I temporarily have to put my music onto a standstill as I am without a mic. I was previously recording on a friend's and he has now taken it and is moving away. I am without the funds to create my music at the current time so I don't know if I'll be able to make any more music for a long while. I am without employment and things are a struggle at the moment. I had fun with the run though.

Currently working on some new songs. Anyone got any beats they wanna hear rapped on? I'd like to try some things the people want to hear! Send me a PM/Comment/Facebook link on the side. Any and all suggestions welcome!

Have a good one, NG!

I'm just kickin' it. How bout you?

Currently working a lot of music projects, mainly using beats I find in the NG-Audio portal, trying to create a few songs. I need a new microphone and someone with knowledge of production, because once I record(on a good mic) I don't know how to mix/master vocals to make it sound finished and polished.

I recently entered the DIY Android Figurine Comp for this year's robot day, it's in the Art forum go check it out. Luis made the topic.

I also made an art thread showcasing my own artwork outside of my concept entries for the contest.

Hopefully I can get unbanned from the audio-portal, drop some music. Get more active in my art, too. Just generally start getting more towards were I wanna be in life which is around music and art.

I let out a barely audible yawn as I awoke from my slumber to an alarm clock ringing with glee. "I hate Monday mornings..." I muttered to myself while stumbling around looking for some clothes to wear. Still half-awake not fully ready for the day I lug myself into the shower and feel a blast from the initial cold then hot water. Drying myself off while examining myself in the mirror noting my less than admirable penis size; I was a full three inches when erect not nearly enough to satisfy any woman. All dressed up, for the struggles that lie ahead, I hesitantly slid into the BMW's seats admiring the interior for a moment with dreams of owning one myself some day I turned the key and took off.

When I arrived at the office I was greeted by a roomful of nameless business people just drinking their coffee keeping on with the daily tasks. I settled myself into my cubicle and let out a sigh; I was not ready to face the work that would ensue or the four o' clock meeting with my boss. I started sipping my coffee as the computer was warming up making it's familiar buzzing sound I grew dreadful of.

Sipping my coffee and typing away at some spreadsheet for some big company I thought to myself, "I hate this shit; I do all the dirty work and get no recognition. Fuck it I'm quitting." "I'm quitting," I told myself this a million times already, but I just don't have the balls to tell my boss that I am sick of this bullshit. I just keep working away like the faceless no-named business man I was. "This is how my life is going to be until I die," I muttered to myself while noticing the ever approaching four o' clock meeting.

I grasped the cold steel door handle and swung it open with a feeling of dread as I saw my boss sitting at one end of the table in his black leather chair. I took a seat at the opposite end of the table I had such a hatred for that five foot brown haired man. He opened his mouth and I just wanted to shove my fist directly into the back of his throat; "John, do you know why I called you to this meeting?" He said. I replied quickly with a stern, "No." He said, "I want to fuck you, John." I was shocked he'd be so open yet it left me with feelings of arousal so I replied with a hesitant, "Um, I suppose there is a first time for everything?" I was then struck with a sudden fear that he'd see my small penis and get turned off which would lead to the termination of my employment; even though I wanted to quit I couldn't I need this job.

He started kissing me softly on my neck leaving a little puddle of saliva from each kiss; while kissing me he slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. My shirt fell from my body with grace and elegance he slowly moved down my body going from my neck to my navel while my unbuttoned pants drop to my ankles. My boxers got caught with my pants and were sitting at my ankles I stepped out of them showing my full three inches in all it's glory. He gazed at my erect penis, it was dripping with pre-cum, and he smiled and said, "I was hoping it wouldn't be too big." I felt relief and stared at him still fully clothed; he quickly undressed knowing what I wanted. His cock was large I want to say eight inches then he slowly got to his knees with a grin on his face.

He stuck out his tongue and slowly slurped the pre-cum of the tip of my erect penis. I shivered a little bit it felt good it was a feeling I definitely wasn't used to. He then slowly started licking my shaft while playing with the head between his fingers. He started to engulf my penis into the depths of his throat; I realized I couldn't hold out much longer. My cum exploded into his throat with it's salty warmness and I could feel him swallowing as his entire mouth and throat tensed up. He slowly pulled my penis out his mouth licking any extra drops that might have escaped. I went flaccid instantly and knew it was my turn to service him. He said, "I want to fuck you in the ass." I slowly bent down and rested my hands on the table in front of me while he slowly slid his un-lubed penis into my rectum. It was quite painful and I started to bleed which made it slide in easier it was my own natural lube. In a matter of seconds he was pounding my ass with a fierce force that split my ass wide open. I was bleeding badly and it felt so good the blood trickled down my legs.

It continued like this for a solid thirty seconds and then he came deep inside of my large intestines. I proceeded to push the semen out which he lapped up like a dog. We both relaxed for five minutes reflecting on the magic that just occurred. We then proceeded to put our clothes on and I asked him, "Did you want anything else, Boss?" He said, "Nah, I'm good, but please call me Seymour." I headed for the door and slowly walked out before being stopped by Seymour by telling me I got a raise. I smiled and walked out muttering to myself, "I love this job..." I spent the rest of the day sitting in my cubicle feeling the blood on my leg it constantly reminded me of the acts that took place behind those doors oh how I longed to have another meeting with my boss.

The Throne Is Mine

What'cha sayin' and what'cha doin' is a contradiction
Go ahead hate on me I'm a shoe-in for the affliction
I spit this lyrical crack you hooked like an addiction
You spit this lyrical whack you are not competition
So why bother to holler and fight this real MC
When I spit it, it stings like a million bees
Treat you like a one night stand, hit it and quit it
My lines are perfection like gods right hand
Writing the sickest flu, I mean flow
Stop drop and roll when I spit this fire
It blows your mind burnin' wit desire
To get like this, to hit like this, to spit like this
I never stop burnin' up like fire and no water
You can't reach me you a fireman with no ladder
But you will never be like me you won't see
What it's like to be a real MC your vision cloudy
Your style I'm doubting and your fans are shouting
My name, you are through in this game just a lame
Now that I'm it things will never be the same

No rules to this shit so I do this thang
Just trying to get paid so I steal your change
Lyrically strapped so my gat go bang-bang-bang
I'll eat all you bitches up like the cookie monsta'
Smoke so much weed that you think I'ma rasta
Go ahead and challenge me bet I'ma rock ya
Sock ya, drop ya, and top ya
You just a scratch that I need to itch
I mean an itch that I need to scratch
I'll bust up your head hittin' like a truck
Then I'ma rip out the stitches, mean as fuck
I'm like the garbage man goin' pick you up
Put ya in the disposal, listen to my proposal
Just quit this shit you can not really spit
You always off it you can not really hit
Just admit it, you are not really this

I write all my lyrics with a passion
Don't give a fuck what's in fashion
It's you I'm passin', never quit its everlastin'
My rhymes is fantastic yours is plastic
I'm all real this you can not fake
Cookin it up like an easy bake
Write non-stop rhyme after rhyme
Staying with the grind all the time
I'm always shinin' till I get mine
I do this myself all on my own
With my pen and pad in the zone
I let it flow just write whats on the dome
That's why I'm the only one fit for the throne

This atomic flow, exploding it radioactive
I drop bombs, non-stop attackin'
Blow up the mic, damage is massive
I'm launchin' missiles, never be missin'
Every single target, I'm always hittin'
I'm a war lord, I'm never quittin'
Drop nuke after nuke, these bricks you shittin'
Got you runnin scared, you can't compete
So get off the mic, just concede defeat
Listen to the tracks, rewind it back
You are not this, your shit be whack
Ruthless when I do this, this lyrical attack
Truthless when you do this, take it back
I Lit my fuse, blew it up
I lit your fuse, just a dud
This captivating flow, twist it up

I twist it up like a blunt
You nothing but a front
Choking you off turnin' purple
They say the truth hurtful
Spit nothin' but the truth so I hurt ya
Twisted raps you know that
And I'm new to this here
You've been in it for years
Now you cry so many tears
Now you got so many fears
And you can't handle it
When I damage and dismantle it
I'm burnin' hotter than a candle lit
As I proceed to blow your mind
This game ain't no grind to me
It's just so easy to see

Don't care if I'm never on top
Do it for fun, never gonna stop
I'd like the fortune, fuck the fame
If I get it or not, it's all the same
I will not change, I'll always remain
Always keep it real, this is no game
If it was I will win, you just lame
Spittin' nothing but lies, have you no shame
I'll never claim what I'm not
Never say I own what I don't got
If you want you can find me in the same spot
Burnin' up with the pen and pad this flows hot
You should just stop it you just not
I blow it up and shoot shrapnel
I'll never stop droppin' these bombs
Lyrical attacks damage is collateral

Living Broke

(intro)
Real life right here, broke as hell. Pockets on empty.
Just want to get some money. We all need it. Alright let's go.

I got no money to my name
Broke ass man; it's a shame
Literally only pocket change
Bills stackin' up, I need a job
Or these bitches, I'ma have to rob
Getting desperate with no dinero
I gotta get mine, I'm numero uno
Can't even buy a pack of smokes
or the herb that I love to toke
Don't remember my last c-note
I think it's time to sell dope
God damn it sucks livin' broke

(Chorus x3)
I ain't got no money
I ain't got no job
Now I sell dope
Because I'm broke, broke, broke

Gotta get that money man
Back to the streets again
Time to bag up the grams
Money start commin in
Things are looking up now
But ya better watch out
Don't know who to trust
What if you get caught up
What'cha gonna do then
You gonna stick to the plan
Hell yeah I am, god damn
See I never snitch, never tell
Keep things hidden well
Locked up, but oh well

(Chorus x2)
Sold a little dope
Till someone told
You hangin on the rope
How you gonna cope
Did it because I'm broke, broke, broke

I'll do my time for any crime
Never cave in and drop a dime
Matter of fact, won't say a word
Fuck these motherfucking worms
I'll show you all my paperwork
Because I'm true to my word
Got convicted, 18 and a felon
I'ma man, still never tellin
Sitting up in the block now
Oranged up from the top down
It's time to make my rounds
Get out, get my feet on the ground
Till then, damn it sucks livin broke

The lyrical twist, hold you captive
The flow atomic, like radioactive
On the mic, damage is massive
Like a salesman, so persuasive
Commin naturally, like native
Killin beats wit a movite
Got em in chalk outlines
Beat murderer so I, outlive
Hit rewind so you can, relive
That last line,you drunk like moonshine.
Trying to get to the top, don't stop.
Get my name on signs, on skylines.
Hate the 9-to-5, wanna recline
You sit sidleine, and whine
Every rhyme I, put in my time
Thoughts spinnin, like a turbine
Mind racin fast, like a redline
Lyrical bullets, like split your hairline
It just flows, like a bloodline

Put my pen to the pad
Open up and write
then my soul ignite
then my rhyme take flight
get so high, no-one in sight
Delivery hard, full of might
dynamite when I'm on the mic
Gonna get my spit tight
Gonna get my shit right
Flow glows, oh so bright
You just a nightlight
Fade to black only night in sight
Skills gettin better with time
Aging like a fine wine
This flow is mine
Hittin wit percision
Like m4 carbine
Hard wit every rhyme
This you can't confine

All truth, you nothing but a lie
Like a polygraph, you want my autograph
So put together, take a photograph
So orchestrated, yet still hated.
Don't give a fuck about it
Flow oh so cold, shit be retarded
Flow can go slow, like fallin snow
Its oh so hot, I spite fire
Droppin gems, like sapphire
You just hope and desire
Should I spit it slow, or fast?
Like gunfire, rat-a-tat-tat
I aspire to be the best
Don't want it to backfire
I'm a winner, too good for that.
If you ain't first, you last.

Blow me.