there. You’re slow to hop on, tortoise and the hare.
Feelin’ frustrated…I gotta make it; recording the realest statements from the comfort of my basement. I'm lookin' at the game and lookin' at my placement; Somethin’ ain't addin' up…building blocks ain't stackin' up. I can't let go of the passion; it's too late for backin' up. Hard drive capacity nasty, I NEVER lack enough. I don't even sleep no more, so I put the mattress up ’til moms ain't on her feet no more and her pockets fat as FUCK. And this one's for the hip-hop heads boy; sayin’ that the kids left hip hop dead boy. Treat this like my jungle-gym, got monkey bars for ALL of y'all. Spit that heat that make the women lose they tops like Mardi Gras. I'm hard to call, and you ain't gettin thru unless you partially law; busy like a pre-med, double major in the heart of fall. I go get the cheese, bread, pile it on top of Parmesan ’til all my niggas be well-fed and the WHOLE SQUAD is on. Ain't NOBODY rhymin' like THIS, timin' like THIS…got 'em all rewindin' and shit. They revisin' they shit, they see that I'm revivin' this shit; I got that heat make people think, how I survive in this shit? And I'm climbin' ya list of WHOEVER, what YOU do, I do BETTER. It's never a problem to spit some shit that's under the weather, or something that's clever…something that could stump you forever. Hand-deliver the manual, you couldn't put it together…Biddl3.
I gotta get better, my reflection is my only competitor. Channing Tatum with the flow, How I Step it Up; Pedal to the metal and I ain’t letting up. They been sleeping on me I'm bouta get em up; foot on they neck and I’m not finna let ‘em up. You wanna bet? Then, my nigga, let’s set it up. Only regret is that I didn’t bet enough…fuck. I’m really confident, said imma make it and imma make good on my promises. I’m really dominant, hop on a track with a rapper the difference is prominent. Yeah you know what time it is, you niggas broke as a joke you don’t know what a comma is. But imma be rich forever - girls in the bathroom cuz my shit together. Livin’ in a vacuum on a different level, I ain’t never had room on my list to settle. I be fittin’ mad moves in my busy schedule; I be makin’ mad tunes, hope I get to sell ‘em. BUT, don’t get it confused. I do this for YOU - I don’t do this for VIEWS. Without the crew I don’t know what I’d do. When PEOPLE come first, you NEVER can lose. (Song: Biddl3 - Focus)