Da bidniss is the da bidniss, and the indie bidniss is even harder. I'm fuckin wit Lynch until my day of Doom. Good music is what it is and I already know come March he is droppin somethin far better than all this other shit I'm hearing everywhere else.
24 Deep, Season, Loaded, they all get rotation well over a decade later. I don't expect a new SOTS, I want some new Lynch, period. Missed street dates aside, mis shipped orders aside when this nigga releases new music I get hyped and I'm at the store wit the credit card.
If you ordered somethin and never got it then you may have a legit beef I can't speak on...sometimes things fall in between the cracks. It doesn't justify it but we all slip up at times...but if you just upset that an album didn't drop when it was sposed too then it's just sour grapes...a project didn't drop and u didn't spend no money. No loss.
If you didn't like the mixin n masterin on the Gas Station then fuck it. The nigga was makin an effort to give the fans somethin to bump and let em know "I'm still rippin shit up!" I have expertly mixed albums that still sound like shit because the content aint there...ya'll prolly do to.
Fuckin wit Strange gives Lynch a strong, solid infrastructure to handle his bidniss of music. Fuckin wit Lynch gives Strange another Super Nova on the label and some good music to conduct bidniss around.
Siccness.net is a double edged axe blade. On one side it provides a connection between artist n listener, on the other side it sometimes makes that connection too fuckin personal. The site may have grown in other directions but it WAS BUILT ON THE BACKBONE OF LYNCH AND OTHER FORMER BLACK MARKET ARTISTS. You don't have to show no respect if ya don't want to, but niggas gonna get it in regardless. Personally, I believe that the powers that be at the siccness should be throwin their weight behind the nigga...if for nothing else to show that they recognize and respect the genesis of this site. But then, the powers that be said Fuck Doomsday, but couldn't Fuck Doomsday.
RIP, when ya'll get that promo material in hit me up...and even after 13 mutha fuckin albums n 15 years in the game, me & Eklypss, and Pit will all personally hit the streets of Vegas and tear the Sity a new asshole wit that DAAM.
It's a new year, a new decade, a new label, a new machine, a new beginning. Each of yall prolly done gave a BITCH chance after chance and kept fuckin wit her but then come on here and act like it's Doomsday cause the nigga didn't give ya'll everything he wanted to.
I tried to commit suicide I had a lot on my mind
I couldn't figure nothin out and my momma just died...it's like
everything was blowin up in my mind I couldn't determine what was wrong or right
I'm goin MadeSicc
I aint the type to bitch whine n moan
but now I'm in a weird place n I'm really missin home..na
metaphorically I'm really missin home
I couldn't explain how much I'm really missin home mind gone
I'm on some shit that'd get you locked up
put in the trunk nigga that's life shits fucked up
i remember when I used to sit at home
all alone in my room thinkin I'm hungry for food
my momma screamin in the front room drivin me crazy
i feel like jumpin out the window I'm itchin like scabies
cause my minds tryna play me n nobody cares
I might as well take this 9 milli and die right here
I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth n a tear in my eye wheres my mutha fuckin daughter at
thinkin bout the next place I can slaughter at
I know she wonders where her fathers at
Brotha Lynch Hung
Dinner And A Movie
March 23, 2010
CINcerely,
Sir Playboy 7 a.k.a. Lord Hunta Killa
DOOMSTA
Cin Sity Records