Monday, February 27, 2012


I'm so proud of my ATL Hip Hop Brethren & Sistren right are a few reasons why....

To kick it off..we got Poodie The Byz's Tribute *God Bless the Dead*

Poodie the Byz is responsible for the powerhouse vocals behind Higher and Better off my Garden State Parkway, LP...

She's just dope man!

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Unsigned Hype bka Will Feagins Jr., of Highimpact Multimedia just shot a short called UNDEREXPOSED- INDIE HIP HOP IN ATLANTA

 Here are the bloopers...

Make sure you vote for Underexposed starting  this Friday...

Will Feagins Jr., is a mainstay when it comes to Indie Videos in Atlanta. He shot, directed and Edited my video for Cheba Cheba ft. Methuzulah

Adrift Da Belle ft. Methuzulah "Cheba Cheba" Music Video from Will F on Vimeo.

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Mrs. Hip Hop herself, STAHHR (The Hs are for Hip Hop) Blessed heads with a taste of her latest offering Mother NTR with a Molotov via listening party at Cloud IX this past week...

Here's a preview of the goodies to expect on Stahhr's forthcoming Mother NTR with a Molotov    

For more info on STAHHR ( I call her Stahhr[a] hahaha) and the new below

As for me...Mixtape in Spring to heat up the Summer.... ONE!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Always Remeber...

No, not ya go!

Still I Rise 

By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history   
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt   
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?   
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells   
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,   
With the certainty of tides,   
Just like hopes springing high,   
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?   
Bowed head and lowered eyes?   
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,   
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?   
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines   
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,   
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds   
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,   
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,   
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.   
I rise
I rise   
I rise.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


Late last year my booking agent talked me into doing an audition for a TV Show... I know right..hahaha...I did it..they picked me ... STAY TUNED!!!

Check the site for more details... 1 Mic Cypher Television Show