My birthday is official here, and it feels good to see another year. I appreciate all the love everyone has shown me. And most importantly, thank God for blessing me year after year.
“Blow out the candles to another year/Faced a lot of bullsh!t but we still here/So, pour a shot, raise your beer/Here’s to me, myself, and I, n*gga. Cheers.” – Naledge “Happy Birthday”
I know it’s been a few days since I’ve updated The Block so I wanted to let everyone know what’s going on with me. As most of you know, I had my birthday parties this passed Friday and Saturday in South Carolina, and both parties were a complete success, and I want to thank everyone who came out. I really do apprecite it.
So, I partied hard on Fri. and Sat. and come Sunday my throat was sore as sh!t (no homo, just in case). I thought it was the after effects from spending two nights in smokey azz clubs, so I took a little Vitamin-C and a cold tablet and went to bed. But when I woke up on Monday morning my throat was even worse, plus my head was throbbing as if nuccas were swag surfin’ in it, and my lungs were congested like muthaf@ckin’ were having a smoke-a-thon inside.
So, I pretty much spend Monday and Tuesday in bed, fuxed the fuxed up. I finally started feeling better today. My cousin hooked me up with some Theraflu…well, he just gave me a box of Theraflu. I was feeling too down to actually go prepare it myself, so I tried to call one of my “homegirls” to come fix it for me. But she was actually on her way out. She said she would cancel her plans and come to me, but I didn’t want her to do all of that.
Then she was like, why don’t I let my cousin fix the Theraflu. But the man inside me just won’t like another man take care of me, that just felt extra homo. So, I told her that just wasn’t cool, and that I’d rather lay in the bed with the box of Theraflu in my hands, before I let another man prepare it. So…that’s basically what I did.
I went to sleep for about an hour, until I gathered up enough energy to go make the Theraflu myself, and I sipped that shit slow well watching an episode of Scrubs (I was at my cousin’s house, and he doesn’t have cable).
I think the Theraflu worked. Last night I started sweating like Yung Berg at a Maino album release party, and I woke up today feeling a lot better. I’m still not 100%, but I’m good enough to get back on The Block.
So, now you know. Your boy is down bad just hours away from my Born Day. Hopefully I’ll be able to shake the rest of this flu by tomorrow and I’ll be at full strength. No one wants to be sick on their Birthday.
My birthday party at Club Level was crazy last night. My voice is fuxed up from all the smoke in the club, so I’m getting it back together for Part II tonight @ Club Dream.
Shouts out to all my people that came thru to Level last night.
And tonight, we gon’ do it again.
I apologize for the lack of posts over the last couple of days. I’ve been getting ready for my bday celebartion in Columbia, and proper planning for parties is kinda hectic. Hopefully some of my South Carolina readers will come out and party with your boy tonight. If not tonight, then hopefully I’ll see some of ya’ll tomorrow night @ Club Dream. Either way and even if you can’t make it out, it’s all love.
Happy Birthday to me!
I promise these other rap chicks don’t spit as hard as my girl Hollywood Shellz. Two new tracks from North Carolina’s H.B.I.C.
I got another one out of my hometown…once again it’s Marley Mar and this time he’s accompanied by another Chucktown, SC favorite, Mista Taylor. I’m sure my Charleston people are getting stoopid acting a donkey to this one in the clubs.
Marley Mar ft. Mista Taylor – Last Call
Shouts out to DJ Chuck T for sending this over.
