<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373</id><updated>2011-08-16T23:12:51.106-04:00</updated><category term='Et Cetera'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Chicks'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Midas Welle</title><subtitle type='html'>Music Is Deathproof And Solidified ...While Else Loses Luster Eventually</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>261</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3576418122332937476</id><published>2010-10-10T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T01:58:45.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Best Thang Tweetin'!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated cuz I didn't want people to get lost looking for the mixtapes and such. If you still read this and still care about my efforts...then you'll be happy to know I got MORE new music coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTSFrxkjI/AAAAAAAABD4/DRwQVc-5lR4/s1600/goldrush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTSFrxkjI/AAAAAAAABD4/DRwQVc-5lR4/s400/goldrush.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got the Gold Rush project coming out. All beats done by my uncle, Seth Boogie....this isn't our first rodeo, cowboy...........get that Western reference with the cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTUTyiMAI/AAAAAAAABD8/2ohR-RyokCE/s1600/everywhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTUTyiMAI/AAAAAAAABD8/2ohR-RyokCE/s400/everywhere.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A 4 song EP produced by my ex-school-peer, Kool Kutta. The songs, "Up There", "Down There", "Over There", "Right Here"....haha, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTcpD6xII/AAAAAAAABEI/ATXHEMd6aLY/s1600/amtotheam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTcpD6xII/AAAAAAAABEI/ATXHEMd6aLY/s400/amtotheam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AM TO THE AM is my joint mixtape with fellow Third Worldian, Ace Boogie. This is gonna be one of the hottest projects to come off the label this year. I'm not gonna leak any info on it, cuz you GOTTA WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTaE2ODjI/AAAAAAAABEE/layvKeyAlA0/s1600/thewettening6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTaE2ODjI/AAAAAAAABEE/layvKeyAlA0/s400/thewettening6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finished this on my part. Shaun Fauste will feature on the song I did over Wiz Khalifa and Curren$y's "Car Service"...I get BASED on this mixtape, and I'm starting to drop little knowledges....peep it...soon. Synthetic Cubism...I was originally gonna use only beats sampling Melvin Bliss' "Synthetic Substitution", but those are old school instrumentals that can't be found...I tried.....so that concept was thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTWyGqhsI/AAAAAAAABEA/GQ2UlYFNr54/s1600/thewettening7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTWyGqhsI/AAAAAAAABEA/GQ2UlYFNr54/s400/thewettening7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just made the cover to this. No songs on it yet. The cover is a screenshot from Final Fantasy 7, showing Tifa's Seventh Heaven bar....with the Window's 7 logo. I guess the codename will be 777.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm producing for others too. Czech out Monty C. Benjamin of 2MG(2nd To None Music Group). "Beyond Belief"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="100" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3682280908/size=venti/bgcol=000000/linkcol=ce039a/vis=plasma/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3682280908/size=venti/bgcol=000000/linkcol=ce039a/vis=plasma/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=always allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#000000 &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://montycbenajmin.bandcamp.com/track/beyond-belief-prod-leak"&gt;Beyond Belief(Prod. Leak) by 2MG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is so fuckin' ready to blow!!!--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3576418122332937476?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3576418122332937476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-thang-tweetin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3576418122332937476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3576418122332937476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-thang-tweetin.html' title='Best Thang Tweetin&apos;!!'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TLFTSFrxkjI/AAAAAAAABD4/DRwQVc-5lR4/s72-c/goldrush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6740647954292380375</id><published>2010-09-21T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:14:46.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back</title><content type='html'>In case you thought I was dead or in retirement...I'd like to prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjHw60UsLI/AAAAAAAABCw/gWdJtjwfwwk/s1600/GreenParty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjHw60UsLI/AAAAAAAABCw/gWdJtjwfwwk/s400/GreenParty.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?idrev2mg6uidnp6"&gt;GET IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjIRQCCR6I/AAAAAAAABC4/HW6Ow8V-SZ4/s1600/adad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjIRQCCR6I/AAAAAAAABC4/HW6Ow8V-SZ4/s400/adad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2tbtyknihxbwuw3"&gt;GET IT!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjIpdx8aWI/AAAAAAAABDA/O04lvug5O4U/s1600/20X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjIpdx8aWI/AAAAAAAABDA/O04lvug5O4U/s400/20X.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?04l7578d6yy0p8x"&gt;CANCELED, BUT GET IT ANYWAY!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjI_Enrg7I/AAAAAAAABDI/nDKKouZd69w/s1600/The+Wettening+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjI_Enrg7I/AAAAAAAABDI/nDKKouZd69w/s400/The+Wettening+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?o4aobh3xuog4efz"&gt;GET IT!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjJKLXPhhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/imsWkt70uxo/s1600/TheWettening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjJKLXPhhI/AAAAAAAABDQ/imsWkt70uxo/s400/TheWettening3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5h9c7w43qhdrrad"&gt;GET IT!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjJbDMkvBI/AAAAAAAABDY/bAeeq0ie2AQ/s1600/thewettening4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjJbDMkvBI/AAAAAAAABDY/bAeeq0ie2AQ/s400/thewettening4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?6bj3ecwscvf69kc"&gt;GET IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjJm2lcLSI/AAAAAAAABDg/_RA-TJmNhYw/s1600/thewettening5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjJm2lcLSI/AAAAAAAABDg/_RA-TJmNhYw/s400/thewettening5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?lty5rpogyd3oecc"&gt;GET IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm...WHEW!!! I've been sitting on most of this material since July......I'll be putting the tracks in the playlist later....I just wanted the material online first........Am I in retirement, have I stopped?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjKD68V_wI/AAAAAAAABDo/7B8XVp_PP2E/s1600/thewettening6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjKD68V_wI/AAAAAAAABDo/7B8XVp_PP2E/s400/thewettening6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening 6: Synthetic Cubism.....Les Miserables on the way too!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is the hardest working nigga in the underground...am I lying?--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~p.s.: A song...well, the beat anyway...will appear on M.O's "The Maurice Album"....I took the liberty to rap on it since I made it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjLzv7-yYI/AAAAAAAABDw/fKRfJlkWdcQ/s1600/image+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjLzv7-yYI/AAAAAAAABDw/fKRfJlkWdcQ/s400/image+1.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5p3571b2wdamoaa"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GET IT!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6740647954292380375?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6740647954292380375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6740647954292380375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6740647954292380375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TJjHw60UsLI/AAAAAAAABCw/gWdJtjwfwwk/s72-c/GreenParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1803679304497768517</id><published>2010-09-09T05:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:14:49.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Deal Or No Deal</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with an idea. I'm just gonna juke the middle man and do what I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'm going to send a demo to multiple labels. I've never encountered a person who doesn't feel the music I make, so I'm going to ride that positive feed back to a record contract.......Who am I looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first was the biggest, most hyped up label....Roc Nation.......but they don't release contact info....that's an exclusive club......maybe later.........in the mean time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIijLrtukFI/AAAAAAAABCo/SyibOxn-918/s1600/defjam_300x300_crop_le.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIijLrtukFI/AAAAAAAABCo/SyibOxn-918/s400/defjam_300x300_crop_le.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, that's the only one I care about....who better to turn to for making Hip-Hop????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about just burning EVERY single song I did onto a DVD and telling them, "Aye, check me out, get lost in my sound.".....then I thought, they get a million muthafuckas with decent songs looking for a dealio and I'd get lost in the stack of CD's. I don't want that to happen, so I'm thinking of putting a few original songs on it, and maybe 2 Wettening joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storm Out(From Les Miserables)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Nature Calls(From Music For Dummies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Campaigned On(Dead Presidents II--Wettening 4)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Shed Light On(Where I'm From--Wettening 5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Nothing's final....but I'm trying to make it. It's getting cold. I'm broke as fuck, and I refuse to work a 9 to 5. That's not me, and EVERYBODY knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HUNGRY!!!! I just hope those suits will listen and approve my shit. That would be so fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say, I ain't have to meet somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody who knew somebody. To just get a deal by sending a demo...and THEY LOVED IT!!! I'd love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't think I was dead ass, he's proof I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may need a job, cuz odds are stamps are gonna cost....but I feel Def Jam is gonna work..why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz this is where life has guided me. I feel it. What up, Rick Rubin? What up, Simmons? I'ma be there. I guarantee..like George Foreman....if you remember his Meineke commercials....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is outta here, baby--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1803679304497768517?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1803679304497768517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/deal-or-no-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1803679304497768517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1803679304497768517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal Or No Deal'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIijLrtukFI/AAAAAAAABCo/SyibOxn-918/s72-c/defjam_300x300_crop_le.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3362486294444335785</id><published>2010-09-08T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T03:17:17.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>REMINDER(AH!!)</title><content type='html'>In case you've completely forgotten, or are just plain new to Midas Welle....I'm the best...at what I do....true shit. Trip with me so you know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1OKPwHNI/AAAAAAAABBw/ijW0pHtzmN4/s1600/The+Wettening+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1OKPwHNI/AAAAAAAABBw/ijW0pHtzmN4/s400/The+Wettening+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening 2: Man On Neptune....a project I sorta foresaw after The Battalion. I used nothing but beats produced by The Neptunes. I whole bunch of sappy love songs, some street shit, some hot spitter shit...the usual....dope shit. I like it...some of it...some songs I don't wanna be reminded of....but I'm gonna put them out so that niggas and negrettes know that I can be butt too. This is DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1PMi-vUI/AAAAAAAABB4/_JLRmhlLVnM/s1600/TheWettening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1PMi-vUI/AAAAAAAABB4/_JLRmhlLVnM/s400/TheWettening3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening 3: The Spear Mint(Experiment)...I used "bubblegum rap" beats....not all are considered bubblegum beats, but they are singles for the most part. I spit, do some renditions as usual, doing my thang. I like my "Swag Surfin'". This is 2 songs from completion at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1QUflkcI/AAAAAAAABCA/MpAzANRwqbs/s1600/thewettening4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1QUflkcI/AAAAAAAABCA/MpAzANRwqbs/s400/thewettening4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening 4:Shadow...the first one that I actually took the picture...these are Backgammon pieces I placed on the floor creating the Roman numeral 4. This is semi-dedicated to my uncle...one of my biggest influences for music. The rise of my delivery as well as my lyricism. This is DONE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1RxTilOI/AAAAAAAABCI/DTIJNt2ky3k/s1600/thewettening5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1RxTilOI/AAAAAAAABCI/DTIJNt2ky3k/s400/thewettening5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening 5: Victorious Loser....The Roman numeral 5 is V, V is for victory...but since I'm not anywhere with all these hot ass verses, I am a loser. The picture is of me in HTC doing my impression of an Anime pose...they always have their eyes closed and throw up peace for some reason. This has 7 songs on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc27xpq2EI/AAAAAAAABCQ/L6mk0UmYKHg/s1600/GreenParty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc27xpq2EI/AAAAAAAABCQ/L6mk0UmYKHg/s400/GreenParty.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Clad with an ugly ass picture of myself, DeeJay Big Mick Presents...The Green Party...SUPER EP...it has 3 songs on it...and that may be where it gets left at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc3KjlJoqI/AAAAAAAABCY/MgM5HTzGJP0/s1600/adad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc3KjlJoqI/AAAAAAAABCY/MgM5HTzGJP0/s400/adad.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stereo Symphony Presents...A Dollar And A Dream....5 songs on it...but they sent more beats, so it's technically not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc3ZFsfDxI/AAAAAAAABCg/JC4EKJvm_AQ/s1600/20X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc3ZFsfDxI/AAAAAAAABCg/JC4EKJvm_AQ/s400/20X.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the off chance you remember 20-X...STOP REMEMBERING...where is my Men In Black memory-wiping-flashy-thingy? I'm going to put up the two songs I had for it..eventually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all...in what, two or three months, 6-7 projects. Your boy went ham......and turkey. I DO THIS SHIT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm out. Wait for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas heard something out back..if it's a burglar...eh, God bless...--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3362486294444335785?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3362486294444335785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/reminderah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3362486294444335785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3362486294444335785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/reminderah.html' title='REMINDER(AH!!)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TIc1OKPwHNI/AAAAAAAABBw/ijW0pHtzmN4/s72-c/The+Wettening+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5033126600124827197</id><published>2010-09-06T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T03:44:31.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Kramer Vs. Kramer</title><content type='html'>I've been gone, what, a month or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been right here...bullshitting, recording songs, getting better every lyric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 60 some songs in the playlist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on 141 now...they've yet to be uploaded cuz honestly, I shouldn't be on The Wettening 5 without part 2 available for download...but shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the wonderful world of Midas Muthafuckin' Welle.....Um, music, women, and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT of texting buddies, they help keep me sane....I fuckin' hate texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY finished Les Miserables, the last collab verse came in last week, I finished a song that was to guest star Lady S, but I never got around to getting at her, and life is just too real for everybody nowadays...Next trip, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wettening 2: Man On Neptune is done, has been for like 2 months. It's the rise of my lyricism and song (re)making...A LOT of sappy love songs and hardcore shit talk...that's what I was on at the time. If you know me, you know why. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wettening 3: The Spear Mint has 13 songs on it, BANGERZ. Haha. I got a few on there, I REALLY like...others, I was bullshitting, and you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wettening 4: Shadow is done...you ain't know about that...I'm rapping on a lot of gangsta beats, cuz that's what I was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wettening 5: Victorious Loser...I started that like two or three days ago, and I have like 6 songs on it already...Some of my best lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, The Green Party might remain 3 songs if Big Mick doesn't quit dickin' around on Facebook and not sending beats....I STILL listen to The Stephanie Meyer EP, and Clouded Judgment...I have a project with this production duo from Michigan, Stereo Symphony..I had 5 songs, and was gonna leave it there, but they sent 6 more beats...I wanna do those right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the 'depression'. I need a job. Being this live without a plan to take it somewhere is killing me. Easily, I can hop on a plane and go anywhere in the continental U.S...but that would be utterly foolish without funds and a plan...so I'm chillin'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people feel what I say because of how I say it, or they just like my voice...Whatever, people are listening..I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants beats, everybody wants to record. Very few niggas who ask for my beats deserve my beats. Real shit, no arrogance in that. This muthafucka who's been pestering me since June about recording exchanged info with me last month, and still hasn't made a move...you're not serious....My nigga, Dureality, isn't serious about music, but makes EFFORTS to get his shit recorded...says A LOT about y'all niggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the whole crew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TISa30gzDSI/AAAAAAAABBo/BZdb7vNq9bc/s1600/tdcay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TISa30gzDSI/AAAAAAAABBo/BZdb7vNq9bc/s400/tdcay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Third World is in the process of recording a compilation....but it looks like the majority of the verses come from me and Ace...thus far....and the majority of the production is me.........thus far......DOPE songs....thus far......I can't stop listening to them.......the title, in case you don't know, derives from Purple Rain, the scene where The Kid slaps Apollonia and says, "He doesn't care about you."........We feel, these rappers don't care about the people who listen to their music....if I didn't care about who listened to my music, why would I make it so FUCKING fun to listen to? I don't know.......look out for this shit, classic......as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...it's getting cold again. I'ma need a boo thang, or I'ma go insane this winter...that's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thought, need, no. Just a nice little want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm Fausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is still alive and kickin'--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5033126600124827197?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5033126600124827197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/kramer-vs-kramer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5033126600124827197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5033126600124827197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/09/kramer-vs-kramer.html' title='Kramer Vs. Kramer'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TISa30gzDSI/AAAAAAAABBo/BZdb7vNq9bc/s72-c/tdcay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1024158247339551281</id><published>2010-08-07T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:14:25.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Who? Ralph Nader!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TF3oHcZiMvI/AAAAAAAABBY/2DurS9uKyrw/s1600/GreenParty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TF3oHcZiMvI/AAAAAAAABBY/2DurS9uKyrw/s400/GreenParty.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored again during the downtime after recording "Papa Smurf Presents...Clouded Judgment"......so, I'm at it AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to a former schoolmate, DeeJay Big Mick....I'm not too familiar with his beat style, but I'm looking forward to it....the beats are on the way, and when they arrive, I'll be back to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept, it's 'politics as usual'....I'm not a Liberal nor a Conservative....The Green Party sounds like fun....weed, money and Absinthe all over the place......well, not really.........but stay posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is busy like a bee--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1024158247339551281?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1024158247339551281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-ralph-nader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1024158247339551281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1024158247339551281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-ralph-nader.html' title='Who? Ralph Nader!'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TF3oHcZiMvI/AAAAAAAABBY/2DurS9uKyrw/s72-c/GreenParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1911893729176440872</id><published>2010-08-07T00:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:44:16.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>"This Nigga Done Done It Again."</title><content type='html'>I spent about 3 or 4 days doing ANOTHER EP.....I wonder what this looks like from the outside looking in. To me, it's kinda normal....to the average listener, I may appear to be a sleepless 'machine.'......DJ Mr.Rodgers called me a machine...I laughed. So without further ado....(I am going to kick Google's ass if they take this post down...I'm getting REALLY tired of that shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFzii8gdVRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vnicU7kScvw/s1600/CJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFzii8gdVRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vnicU7kScvw/s400/CJ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?979vm90du9jbdje"&gt;DOWNLOAD "Papa Smurf Presents...Clouded Judgment"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Intreezy--&lt;/span&gt;By Papa Smurf himself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Without A Trace--&lt;/span&gt;Just "going in".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;The Block Is Hot--&lt;/span&gt;A witty 2 person exchange between a basehead and a dopedealer...I'm doing my impressions of Gucci Mane and Young Jeezy...I'm not dissing, I just needed characters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Another Quaalude--&lt;/span&gt;You'll love me in the mornin'...ain't that right? I do "singing" at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I Be Spittin'--&lt;/span&gt;A statement...and somewhat of a good song...I actually consider this a song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me Love You Long Time--&lt;/span&gt;This could be interpreted as racism...but it's all fun and games. I know the difference between the Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Vietnamese, Pacific Islanders, et cetera...it's funny if you listen past the stereotypes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Piece De Resistance--&lt;/span&gt;More distorted auto-tune in the beginning, but more pure rapping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like this junt.....but I'm still listening to DJ Mr.Rodgers Presents...The Stephanie Meyer EP......hmmm, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is on, on it--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1911893729176440872?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1911893729176440872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/damnit-this-nigga-done-done-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1911893729176440872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1911893729176440872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/damnit-this-nigga-done-done-it-again.html' title='&quot;This Nigga Done Done It Again.&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFzii8gdVRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vnicU7kScvw/s72-c/CJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1336121190068595478</id><published>2010-08-05T05:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T05:40:10.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Review Askew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFp83mRcWUI/AAAAAAAABBA/qquUj7iiAEw/s1600/So+Low.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFp83mRcWUI/AAAAAAAABBA/qquUj7iiAEw/s400/So+Low.JPG" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/CyLGOv3u/Ace_Boogie_-_So_Low.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;DOWNLOAD "SO LOW" BY ACE BOOGIE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever since Third World Records came into existence, every original all-star was to release a solo effort...but time was running out before the age of 18 and college, so me, Skeem, Fauste and Ace joined forces to create Hip-Hop supergroup, M.T. Bag...like Slaughterhouse...but less violent, and more musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Skeem and Fauste were in the early stages of their development, my apprentice was Ace Boogie. He was the first to come to my crib and knock out songs with me. He absorbed all of my methods like some kinda sponge, and in late 07...or 08, he began to work on a solo cut......from The Wally West EP, a song was taken, and put on M.I.C(Made In Cincinnati)...Mr.Everything-Ya-Thought....he didn't even get to rap on it...sadly..........but that proves he had what it took to create his own project and have people enjoy it.......I asked to review this by the way...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Get Mine"...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; This is the intro, utilizing a sample by Curtis Mayfield "Give Me Your Love." I know that, cuz I made a beat out of the same song. It's a smooth introduction into the mind of Ace Boogie, clad with all his usual subject matter, weed, having sex with your significant other, with minimal tongue twisting(which he is famous for)....I rather enjoy the segments where he has conversations with a slowed down voice, which is to represent the man who's woman gets slutted out by Third World...and the part where a sped up voice is to represent a female fan who is paying him compliments...highly creative...I'd do the same shit if I could figure out how to fuck with tempo on vocals in Cubase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Til The A.M" ft. M.O Hour...produced by Papa Smurf.&lt;/span&gt; This joint is a nice pure emcee joint. Just pure spitting. Nothing spectacular, but the lyrics are good. Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Semi-Ballin'"...produced by Papa Smurf.&lt;/span&gt; I was to use the beat to this joint for F,000,L'$ G0LD, which I canceled. This is the single. It is an honest take on being happy with not rocking brand name clothing, maintaining, and being cool regardless. It's a good song, but honestly, I'm tired of hearing it....but that doesn't take away from how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Single Night" ft. Average Joe...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; A smooth, laid back song. Ace begins to flex more word play and begins to touch on the tongue twisting he does. Average Joe drops one of the best verses I've heard from him thus far, he sounds like baskmasking...in reverse though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"On The MIC" ft. Skeem Da General and Midas Welle...produced by Ace Boogie. &lt;/span&gt;This is a really old beat...and the hook is on some false advertisement shit..."It's two muthafuckas gettin' down on the mic." One of my favorites...NO, not because I'm on it, but because overall, it's a really good song. Skeem sounds worried when the beat goes bump, bump, bump, bump, haha, no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Str-A Rhymes"...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; This is where Ace begins to settle into the album, and brings more potent word play, no chorus. Just straight rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Hawt Steyeles" ft. Shaun Fauste and Midas Welle....produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; Shaun goes hard, Ace flips the script like a muthafucka...and I was just there. VERY nice song....the first two verses anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Problems"...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; Mellowing out the tone of the album, but this is some real nigga shit right here. Straight forward...you want reality? It's right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Middlelude"...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; This is an interlude, where he does a good deed and shouts out his Third World brethren, and names our projects...if he knew how much I was working on, it would be a lot longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Dream" ft. Midas Welle...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; A song about the desire to succeed, and get money....the thoughts of your average urban youth. Supa Dupa MuDDy. Very alternative. This song is an acquired taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Climb To The Sky" ft. Shaun Fauste...produced by Midas Welle.&lt;/span&gt; I'm proud of how this one turned out. Very musical with Shaun in the intro singing with the sample. Very lyrical, very rhythmic, one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Sooner Or Later" ft. Skeem Da General...produced by Ace Boogie and Midas Welle.&lt;/span&gt; We made this beat at Wright State, and we didn't like it initially...obviously that changed. Another song about creepin' on ah come up. Decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Life O' Tha Pah-Tee" ft. Shaun Fauste...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; Another alternative sounding track, but very storytell-ic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"2 Bottles" ft. Relly Boi and M.O Hour...produced by Ace Boogie and Midas Welle.&lt;/span&gt; Very silly, beatwise. I'd call it "Drinkin' On Some Liquor Pt.2"...Relly was sampled on the hook. It's the alcoholic's anthem...if you ain't got 2 bottles in your hand, this ain't yo song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Dreamcatcher"...produced by Ace Boogie. &lt;/span&gt;Future Gangsta Funk, I think this was the one I introduced the genre to. The theme: rap Freddy Kruger...as far as I can tell. More gritty, more hardcore, more arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Requirements" ft. Skeem Da General...produced by Ace Boogie.&lt;/span&gt; I was to appear on this, but I was in a rut at the time....regardless, it's a good song..I like how it turned out. I'm sampled on the hook, "You're in need of those." It reflects on the history of our band and its dopeness, telling how our music releases were premature, but hot nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Chasing Payment"...produced by Midas Welle.&lt;/span&gt; I was damn near infuriated when I caught this song on the album....EVERYBODY on the label has been waiting to spit on this song....but I like how it came out anyway.....you get the g-pass on this one.....but I MIGHT "Drought" it.......I don't know....I gotta let it grow on me a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Effortless" ft. Midas Welle...produced by Lowell Bateman.&lt;/span&gt; Talking shit about how ill we are...not giving a fuck for how these other niggas feel. Another of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so which ones do I recommend if the album doesn't make you listen to it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semi Ballin'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Til The AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On The MIC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawt Steyeles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreamcatcher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Requirements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chasing Payment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Effortless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On a scale out of 100%, taking it back to St.X..............I reward So Low 88%....it has something for everybody...sounds a little rough....very entertaining.....very diverse selection of beats....the features hold their own...and overall, a very chill tone....I can imagine going to his crib it will be the only thing in the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I might have another project dropping, produced by Papa Smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFqGgDeoPLI/AAAAAAAABBI/TiRYn15kV5M/s1600/CJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFqGgDeoPLI/AAAAAAAABBI/TiRYn15kV5M/s400/CJ.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two songs thus far....not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is still kinda bitter about how Ace used his verse for "Every Man 4 Himself" on "Dreamcatcher"--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1336121190068595478?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1336121190068595478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-askew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1336121190068595478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1336121190068595478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-askew.html' title='Review Askew'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFp83mRcWUI/AAAAAAAABBA/qquUj7iiAEw/s72-c/So+Low.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2822644541265428442</id><published>2010-08-04T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:49:32.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Solo, So Low, We Can't Hear You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFjuXHzN0-I/AAAAAAAABA4/AMiqx6HBYBA/s1600/So+Low.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFjuXHzN0-I/AAAAAAAABA4/AMiqx6HBYBA/s400/So+Low.JPG" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/CyLGOv3u/Ace_Boogie_-_So_Low.html"&gt;DOWNLOAD THIS SHIT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of the last heavily anticipated projects from Third World Records. It's been a VERY long time coming, but Ace Boogie finally did it. Let's skim it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Til The A.M ft. M.O Hour(produced by Papa Smurf..I think) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semi-Ballin'(produced by Papa Smurf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Single Night ft. Average Joe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On The MIC ft. Skeem Da General&amp;nbsp; and Midas Welle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Str-A Rhymes(produced by Papa Smurf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hawt Steyeles ft. Shaun Fauste and Midas Welle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Middlelude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream ft. Midas Welle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Climb To The Sky ft. Shaun Fauste(produced by Midas Welle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sooner Or Later ft. Skeem Da General(produced by Ace &amp;amp; Midas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life O' Tha Pah-Tee ft. Shaun Fauste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Bottles ft. M.O Hour(produced by Ace &amp;amp; Midas)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreamcatcher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Requirements ft. Skeem Da General&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chasing Pavements(produced by Midas Welle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Effortless ft. Midas Welle(produced by Lowell...I don't know his moniker)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;**All songs produced by Ace Boogie himself, unless stated otherwise...and it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good project. Now we're awaiting a time to get Average Joe to make something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forgot, &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/CyLGOv3u/Ace_Boogie_-_So_Low.html"&gt;GET IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas doesn't know--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2822644541265428442?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2822644541265428442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/solo-so-low-we-cant-hear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2822644541265428442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2822644541265428442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/solo-so-low-we-cant-hear-you.html' title='Solo, So Low, We Can&apos;t Hear You'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFjuXHzN0-I/AAAAAAAABA4/AMiqx6HBYBA/s72-c/So+Low.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7433708984930023060</id><published>2010-08-03T06:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T06:48:46.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>"If You Ask Me, I'm Ready."</title><content type='html'>What's the boy on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, I bombed every song I was to do at The Comet on Thursday...that was 3 songs. A verse that seemed to come back to me when I heard the original beat yesterday...I stumbled upon 200+ beats I made in the 2007-2009 period...and two songs from the M.I.C days. I was HIGHLY ashamed......you win some, you lose some, but NEVER throw the fight....so I've been reacquainting myself with songs I SHOULD know. That's going well. I like that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same night, 6 niggas went home with three womens. One I had sex with(not that night), and STILL regret somewhat, the other two, I wouldn't mind hittin' 'em with the flex....hahaha, I gotta laugh at that......but we had a small freestyle session, Skeem on the table-top-pencil-beats. I murdered it, the chickens like my word play...and I like that shit. I drank Moscato, and smoked hashish...both good experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......past that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a beat for M.O for his Maurice Album......I'm feeling where it's going. Ace Boogie has produced all the tracks on it thus far, until I did a beat that's a monster for the album. I'm feeling the maturation of young M.O, I'm no longer annoyed by his presence, I feel he's finally growing into what we wanted him to be....that's good....I like that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Fauste has gained the respect of his fellow label mates, long time coming too. Very Jay-Zeezy nowadays. I'm proud to have produced much of the EP. He talked with the manager of Buggs the Rocka(spelling?), he feels Fauste, he feels Boogie's beats, he feels my beats and rapping. We're on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm increasing my network. People out the woodwork are feeling my musics, and women keep saying the songs "turn 'em on". YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's why I do this......okay, not really, but it's a very nice perk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I haven't done enough passing the half way mark of the year by two months. 104 songs in, more on the way, I feel I'm not doing enough to get us out. M.O is leaving for L.A in a few months, and Boogie and Skeem are plotting to go to the 'Bus....leaving me here with Fauste and Average Joe. Fauste wants to leave too...Joe is thinking L.A as well........A lot of people are suggesting New York to me....and I'm beginning to think it over.....getting there is gonna be cake, I got that covered.....but getting established, blending in, getting a name, that's the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking big boy shit, like, I'm ready to leave this city, but as I think about how big NYC is, it becomes......scary. I don't wanna leave without a sure fire idea of what I wanna do, more confidence in my artistic-ness, and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think my spittin' spree has finally ended. I've been rapping everyday just about since late April...when I was happy, eyes bright and looking forward to the future...then that got smashed with a mallet, and I'm left with broken pieces of what could've been. I'm sitting on a done Wettening 2, a rough Les Miserables, and two fragments of Wettening 3 and 4. Two songs for 20-X that I may not even use......all this shit, I just wish the world could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffffft. Got a lot of jockers on me. The attention is nice, but you know me, if it's not the full fledged thing, it bores me.....but the attention REALLY isn't that bad. I'm looked at like some kind of enigma, this sex in the flesh kinda thing...I dunno, it's weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmmm...I'll end it with what I'm addicted to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UIGPhGGg1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UIGPhGGg1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas does it for you...because if he didn't, he'd die--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7433708984930023060?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7433708984930023060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-ask-me-im-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7433708984930023060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7433708984930023060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-ask-me-im-ready.html' title='&quot;If You Ask Me, I&apos;m Ready.&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3128109003455427639</id><published>2010-08-02T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:09:51.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>"At-At-At Night"</title><content type='html'>I log on the Book that Faces, and I see young Third World member uploaded the feature he told me about a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFdPim5jZRI/AAAAAAAABAo/FxpCsf6fJus/s1600/Filex_Moonflowdawns_Of_Nyitw-front-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFdPim5jZRI/AAAAAAAABAo/FxpCsf6fJus/s400/Filex_Moonflowdawns_Of_Nyitw-front-large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't have to go down the tracklist, it's right there. Fuck with it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2089308551"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com/Filex_Moonflowdawns_Of_Nyite.m140803.html"&gt;Moonflow: Dawns of Nyite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't had the chance to listen to it, my downloading manager is still slow and trash. I will though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got another project in the works too. 20-X, to celebrate the fact I'll be 20 this 2010, X for Megaman, et cetera...I feel I don't need to explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFdQK14jreI/AAAAAAAABAw/u8hhdfqXDS4/s1600/20X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFdQK14jreI/AAAAAAAABAw/u8hhdfqXDS4/s400/20X.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny to me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is over and out--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3128109003455427639?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3128109003455427639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-at-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3128109003455427639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3128109003455427639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-at-at-night.html' title='&quot;At-At-At Night&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFdPim5jZRI/AAAAAAAABAo/FxpCsf6fJus/s72-c/Filex_Moonflowdawns_Of_Nyitw-front-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3882988677721074736</id><published>2010-07-29T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:21:57.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Prolific City</title><content type='html'>I've been grinding, in case you haven't read that enough...but as I put out more songs, so do these others cats. Trip through my iPod and see what's poppin' in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFTBdvwhiI/AAAAAAAAA_4/8sXkSj88a_8/s1600/lil-wayne-52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFTBdvwhiI/AAAAAAAAA_4/8sXkSj88a_8/s400/lil-wayne-52.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lil Wayne, he's sitting on 696 songs on my iPod.......I probably only know about 25 of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFTuWw5GRI/AAAAAAAABAI/QEntjAmKbXU/s1600/gucci_mane052008113029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFTuWw5GRI/AAAAAAAABAI/QEntjAmKbXU/s400/gucci_mane052008113029.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Clad in his Paddington Bear hat, Gucci Mane is tying with Weezy with 696 songs as well....I probably know about 11 of his songs off rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFUDWdMmjI/AAAAAAAABAQ/73xWHsqcQFU/s1600/charleshamilton_bk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFUDWdMmjI/AAAAAAAABAQ/73xWHsqcQFU/s400/charleshamilton_bk.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charles Hamilton, after dropping 6 mixtapes at once not long ago, he has 345 songs on my iPod....I probably know 20 of his tracks off rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFU0M6IYNI/AAAAAAAABAY/UdysBsee55k/s1600/Wiz-Khalifa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFU0M6IYNI/AAAAAAAABAY/UdysBsee55k/s400/Wiz-Khalifa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wiz Khalifa has 216 songs on the 'Pod....which is weird, cuz I had NO idea who he was until LATE last summer....I still haven't gone into his catalog, so I only know like 5 of his songs for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFVmaKNwhI/AAAAAAAABAg/N5N_NM1sI-0/s1600/36963_1163030642001_1414890773_30365501_6646157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFVmaKNwhI/AAAAAAAABAg/N5N_NM1sI-0/s400/36963_1163030642001_1414890773_30365501_6646157_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Midas Welle himself just cracked 100 songs yesterday. That's three months worth of work. Wayne has been out since he was 12? Gucci has been out 5 years? Hamilton popped outta nowhere in 06ish? Khalifa came out in 06ish? I'm sitting on a C-Note....I'd be worried........I'm kidding...............but for real though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is well on his way--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3882988677721074736?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3882988677721074736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/prolific-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3882988677721074736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3882988677721074736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/prolific-city.html' title='Prolific City'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFFTBdvwhiI/AAAAAAAAA_4/8sXkSj88a_8/s72-c/lil-wayne-52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5148758164486485130</id><published>2010-07-29T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:31:24.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The First 48</title><content type='html'>So, I was chillin' Saturday night, and hit up Seth Boogie's high school friend, DJ Mr.Rodgers...he uploaded a beat to his Soundclick. I liked it, and ask if he would send some beats....he followed through, I dedicated two days to it, and this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFEQ02zeCKI/AAAAAAAAA_w/FvA0y-ucl88/s1600/tsmep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFEQ02zeCKI/AAAAAAAAA_w/FvA0y-ucl88/s400/tsmep.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?p3jzn00yd6yochb"&gt;DOWNLOAD IT!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr.Rodgers produced it all...here's the run down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight--Intro, coming out hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team Bella--Sappy rapping, kinda heartfelt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team Edward--The tale of a vampire who awaited the resurrection of his girlfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Moon--My favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Team Jacob--Beasting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eclipse--My other favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breaking Dawn--Lyrics are three years old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Second Life of Bree Tanner--I wrote it months ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;To those who don't know, Stephanie Meyer is chick who wrote The Twilight Saga....The beats had a dark tone, so it made me think about vampires and such....I attempted to be different while being the same on this project....I can't stop listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be on boycott from Google and Mediafire....Google deleted my post that advertised my "Music For Dummies" project, and Mediafire took it upon itself to delete the project from my folders...so if you have been trying to download it, I apologize...you can still listen to EVERYTHING I have uploaded for you thus far...thinking on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a show with M.O, Skeem, Ace, Fauste and Average Joe tomorrow....ill-prepared...but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is busy--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5148758164486485130?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5148758164486485130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5148758164486485130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5148758164486485130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-48.html' title='The First 48'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TFEQ02zeCKI/AAAAAAAAA_w/FvA0y-ucl88/s72-c/tsmep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7832480865763673225</id><published>2010-07-17T06:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T06:46:38.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Music On Stash</title><content type='html'>I feel I gotta reiterate to myself how talented Third World is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I gotta reiterate to myself how talented Midas Welle is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is he cooking up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGHk_tttII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YAx2jd5Z8qQ/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGHk_tttII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YAx2jd5Z8qQ/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Les Miserables) It's basically done...it's in the final stages, with editing, and mixing, and leveling and thinking of when I wanna put it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGH9a01Y7I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JkqwNog9t_M/s1600/The+Wettening+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGH9a01Y7I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JkqwNog9t_M/s400/The+Wettening+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The Wettening 2: Man on Neptune) I got 7 tracks for this one so far...remember, nothing but beats by The Neptunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGIOFANQlI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vBHsJMiL-j8/s1600/TheWettening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGIOFANQlI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vBHsJMiL-j8/s400/TheWettening3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The Wettening 3: The Spear Mint) "The Experiment"...rapping on beats that are considered "bubblegum". I have 7.5 tracks for this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGIksyjeYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BmvmxwXaPf0/s1600/thewettening4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGIksyjeYI/AAAAAAAAA_o/BmvmxwXaPf0/s400/thewettening4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The Wettening 4:Shadow) Foreshadow...I'm not necessarily foreshadowing anything..I got 2 for this one, so far it's 'Pac beats...I may go a darker route on this one. Using a bunch of old skool beats for it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want people to focus on the quantity of music I have, but the quality in each and every little project...I'm giving you something different on each project. I'm tryna flex diversity. A lot of the songs I've been making, I can put on repeat for hours at a time...YES......ONE song, I can listen to for hours. I feel if I can do that, I can impact the musical tastes of a lot of people, all it takes is the right people to listen and spread the word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not gonna lie, I'm STILL feeling The Wettening: Battlelion, even though it feels like it's been years since I made it. I promise Les Miserables will never get old. The Wettening 2 is my least favorite of the series only because of how personal I'm attempting to get with it, it was just the times...I'm still gonna bang it out.....The Spear Mint will make you laugh your ass off.....but 4, I'm on some str8 gangsta shit with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay tuned, we're going to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is building it--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7832480865763673225?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7832480865763673225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/music-on-stash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7832480865763673225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7832480865763673225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/music-on-stash.html' title='Music On Stash'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEGHk_tttII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/YAx2jd5Z8qQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2603177917549566107</id><published>2010-07-16T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:43:55.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>"RELLY!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEEVNumh3eI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XO-v5b9U6_I/s1600/Relly_Boi_Heart_Break_Headache-front-large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEEVNumh3eI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XO-v5b9U6_I/s400/Relly_Boi_Heart_Break_Headache-front-large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com/Ghetto_Goofy_Relly_Boi_Heart_Break_Headache.m136345.html"&gt;DOWNLOAD "HEART BREAK HEADACHE"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems Third World and company have been going uber "ham" this week with the music. It's astonishing. What's dope about this mixtape, it streams seamlessly, seemingly, without annoying DJ drops...as opposed to his previous mixtape, Underestimated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What to expect....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart Break Time(A phoned in intro)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heart Break (Drake "Over")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Kid (Lil Wayne/Drake "Ransom")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relly Don't (Yo Gotti/Lil Wayne "Women Lie, Men Lie")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Stupid ft. Yung B and Yung Money (Waka Flocka Flame "Let's Do It")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She Walk Bad ft. Young Payne (Produced by Young Payne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Vern Talks (Cliche mixtape thing to do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pussy Boy (Ha!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I Do ft. Skeem Da General and Young Haz (Produced by Young Payne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damon Dash (The smash single)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drop It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relly Get The Money (Produced by Young Payne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relly Boi Talk (More cliche)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You And Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relly Crack (Young Money "Roger That")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll Up ft. Yung B (Travis Porter "All The Way Turnt Up")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why You Gotta Bite? (50 Cent...honestly I can't think of the name of it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Real Low&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zone 15 Rider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Welcome To Da Nati&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F Da World (Lil Wayne "Drop The World")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Gone get it, niggas...and bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Midas doing. Working on The Wettening 2, 3, and 4.....wow. I'm "going in" on 4. Trust that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's the link again. GET THAT &lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com/Ghetto_Goofy_Relly_Boi_Heart_Break_Headache.m136345.html"&gt;RELLY!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is still living--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2603177917549566107?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2603177917549566107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/relly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2603177917549566107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2603177917549566107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/relly.html' title='&quot;RELLY!&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TEEVNumh3eI/AAAAAAAAA_I/XO-v5b9U6_I/s72-c/Relly_Boi_Heart_Break_Headache-front-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1168471226646901863</id><published>2010-07-14T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:12:44.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>No Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TD5CkgAjm0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/Dmc5rA5bPEU/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TD5CkgAjm0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/Dmc5rA5bPEU/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?o1iymt3fzwmzi0d"&gt;&amp;nbsp;DOWNLOAD SKEEM DA GENERAL'S "I'M ONLI KIDDIN' VOL.1"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems Third World Records has diarrhea...not in the sense of dropping shit....but in the sense of dropping shit that is the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeem has released his first full fledged project, "I'm Onli Kiddin' Vol.1" which is a mixtape....First and foremost, Skeem would like you to know, he doesn't wanna get famous off of his music. That's cool, nevertheless, he still makes good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tracklist doesn't come in any particular order as far as I know. I'ma give it you the way it appears on my iPod. Let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuq'd Up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I Do ft. Skeem Da General(Relly Boi's song)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Da Nati (Beamer, Benz or Bentley)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kidding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letters To The Heavens &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lovers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never Losing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Hooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pain (MY FAVORITE SONG!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I can't really drop anything specific about it, cuz I haven't had the chance to hear it all....but that doesn't stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1360382098"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?o1iymt3fzwmzi0d"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?o1iymt3fzwmzi0d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1360382095"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?o1iymt3fzwmzi0d"&gt;GET IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is being made proud....Les Miserables is probably done--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1168471226646901863?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1168471226646901863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1168471226646901863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1168471226646901863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-joke.html' title='No Joke'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TD5CkgAjm0I/AAAAAAAAA-w/Dmc5rA5bPEU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7639422998559569510</id><published>2010-07-13T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:04:06.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Coastin'(Redux)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDyAEyyZB3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9SWl91gbRd4/s1600/36401_10150205808215150_759720149_13314339_6779573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDyAEyyZB3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9SWl91gbRd4/s400/36401_10150205808215150_759720149_13314339_6779573_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ngzzrzzdtb2"&gt;DOWNLOAD "THE MID-WEST COAST EP"!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;July 13th, 2010. I wonder what the numbers will be.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is hungry--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7639422998559569510?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7639422998559569510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/coastinredux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7639422998559569510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7639422998559569510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/coastinredux.html' title='Coastin&apos;(Redux)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDyAEyyZB3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/9SWl91gbRd4/s72-c/36401_10150205808215150_759720149_13314339_6779573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-102797437621695951</id><published>2010-07-13T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T01:01:06.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Coastin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDvvxsPwozI/AAAAAAAAA-g/rSYqYXhQidQ/s1600/36401_10150205808215150_759720149_13314339_6779573_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDvvxsPwozI/AAAAAAAAA-g/rSYqYXhQidQ/s400/36401_10150205808215150_759720149_13314339_6779573_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything you could say about me, I take care of my artists, despite the stressful process, the B.S life throws our way and et cetera, et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Fauste is finally dropping his first feature via Third World Records/A Long Time A.G.O Music....The Mid-West Coast EP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many moons have passed since the ideas of Coolie High and Lust Complex were mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's run down the EP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Under&lt;/span&gt;--Utitlizes an instrumental, "Under The Iron Sea" by Keane. Sets the mood of the EP, letting you know what you're in for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Never Die(We Will)&lt;/span&gt; [Produced by Midas Welle]--I feel it's about originality, and how following your own originality will immortalize you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt; [Produced by Garrick Williams]--Telling the world he doesn't give a fuck what you think, accepting himself. Happiness is on the way, bitch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;L.S.D(Love Shot'em Down)&lt;/span&gt; [Produced by Midas Welle]--Reflecting on a past lady friend, I believe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A.L.L I Am ft. Midas Welle&lt;/span&gt; [Produced by Midas Welle]--"I can teach you how to soar, I can teach you how to fly, but I cannot give you the wings." Basically, you gotta get it on your own, the right way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Voices&lt;/span&gt; [Produced by Ace Boogie a.k.a 2-1]--My favorite song...YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO IT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fauste Spazzin'&lt;/span&gt; [Produced by Midas Welle]--Taking a shit on you before dipping, then disrespecting your camp, yeah, YOU!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yeah, I know you're expecting a link to this project...........but it doesn't drop until later today. Stay posted, you'll get it, be patient!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is..."Ah, yeah, we in this bitch. ah.....ah...."--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-102797437621695951?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/102797437621695951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/coastin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/102797437621695951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/102797437621695951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/coastin.html' title='Coastin&apos;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDvvxsPwozI/AAAAAAAAA-g/rSYqYXhQidQ/s72-c/36401_10150205808215150_759720149_13314339_6779573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-661356447799715530</id><published>2010-07-10T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:41:30.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Chewin' On My Bubblegum</title><content type='html'>Midas Czechin' in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 7 songs for The Wettening 2.....I have 7 songs for Music For Dummies........though neither is finished, as well as Les Miserables....I've just been working. Thisismyjob......not to be confused with Thisis50..or Thisisme.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Personally, I just want a giant discography. Mixtapes, EPs, LPs...Poetry album? I may even do a compilation of songs, having artists rap on my beats.....who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I just decided on what the premise of The Wettening 3 will be. It will be, The Wettening 3: The Spear Mint...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spear Mint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fuck you on, bra?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another patois.......It means, "The Experiment." Get it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh...........that name flame, bra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rap on beats that are considered "bubble gum".....get it, 'EXPERIMENT', 'SPEAR MINT'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can expect many beats to get done in, maybe "Walk It Out", "Crank Dat Soulja Boy", "Pretty Boy Swag"..........I don't wanna make any promises.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDi-i3LTjYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ujnKXgBiYOU/s1600/TheWettening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDi-i3LTjYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ujnKXgBiYOU/s400/TheWettening3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not already working on The Wettening 4, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.......oddly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ace Boogie's birthday. The big 2-0. Yuuurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is has 62 songs up to date--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-661356447799715530?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/661356447799715530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/chewin-on-my-bubblegum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/661356447799715530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/661356447799715530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/chewin-on-my-bubblegum.html' title='Chewin&apos; On My Bubblegum'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDi-i3LTjYI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ujnKXgBiYOU/s72-c/TheWettening3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5035189777012803552</id><published>2010-07-09T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:09:29.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Crabz Ina Bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDdHUU4XK3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sffEQZf4r9c/s1600/Black-People-Meet1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDdHUU4XK3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sffEQZf4r9c/s400/Black-People-Meet1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of the crabs in the bucket.....a crab's gonna try to climb out of the bucket....his hatin' ass brethren are gonna see this and pull him down...and so on...and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel it's like this in Cincinnati? Yes. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This city is very small, but everybody here has Hollywood dreams, and wants to see their name in bright lights....not EVERYBODY....but all we get from the continental U.S are whatever the tradewinds blow this way. We wanna be big time Hollywood stars, fashion designers, fashion models, movie stars, cocaine sniffers, and fast life livers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say fuck all that, I just want the big break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know this, but I'm plotting on jumping on the M.O Hour bandwagon and trotting towards Cali'......if I can convince Average Joe who's been wanting the same thing, we might could go as a trio....nobody can do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of being bigger than life and being confined to a cage the size of an atom....in lamens: I don't wanna feel like a sumo wrestler wearing a onesie(in case you've never seen the word: one-zee....it's baby clothing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around Clifton taking in the different personalities. People are gonna respect you if you respect them, but after that, nobody gives a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Mid-West is stunting my creativity....maybe this is where life has been driving me....nobody blows up out of here over here......I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to think on it.....or throw caution to the wind and listen to that guidance counselor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call that nigga on the phone!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is going, going...--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5035189777012803552?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5035189777012803552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/crabz-ina-bucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5035189777012803552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5035189777012803552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/crabz-ina-bucket.html' title='Crabz Ina Bucket'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDdHUU4XK3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/sffEQZf4r9c/s72-c/Black-People-Meet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3492967635484026437</id><published>2010-07-08T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:56:07.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>No Imitations</title><content type='html'>This day and age, people take things at face value.....they don't read the ingredients, don't look for differences....they just seek ways to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chillin' with M.O Hour yesterday.....he told me to tell y'al The Affiliates(BOY!) is dead...........no shit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I was introduced to a Clifton native. He was like, "Is this another aspiring rapper?" I was semi offended, cuz you're automatically grouped with the butt niggas that make bullshit songs. I was introduced as a rapper/producer.....when those words come together, you don't get the compliments you hope for....you don't get, "Oh, like Rakim?" or, "Like The RZA?"......all you EVER get is Kanye West....I'm guessing because he was the first super successful cat to do such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take it as a compliment years ago, when it was cool.....now we're too grown to blush over being compared to industry cats. It's about personal identity.........I quickly changed his perspective when I let him hear "Good Times" featuring The Dropout Kidz from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is one chance and I'll wipe the smurks, grins and doubt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really wanna say.....and I think that's all I am going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just start making mixtapes like mad this month.....Music For Dummies is calling my name......remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDXYx3omNjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZPjlzoAANbA/s1600/Music+For+Dummies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDXYx3omNjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZPjlzoAANbA/s400/Music+For+Dummies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables is still coming, along with Pre Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm building..call me Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is groggy--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3492967635484026437?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3492967635484026437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-imitations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3492967635484026437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3492967635484026437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-imitations.html' title='No Imitations'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TDXYx3omNjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZPjlzoAANbA/s72-c/Music+For+Dummies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-8935407339499643334</id><published>2010-07-06T06:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:47:38.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Better Music</title><content type='html'>What have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshittin'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few tracks to re-make-sound-good for Fauste and I should be set for a lil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.....emotions are on drugs. I feel extremes of emotions. When the sad sets in, it's HIGH, when the happy sets in, it's HIGH...et cetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more every day, your boy isn't caring for anything. That's good and bad. I can't be hurt, but I can't enjoy the little bullshits there are in this existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Boogie's mom and brother feel I need to get out of this mindstate. Average Joe says no matter how many times I seem down, he doesn't feel the need to worry about me. Fauste is there. I thank Third World for being down for me STILL. No matter what, we'll live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been paying attention to what's out here, out here. What am I seeing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8growuncz0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8growuncz0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fauste said Soulja sounds like that kid off of Malcolm in the Middle....the black one in the wheelchair....I agree.......Ace Boogie said he STILL wouldn't respect him if he sold a billion records.......sure his music ain't all that great....but if he sold a billi', you GOTTA respect that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What else? I just found out Maroon 5 has a new album. I'm anticipating Fefe Dobson's next shit. I really like her shit. She's Punk all over......uh........Miley Cyrus' voice still doesn't sound like it belongs to her.........I glimpsed at the BET Awards....it was dece'......I got caught up on Boondocks season 3....I'm impressed, but not blown away...that jail episode was fuckin' hilarious........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The point of this post, before I forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was listening to Wiz Khalifa. I like his songs, his beats mostly. I find he talks about the same shit, but if that's all he knows, more power to him. I feel the need to step up my musics. I'm 'okay'....as Fauste suggested, "tryna do better than good enough."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I been whoopin' ass on Smackdown vs. Raw 2008....somewhat. We made ourselves and put ourselves on a tag team, "BussitOpinBwoiz." The insider of that, when I played the '07 installment with my uncle, he would always say, "Bus' dat hol' op'." Which translates into, "bust that hole open." It means make your opponent bleed from his head....that's what I strive to do in that game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4th of July was fun. The 'works were pretty, kinda close, I nearly choked on Sparkler fumes.......my fake lil wifey acting all funny money, who knows?............All sorts of other shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just may invest in that MIDI keyboard and start making song, songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is outta here--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-8935407339499643334?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8935407339499643334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8935407339499643334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8935407339499643334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/better-music.html' title='Better Music'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3768336657445608983</id><published>2010-07-03T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:48:11.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Czechin' In</title><content type='html'>I began working on The Wettening 2: Man On Neptune this week. 7 tracks done.....It's definitely about the lyrics on this one......I may even start The Wettening 3......which doesn't have a goofy name on it yet. Remember The Blueprint 3-esque cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TC8v_c_it8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/h-ljdQBac0A/s1600/TheWettening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TC8v_c_it8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/h-ljdQBac0A/s400/TheWettening3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been myself. To compensate, I've been preoccupying my brain with talking words onto beats. It works for about that much time before it's back to the shit bag that is my life. Haha, shit bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of just getting a big ol' bagga t'weeds, blowing bowls back, back to back, black, and recording my ass off. I want this to happen. I want all the cool percs of rapping, I'm not gonna lie...so I have to establish a thing...a quality AND quantity thing...I want a giant discography of def ass songs...maybe some more Fiji for my mini fridge....but I'm going to work this week. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to be your "Favorite Rapper's Favorite Rapper's Favorite Rapper"....and producer.......yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on keepin' on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is cool, but he ain't--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3768336657445608983?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3768336657445608983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/czechin-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3768336657445608983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3768336657445608983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/czechin-in.html' title='Czechin&apos; In'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TC8v_c_it8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/h-ljdQBac0A/s72-c/TheWettening3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1113553726662931907</id><published>2010-07-01T07:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:19:39.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Overtime</title><content type='html'>Where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've been somewhere with my stretchy-pants on, eating a gallon of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, watching Lifetime, but I wasn't....I was just M.I.A for a lil bit....that's right, Missing In Action....I ain't been on the back of no milk box, but I've been milkin' and boxin' these bitches!!!! .............Step yo' game up...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed and mastered some Shaun Fauste shit....I think his shit is done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx25r4L6LI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DPTBVsF_mOs/s1600/TheMWCEP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx25r4L6LI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DPTBVsF_mOs/s400/TheMWCEP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaunfauste.com/"&gt;(Visit him..his grand kids don't)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been doing Skeem beats....which are fun...cuz I don't usually make that style of beat....it's cool. I did two original "BANGERZ"...and I re-sampled 2Pac's "All Eyez On Me"....I slowed it down and added drops....it's dope, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been sifting through Les Miserables and organizing my iTunes so I can keep tabs on my own music....Sit down for this....Since April 1, 2010 up until July 1, 2010, I have recorded approximately......55 songs....I said 70-something on Facebook not too long ago...but give or take, I got a lot of other shit I either NEVER finished, deleted and featured on since then too....either way, that's GUALA song-wise!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been getting plugged like hell, somewhat....When people introduce themselves to my style, they wanna follow....I love it.....Um.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have three songs for The Wettening 2: Man On Neptune....hell yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx4TkLlHUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/AeeXnBseSxo/s1600/The+Wettening+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx4TkLlHUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/AeeXnBseSxo/s400/The+Wettening+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm opening up a little more on this one...which is weird, cuz I didn't think I would...but during the recording of Shaun Fauste's shit, I just feel the need to do it...and after listening to Thank Me Later so much.........(SIDE NOTE:::The most played album by me since The Eminem Show and Get Rich or Die Tryin')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have B-Sides thing coming out before Les Miserables....Pre Miserables...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx40wBXq0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/AbcmStu0Qf0/s1600/PreMiserables.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx40wBXq0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/AbcmStu0Qf0/s400/PreMiserables.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the Les Miserables' cover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If not.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx4-6lF-WI/AAAAAAAAA94/ag4tbHePj6Y/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx4-6lF-WI/AAAAAAAAA94/ag4tbHePj6Y/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is dedication.......Ain't nobody else doing it like me......I need TO GET HOTT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaHHHHHHRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been listening to this song like crazy........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGcyQH7BJUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGcyQH7BJUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It makes me wanna punch somebody in the face....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to sleep, but I don't want to.....I just feel good......kinda........I'm masking a sadness at the moment with music moves....when I stop moving, I stop feeling happy.......then I get back into the slump.....I feel like Crank........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is hopped up on dope--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1113553726662931907?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1113553726662931907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/overtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1113553726662931907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1113553726662931907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/07/overtime.html' title='Overtime'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCx25r4L6LI/AAAAAAAAA9g/DPTBVsF_mOs/s72-c/TheMWCEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5369704839362897010</id><published>2010-06-29T04:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:20:22.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Just 2 Get By</title><content type='html'>Another post about Rap music from an aspiring rapper...thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like, Facebook is my first home and junk....I stumbled across the Kool G Rap LIKE page....which is still stupid to me, the whole LIKE thing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the man is hustling to aspiring emcees/producers. He has an email where cats can send him beats for him to feature on or just rap on.....He labels himself as "Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper." Which is kinda true. Jay-Z is one of my favorites, and more and more you can spot Kool G Rap references....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, though, I start to feel sorry for rappers who should be making the money the rappers who don't really rap make. Wu-Tang is the number one example....they don't stay in the mainstream's eye sight, thus diminishing any chances to sell a decent amount of records....G Rap has slipped so much, he has a song with Hilary Duff...or was it the other Duff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contradict myself, I think a lot of audiences tend to defer from their bread-and-butter-artists because they want to change up. Personally, I don't like Common's Universal Mind Control...that's just me. I don't like when Nas tries to rap on current beats.....et cetera, et cetera....I believe the key to gripping the hearts/ears of an audience is to establish the fact you can be versatile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of artists only change up when the times change up....if you're being different when times get different, you're only being the same, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best example I can pull out of my ass at the moment is from Lil Wayne's Carter II. The song, "Grown Man"ft. Curren$y. Sure, niggas were releasing sappy R&amp;amp;B collabos, but this song never hit radio...it's about diversity, not showing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interview with 50Cent on Drake's "Find Your Love"....50 comments something like, 'He can get away with a song like that"...or something of that nature. I feel people are too afraid to spread their wings...50 feels he has to be "hard" until he dies. That's not the case....it's also not as easy as performing a slow jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lost what I meant to get at.....either way...make music....don't let the genre define you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is a sad panda--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5369704839362897010?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5369704839362897010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-2-get-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5369704839362897010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5369704839362897010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-2-get-by.html' title='Just 2 Get By'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3766296219713296502</id><published>2010-06-25T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T04:50:57.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>'Bouta Squash It</title><content type='html'>I've been watching Youtube like it's TV, cuz everybody has an opinion, and I'm seeing how other people see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly rap music shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest issue the Hip-Hop culture has been dealing with, "Is Hip-Hop dead?" and if so, who killed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just grew, matured, changed.....one thing for sure, if you cryogenically froze a nigga from the 80s/90s and woke him up today, he'll definitely know Kurtis Blow and Cool Moe Dee ain't the shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think where a lot of young'ns who claim they know Hip-Hop often confuse Rap with Hip-Hop.....Hip-Hop exists in a chosen few, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, Common(minus Universal Mind Control), and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of what's going on is Rap. Hip-Hop is when you're delivering a message, with ill rhythm, and making the beat sound as if NOBODY else can rap on the beat after you....Rap is exactly what the name states, RAP.....in the 90s they used to say, "Let's rap"...as in, "Let's talk".....that's what Rap is: talking...sometimes shouting...regardless, Hip-Hop and Rap are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube niggas really hate Lil Wayne. I feel they don't listen to what he's saying. He is indeed a good rapper, but I can't call him the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said Soulja Boy killed Hip-Hop...no, he doesn't do Hip-Hop...he does Rap/Pop/What's-Labeled-R&amp;amp;B-Today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna know what killed Hip-Hop if we're in agreement it's dead?.....The niggas who were about true Hip-Hop stopped fucking with it, because they started worried about the niggas who did Rap and were making money off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip-Hop was NEVER about money, but Rap is........if you stayed true to Hip-Hop, the money will come regardless....but the second you start just rapping, it's over....it's not your game, you can't last, you don't know the rules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci Mane ain't kill it, Waka ain't kill it, Soulja, Juiceman, Wayne, all the radio all-stars, their hands are clean....it's the niggas who lost faith in it who did it, and instead of manning up to it, they blame somebody else.....that's low......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is about to fly out--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3766296219713296502?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3766296219713296502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/bouta-squash-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3766296219713296502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3766296219713296502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/bouta-squash-it.html' title='&apos;Bouta Squash It'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4234236235083613597</id><published>2010-06-25T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T03:04:29.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Shit I'll NEVER Get</title><content type='html'>Les Miserables...umm..almost done...just waiting on the guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. Shit I don't get about muthafuckas. Trip with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCROw-YAoJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5LQ_fbhNG4M/s1600/face-piercings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCROw-YAoJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5LQ_fbhNG4M/s320/face-piercings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When chicks get like 500 piercings in their faces...they mention parts of the head I never knew existed...the icing on the cake is the chain from nose to ear.......What's the deal with that? (I'ma beat this topic dead...then for a few weeks afterward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCRPfTRhHBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/7vG1nMmK8A0/s1600/freaky-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCRPfTRhHBI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/7vG1nMmK8A0/s320/freaky-front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of people call themselves "freaks"....that's cool and all, but you can't wear the title if you are not. Plain/simple. Peep game, ladies: sucking a dick, catching a nut, licking a ball doesn't quite qualify....that's regular shit. If you are a true "freak", then we're crossing borders a lot of us aren't willing to cross....the kid is talking whips, chains, candlewax and all that out there, out there shit. You's no freak, you're just readier/willinger than the average person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCRRMKqkr7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/MqVDFjFHChE/s1600/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCRRMKqkr7I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/MqVDFjFHChE/s400/logo_facebook-rgb-7inch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The funniest thing about Facebook...it's Myspace now....the gimmick behind Facebook used to be about only adding folks you know, but after the epidemic of quizzes and fan pages..people have gained the knowledge of intelligent life outside of their workplaces and schools and regions.....now you can add all the pretty girls you want, JUST LIKE MYSPACE....so they add you...and you see their ridiculous updates...so you take it upon yourself to comment on them....then they get pissed when you make an ass out of them on their pages......the other shit: when the chicks add a billion three-fourths naked pictures, and get upset when you talk about them......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP-QYguAbpM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GP-QYguAbpM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Everybody's Doing It...the theme of the next one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seems to me, everybody's fucking everybody, and sex doesn't mean shit anymore. Didn't it used to be a thing you had to lower the blinds, and lock the doors and windows for? It's on TV, it's on the radio, it's e'rywhere. The "lady" doesn't seem to exist...the woman who will tell you it's her business....now we got "bad bitches", "Barbie bitches", "pussy-wider-than-a-wide-mouth-bass-bitches".......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I updated the 'Book the other day, said: "A lot of these women don't know they're sitting on a goldmine...but give it away to any cat with a goldenrod and it'll be worth less than a chocolate coin in no time." Understand that, the va-jay-jay is gold, the goldenrod is [censored] and by giving the shit out, I wouldn't give you gold foil for that shit....I drop some shit like that, bitches ain't tryna hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life just ain't fun to me anymore....you can't do what you wanna do it when you wanna do it....people do dumb shit and it's cool, and if you don't like that cool shit, nobody likes you.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until next time, I'm popping Ambiens like there's no tomorrow to make the dream come true...does that makes sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If not.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is like a diamond in the rough....dig?--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4234236235083613597?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4234236235083613597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/shit-ill-never-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4234236235083613597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4234236235083613597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/shit-ill-never-get.html' title='Shit I&apos;ll NEVER Get'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCROw-YAoJI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5LQ_fbhNG4M/s72-c/face-piercings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4497216363349425309</id><published>2010-06-24T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:37:07.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Things I've Learned(That You Know)</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to make a Renaissance Man out of myself. By definition, a well rounded NIGGA....That wasn't necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I've been educating myself on Pop Culture so I can better murder verses. Come with me...this shit, you may already know...forgive me for being ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP2xRPKWII/AAAAAAAAA8g/jXmjdUjpoTA/s1600/wilts100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP2xRPKWII/AAAAAAAAA8g/jXmjdUjpoTA/s400/wilts100.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Wilt Chamberlain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just found out this cat put 100 points in some niggas....I don't watch basketball, I don't follow it, and I can't see that changing anytime soon. Blew my mind regardless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP3h6SGjoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cGnxZz2zrcE/s1600/lilkim-biggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP3h6SGjoI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cGnxZz2zrcE/s320/lilkim-biggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP3ltATe6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/rDdmnPp-YNU/s1600/lil-wayne-nicki-minaj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP3ltATe6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/rDdmnPp-YNU/s320/lil-wayne-nicki-minaj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been listening to Lil Kim's old shit....I've found that Nicki Minaj indeed does remind me a lot of Lil Kim...and people hold Wayne in the same light as Biggie Smalls....it's all repeating itself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kim had many songs dedicated to sex and cunnilingus, as well as some gangsta shit....The same with Nicki's catalog...Though she's got some serious songs, her raunchy shit outweighs them....we all know that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last thing I learned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP4u-h5XUI/AAAAAAAAA84/xd7my39sNeU/s1600/TheMWCEP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP4u-h5XUI/AAAAAAAAA84/xd7my39sNeU/s400/TheMWCEP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting pretty good at photoshopping.....This is for Shaun Fauste's Midwest Coast EP...on the off chance you can't read...or....that was stupid....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look out for this shit...drops JULY 1st....and Third World Records just did another Thursday release...it's weird we all drop on Thursdays as opposed to Tuesdays....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP5eSr3o4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/NfyiLScM2W8/s1600/36978_127531567283162_108317185871267_134718_2293677_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP5eSr3o4I/AAAAAAAAA9A/NfyiLScM2W8/s400/36978_127531567283162_108317185871267_134718_2293677_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4s.io/file/TpuHkEYD/ION_KNO__The_UNreleased_.html"&gt;(DOWNLOAD IT)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What to expect? Songs as old as 2007, songs that sound as terrible as 2007 dying chalkboards...and just a good ol' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm out of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is like....eh--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4497216363349425309?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4497216363349425309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-ive-learnedthat-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4497216363349425309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4497216363349425309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-ive-learnedthat-you-know.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learned(That You Know)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TCP2xRPKWII/AAAAAAAAA8g/jXmjdUjpoTA/s72-c/wilts100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5160543275373442183</id><published>2010-06-19T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:17:23.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Surrounded By Instruments</title><content type='html'>I've been downloading notorious emcees' musics. I'm trying to culture myself to everything I don't really have firm knowledge on. LL Cool J, Ja Rule, DMX, and Lil' Kim to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a lot of rappers don't really have the power to shine on their own without a slew of labelmates and comrades to lend a helping hand. Some insist on keeping features to a minimum...not a good idea for a few of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list a handful of emcees that have songs that outshine their solo cuts.....walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brhF2erp9eM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brhF2erp9eM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Rick Ross ft. Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy, and Trick Daddy "Luxury Tax")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a shame my favorite Rick Ross song features 90 niggas....he doesn't even do the hook, not once...J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League did the damn thing on this beat though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xzcua6Q4ep8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xzcua6Q4ep8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Birdman ft.Drake and Lil Wayne "Ball 4 My Town")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again...The artist whose album the song appears on doesn't even touch the hook....it's killing me, all these hot ass songs belong to cats who barely put in work on the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hm0AmwTOo3E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hm0AmwTOo3E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Memphis Bleek ft. T.I. and Trick Daddy " 'Round Here")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is this guy's BEST song.....Trick Daddy killed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oe_dvLiP-c0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oe_dvLiP-c0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Puff Daddy ft. The Notorious B.I.G and Busta Rhymes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't even bag on Diddy cuz everybody knows he's not a rapper. Nevertheless...this is still his best song. Point.Blank.Peri'd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXbWll6AUa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXbWll6AUa4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Mike Jones ft. Slim Thug and Paul Wall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, we should've all seen from the get-go, Mike Jones wasn't gonna be a household name....but the song was SO FUCKIN' HOT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm done fuckin' with niggas....I hope one day I'll be able to Google "Midas Welle" and find a pink blog about how much that cat hates me....that would be cool....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas has a mini-fridge now...I plan on stocking it with Vitamin Water, Fiji Water, beer and vodka--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5160543275373442183?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5160543275373442183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/surrounded-by-instruments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5160543275373442183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5160543275373442183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/surrounded-by-instruments.html' title='Surrounded By Instruments'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6577284987314959028</id><published>2010-06-18T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:30:36.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Can't Even Get My Rocks Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBw3_xMft9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Z69FBQz6WBA/s1600/Jayla-Starr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBw3_xMft9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Z69FBQz6WBA/s400/Jayla-Starr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching this Jayla Starr lady's videos recently...I discovered her through Goddess Intellect's connections and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean and black I think...I don't know....she's cute when she does her thing....but if you catch one of "those" kinda videos, it's like, "Whatchu doin' that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK PARENTS FOR PERMISSION BEFORE&amp;nbsp; LOOKING AT THIS, FOLK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: auto;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://emb.slutload.com/FUAu3gXtjLx" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://emb.slutload.com/FUAu3gXtjLx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://emb.slutload.com/FUAu3gXtjLx" AllowScriptAccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slutload.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Free Porn Movies. Unlimited upload porn for free.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who do they make these gagging videos for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just wondering. I might even make a song about the woman. That'll be my "Ms.Ashalee Albar"....Eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a feature coming in from Yung Ward...Les Miserables should be done after "Listen To Reason" and "Be Cool" and "Cincinnati" get done....but you shouldn't know those songs yet, unless I have been Evil Empire'd by God knows who....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, yeah, beat it....&lt;a href="http://jaylastarr.com/"&gt;http://jaylastarr.com/&lt;/a&gt;.....get it, beat it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is about to blast this LL Cool J--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6577284987314959028?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6577284987314959028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-even-get-my-rocks-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6577284987314959028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6577284987314959028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-even-get-my-rocks-off.html' title='Can&apos;t Even Get My Rocks Off'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBw3_xMft9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Z69FBQz6WBA/s72-c/Jayla-Starr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7904382366562660036</id><published>2010-06-18T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:03:55.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Pee-Ess Tree</title><content type='html'>If you know moi, you know if there's anything that can bring plus signs to my ju-ju, it's video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to sit out this generation of video games....but I think I am finally sold on one....I would've gotten a 360, but NOBODY I know likes to play Halo, and it would just be a waste of an investment....the Wii is fun, but on some seldom shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony's PS3 just sold me less than 20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AtM3PGyiQUc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AtM3PGyiQUc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I've been on this series since PSX, I missed out on installment 4...more reason to get a PS3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMaJIggZ1Pg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMaJIggZ1Pg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Twisted Metal has been my shit shit since #2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It shall only be a matter of time til what, the Wii-Wii, the Xbox540, and PS4, huh?....if they call it the Wii-Wii, I'm going to die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.............Shaun Fauste's Midwest Coast EP out July 1st...that's not a threat, that's a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Average Joe's 7 in the works along with Skeem's "I'm Onli Kiddin'" and Ace's "Some Crap Album."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Les Miserables sounds better every time I look at it....it's on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is thinking of a master plan--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7904382366562660036?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7904382366562660036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/pee-ess-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7904382366562660036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7904382366562660036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/pee-ess-tree.html' title='Pee-Ess Tree'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7666281744843583485</id><published>2010-06-15T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:26:35.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>2Pacalypse NOW!</title><content type='html'>I think I've been witnessing small, yet noticeable signs of the end of days...but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes, fuck it, it just comes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I slept last night on some bored shit....I did NOTHING yesterday....it was sad....so I clocked out at 9PM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning around 8ish-9ish to find out Touchdown Jesus caught fire and burnt down last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? You don't know Touchdown Jesus? This is who Touchdown Jesus is NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBd9yyn5ZUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fckZ8NsW7_Y/s1600/Touchdown_Jesus_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBd9yyn5ZUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fckZ8NsW7_Y/s400/Touchdown_Jesus_1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notre Dame I think...correct me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBd-H7PDMUI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ShhduVL2TMI/s1600/touchdown-jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBd-H7PDMUI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ShhduVL2TMI/s400/touchdown-jesus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can kick a legit field goal through here.....I had a picture of this on my phone...twas a time Fauste and I had a spur of the moment and drove to Wright State....epic road trip...except the part where we had to come back...shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears in the following video, nobody really cared.....I'd rather it be a $250,000 statue and nobody gets hurt than two big ass buildings and thousands upon thousands die....but that's just me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUZ3d1tTbWg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mUZ3d1tTbWg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas needs to piss--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7666281744843583485?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7666281744843583485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/2pacalypse-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7666281744843583485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7666281744843583485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/2pacalypse-now.html' title='2Pacalypse NOW!'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBd9yyn5ZUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/fckZ8NsW7_Y/s72-c/Touchdown_Jesus_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5521228904498008328</id><published>2010-06-13T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:48:34.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>A Million &amp; 1 ?'$</title><content type='html'>A million....a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boy is tryna make some moves. Bigger steps are being taken. I was on &lt;a href="http://www.dadopeness.com/2010/06/who-is-midas-welle.html"&gt;Da Dopeness&lt;/a&gt;. That was cool. Got plugged like a household appliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow two blogs by some super cool women. &lt;a href="http://www.singledame.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Single Dame&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.goddessintellect.com/"&gt;Goddess Intellect&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that anybody on the world wide web gives a shit about the music is super ill to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got interviewed on Goddess Intellect, I felt like I was in a magazine. You ought to &lt;a href="http://goddessintellect.com/2010/06/13/goddess-interviews-reviews-midas-welle/"&gt;read it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case "read it" doesn't register to you as a link to the interview, here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goddessintellect.com/2010/06/13/goddess-interviews-reviews-midas-welle/"&gt;http://goddessintellect.com/2010/06/13/goddess-interviews-reviews-midas-welle/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears to me the message of the mixtape was interpreted in all the right ways in the Goddess' ears. She understood "The One He Auto Tuned" was a joke, and she followed the story of "The One That Went Nowhere"....that's cool as hell so many people like that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thoughts of retiring from the game this year....actually since 09...after "Suck My Swag", "Baby Batter", and all the other cooky shit rappers are doing in my city....you know what? I'm just gonna keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBTtBpIXdSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vam6fldb2gk/s1600/31410_1158539009713_1414890773_30355384_2571013_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBTtBpIXdSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vam6fldb2gk/s400/31410_1158539009713_1414890773_30355384_2571013_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She said I had "subtle sex appeal"..which is better than none I suppose...I didn't think I had any...especially when it comes to the music....shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta keep reppin' my city and put us on top!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, the top....okay, maybe not immediately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Nottingham and 2Dopeboyz would read their emails....simp's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, shout out to Third World Records, shout out to everybody doing their own things, shout out to 2MG...whether y'all let me on the team or not, I fucks with y'all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh............shit.....I dunno....I gave Les Miserables another listen...I'm feeling good about it...it's tight, with or without the corny club bangers on it...."I do this shit for work, I do this shit for fun. I don't dream of C-Notes, I dream of music ones."....plus I got the "okay" from my Sensei, Seth Boogie, on a lot of the songs I let him hear from it. Now, NOBODY can stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop until I'm on every working iPod on the planet with more plays than your favorite band, you feel that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uu0nhEuw5vc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uu0nhEuw5vc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--midas is on extra grind--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5521228904498008328?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5521228904498008328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/million-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5521228904498008328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5521228904498008328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/million-1.html' title='A Million &amp; 1 ?&apos;$'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBTtBpIXdSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/vam6fldb2gk/s72-c/31410_1158539009713_1414890773_30355384_2571013_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6252201642001002923</id><published>2010-06-10T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:53:33.761-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>"GET OVER HERE!!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDoTKcZo6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/yoBY6W0PmG4/s1600/mortal_kombat_logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDoTKcZo6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/yoBY6W0PmG4/s400/mortal_kombat_logo.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 90s, there were many a things kids could relate to each other at school with. Video games, cartoons, and cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feuds waged on at my elementary school about which was better, Trix or Cinnamon Toast Crunch....Who'd kick who's ass, TMNT or The Power Rangers....all that good shit....but ONE franchise brought us all together. Mortal Kombat...it was the Grand Theft Auto of our time...the most violent game on the block....and our parents bought it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was last night when I stumbled upon the extended trailer. From Jump Street, I could tell, "This is something different." The lighting implies a serious tone...MUCH serious-er than the first two movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with Jacks...who I thought was Jax, interrogating an unknown character....If you're a fan of the franchise, you'll have fun trying to identify the characters before it's announced who they are. I ain't gon' say shit if you haven't seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through and through, the story isn't told from Liu Kang's p.o.v. Which is how you know you're in for something....ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it the director is trying to do what THEY did to Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is supposed to drop in 2013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are livid cuz Liu Kang isn't the protagonist....if they can execute this mofo just right, it just may be a cult classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9YUeTTaVqo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9YUeTTaVqo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After seeing that, how could you sleep on Mortal Kombat? It's back with a vengeance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDq42TYAeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/B0BpDVO8aog/s1600/n1414890630_30197481_1100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDq42TYAeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/B0BpDVO8aog/s400/n1414890630_30197481_1100.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get it? Sleep on....Mortal Kombat......? Huh, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess some good came out of Ace Boogie and his weird knack to take pictures of me in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.....I think it's a breath of fresh air....when you show things in movies like things that can only be taken seriously in a comic book or video game, it's kinda hard to retain timelessness because of the special efx the times could show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDt5a8p0YI/AAAAAAAAA74/e8mYFsCTj4o/s1600/2008-07-22-Batmanrobin1997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDt5a8p0YI/AAAAAAAAA74/e8mYFsCTj4o/s640/2008-07-22-Batmanrobin1997.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; You expect me to take niggas running around in leather tights chasing each other around seriously? Fuck outta here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking forward to it, ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas wins...FLAWLESS VICTORY....&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FATALITY&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6252201642001002923?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6252201642001002923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-over-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6252201642001002923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6252201642001002923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-over-here.html' title='&quot;GET OVER HERE!!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TBDoTKcZo6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/yoBY6W0PmG4/s72-c/mortal_kombat_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1518614963630754594</id><published>2010-06-07T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:59:40.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Slideshow Rhymes, Heaux</title><content type='html'>I've picked up a new thing to do....well, not new to the world, but new to me. This thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, on Youtube when they put a slideshow to a song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do that too now. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone over two Young Money beats so far. Drake's "Over" and Young Money's "Roger That".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czech me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1156063907837" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1156063907837" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1157476943162" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1157476943162" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tagged a bunch of my "famous" friends in the Over video....of course they haven't viewed it. "Stardom" is like one listen away.....so close, yet so far away......haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not stuntin' it though........when they finally discover what the fuck I've been up to all this time, they'll say, "He's got dedication...he's got the gift....he's the G.O.A.T."................okay, I don't really expect them to say that, who them is, but that would be cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ROUND2 with the guitar strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TA2FLBJZxyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/8MaQXm_fc7Q/s1600/ERN2223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TA2FLBJZxyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/8MaQXm_fc7Q/s400/ERN2223.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not like I purposefully go to places and buy pink things.....these are the only ones Best Buy EVER has. the strings aren't pink though, that would be cool on the black guitar though.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every once in a while I like to toot my own horn....the things I say on these beats. My favorite lines from myself thus far in 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Though, they told him to just wait. This take is open and shut case. Make a Y-incision with a crank, get your guts yanked."--Midas Welle Over "Over"..............referring to murder, and an autopsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;"I'll call them cats who touch more arms than Speed Sticks. No street Gyp's, no cheap tricks, no cards in a deck. This is the USO Show and admission is an arm and a leg."--Mountain ft. Ace Boogie and Skeem Da General............Arms as in guns, Gypsies, dudes who switch around the three cards, and how much it costs to come our shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;"I relate to your pain like when you stub your tiny toe, that's why I'm encouraging you to strike like a lightening bolt." Everybody's Song ft. Shaun Fauste...........If a person doesn't get this, I QUIT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: left;"&gt;"I'm sorry, cuz I'm mad bad and I keep hittin' 'em. Arousing more interest than a bag of green M&amp;amp;M's."--Godfather Rap.........Acting like a little kid and green M&amp;amp;M's are apparently an aphrodisiac...get it, AROUSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas doesn't think you're ready...that's fine......I ain't got nothing but time--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1518614963630754594?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1518614963630754594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/slideshow-rhymes-heaux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1518614963630754594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1518614963630754594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/slideshow-rhymes-heaux.html' title='Slideshow Rhymes, Heaux'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TA2FLBJZxyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/8MaQXm_fc7Q/s72-c/ERN2223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1284977080959141865</id><published>2010-06-07T03:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T03:38:44.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>What I Want</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna try to clear the air. There are three states an artist/band can be in. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainstream, Indie, and Unsigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot people will argue Indie is a genre. I have to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you have no record deal with no fan base(Unsigned)....backing by a label or doing it solo dolo with little to a lot of support(Indie...Independent).....or you have videos on MTV, BET, and VH1 with all your projects available for $9.99 on iTunes(Mainstream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I trying to accomplish with this pursuit of music.....ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookit these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vmf4fQz2DCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vmf4fQz2DCU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2FR2HpUpz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2FR2HpUpz4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qggxTtnKTMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qggxTtnKTMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's my point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MURS used to be back by Warner Brothers Records or some shit, but has been Indie for the longest....Immortal Technique is on an Indie label, Viper Records....but Tech N9ne, I don't know ANY of his songs, but since 1999 til now, he's sold over 1,000,000 records independently....that's over the course of the career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you walked up to about 25 people on the street, I'd say 13 out of those 25 would know who all three of these cats are...."not so good with the math."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I really want is the love of the Internet......I don't want to sell records (I can't, I sample TOO much!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I could remain relevant via the world wide web, get the music heard, everything available for free download, and get a gig every now and then.....I'd be satiated.....is that an appropriate usage of the word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My fellow Third World chaps are really grinding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fauste is nearly done with The Midwest Coast EP, with an EP he wants to do prior to it.....Ace Boogie with the Some Crap Album, which is going smoothly.....Skeem Da General with Onli Kiddin Vol.1, which I'm afraid I will need to purchase a vehicle, for the sole purpose of riding through the hood to....and Average Joe with 7, the EP.....and of course, the artist formerly known as M.O, M.O Hour, is gettin' crackin' on The M.O Hour 2/Dr. M.Otivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm surely glad I'm not the only person thinking of making quality material. Les Miserables, I don't know when it'll be done...Hopefully late June, early July....whenever I get back off me ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, yeah, Facebook knows, but not this maphucka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAyf10gXU3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pnnqxsGR9ew/s1600/IMG000182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAyf10gXU3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pnnqxsGR9ew/s320/IMG000182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I copped an electric guitar from the pawn shop....$60....she went for $250 when she was new, tubular! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got it crackin' that night, bought picks....learned some neat strums...but I snapped her E string, then later, the thick E string...I learned I am heavy handed with the right hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought replacements....in during the homestretch, I snapped the thin E string AGAIN!!!!!! So right now, I'm sitting on 5 fuckin' strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's a Dean: Playmate....which is why I named her Julie Woodson, after 1973's April Playboy Playmate of the Month....get it? She's a Playmate, she's wooden, and she's black?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: left;"&gt;******WARNING******: If you have never laid eyes on a naked woman, or don't like to see them, go check your email or some shit, dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAyg8socemI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/YMhei1_z0aE/s1600/Julie%2BWoodson%2BApril%2B1973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAyg8socemI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/YMhei1_z0aE/s640/Julie%2BWoodson%2BApril%2B1973.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is...THE BEST BLOGGER ALIVE!!!--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1284977080959141865?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1284977080959141865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1284977080959141865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1284977080959141865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-i-want.html' title='What I Want'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAyf10gXU3I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pnnqxsGR9ew/s72-c/IMG000182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7868478844811595715</id><published>2010-06-07T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:05:41.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Green Hat W/ An Orange Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAx5aGE35RI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iVNv3GLHPms/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAx5aGE35RI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iVNv3GLHPms/s400/1.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stunting the Datpiff numbers. A WHOPPING 8 listens!!!....but the cats you'll find me around, are on the SAME shit. Stop snitch'n, your average photoshopp'd madness....I don't not like y'all niggas, y'all just ain't really cutting it......man, people are gonna think I'ma jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAx6iy5Rf1I/AAAAAAAAA7I/QzDqgxYmEhY/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAx6iy5Rf1I/AAAAAAAAA7I/QzDqgxYmEhY/s400/2.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell me I don't stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I REALLY need is the right ears to catch it.....Then it would spread like wildfire.....right now, these cats are on the same shit......annoying ass DJ drops over the songs, using the same beats....I used beats 30 million other niggas used, I guarantee my selection was the most diverse though. Beastie Boys beats on the same tape as Waka Flocka beats????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing forever bored with new rappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since there is really no interest in the making of a song. They make tracks with vocals on it......if it means nothing, you'll get nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done politicking....I kinda forgot where I was going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is...I dunno--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7868478844811595715?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7868478844811595715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-hat-w-orange-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7868478844811595715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7868478844811595715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-hat-w-orange-bill.html' title='Green Hat W/ An Orange Bill'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAx5aGE35RI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iVNv3GLHPms/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2862857305119846954</id><published>2010-06-03T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T10:46:20.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Money On My Mind, Time On My Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAe_bsujtqI/AAAAAAAAA64/Sn54c_E_s34/s1600/TheWettening3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAe_bsujtqI/AAAAAAAAA64/Sn54c_E_s34/s400/TheWettening3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I indeed have too much time on my hands.....I must plan to rap a lot, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started on The Wettening 2: Man On Neptune.......but here is the cover to The Wettening 3.....understand? It's like The Blueprint 3 cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll look back on this and be like, "What was I on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm high off life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but I discovered what the hell Three Olives is last night......potent shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what the theme for this one will be....I guess whatever new songs are out by that time....I might do some Eminem instrumentals.....who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is already thinking about the tres piece--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2862857305119846954?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2862857305119846954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-on-my-mind-time-on-my-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2862857305119846954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2862857305119846954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-on-my-mind-time-on-my-hands.html' title='Money On My Mind, Time On My Hands'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAe_bsujtqI/AAAAAAAAA64/Sn54c_E_s34/s72-c/TheWettening3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6270650240478008229</id><published>2010-06-03T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:50:35.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAcxXG713hI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/yRYJHYOzKIs/s1600/The+Wettening+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAcxXG713hI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/yRYJHYOzKIs/s400/The+Wettening+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so it's been a quick week since I dropped The Wettening: Battlelion.....After hassling people to download my shit and having them share the link, within the first week, The Wettening stands at 152 downloads....that's without the super exposure of Goddess Intellect, icoulddietomorrow, Kevin Nottingham, and The Single Dame......hopefully next week or soon I can do some real numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The network is expanding though. I got a lot of rappers who want beats and collabs...I'm going to film a video on the Blackberry for Les Miserables song, "Storm Out", then I'm gonna try to get that on channel 4 in the Ike Da Don set. I have a small article on &lt;a href="http://www.dadopeness.com/2010/06/who-is-midas-welle.html"&gt;dadopeness.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to be liking what they're hearing...which is REALLY strange cuz I thought it was gonna flop....the only thing people are complaining about is sound quality.....Cool.....I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just compiled another mixtape though. Songs that won't make Les Miserables and didn't make The Wettening:Battelion. I present to you, The Wettening 1.5!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAcyvWz_LEI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wCVzNrYLGRk/s1600/The+Wettening+1point5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAcyvWz_LEI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wCVzNrYLGRk/s400/The+Wettening+1point5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jzmiwmqlrut"&gt;COME GET IT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weird, right? Half Battlelion, half Man On Neptune......why didn't I put Les Miserables on the other side? Cuz B-sides belong on mixtapes and all that good shit. The cover is funny to me...if you're new to the franchise that is me, The Wettening 2: Man On Neptune is the second installment in The Wettening mixtape series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAczwv6KgBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ny8zE1pE3fI/s1600/The+Wettening+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAczwv6KgBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ny8zE1pE3fI/s400/The+Wettening+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing but Chad Hugo and Pharrell Williams productions on here. Mostly stuff from The Clones album, some Kelis, Clipse, and Britney Spears "Slave 4 U"....stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAc0PUfDPfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Zz2i55qV9B0/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAc0PUfDPfI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Zz2i55qV9B0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The kid is just waiting on the features to fall through and it's done......I'm expecting better results from this project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ball is rolling. Need more momentum.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YUUUP!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is hustling--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6270650240478008229?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6270650240478008229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6270650240478008229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6270650240478008229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAcxXG713hI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/yRYJHYOzKIs/s72-c/The+Wettening+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2630641019895844415</id><published>2010-06-02T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:29:18.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>What For?</title><content type='html'>Pardon me French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, if I haven't been harassing people to download my fuckin' mixtape, which isn't going too well versus other cats who have listeners, I've been watching porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for the thrill of watching porn. "Ayo, I'm tired of using technology." If I'm not in Limbo like I thought I was, I'm fucking dead........Just for kicks I guess. It's not the same as it used to be. Porn induced orgasms just ain't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching South Park last night, their "Grapes of Wrath" parody....and I was taking it deeper than really need be. Stan's dad, Randy, was watching all the bizarre porn...I can't understand how it piques interest in anybody. Brazilian Fart Porn, Japanese Girls Puking In Each Others' Mouths, Bestiality?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put onto this website, porn303.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They boast having ALL the porn. Which is essentially true....but if you're not into that kinda thing, you might think they have a decent amount, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oddest porn I have ever seen that's considered porn....okay, there are two accounts. One video, this guy and his buddies thought it would be funny to film their friend getting nailed by a horse.....he died afterward.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one, you've probably seen it, 2 Girls 1 Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'm not too interested in all the shit they offer. Do these keywords get you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B.D.S.M&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bizarre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bukkake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad and Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double Penetration(That could be vaginal AND anal, or double anal...take your pick.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fisting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Footdom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Granny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midget&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pissing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pregnant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shemale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tranny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weird&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And the list goes on......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also watching Tosh.0 the other day. He was doing Chat Roulette, which I didn't know was real.....if you saw the South Park that parodied Facebook and Tr0n, you remember how every time they 'rouletted', it was a guy jacking off....and sure enough, that's what happened on Tosh.0......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy world we live in. I thought I was crazy, I thought I weird......Nigga, I look like Mr.Rogers compared to the people who like that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleeping's been off....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate anybody who took about 15-30 minutes getting my mixtape........you gotta start somewhere.......Thus far, nothing but approval.........maybe they're lying, maybe they're not listening at all........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I need to quit thinking, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.e.a.c.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is......fuck, I don't know--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2630641019895844415?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2630641019895844415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2630641019895844415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2630641019895844415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-for.html' title='What For?'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-8087895590543674916</id><published>2010-06-01T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:16:50.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Ugly Duckling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAUiETl1EaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/adVRuKwFg50/s1600/20061017-retouche-photoshop-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAUiETl1EaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/adVRuKwFg50/s400/20061017-retouche-photoshop-03.jpg" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one thing the kid doesn't understand about Hollywood and all that bullshit....the reporters diving into the personal lives of celebrities.............but more importantly, the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image is nice. I respect image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image is stupid. I hate image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make people want to emulate people that barely exist.....nobody in Hollywood uses their real name. Jamie Foxx is not Jamie Foxx, Tom Cruise is not Tom Cruise...that's cool, I'm fine with that.....BUT....when you make this happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAUjwvDGwjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/z8rXLaJsqXo/s1600/photoshopfun1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAUjwvDGwjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/z8rXLaJsqXo/s400/photoshopfun1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That.....TEARS IT!!! Psyche....but really......This shit is horribly misleading....you got all kinds of women out here, out here thinking they're not good enough cuz their husbands keep wanking it to these edited pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stomach looking at an untouched photo. I don't see what the problem is.......Everything is beautiful in its own way, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas was just sayin'--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~P.S--I'm writing The Wettening 2.....Les Miserables is basically done, but I'm waiting on features......yuuup!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-8087895590543674916?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8087895590543674916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/ugly-duckling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8087895590543674916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8087895590543674916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/06/ugly-duckling.html' title='Ugly Duckling'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAUiETl1EaI/AAAAAAAAA6I/adVRuKwFg50/s72-c/20061017-retouche-photoshop-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5284455945488953942</id><published>2010-05-31T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:16:21.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Behind The Music(HA!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAOTczZOC8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/AS-0lkTBOk0/s1600/The+Wettening+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAOTczZOC8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/AS-0lkTBOk0/s400/The+Wettening+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zmc1zwzyjcnThat"&gt;THE WETTENING:BATTLELION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, as of this moment, I stand at 121 downloads of this muthafuckin' mixtape...That's coming from solely asking people on Facebook to download it and having people share the link.....Thus far, I have heard no bad reviews on it. One cat told me it quote unquote, taught him how to be a man, or something of that nature....honestly, that wasn't the point of the mixtape, that's Les Miserables' job....but fuck it, HELL YEAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I wanted to do on this mixtape was show people, lyrically, ain't nobody on this earth fuckin' with me. I think the songs speak for themselves. As for those hooks, I was kidding, I don't hold them highly at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So let me get into the point of this post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What does The Wettening mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening is an episode of Invader Zim, when Zim and Dib have an all out water war....I chose the name for the series of mixtapes because of Lil Wayne's Da Drought series....Da Drought 3 was the first mixtape I ever listened to....keepin ' it me.....As for the Battlelion part, that's derived from "battalion", a squad thing in the army, I just made up the word to describe the cover. The tank is underwater....tying that all together in ye'olde noodle? Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing to know about The Wettening series, EVERY song will have "The One" in the title. I want people to be able to refer to my shit at any given time. The LP songs will be memorable title wise cuz I actually made those songs, mixtape tracks get treated like George Foreman's sons....all named the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Opened Up With Featuring Ace Boogie--It features Third World vice president, Ace Boogie. This verse, I wrote it to Lupe Fiasco's "The Coolest"...nothing big, nothing special. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Killed--This is Lil Wayne's "Street Life". I try to find any excuse possible to rap about street action, it's fun, it's gritty, people want it, plus I'm in love with the beat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Didn't Play On--Hearing the hook on this one would lead you to believe differently, but I still felt I brought it on this one. One of my favorite Neptunes beats, which inspired The Wettening 2's concept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Doesn't Like--I'm not gonna lie, I actually do like it, I just hate the generic ending to the verse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One For The Cincy Girls--Verbatim bitten, rhythmically, from Charles Hamilton's "Brooklyn Girls", I like mine better though...hahaha.&amp;nbsp; I got a little feedback from this one, no Cincy girls yet though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One For Your Mind--On Nas' "New York State of Mind", I talk about coming up into my own, worth a listen, I talk that bullshit at the end. I originally wrote the verse to Jay-Z's "The Prelude" from Kingdom Come, but couldn't find a decent copy of the beat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Auto Tuned--NOBODY likes this song, except Shaun Fauste I believe....and that's cool, cuz Auto Tune is supposed to be dead....plus I'm not very good at it....but I murdered those verses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One With Average Joe--Featuring Third World artist, Average Joe, we bring The Pharcyde's "Runnin' " into 20-10. I did my Das Efx impression on it, then we do Spoken Word at the end, freestyled, by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Lost--"Lost Ones", one of my favorite Dr.Dre beats...I lost my great, great aunt, which is whom I'm speaking on in the end....the verse was just venting frustration on people not following my music, it's their loss, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One For The Birds--I don't know what I was on for this joint. "Homecoming". I decided to "sing"...not very well might I add. People really like this one though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One That Went Nowhere--Pharrell, "You Can Do It Too"...these lyrics were to originally appear on Les Miserables, but I lost the beat, so I told this repeating story on this beat....It's about a girl who runs away from home, a trailer park, raised by a single alcoholic mother, and meets a man, who impregnates her leaves, and she too becomes an alcoholic and gets ran out on by her daughter....see the cycle?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One For The Money--Busta Rhymes "Goldmine", I tell a story on if me(Count D'Muni), Shaun Fauste(Ed Marco), Skeem Da General(Kuqlehead) and Ace Boogie(Boogieman) robbed a bank. My personal favorite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One With Pain--On 2Pac's "No More Pain"....sound quality is horrible, but a dope verse with HEAVY shit talk at the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One With Shaun Fauste--This was the last song to go on the feature. Biggie Smalls' "The What"....vulgar hook, but people love the song...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Enjoyed--Beastie Boys "New Style"....I love the beat, and it was fun to rap...I enjoyed it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One For The Freaks--Too $hort's "Freaky Tales"....My second favorite....It's hard to move such a disgusting song, but the lyricism is at the maximum on this one...if you can stomach it, ain't nobody fuckin' with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The One He Buried--Kanye West "Barry Bonds"....understand that title, Bury, Barry? This was originally supposed to be the intro to my first album, F,000,L'$ G0LD, but that got halted for these musics. My favorite hook on the mixtape too, by the way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hmmm...not that much of a backstory since I didn't produce it....when you hear Les Miserables...you might just fuckin' lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a lady I used to know back in the day, she claims to not remember me...I remember her family well, her brother is basically the reason I rap...and after downloading his mixtape....it appears the pupil has become the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is in session, bitches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is full of himself from one plateful--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5284455945488953942?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5284455945488953942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/behind-musicha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5284455945488953942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5284455945488953942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/behind-musicha.html' title='Behind The Music(HA!)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/TAOTczZOC8I/AAAAAAAAA6A/AS-0lkTBOk0/s72-c/The+Wettening+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5367091685446313309</id><published>2010-05-27T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T02:31:55.528-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Da Wettening Is Starting</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Hey, babies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BACK!!!!(You know I hate to say that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone!!! Now I'm back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got something for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S_4RWypSdsI/AAAAAAAAA54/exKfZG33Xg0/s1600/The+Wettening+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S_4RWypSdsI/AAAAAAAAA54/exKfZG33Xg0/s400/The+Wettening+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zmc1zwzyjcn"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?zmc1zwzyjcn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right! The Wettening:Battlelion has FINALLY DROPPED!!! NOBODY KNOWS IT YET!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you follow me, you'll be happy.....other than that, you'll be definitely be seeing it....I'll be calling in the promoting team.....!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm ready....Les Miserables is ALMOST done, so suck on this until that drops....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ENJOY, tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ace Boogie, Average Joe and Shaun Fauste feature on it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LISTENN!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is anxious--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5367091685446313309?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5367091685446313309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/da-wettening-is-starting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5367091685446313309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5367091685446313309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/da-wettening-is-starting.html' title='Da Wettening Is Starting'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S_4RWypSdsI/AAAAAAAAA54/exKfZG33Xg0/s72-c/The+Wettening+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3186557353178050942</id><published>2010-05-12T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:26:32.164-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Heavy, Heavy, Heavy"</title><content type='html'>What does it do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!?! Two consecutive blog posts, it's gonna snow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for real do'......I was "going in". I made 4.6 songs....that's cuz one needs a feature on the third verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-qOw-7BfzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SVA6vt_vRV0/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-qOw-7BfzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SVA6vt_vRV0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I NEVER get tired of looking at this cover!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the feature I'm truly working on...Remember, The Wettening is still only one track from completion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got a small little hook up on promotion for these projects and myself....I gotta hurry up though, so I succumbed to something I NEVER thought I'd do........I got ~7 featured artists on Les Miserables.....I don't wanna drop any names until the songs are done....maybe not until it drops....but I got some big local names in mind. The usual suspects who've been with me all along will be on there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting excited about this LP....that excitement arrived overnight, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Umm................what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shit, I dunno....I'm losing fans.......fuck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is ready to git'r'done--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3186557353178050942?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3186557353178050942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/heavy-heavy-heavy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3186557353178050942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3186557353178050942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/heavy-heavy-heavy.html' title='&quot;Heavy, Heavy, Heavy&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-qOw-7BfzI/AAAAAAAAA5w/SVA6vt_vRV0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7743269473325691380</id><published>2010-05-11T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:24:07.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Behind Clothes Doors</title><content type='html'>I was born in 1990. I lived a nice lil' life until 2002....or 03. Whenever Obie Trice did that song with Nate Dogg. That was the first time I ever heard word of a clothing company, you may have heard of it: Louis Vuitton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lUxX6ileI/AAAAAAAAA5I/edKHrAUfr0g/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lUxX6ileI/AAAAAAAAA5I/edKHrAUfr0g/s400/img-thing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Louis Vuitton: Damier bag...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I don't really relate to rappers who constantly rap about the high end fashion lines because I can't afford them. The more and more I hear these cats spit about it, the more I see it.........I've seen my fair share of knock offs though. I've heard some sick lyrics regarding Damier.........the worst goes to Big Sean from Chip Tha Ripper's "Fat Raps". "Damier print got me lookin' like a chessboard.".....wow. Jeezy just took the cake yesterday with "I'm the type to boast, I'm the type to brag. I'm the type of nigga to play chess on his bag."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lV0368GLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4jJ0_breQNs/s1600/Goyard+racecar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lV0368GLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/4jJ0_breQNs/s320/Goyard+racecar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Goyard luggage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ONLY rapper I've ever heard mention Goyard is Lupe Fiasco......it's quite expensive.....I didn't know Lupe was caking like that. I saw one of these shits going for 2-3G's................right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lWSxCUUoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-RXxTWdiTwg/s1600/gucci_bag-696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lWSxCUUoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/-RXxTWdiTwg/s320/gucci_bag-696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It's GUUUUUCCCCIIIII!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think this is the Crystal...excuse me, Rose....of the clothing world.....Black people eat this shit up. There's a Gucci Man, and alluva sudden people wanna get their green and red on before Christmas......I mean, that was a blind following, folks, "I don't even like Gucci.".............The first time I ever caught word of this company was Mannie Fresh on "Still Fly" when he recycled the ever so famous lyric, "Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lXP-geZwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2EW4qpSbTPU/s1600/ralph-lauren-polo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lXP-geZwI/AAAAAAAAA5g/2EW4qpSbTPU/s320/ralph-lauren-polo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ralph Laren Polo shirt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar that 85% of the people who buy these shirts do not know that Polo is a sport....I'm willing to bet 100% of that 85% don't know that I dream to play Polo on a giraffe one day....thank LRG. Collared shirts didn't really seem to be cool amongst my contemporaries until.....I'd say around Jay-Z's Black Album/Kingdom Come era. ***Fun Fact***: It's apparently custom for natives of Cleveland, Ohio to wear polos with urban outfitter denim.....I'd thank Chip Tha Ripper for that one.....the only cat I know who raps about polos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lYYznnQ3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/NQpHj6pwVio/s1600/ysl_2005_stefano-pilati_karen-elson.preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lYYznnQ3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/NQpHj6pwVio/s320/ysl_2005_stefano-pilati_karen-elson.preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yves-Saint Laurent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best known as YSL. The ONLY reason I know of them is because of Raekwon who mentions them more often than not, and NaS who said, "I'm fly in YSL,&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm paid from this shit. Got bitches high as hell&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so that was a small rundown of&amp;nbsp; the most frequently mentioned clothing lines on the planet......they weren't that popular to my generation of rappers until the late 90s to early 00's....so when did these bitches originate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Louis Vuitton-- 1854&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goyard-- 1853&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gucci-- 1921&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polo Ralph Lauren-- 1967&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YSL-- 1962&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Geez Louise.....and they speak on this shit like it's brand spankin' new....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and if you don't know, now you know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas would make an excellent teacher--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7743269473325691380?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7743269473325691380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/behind-clothes-doors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7743269473325691380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7743269473325691380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/behind-clothes-doors.html' title='Behind Clothes Doors'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-lUxX6ileI/AAAAAAAAA5I/edKHrAUfr0g/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4321125187590214663</id><published>2010-05-10T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:35:54.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Heaven in Hollywood</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration is at an all time low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I'm'supposed to make this a career if I can't dedicate the time to it, I could if it were the only thing in my life, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How've you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clowning.......okay, The Wettening is one song away from completion. Les Miserables is gonna get focused on this week if not tonight......I'm actually gonna start reaching out to other Internet grinders to expand Third World music audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiendin'.......and playing The Sims 3. My sim is a certified rockstar now.....that's not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the title of the post. Just a thought that ran through my head talking to an acquaintance from overseas.......America is weird to her, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this and you think Midas is an okay fella, tell your okayer friends to Like me instead of becoming fans, okay player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is uguuguggggghhhh!!!--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4321125187590214663?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4321125187590214663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/heaven-in-hollywood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4321125187590214663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4321125187590214663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/heaven-in-hollywood.html' title='Heaven in Hollywood'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7013267023370919987</id><published>2010-05-04T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:27:43.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Borderline Dumb Shit</title><content type='html'>The shit people do to themselves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-ARqCsitdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0zrswPUG3D4/s1600/shanell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-ARqCsitdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0zrswPUG3D4/s320/shanell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://usershare.net/pz4t59f32pcw"&gt;Shanell&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chick looks like she sneezed when she had the flu and it's STILL hangin'...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Self expression is wonderful....but there's a limit..........who am I to judge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Wettening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas would drown himself, but that would take too long, and he's got shit to do--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7013267023370919987?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7013267023370919987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/borderline-dumb-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7013267023370919987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7013267023370919987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/borderline-dumb-shit.html' title='Borderline Dumb Shit'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S-ARqCsitdI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0zrswPUG3D4/s72-c/shanell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-972631841301031844</id><published>2010-05-03T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:02:46.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Death of the Emcee</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to a lot of music....not making it, but listening. I'm in a dry spell. Personal shit. I'll get over it. I always do.....I've been embracing rappers that the mainstream seems to like so much. Rappers that I'd never dreamed of going through their archives like a Da Vinci journal or some shit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cats are, Waka Flocka Flame, OJ Da Juiceman and Gucci Mane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing a download of 3 gigs of Gucci Mane music. Gucci makes me laugh. I respect him though....despite "Spotlight" with Usher, Gucci has NEVER done a song that isn't Gucci.....500 mixtapes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waka, I finally see his appeal and the reason for his name. "Waka" is what you say to his music, as he does on the ad-lib track ever so loudly. He NEVER stops being loud. He keeps your attention. I read some Facebook updates where some bitches practically molested him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, OJ Da Juiceman........what can I say? Possibly a homosexual, and I quote, "Right hand nasty, left hand gay.".....and no, I'm not talking about Broken Equipment's "Right Now".....Culinary Art School with DJ Drama, nigga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I rambling about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S966MpIAw1I/AAAAAAAAA44/G1Tojb_M4EA/s1600/50_cent_in_da_%28gay%29club.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S966MpIAw1I/AAAAAAAAA44/G1Tojb_M4EA/s320/50_cent_in_da_%28gay%29club.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am discussing the transformation of the average Hip-Hop performer. Rapping used to be about who had the tightest flow, best lyrics, and crowd control. Now....every rapper is a franchise within himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's nothing wrong with that, but when you're a rapper, and you're doing EVERYTHING, but rapping....there's something wrong with this picture.....It seems to me, every rapper was a hustler, but not every hustler was a rapper. These rappers with their books, movies, video games, posters, clothing lines, drinks, and all that good shit....but why not put that effort into selling records....if you don't want to rap, get out the game.....Point.Blank.Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know an entire roster of emcees, singers, and entertainers who would be more than happy to be in your position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess there's nothing we can do about it though.....it's all business...no more art....just plain, generalized entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, yeah? Well, I'm bored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is a fuckin' wreck..tell Satan not yet--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-972631841301031844?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/972631841301031844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-of-emcee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/972631841301031844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/972631841301031844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/05/death-of-emcee.html' title='Death of the Emcee'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S966MpIAw1I/AAAAAAAAA44/G1Tojb_M4EA/s72-c/50_cent_in_da_%28gay%29club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4496908448084446490</id><published>2010-04-28T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:02:02.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>"Never, Never, Never, Never Change"</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been yet another while. I promise, I'll start trying to do this a little more often, I've just been.....not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me reiterate something about the character that is Midas Welle. Midas Welle is just the figurehead to wacky thoughts Matthew Williams too craven to say in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. I've been drinking, smoking(poor 420 I had), and living. No inspiration to make music, but I'm sitting on a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some African music with Seth Boogie, Shaun Fauste and Mr.Rodgers. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a cover for the first installment of The Wettening. Wanna see? I knew you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fozC0-6MI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nQHXoxWTFkg/s1600/The+Wettening+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fozC0-6MI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nQHXoxWTFkg/s400/The+Wettening+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each installment of The Wettening series has a secret name only seen when you download it and put it in your favorite media player. The first one is called, The Wettening: Battlelion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This makes sense to the cover. The picture is of a sunken battle tank, it's in the water, it's wet...get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The "Battlelion" will throw MANY off. It's a play on of words from the word "Battalion". Because of the tank in the picture, I decided to keep it army, but add my funk to it. I take pride in being a Leo, Zodiac-wise, so Battle-Lion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What can you expect from this feature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only features on this one are from Ace Boogie, who snuck his way onto my intro, Shaun Fauste...we ain't done it yet, and Average Joe....we took it old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I picked a lot of beats I grew up on or became smitten with in my life, that's past, present AND future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't forget about Les Miserable though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fqJKQYJqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/PptwlHO_wjI/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fqJKQYJqI/AAAAAAAAA4w/PptwlHO_wjI/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't really cracked into this one yet. It SHOULD be done by now...but I got 5-6 tracks on session that need re-doing. It's gonna be nice, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.....want me to let you in on a rumor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, come here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Midas Welle is already thinking about The Wettening 2.....he's thinking of theming it. This is what he's thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fqpqEmIkI/AAAAAAAAA40/QAW3qIxq6lY/s1600/The+Wettening+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fqpqEmIkI/AAAAAAAAA40/QAW3qIxq6lY/s400/The+Wettening+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The Wettening&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;: Man On Neptune)&lt;sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a music head like me, you might think I'm tryna go to CuDi beats.....no, not this time. I want to use nothing but beats produced by The Neptunes.....wouldn't that be dope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know when I wanna drop The Wettening....I just need one more track and it's done....I could drop it first and then follow up with Les Miserable so the Internet's not spammed up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is hard at work......what are YOU doing?--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4496908448084446490?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4496908448084446490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-never-never-never-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4496908448084446490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4496908448084446490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-never-never-never-change.html' title='&quot;Never, Never, Never, Never Change&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S9fozC0-6MI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nQHXoxWTFkg/s72-c/The+Wettening+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-8136754607107784599</id><published>2010-04-19T03:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:15:22.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Groupthink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hVp47f5YZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hVp47f5YZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long time no see.......................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously.....if you follow me here, you might've thought I died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just moved from the boonies to the west side of town...closer to downtown and Alabama's Fish...closer to Clifton and Baba Budan's/Mad Frog....on a busline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been recording. I have 13 tracks for The Wettening...remember that? And I'm starting to put tracks down for Les Miserables. You'll hear about that when it's coming....or the day it drops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Y'all seen that "Window Seat"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a beast!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S8v9QxkFVfI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZmZ5tXTIL40/s1600/groupthink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S8v9QxkFVfI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZmZ5tXTIL40/s400/groupthink.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Groupthink"....the message spelled out in blue ink after Erykah's assassination. Groupthink. Have you ever read 1984?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1984 is a book about a dystopia-esque society in the year 1984. The people aren't allowed to be individuals...in a way. The government is everything, nobody likes it....yadda, yadda, yadda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Groupthink, the thing people do and don't realize it......there aren't many folks who think outside it. Those who think outside of groupthink are considered weird, strange, odd, and any other similar adjective you can think of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do YOU know if YOU groupthink? Lemme help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you consider yourself Barbie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have swagger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you club hop every other night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you go to church and don't question why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you follow the Bible, Qu'Ran, et cetera without doubt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you were in the "In" crowd in high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you wear clothing that is popular because it's popular.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you live by every song that plays on the radio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you only listen to singles off of albums.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you take politics seriously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are content with the idea of The American Dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you randomly hook-up, and still yearn for love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you Tweet religiously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These are but a few examples of groupthink. I only seem to come in contact with those who can't groupthink.....so I don't understand people who buy into trends, fads and bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music is about individualism. The music I take seriously anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect poor singing, interpolations and fun renditions on The Wettening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Les Miserables, expect many rough love odes, satirical lyricism, and just plain ol' Third World classic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready.....I'm gonna start reaching out to my Internet friends and see if they'll put my shit on their websites......If I can get 1000 downloads on each project, I'd be happy.....but that's aiming high.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is back...like a spoiler--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S~Get some Kush &amp;amp; Orange Juice in you, and put Fornever on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S8v9QxkFVfI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZmZ5tXTIL40/s1600/groupthink.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-8136754607107784599?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8136754607107784599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/04/groupthink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8136754607107784599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8136754607107784599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/04/groupthink.html' title='Groupthink'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S8v9QxkFVfI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ZmZ5tXTIL40/s72-c/groupthink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-166436838718060876</id><published>2010-03-30T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:05:07.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Neophyte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7KAkyUh4rI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ECk6El_d-zM/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7KAkyUh4rI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ECk6El_d-zM/s400/04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm hearing a lot of talk about this Diggy niggy. If I haven't already voiced my opinion on First Flight, let me do that. It's a good project, it doesn't suck......however, I don't see the boy changing the music game whatsoever, not with those songs anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this, he was born into the game, basically, it's all at his doorstep, he doesn't have to pursue it. He's better than his father and D for that matter, but he hasn't said anything that made me go, WHOA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so stuck up about it? I compare his youth to that of kids who have made it in Hip-Hop before him, AND kids who have been more potent than any grown man rapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in the game we've seen, Romeo, Bow Wow, Lil Wayne, Kris Kross, et cetera. How many actually hit artist puberty and remain respected? Lil Wayne is the only one taken seriously, why? Cuz he was cussin' as a kid, he wasn't takin' NO SHIT. Romeo and Bow Weezy lived it hard as kids, and now, neither one are looked at as grown men. Kriss Kross ain't been hot since they were kids, and I think they have two albums post 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Nas, the best example. He rhymed "Live At The Barbecue" at 16, and shitted on every grown man on the song. "Street's disciple, my raps are trifle, I shoot slugs from my brain like a rifle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diggy is doing well for himself, I admit. Already on 106 &amp;amp; Park. I give the kiddo kudos, but I refuse to say the kid has bars....not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, get the boy on a song with Hov and see if he can hold his own......am I right?...............alright too big....um, Kanye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done talking rap shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is still re'to go--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-166436838718060876?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/166436838718060876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/neophyte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/166436838718060876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/166436838718060876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/neophyte.html' title='Neophyte'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7KAkyUh4rI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ECk6El_d-zM/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5561576579460482254</id><published>2010-03-30T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:25:33.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>LRG Head 2 Toe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7JAgfCX6hI/AAAAAAAAA38/3E7CoC89QWQ/s1600/23580_381458914305_352816699305_3621150_6528123_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7JAgfCX6hI/AAAAAAAAA38/3E7CoC89QWQ/s400/23580_381458914305_352816699305_3621150_6528123_n.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7JAklM8x2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/JF8ST_1wdxY/s1600/23580_381458919305_352816699305_3621151_5151647_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7JAklM8x2I/AAAAAAAAA4E/JF8ST_1wdxY/s320/23580_381458919305_352816699305_3621151_5151647_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you don't know, Midas is a huge fan of Lifted Research Group. After 11 years in the fashion game, they've expanded, offering New Era fitted caps, scarves, hoodies, windbreakers, coats, jackets, belts, t-shirts, tank tops, jeans, shorts, boxers, swim trunks, socks and even spun off into the women's line, Luxirie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally landed a shoe deal........I don'ts fuck with their shoes. It's DVSxLRGxGive Me My Money Chico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congratulations, LRG, you can now supply an ENTIRE outfit. That's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MsxPO5KppQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MsxPO5KppQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Go, Baby, WHOOP, WHOOP!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is packed re'to go--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5561576579460482254?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5561576579460482254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/lrg-head-2-toe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5561576579460482254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5561576579460482254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/lrg-head-2-toe.html' title='LRG Head 2 Toe?'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S7JAgfCX6hI/AAAAAAAAA38/3E7CoC89QWQ/s72-c/23580_381458914305_352816699305_3621150_6528123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4428537750320595000</id><published>2010-03-27T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:24:26.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Wet Wet</title><content type='html'>I started gathering instrumentals for my average rapper impression. Wanna know what I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;N.Y State Of Mind--Nas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Verbal Intercourse--Raekwon The Chef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No More Pain--2Pac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homecoming--Kanye West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O Let's Do It--Waka Flocka Flame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Street Life--Lil Wayne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gold Mine--Busta Rhymes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Can Do It Too--Pharrell &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I wrote fully to Street Life and O Let's Do It. N.Y has a fragment of it done. "I'm rollin' rollin' rollin', ain't slept int weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is your favorite rapper's favorite rapper--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4428537750320595000?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4428537750320595000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/wet-wet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4428537750320595000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4428537750320595000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/wet-wet.html' title='Wet Wet'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6107332866497151470</id><published>2010-03-26T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:14:25.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Anti-Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S60UIK5nK0I/AAAAAAAAA30/-COGdHE82qI/s1600/twitte.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S60UIK5nK0I/AAAAAAAAA30/-COGdHE82qI/s400/twitte.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quick vision, yo.........okay, it wasn't a vision, it was a thought. A vivid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it, Commandment two and three, "No gods before me" and "Don't make yourself an idol"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a small segment of Ryan Seacrest on Oprah. He said something about his followers. In your mind, the idea of followers and following doesn't sound bad. Out loud, that shit sounds WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look up one of my tweets, I'm like, what is the point of having strangers follow you, just to know what you think about a phrase with a # next to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 has seen the most interest I've ever shown in religion, after 2006 with Buddhism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it snowing in April in Cincinnati, wouldn't you think something's awry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the apocalypse is in two years, I wanna be in the attic not seeing a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is concerned--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6107332866497151470?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6107332866497151470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/anti-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6107332866497151470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6107332866497151470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/anti-site.html' title='The Anti-Site'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S60UIK5nK0I/AAAAAAAAA30/-COGdHE82qI/s72-c/twitte.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2429496465380788014</id><published>2010-03-26T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:36:57.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Knock 'Em Out The Ceilin' "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S60MDheUeGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jjxwNfezzms/s1600/IMG000088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S60MDheUeGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jjxwNfezzms/s400/IMG000088.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ones I showed you, however long ago that was, were outlet items....I guess only available online, or some distant outlet mall that sees nothing but skateboarders on the edge of the map....I found a tad more expensive set. Reminds me of these surround speakers my aunt and uncle got me from Gamestop a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subwoofer has a decent knock to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next phase, moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1st.....no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is 5,4,3,2,1............Z!--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2429496465380788014?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2429496465380788014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/knock-em-out-ceilin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2429496465380788014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2429496465380788014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/knock-em-out-ceilin.html' title='&quot;Knock &apos;Em Out The Ceilin&apos; &quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S60MDheUeGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jjxwNfezzms/s72-c/IMG000088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-809227372360358577</id><published>2010-03-26T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:27:23.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Cuz He Came Before All This Shit"</title><content type='html'>Another Hip-Hop vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready?"...........think Mindfreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6yWLt54nvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/coAqNGMjLEU/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6yWLt54nvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/coAqNGMjLEU/s320/d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hahahahaha! Okay, I never considered myself Emo, I just wanted the before it was cool phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about rap music today. Who are the majority of people doing it now? Kids raised in the 90's. That's a given. Do you know how many of them think they are good? ALL OF 'EM! How are many are actually worth three verses........very, very few......I'm talking about just enough to fill an auditorium maybe....and that's WORLDWIDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a cat I went to school with, I won't disclose his name, but this nigga is garbagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy has a wide range of talents. Does tattoos, can draw, can paints, but behind the mic....audible ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sicker and sicker everyday because of all these new cliques coming out making the same songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THE FOLLOWING ARE HYPOTHETICAL NAMES MADE UP BY ME. ANY SIMILARITIES TO CLIQUES AND/OR CREWS, LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENCE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staq Chips Clique/Pringlez Gang&lt;br /&gt;Hustle Muscle ENT. &lt;br /&gt;Pop 4 Da Gwopp Boyz&lt;br /&gt;Coke C.A.N(Creative Azz Niggaz)&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Cash Posse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored with the ignorant shit they do. And let me reiterate, Third World makes classics, not hits. Hits hit, they might linger for a bit, but get forgotten, classics stay relevant years down the line. I.E: "Still Tippin' " by Mike Jones=Hit. "I AIn't Mad Atcha" by 2Pac=Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hate on Mike Jones though...that was a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main point right now, I've been rapping since '01. What were you niggas doing in '01?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing this shit before it became cool, before it became so easy to bring home. I am the reason a lot of niggas from elementary were fuckin' with the bars. They looked up to me cuz they knew it was ME that brought it to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Stuntman, up on 3rd floor, just rapping, making beats. Nobody had the dedication like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have considered retiring. I could be the underground king. I got more albums than half of the emcees in the mainstream game. I've made more beats than any producer in the mainstream has ever released. I could sit pretty....but I'm not paid, and nobody knows who I am...............either way, I'm more potent than any newcomer you've ever come across.....the difference betwunxt me and them, they're actually newcomers. I'ma fuckin' veteran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capiche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third World makes hits in its sleep. Third World makes classics when it yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better invest in an economy pack of ponchos, hombre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WETTENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is talkin' shit shit, bitch bitch--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-809227372360358577?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/809227372360358577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuz-he-came-before-all-this-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/809227372360358577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/809227372360358577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuz-he-came-before-all-this-shit.html' title='&quot;Cuz He Came Before All This Shit&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6yWLt54nvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/coAqNGMjLEU/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7996859570757950123</id><published>2010-03-26T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:48:14.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>How To Make It In America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvfIGPiZL-g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvfIGPiZL-g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanna talk about the stereotypes portrayed in American culture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is American culture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;American culture, if I were to relate it to music....I'd call it the Kanye West, the J.Dilla, the RZA, the DJ Premier of the world. Why do I say that? The culture is sampled. The culture is a mix of many different customs and cuisines from all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's beautiful. I wouldn't change it for shit. Where else can you find a Vietnamese, Mexican, and Chinese cuisine eatery all in one next to shit like Arby's and McDonald's? NOWHERE, that's where....I like food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just wanna discuss the way the world sees us though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's say you were raised in Mumbai, formerly, Bombai, India. All you know is your Hinduism, and Bollywood and all that good shit. You turn on your international cable channels and see something like MTV. To all my foreign friends, television is the worst way to base your belief of an entire population...just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a friend in South Africa, and just by watching TV, she thinks that all we do as Americans is skip school and drink Starbucks. I'm down with the first one, but I don't even drink coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look elsewhere. All they think we do is worship celebrities and shoot each other. If you look at CNN, that's basically all they show us doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to clear the air.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The movies are fantasy, the television programs are exaggerations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We as Americans are portrayed as cavemen like creatures, who always search for the easiest way out. In a sense we do, but there are responsible people on this soil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If the first film from America you saw was something like, Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay, shit.....you'd think all we do is get high, chase ass, and break the law.....in reality, we do, but it's not that funny in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want America to come off as a place where we spend money on accessories for accessories, not all of us can do that. We don't struggle as hard as any given Third World country, but believe you me, there is a struggle here. This is a place where an age old West Vs. East type beef still wages on, the Conservatives vs. the Liberals, and the Green party animals who don't give a fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The system is labeled as a Democracy, where the people are the voice of the government, but when the government goes and "loses" votes, it doesn't seem very Democratic at all. It would be cool to have a Republic, I like the Romans....but it feels like a semi-stress free Dictatorship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The country is operated by a bunch of meaningless words on a piece of paper called the Constitution. We have "freedom of speech", but white dudes lose their careers over using the word, "nigger"......yet there are KKK rallies running freely through the streets. We have the right to carry guns, but nearly every state prohibits the possession of fire arms. There is no system of laws, it's a wait-and-see kinda operation. Nobody ever gets the same punishment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woman murders her husband because of domestic abuse, let's give her 14 years. A man kills another man out of self-defense, lets give him 25 to life. A child kills his parents because they took away his copy of Call of Duty, fuck it, let's charge him as an adult and give him 123 years in the slammer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the world would be on some goody two shoes shit if we lived by Hammurabi, an eye for an eye. "Oh, you raped a chick? Call up the boys, let's run a train!" "Oh, you stole my shit? Where's my ski mask? Nigga, gimme yo shit!" This is all based on what our mothers taught us as kids, "If somebody hits you, you better hit 'em back!" Right? Fair is fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, word to you people defecting from your country or just searching for the land of opportunity...after the new car smell wears off, you'll come to find out, it's just like home, just bigger and cleaner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;America. Ain't. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A true patriot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is radical-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7996859570757950123?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7996859570757950123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-make-it-in-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7996859570757950123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7996859570757950123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-make-it-in-america.html' title='How To Make It In America'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4771744810077091020</id><published>2010-03-26T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:18:57.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Never Been Afraid Of A Drought"</title><content type='html'>I had an idea for a "mixtape" series. I'm still gonna keep it original, and true to myself with the self published LP's, but I feel the need to do the same shit y'all niggas do. I will be doing a "mixtape" series (I put it in quotes cuz I hate the phrase mixtape) called The Wettening. Inspired by the first mixtape I ever listened to, The Drought 3. I'm guessing the idea behind Da Drought or whatever they go by, was to saturate the game with music, disappear, then come back and tell us the drought was over. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6xO1pGRzxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ujCzNpJ41I8/s1600/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6xO1pGRzxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ujCzNpJ41I8/s400/n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The idea of The Wettening is from an episode of the late, great series, Invader Zim. Zim, being an alien, has never experienced rain before. When water, or meat for that matter, touches his skin, it begins to sizzle. Dib, the antagonist, takes note of Zim's weakness to H2O and begins to peg Zim with water balloons. Zim, not knowing any better then sucks out the Earth's water supply and seals it inside of a space water balloon and throws it at Dib who resembles a turkey looking into the sky as it rains. The Earth floods like a muthafucka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I'm going for with The Wettening is to rap a bunch of verses to help me sharpen my potency, as well as stay with/ahead of the times. Niggas today bore me with what they're rapping on..."Lemonade"..."Swag Surfin'"...for real?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's no big deal to me. I'm back...I hate saying that too, but I'm never leaving....like you invited a vampire into your crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Les Miserables' writing process is going smoothly, the beat process, so so. I think it'll be a nice listen when it comes out. I don't think anybody will listen to it though. I think the way it's gonna go, I'm gonna drop a Wettening installment at the same time as my LP's, so that way, you got all kinds of shit to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The excitement is building. I'm falling deeper and deeper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6xRYNf0gUI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RDLmQLqbmfY/s1600/9753951_ra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6xRYNf0gUI/AAAAAAAAA3c/RDLmQLqbmfY/s320/9753951_ra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I decided to roll with these bad bitches!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Three piece. 2.1 sound, pretty good for a home setting, don't need much. The sub is what I really wanted. Cheaper than them last shits I was looking at, way cheaper. They're at Best Buy....it's ON!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is out--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4771744810077091020?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4771744810077091020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-been-afraid-of-drought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4771744810077091020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4771744810077091020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-been-afraid-of-drought.html' title='&quot;Never Been Afraid Of A Drought&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6xO1pGRzxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ujCzNpJ41I8/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3239723742228919439</id><published>2010-03-25T07:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:15:41.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Lady GaGa X Beyonce X Kill Bill</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I just caught the tail end of Lady GaGa's "Telephone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="227" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10140162&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10140162&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="227"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10140162"&gt;Lady Gaga - Telephone ft. Beyoncé&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2750447"&gt;choice tv&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I usually don't follow a lot of Lady GaGa, I think she/he/it would be a cool muthafucka to hang with, but I think a lot of her shit sounds the same....it's not the best Pop I've heard in a while. Get some Stereolab in you....I got put onto that by listening to J Dilla samples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I probably won't watch the shit anyway, but I noticed the cameo of the muthafuckin' Pussy Wagon from Kill Bill Vol.1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6tEYhI0BwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yV87setAbu0/s1600/1177554177_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6tEYhI0BwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yV87setAbu0/s400/1177554177_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't think you could show the word pussy on television......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I wanna watch the video, but I think Youtube is down....at this moment anyway. I don't know the mechanics of Vimeo, I just noticed other muthafuckas use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Beiber is on AMTV....which makes me think, what happened to that little nigga that came out last Summer, "Just a Kiss"....Mishon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Artists come and go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is tired of eating food that is fast....Long John Silver's grease caked up in my mouth earlier, I'd hate to waste it-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3239723742228919439?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3239723742228919439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga-x-beyonce-x-kill-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3239723742228919439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3239723742228919439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gaga-x-beyonce-x-kill-bill.html' title='Lady GaGa X Beyonce X Kill Bill'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6tEYhI0BwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/yV87setAbu0/s72-c/1177554177_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7377070879192326994</id><published>2010-03-25T06:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:22:14.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>My Buddha Is Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6s0Texu8fI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dz_Fae--1rE/s1600/blogentry-2851-1221451132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6s0Texu8fI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dz_Fae--1rE/s400/blogentry-2851-1221451132.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whether that's supposed to be Buddha in that picture or not, I'm talking about Buddha. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight, that's who I felt like. Not in the sense of Enlightenment or nothin', nothin' like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you don't know the story of Buddha, he was prince, and he spent 29 years within the walls of his father's palace. His father shielded him from the concepts of suffering: death, poverty, famine, sickness, et cetera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like this sometimes, not in the sense of never having seen such. I mean, I've had people in my lifetime die, but not anyone reasonably close to me, I've been on both sides of the empty wallet, not for long, I have NEVER gone hungry a night in my life, and I've NEVER seen those badass diseases...EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reason I bring this up is because a few hours ago, I'd say 5 of them bad boys, I was taking the trash out. The smell of cigarette was in the air. I walked past a middle aged woman, I couldn't hear her because Lupe Fiasco's "Switch" roamed my head. I tossed the trash in the dumpster and turned the music off on the on chance she would ask me something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She asked for the time. It was a quarter to 1. Soon she would begin to talk to me about her situation. Her car ran out of gas and she didn't bring her debit card with her, all she had was her license and change purse. Luckily a friend of hers let her stay in her apartment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon, she began to go through her life to me as I listened. Her friend came over, and proceeded to make a trip for weed...hahaha. Now, things got real. This woman has been around the block befo'. She's from Alabama, lived in Chi Town, used to live in this apartment complex. Also, she's experienced more shit than I've ever seen in a DVD boxset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Death of her father, who she had only known for four years, a step mom(monster) who solely cared for his money, a step brother who beat upon her dad, her real mom his dying, she faced molestation, is prone to seizures, her sister died, her half sister said she wished it was her......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To sit and take all that shit in....I was in my head when she was telling me all of this, and I was asking, "Why is my life so 'good' compared to people I've met in my life?" Not in the arrogant sense, like, how come I've never known any true pain? It's not like I'm wishing for it though, I appreciate the fact I haven't gotten to experience all of my emotions yet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So her friend came back, and on her way back, she appeared to have dropped something, and spent about 10 minutes trying to pick it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is when I saw how scandalously funny women can be. She whispered to me before her friend came back into ear shot of us, "I really don't wanna stay at her place, it's filthy." As soon as her friend came back over, "Hey,you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She had collected a bunch of pennies from the guy she was gonna ask for a joint. They set off to see if they could get a drop of gas for those pennies. Prior to leaving, the rolling stone woman asked me for my number because she took a liking to me. After hearing her background story, I think it would've killed her if I didn't oblige. Luckily, I had a small piece of paper with my Cricket number on it, cuz I can never remember it. I handed it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her fate, I dunno. Maybe she wasn't real.....maybe she made it out alright......maybe she's still out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas has spoken--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7377070879192326994?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7377070879192326994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-buddha-is-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7377070879192326994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7377070879192326994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-buddha-is-black.html' title='My Buddha Is Black'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6s0Texu8fI/AAAAAAAAA3E/dz_Fae--1rE/s72-c/blogentry-2851-1221451132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-926339888412088742</id><published>2010-03-24T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:58:43.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Whatever Everyone Isn't Really Doing</title><content type='html'>The acronym is W.E.I.R.D if you couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice healthy Facebook conversation with some old school mates, from the school I thought nothing but idiots roamed. I knew there were smart kids, but I didn't absorb any friends there, I just hated everything for one school year and graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about the lack of unoriginality and such, and the decline in morals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A point was brought up. Roughly: People who think for themselves get looked at as weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the idea of the secret plot of The One World, where we all follow the same laws, and such, I think this era is seeing the beginning of that. It's hitting our people hard in the music. With the ideas of "swag" and "Barbie" running rampant, I stand with a select few outside of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a person that I'm speaking to, I've learned to accept myself for the monster I am, and I want to show it to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...I'm thrashed, I can't even complete this thought........fuck it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas wasted a post.--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-926339888412088742?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/926339888412088742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-everyone-isnt-really-doing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/926339888412088742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/926339888412088742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-everyone-isnt-really-doing.html' title='Whatever Everyone Isn&apos;t Really Doing'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1502354738642499164</id><published>2010-03-23T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:11:33.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Puttin' It 'N' Knowledge</title><content type='html'>Niggas are gonna rip the blog for being pink. I think somewhere along the line I gotta explain why it's pink....atleast why I chose the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up top, there's a pink flower. I assumed it was a tulip, I wish it was a carnation...anyway....The pink carnation symbolizes the phrase, "I will never forget you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the color of a brain.........in the cartoons anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6kQODuFE7I/AAAAAAAAA28/YmNLA9YpjDI/s1600-h/nw-019spongebob-brain.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6kQODuFE7I/AAAAAAAAA28/YmNLA9YpjDI/s400/nw-019spongebob-brain.gif" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot of musicians blog to give their fans a piece of their lives, maybe inner thoughts....I want this shit to be my electronic journal or some shit...a hard drive, a time capsule. I want people to be able to look at it like, he's human like the rest of us. A tad eccentric. Maybe the links to my musics will survive, maybe I'll buy a space that never expires, so as long as the Internet exists, I'll be something people can study.....attempt to emulate....I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To run with the brain concept, I've added that bullshit Twitter widget, so you can truly see what goes through my mind.....maybe I'll put a photo gallery or some shit on here......I'd need a digital camera. The blogroll=sites I think about, the Grammy Family=other artists I respect and check for. All that good shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not at all that deep when you think about it.........then again, an artist isn't worth a damn until they die anyway............Music until the last bit of decomposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is gruesome--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1502354738642499164?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1502354738642499164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/puttin-it-n-knowledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1502354738642499164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1502354738642499164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/puttin-it-n-knowledge.html' title='Puttin&apos; It &apos;N&apos; Knowledge'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6kQODuFE7I/AAAAAAAAA28/YmNLA9YpjDI/s72-c/nw-019spongebob-brain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4931932821082197065</id><published>2010-03-23T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:49:51.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>L'MZA-Ra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6kLLnnvxcI/AAAAAAAAA20/Jr1yhw_Xu2Q/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6kLLnnvxcI/AAAAAAAAA20/Jr1yhw_Xu2Q/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I keep toying around on what the fuck I'm gonna come out with.......I'm a very fickle muthafucka. Okay, player?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's too early to come out with a Music For Dummies, and too early to bust heads with a concept e.g: Rockstar/Gangster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Les Miserables, or The Miserables. Call it what you want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's going on it? God knows what. I just did a beat for it. I might pull old songs out of the ass, but nobody knows they're old. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I gotta get to the HTC, and the rest shall fall into place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cool, cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shout outs to muthafuckas who follow me and check up on me too. You all are good people by me. I could give a rats ass if you follow my Twitter updates. Those are for my personal satisfaction......to show off to the world how ill I can flip trending topics.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon the Soundlick list will be full of tracks with my voice, as opposed to just beats.........um, if you're on Facebook reading this, I'M TELLING YOU, YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME!!!!! Report to &lt;a href="http://www.wellebeing.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.wellebeing.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the same shit, but better, with more stuff. More stuff never hurt anybody......unless it was more tumor or something.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keep supporting my efforts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is Audi 5 thou'.....where'd I get this car from?--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4931932821082197065?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4931932821082197065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/lmza-ra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4931932821082197065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4931932821082197065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/lmza-ra.html' title='L&apos;MZA-Ra'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6kLLnnvxcI/AAAAAAAAA20/Jr1yhw_Xu2Q/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1290464363298860908</id><published>2010-03-22T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:18:31.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Am I The Only One Seeing This?</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be the first post that comes off as me hating, that I actually don't have hate behind. Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dclgiZB_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iXx9Fq8UiNg/s1600-h/kids_landing_20081006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dclgiZB_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iXx9Fq8UiNg/s320/kids_landing_20081006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The clothes a parent buys for their child technically reflects how much money go towards clothes....others feel there's a factor of love in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Personally, I think it's crazy parents buy their kids name brand, fresh shit to wear casually. For one, you know kids: juice stains, grass stains, mud stains, blood stains, snot...It doesn't make sense to buy expensive threads for the kids when all they're gonna do is out grow that shit anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Same thing for gym shoes. All kids do is run. It's a fact. Copping fresh whites, whooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then again, you do have to think about the cruel ass kids at school. If they catch you wearing something they saw on display at Wal-Mart, the child won't hear the end of it............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What brought this up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6deLAjoQoI/AAAAAAAAA2k/jCw9uhnJAt0/s1600-h/gallery_main-noah-cyrus-launch-childrens-lingerie-collection-2010-01-30_00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6deLAjoQoI/AAAAAAAAA2k/jCw9uhnJAt0/s320/gallery_main-noah-cyrus-launch-childrens-lingerie-collection-2010-01-30_00001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I read some shit a while ago. Miley Cyrus' NINE year old sister was supposed to be launching a line of lingerie for little girls. It took me a month to react to the idea of it...........Ooh La! La! Couture denies any allegations, saying they DO NOT make lingerie......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, at the rate the new generations are growing, wouldn't it be sweet and fitting for them to do that anyway? I mean, every song on the radio is about fucking, everything on TV is slathered in sex. Think about MTV, Teen Mom. To give the girls shows because they're fucking? I wouldn't put it past them to take a page from South Park's book and make these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dfWt78viI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xd27oJnKo_g/s1600-h/sp_0507_08_v6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dfWt78viI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xd27oJnKo_g/s320/sp_0507_08_v6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a crazy world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/al0jafkfb54&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/al0jafkfb54&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas ain't got shit to say--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1290464363298860908?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1290464363298860908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-i-only-one-seeing-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1290464363298860908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1290464363298860908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/am-i-only-one-seeing-this.html' title='Am I The Only One Seeing This?'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dclgiZB_I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iXx9Fq8UiNg/s72-c/kids_landing_20081006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3225499151836727348</id><published>2010-03-22T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:14:10.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Big Whoop, Wanna Fight About It?"</title><content type='html'>I'm still looking at all this recording equipment. A lot of niggas think I've gone mad. I think I've gone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been in a studio spot to call my own since 2008. It's 2010, bitches! I got a lot of creative back up that's ready to be put down. After going to Ace's, I realized a key component to the studio is missing. Monitors....for those not music savvy, bigaz speakers. These are what I'm looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dQO_tMwJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DQ6To_XPd10/s1600-h/645921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dQO_tMwJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DQ6To_XPd10/s400/645921.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;USB connected, they supposedly give you optimum quality for a home setting....EXACTLY what I need. Big ups to Average Joe for finding them. Next time I come up on some cash, I just might get these....or get the bigger, badder ones from Seth Boogie.....I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is dedicated to up-and-coming artists AND mainstream artists....the title, a line from Family Guy, goes out to YOU. You characters who think you're the god of music and such. Ain't no best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is still talkin' shit!--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3225499151836727348?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3225499151836727348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-whoop-wanna-fight-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3225499151836727348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3225499151836727348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-whoop-wanna-fight-about-it.html' title='&quot;Big Whoop, Wanna Fight About It?&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6dQO_tMwJI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DQ6To_XPd10/s72-c/645921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5944934285875144051</id><published>2010-03-22T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T03:41:48.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Wishing Upon A Star</title><content type='html'>First and foremost: What do I want out this here game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good question, me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial want is a tad selfish. I'd like for somebody to able to scroll through their iPod, or hit shuffle, and come across my name and just not be able to choose one song by me they'd like to hear. I want people to make playlists out of my shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that....I want Internet "fame". As long as I can run the game from my finger tips, I'd be happy. Maybe folks will ask me to come do a show, and I could bring Third World and they could help me or do it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like for many more women to follow my movements, not in the sense of Twitter, or stalking me, but to show support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why the women, you hatin' on the homies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I just think women are more dedicated fans than most men are. If I ever do make "mainstream" money, at least the ladies won't be bootlegging my shit!...................I find a lot of women don't know how to open .Zip and .Rar files.....not all of you, don't take me as a sexist....hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a sweet gig. You know, the kind where DJ's and those Hip-Hop sites put links up to your shit, then you end up going RIAA certified Gold, download wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be wicked awesome. First I gotta get the music done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. I usually don't dig very deeply into my own life right here, but fuck it. Anybody can be watching, yet nobody could be watching. I don't really know, nor care if I covered this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lonely, chilly night, I was sitting outside of my apartment building. "Drinkin', smokin', thinkin', tryna clear my mind." I do what I want when I can do it. In the time that I've been living in No-Man's-Land(Fairfield), Ohio, I've seen many a shooting stars. I'm talking a lot! There's little to no light pollution out here....I saw a green one out of the corner of my eye. Usually, I wish to myself, and it's usually a personal, long off thing.....this night was different. I felt the need to talk to the higher being that we all believe or deny that is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat, confessed my wrongs, hoping that He,She, It was listening. I covered some things. I humbled myself. I officially believe there is something out there. Whether it is Allah, God, or the universe operates like a republic, something is out there. I made a request of the clouds. I usually only asked them for snow days. This night, I asked of It to bring everybody and everything around me happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go around and ask people if they have found their happy, but by going with the flow, I have seen many a things looking up for everyone. I told Ace this, he said I had the "golden prayer." Fauste thanked me. I told him, "Don't thank me, thank me, thank the clouds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up. I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6djiumfB9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6djiumfB9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--midas is feelin' it--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5944934285875144051?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5944934285875144051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/wishing-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5944934285875144051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5944934285875144051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/wishing-upon-star.html' title='Wishing Upon A Star'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7769835022499484930</id><published>2010-03-19T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:57:22.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Phantom Power</title><content type='html'>I dunno. I'm feeling gooder than G.O.O.D music in the Emergency Roomer(GOODER, get that?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rose around midnight and have been up ever since. I shot down to my bank to see if my debit card arrived. Nope. I withdrew exactly $150. I figured the Sam Ash mixer would run me $99, and the mic cable couldn't be more than 5 bucks in my head......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drugs, music has to be the most expensive habit to pay for. My God. I arrived at Sam Ash, they didn't open 'til 11AM...It's 10ish. So I circled around to the other side to Guitar Center which just so happened to be open especially early today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step in. I ignore the guitars...the pretty, pretty guitars. I ask for my thangs. Homie was tryna sell me a $499 interface. I was like, "I'm on a budget, holmes." So, the cheapest mixer they had was $130, and the fucking cables ran me $11. Remember, I had $150 on me? The total came up to $150.14.....Good thing I had a dollar....but man, now I gotta go withdraw again and go back for the mic stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6O6Fwp_CqI/AAAAAAAAA18/4gBbtxgz8yo/s1600-h/IMG000078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6O6Fwp_CqI/AAAAAAAAA18/4gBbtxgz8yo/s400/IMG000078.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The least complicated of anything music related I've ever seen. It's pretty simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6O6QN6PYMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ZknPovoop3A/s1600-h/IMG000076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6O6QN6PYMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ZknPovoop3A/s400/IMG000076.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That there microphone, if you can find it, I received as payment for 5 beats when I was at Wright. I don't even think those dudes have even used those beats yet.....coincidence, I haven't used the mic yet....but Ace did. "Anxiety Attaq".....yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel the rap chi returning. Internet takeover?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is floating on a cloud--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7769835022499484930?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7769835022499484930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/phantom-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7769835022499484930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7769835022499484930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/phantom-power.html' title='Phantom Power'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S6O6Fwp_CqI/AAAAAAAAA18/4gBbtxgz8yo/s72-c/IMG000078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5246176711147730002</id><published>2010-03-16T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:54:42.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>All Wrong</title><content type='html'>I found out what the problem is with today's music....the rap shit anyhow. We wanna rap about what WE wanna rap about, and hate on other niggas that do what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I've been going about it all wrong. After Ace and Skeem's back out, I realize that we've been doing it all wrong. Yes, it's cool to go about your way, I wouldn't have it any other way......but to completely ignore everything that's out there, it's a bad route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be able to appeal to everybody to an extent. That doesn't mean cop out and make club bangers. It means absorb every style and make it your own. I'm glad to be able to learn so much before entering the HTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go in, I'm never coming out. A day in the HTC is what, one year? So, 7 days, 7 years? That's a lot of fucking music. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is thinking out loud--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5246176711147730002?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5246176711147730002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5246176711147730002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5246176711147730002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-wrong.html' title='All Wrong'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-92284863794081159</id><published>2010-03-15T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:02:24.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Figured You Out</title><content type='html'>Hmm. I've been thinking about these new rappers and what it takes to catch some attention. First!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57imL6BgWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XXyAmd4DatY/s1600-h/6a00d8341c28e853ef01156e5ee89e970c-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57imL6BgWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XXyAmd4DatY/s320/6a00d8341c28e853ef01156e5ee89e970c-800wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Some cat who DJ's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The DJ seems to be the most essential part to your "mixtape" or whatever. The muthafucka that has nothing to do with your music, but takes it upon himself to yell over your tracks. The DJ is usually the person spreading your word to these sites and spinning your joints in the club. I guess he's/she's of some use, but shit....don't yell over me while I rap. That's stupid, and a waste of DJ'd/no DJ mixtapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57jc6T-f-I/AAAAAAAAA1k/7aaAXUm-MPY/s1600-h/laptops-open.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57jc6T-f-I/AAAAAAAAA1k/7aaAXUm-MPY/s320/laptops-open.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pour it on their laps)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once you get one famous Hip-Hop site on your side, the rest shall follow. The only Hip-Hop site I truly follow is Kevin Nottingham. He had the best Hip-Hop blog on the Internet in, what, 2008, or was that 09? Anyway, they all fuck with each other. If you can manage to get one aboard, the rest will definitely promote you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57kZuPgSZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5sUPvqtMYto/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57kZuPgSZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5sUPvqtMYto/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Put yourself on the 'Net)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A blog isn't necessary, but Myspace, Facebook, or Twitter are a must. Youtube is optional. The Internet is&amp;nbsp; pretty much the only way people are gonna catch your music. TV is hardly watched anymore....whatcha gonna do, put an ad in the paper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57lNee6VTI/AAAAAAAAA10/vCcSaIDGZ8Q/s1600-h/3172470213_de07bec0fe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57lNee6VTI/AAAAAAAAA10/vCcSaIDGZ8Q/s320/3172470213_de07bec0fe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay, I lied!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe not. Youtube might be necessary unless you got Vimeo, or Megavideo, or some other shit......or a mean photographer to catch a moment like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me. I feel I don't need to grind as hard as these other niggas. Why? Because my aim isn't to join the fashion show, my aim isn't to make club bangers. All I want to do is make good music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do I put this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In today's industry, an artist has to actually be an artist. Rappers gotta write their own raps, rappers gotta make their own beats, rappers gotta learn how to perform, rappers got a lot of shit to do........thank God I'm not a rapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is stupid--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-92284863794081159?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/92284863794081159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/figured-you-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/92284863794081159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/92284863794081159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/figured-you-out.html' title='Figured You Out'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S57imL6BgWI/AAAAAAAAA1c/XXyAmd4DatY/s72-c/6a00d8341c28e853ef01156e5ee89e970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-738532561660512899</id><published>2010-03-15T04:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T04:45:55.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Count D'Muni(Angry Scientist!)</title><content type='html'>Before I drop it....remember Sheep In The Big City?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S53xDMcCUDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/V8gvsmuknm0/s1600-h/sheep-in-the-big-city-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S53xDMcCUDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/V8gvsmuknm0/s320/sheep-in-the-big-city-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha! Anyway. Ever since the beginning of this here diary/journal/log/notebook/brain, the times around me were changing. SO MUCH! Stuntman and his family moved to Hell, USA, M.T Bag as a band was imploding, and the skies weren't perceived the same way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it seems, friendship cannot keep you bonded when you have your own path to travel. In 2007, I thought M.T Bag was forever. 2008 came, 2009 flew. Here we are in 2010. Only three years, but it feels like a decade with all the shit we've been through as a band. The break-ups, the dumb shit, the drunk shit, the fun shit, the Nintendo Wii-zombies-and-the-gun shit, all of it. I wouldn't exchange those times for anything in the world. I feel like the number one thing that kept our effort alive was my studio, and my old computer that contained nothing but our music. When the studio was moved away from, and the computer crashed, my attitude towards it all depleted, damn near drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only weeks away from moving into a new home with a new and improved space for a studio, I could only wish that the life of the effort was still in the shell of Third World Records.....but fuck ,man, EVERYBODY is so far away from each other. Skeem is out fighting, M.O is on exile from Ace's house, Ace is going to do it recreation now, Average Joe came aboard when the effort was in decline, and Fauste is out grinding hard for his name. No matter what, I respect y'all fuckers cuz y'all are some of the only friends I can act a fool in front of and y'all wouldn't pass judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people I'm truly going to have near me, near me are, Average Joe, M.O and Burnz who haven't really been on with Third World as actively as Skeem, Ace, and Fauste......I just wish that the If's and But's were candy and nuts, and shit would just go the way I wanted it....but if this is what it has to be, then so be it....the Soviet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm gonna be in the position I've been hoping for, for a year now, I can only go with it, and do what the fuck I feel I was born to do....Fill up people's iPods with Third World. I know M.O is still aboard for making the dream come true, I know Fauste would love to be on top.....This is my PROMISE: I will not stop until I'm laying in a coffin, and even then, when I rise from the dead, flesh rotten, and the gotta shoot me in the head with a shotgun, I will see to it Third World gets where it deserves to be....and our families can eat off of the concept, our children can continue to make it if they feel, and pass it down to their children, and their childrens' children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber all the fucking time.....HTC...that's my name for the new studio. The workspace of a genius. A lot of people won't see me for a long time, others might see me all the time. I know this much, I won't stop recording, I won't stop writing, I won't stop sampling, I won't stop, I won't stop..........I'm on the bus route again, I just might start performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, fuck any Hip-Hop website that won't fuck with me or Third World. Watch out 2dopeboyz, Okay Player, Kevin Nottingham, Nah Right, all that bullshit y'all are spreading the word about, if me and my folks aren't gonna be included in that when I ask you nicely, you're dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying, watch your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is runnin' with an AK--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-738532561660512899?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/738532561660512899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/count-dmuniangry-scientist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/738532561660512899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/738532561660512899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/count-dmuniangry-scientist.html' title='Count D&apos;Muni(Angry Scientist!)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S53xDMcCUDI/AAAAAAAAA1U/V8gvsmuknm0/s72-c/sheep-in-the-big-city-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5978831744096742259</id><published>2010-03-15T02:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:44:57.619-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Fundamentals</title><content type='html'>Ok. I want you rappin' ass niggas to answer me a question. What are the 5 foundations to the skyscraper that is Hip-Hop. Some of you bastards can't tell me......I love how it seems I ask people to come here only to get cussed out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Some of you probably have your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;DJing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rapping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graffiti &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breaking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beatboxing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So why did I bring this up? I think a lot of my peers, both underground and mainstream, have forgotten what it is. DJing and Rapping are still strong. Graffiti, I fucking love it, I respect those who can do it, and saw fuck the law, you can't crack down on my art.....Breaking and Beatboxing seldom occur anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not my point though. My point, too many rappers come into the game without the idea of making music on their minds. They come to stunt, they come to flash, they come to act. They don't come with originality, they come with a pencil and a stencil, not a pencil and a notebook. They come in with too big or too small shoes, trying to walk in the same paths as the cat who laid out the prints in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Internet Era. Where anything that is a sound, I can sample and rap on it.......Nobody's music[so long as it's on the Internet] is safe. If I have to individually send emails to people to tell them to listen, if I have to send emails to popular Hip-Hop sites with a subject saying: Free Sex or Bomb Threat, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be stopped. Take the ground from beneath me, I will float...throw me in the water.....shit, I might drown......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is ready to drop bombs--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5978831744096742259?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5978831744096742259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/fundamentals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5978831744096742259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5978831744096742259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/fundamentals.html' title='Fundamentals'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-693000736631855935</id><published>2010-03-11T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:44:45.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Out There...</title><content type='html'>Hmm. So I log into this bitch and apparently my "Class of 2010" post got banned. Something about copyright infringement........really? All the shit I put up was free and/or...FREE! How is it copyright infringement if I'm helping those niggas? Maybe somebody narc'd on me, maybe somebody didn't. Either way, fuck 'em. We don't need 'em. My post wasn't the only fuck to get fucked, so I'm cool. I'm just salty, it took me like 45 minutes to put that shit down....probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5iQnXDYA9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/9-EksqWez5E/s1600-h/Pillar2-Supernatural-GodCreates-Man-Sistine-Chapel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5iQnXDYA9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/9-EksqWez5E/s400/Pillar2-Supernatural-GodCreates-Man-Sistine-Chapel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway. I reached out towards God, I think I talked to Him, or Her, or It. Whatever is out there, I had a one way convo with It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good. I knew that I would. I made a decent beat. Nothing classic...I haven't turned out a classic in, I don't know how long. I really don't know why I did this post. Nothing exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned some things about some people, and some stuff, but if I see you, we'll discuss it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is salami, eggs, and bacon--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-693000736631855935?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/693000736631855935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/693000736631855935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/693000736631855935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-there.html' title='Out There...'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5iQnXDYA9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/9-EksqWez5E/s72-c/Pillar2-Supernatural-GodCreates-Man-Sistine-Chapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5879769823677347951</id><published>2010-03-09T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:29:34.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>March 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5XZTLStdfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/SnLkBaZTa60/s1600-h/1e2c935b793596724732dca4a06e5298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5XZTLStdfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/SnLkBaZTa60/s320/1e2c935b793596724732dca4a06e5298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing you have to respect about New York City, that is if you don't have any, is their strong sense of unity. Despite the 5 boroughs and whatnot, they all are proud to be from NY. Whether it be for the Yankees, the Empire State Building, the Ca$h Cab, or the rappers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13 years after the death of The Notorious B.I.G, and nearly 14 years after the death of 2Pac, the cold war of who was the better emcee still carries on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can I clear the air? Did you know Pac was born in NYC? Despite the fact he was raised in and represented West Side, he's got the East Coast in him.....I don't know how that would clear the air...label that a fun fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Biggie Smalls doesn't get the poetic justice I think he deserves. Biggie didn't come out on the deep end, instead he took his own route with making Gangsta Rap...gangsta. Storytelling doesn't always have to tell a positive or deep story. With Biggie, you could imagine the silly, grimy shit he was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2Pac may have had world wide recognition for his versatility, but damnit, Biggie had a song with Michael Jackson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2Pac wasn't really the type of guy that could thoroughly hop onto another rapper's track, but Biggie could do it, and he'd shit on you. In my opinion, Biggie had the better Bone Thugs-N-Harmony collaboration too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not dogging Pac. I like Pac, but he was his own artist. He could do it all. Biggie found his niche and mastered it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another side note: How come 2Pac, Big Pun, or Big L's death dates aren't recognized as widely? They were just as good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5XcGapGyKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/WqolO4UpqRM/s1600-h/fp8997notorious-big-posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5XcGapGyKI/AAAAAAAAA0U/WqolO4UpqRM/s320/fp8997notorious-big-posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hcm6Jz03R-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hcm6Jz03R-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The What featuring Method Man...my favorite Biggie song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is Marching with 9's--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5879769823677347951?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5879769823677347951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-9th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5879769823677347951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5879769823677347951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-9th.html' title='March 9th'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5XZTLStdfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/SnLkBaZTa60/s72-c/1e2c935b793596724732dca4a06e5298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4726422561745695403</id><published>2010-03-08T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:00:33.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Sex In The Flesh(YES!)</title><content type='html'>I've been coming at you with a lot of non rap related topics. I'm supposed to be busting my ass with music and telling you about that. I'm under the underground. Nobody gives a fuck.........................yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Me. I'm a fuckin' Facebook junkie. All I do is request pretty women. Invite them to become fans. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this one lady. I've been meeting the uniquest characters. This one...this one. First thing I see, she's looking to FUCK. I'm not going out on a limb and saying she'd screw anybody, I doubt that she would. I think she just loves the attention. Niggas from all over were stepping up with the usual, "Wassup ma?" "U bad ma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That could never be me. This is what she looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5Tzcq-Qy-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/AuCI84rAQvg/s1600-h/brar01_sex_talk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5Tzcq-Qy-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/AuCI84rAQvg/s320/brar01_sex_talk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;El-Oh-El, smiley face, bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I done pulled it. If/when I meet it, I'ma meat it..........excuse me. That was the rapper in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do this for fun, mayne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But in all seriousness, she's a sweet character. Like the other sweet characters I've conversed with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the end of the month I'ma have something crazy on my arm...uh huh uh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno. I think I'm too far ahead of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLIWLEJzqYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLIWLEJzqYc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a sample set downloading. Haven't done that in forever. The mac is back..jack...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas wants to leave his body for an hour--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4726422561745695403?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4726422561745695403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/sex-in-fleshyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4726422561745695403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4726422561745695403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/sex-in-fleshyes.html' title='Sex In The Flesh(YES!)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5Tzcq-Qy-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/AuCI84rAQvg/s72-c/brar01_sex_talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2499575306427388476</id><published>2010-03-08T05:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T05:03:56.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Just Call Me Mr.Bitches!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5TJFC1qBeI/AAAAAAAAAz8/0-XhqY01yIU/s1600-h/mr_bitches_granddad_freeman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5TJFC1qBeI/AAAAAAAAAz8/0-XhqY01yIU/s320/mr_bitches_granddad_freeman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha! Mr.Bitches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, but no. I don't wanna come off like that. All I'm saying is a lot of women folks have been hitting up my Facebook. I even got requested by some gay dudes. It's a cool feeling, this androgyny. Not that I wear make-up and try to appeal to both genders, but you know you're official when everybody wants you. I guess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it was weird of me to say that. That's how I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't seen gnar' one of my homies in what feels like forever. What have I been doing? I've been bullshitting/grinding. Not musically. If I don't write at least two or three songs a week, I feel lazy. I haven't made a beat in two weeks, many drafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might be going to Atlanta...if I feel like it. I might be going to Chicago if I pull the right strings, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't wanna go anywhere without a "demo", you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know Fauste has been doing the damn thing. I wish I could be part of it. I made Seth Boogie freestyle with me, I got to horribly play his Prince guitar and make up a booty song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told Ace Boogie in 2010, I was gonna live it up, and here I am, three months in with the biggest plans I have ever come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know? I feel alive. I feel good. I feel invincible. Untouchable even. I can't be stopped. Third World FOREVER! "Press space bar, nigga!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I've really been doing is getting drunk and Facebook macking. Smoking my esophagus away. All that good shit. Working on flow and delivery even. I want my piece o' the cookie. Tune in next time when I try to devise my personal list of 2010 Freshman...like XXL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is over the hill--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2499575306427388476?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2499575306427388476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-call-me-mrbitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2499575306427388476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2499575306427388476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-call-me-mrbitches.html' title='&quot;Just Call Me Mr.Bitches!&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5TJFC1qBeI/AAAAAAAAAz8/0-XhqY01yIU/s72-c/mr_bitches_granddad_freeman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4548990638794512710</id><published>2010-03-05T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:05:03.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Fame Monster....sike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5GYVsAuH9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ICGbS0JKiAw/s1600-h/daftpunklasportsarena01sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5GYVsAuH9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ICGbS0JKiAw/s400/daftpunklasportsarena01sm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't even know this many people...so if everybody in the arena was staring at me, I'd probably shit myself right there. There's something odd about me. I love to be seen, but I hate to be stared at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How you figure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like to be glanced at, doing something cool, and remembered..I hate to be stared at, when all of my movements are being tracked....that's probably why I couldn't fuck with a reality show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How can I want to enter a profession that goes hand and hand with fame, but not want the fame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides the badinage you read right here, I'm a fairly private person. I'm a homebody superstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't imagine my face on a magazine....except XXL...I really wanna pose for that...several times. I got ideas of how I'd wanna do it...I won't share, you might bite, aight? Let's just say one day&amp;nbsp; you'll see. It's never been done before on the cover, and if it happens before I get there, I'm gonna cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't written or beaten in a while. I've just been basking in the awesomeness that is myself. It's kinda cool. I never knew I could be so cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to it..I can't imagine myself on TV, standing on red carpet, none of that shit. I'm not game for Botox, teeth bleaching, Brazilian waxes, censorship. Yo, let me be exclusive to the Internet. The Internet doesn't give a fuck who you are. The second that shit becomes physical, you gotta be perfect, and being intoxicated in your spare time results in a scandal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't clean up for nobody. Fuck. Shit. Ass. Cunt. Pussy. Bitch. Motherfucker. Nigga. Bastard-Hoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny, my music isn't dirty at all, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a sailor in real life, and a gentleman on the mic....funny....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is....midas is....midas is...I don't care--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4548990638794512710?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4548990638794512710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/fame-monstersike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4548990638794512710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4548990638794512710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/fame-monstersike.html' title='Fame Monster....sike...'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S5GYVsAuH9I/AAAAAAAAAz0/ICGbS0JKiAw/s72-c/daftpunklasportsarena01sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7993841332441436205</id><published>2010-03-04T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:02:24.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"Who Rules The Nigga Kingdom...Basically"</title><content type='html'>I apologize. You thought I died. I'm all alright. All aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my absence of this page, I've been lazily busy. I've been pitching the idea of Rockstar/Gangster here and there. Those who have had the liberty to here of it agree it's gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take this chance to state that I haven't forgotten about M.T Bag. The number one person who is against my solo effort is Ace Boogie. I don't want him to think I'm going to forget him if I were to gain popularity off of myself. Never that. Know that. Please. I love y'all niggas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I went to Ace's this weekend, and went in on a song with him and Average Joe. "Helluva Time". Yeah...we finally did it! It sounds good. After I left, Joe recorded on three more songs. Good. Niggaz Gon' Wild should be out by April...maybe May if I had to take a guesstimate. No promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. With Rockstar/Gangster, I have about 8 songs ready for recording. Shit that was to go onto Music For Dummies and F,000,L'$ G0LD will not be put on this feature, I feel that's cheating. It's all never before heard shit. With this project, I'm trying to bring some real Hip-Hop. They think cats my age can't bring it the way I'ma bring it. I feel this project will make real Hip-Hop heads think of 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, AND Big L. Why do I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People feel the game is dead, and NOBODY can bring it back. I have multi-syllabic rhyming, I have storytelling, I have deep, introspective songs, I have humor, I have it all on this project. I'm feeling myself. I feel like nobody in the underground's fucking with me. That's how you gotta be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say it. None of you niggas are making music like me. You can't make my beats. You can't write with my intricacy. You simply can't, and that's okay, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just checking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You niggas got me ON MY SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is on, on, on it!--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7993841332441436205?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7993841332441436205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-rules-nigga-kingdombasically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7993841332441436205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7993841332441436205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-rules-nigga-kingdombasically.html' title='&quot;Who Rules The Nigga Kingdom...Basically&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1300611240412743296</id><published>2010-02-25T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:21:48.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Other Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4dLnhuv1yI/AAAAAAAAAzs/B6dJtMJwdPA/s1600-h/rapper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4dLnhuv1yI/AAAAAAAAAzs/B6dJtMJwdPA/s400/rapper.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still writing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought about me. Check it. I'm really glad I think the way I do. Notice how every single rapper has another 30,000 cats who share his rap name?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A million posts back I discussed how only an alternative group share my name. I feel really good. Why do I bring this up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew a cat who attempted to skip town with my beat. His name was Young Blaze. Today on Facebook I saw a fan page for a Young Blaze. I thought it was him. It wasn't. Y'all share the same mentality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nobody thinks like Third World.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is...--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1300611240412743296?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1300611240412743296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1300611240412743296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1300611240412743296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-shit.html' title='Other Shit'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4dLnhuv1yI/AAAAAAAAAzs/B6dJtMJwdPA/s72-c/rapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2469883316856024081</id><published>2010-02-25T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:31:56.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Go Ham On 'Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4YF8U7WZyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dtxV9E4xK_w/s1600-h/1257501422_mcpleasehammer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4YF8U7WZyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dtxV9E4xK_w/s400/1257501422_mcpleasehammer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we shall discuss one the best AND the worst to EVER do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC Hammer is the author of the first Hip-Hop album to become RIAA Certified Diamond.....If you don't know what that means, he sold 10 million copies of one album...which was the third album of his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Let's do a little math. I dunno the cost of a cassette tape, but let's say $10...you know, giving it room to breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if approximately 10 million copies were sold in the matter of months, that's what, $100,000,000? The album only cost $10,000 to create....let's say he had to pay off studio time, engineers, producers and sample clearances. We'll chalk that up as roughly $100,000...maybe. Okay, roughly, Social Security and the state of wherever he is from, hypothetically, took $90,000. Alright, so with a $100,000,000 check. So Hammer has about $99,000,000 in pocket change.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Before I tell the tale that has been told so many times, lemme tell you what I would do with $99,000,000. I would take off my family and friend's families. Everybody gets their dream car. Nice homes. Nice little savings for everybody. Probably 10 milli EASY!!! $89,000,000 remaining...I would take 20 million and keep it for myself. Hide it under the mattress or a shoebox...Paul Bunyon's shoe box...then I'd put 60mill' in a Swiss Bank Account and the rest goes to foundations and charities and shelters and shit.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality. This dude hired an unnecessary entourage, bought expensive jewels, exotic animals, foreign cars for everyday of the week...maybe year while we're fucking around, plating everything in gold. That would be absolutely cool if he kept going Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Mr.Hammer is an evangelist and has a blogspot too, where he has an archive of all his Tweets. I wonder what it is like to be him, you know? Like....anybody who recognizes you as MC Hammer knows you done fucked up on some MAJOR SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live and you learn though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas thinks the whole album sounds the same though--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2469883316856024081?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2469883316856024081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-ham-on-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2469883316856024081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2469883316856024081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-ham-on-em.html' title='Go Ham On &apos;Em'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4YF8U7WZyI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dtxV9E4xK_w/s72-c/1257501422_mcpleasehammer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2406332074642141746</id><published>2010-02-24T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:04:59.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>"No Tuition For Havin' No Ambition"</title><content type='html'>I've been mingling digitally, gripping an understanding of different people and how they view this world. One case I wanna talk about is women getting fed up with men and their dreams to rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4Vk1iBiVjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_xXD4xjN-k/s1600-h/obama-the-rapper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4Vk1iBiVjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_xXD4xjN-k/s320/obama-the-rapper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to laugh at that...Today's generation is all about the "get-rich-quick-scheme." I can't blame us. Neither can you. If you're a man today, odds are you wanna rap for a living. If you're woman, odds are you wanna be a model or actress. I won't shit on your dreams, because I would hate for you to do that to me. I'm just opinionated as fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. This woman said she is going to avoid getting into relationships with men who aspire to rap for a living. Her reasons: She doesn't want to come second to the studio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can understand her. The way I see it, if you want to be a big rap star, you really can't have the most intimate relationship because you're always on the road....The studio is only a portion of what comes with it. The way Third World sees it, quality over quantity. It would be nice to have 100 albums this year, but how much of it would be good? Everything that comes from Third World is hand crafted and molded to be classic....effortlessly. We just shit classic music, that's just us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. I know there's another hidden reason she won't fuck with a rapper: what if he doesn't make it? I'm not good with the math, but not EVERY rapper that makes into the mainstream is guaranteed a Platinum plaque. It's hard to sell records this day and age...especially if you're garbage....but you didn't hear that from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I found this site run by two writers from Cali'. They take random rap lyrics and shit on 'em, calling them gay, or pointing out how meaningless or non sense making they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snacksandshit.com/"&gt;WWW.SNACKSANDSHIT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yo! I got some new shit for you to lay your ears on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4VmtdyDUdI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dnnibli1R8k/s1600-h/MGK%2BFront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4VmtdyDUdI/AAAAAAAAAzc/dnnibli1R8k/s320/MGK%2BFront.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zjwjnhmhnjd"&gt;Machine Gun Kelly "100 Words And Running"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A white rapper from, what seems like the Rap capital of Ohio, Cleveland. There are no features from Chip Tha Ripper, KiD CuDi, Fat Al, or Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, but he proves himself to be a more than worthy emcee. Tracks I suggest, "The Arsonist", "Like That", and the 107 Freestyle over Waka's "Let's Do It"....he murdered that shit! Oh yeah, and "A Million And One Answers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than that. I am working Rockstar/Gangster. I haven't really told anybody in the flesh because I want it to come from nowhere basically. No cover because I'm not worried about theatrics until I finish writing it. I got 5 or 6 written tracks, and it's got some really good music on it thus far. I think since I'm rolling with the concept of it being lonely at the top for a rockstar, I don't think I'll be hosting any features on this project. Trust me, you'll like it. I'm writing a tad more potently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last, but NOT least....do you spend more time on Youtube than at work? If you visit the Tube a lot, tune into M.O's channel. The M.O Hour is on there, along with the "Paper Planes Remix" he did with Moxy Monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/themohour"&gt;YOUTUBE.COM/THEMOHOUR &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave you with "Why I Think About Her?" because I featured on it and produced it, and this is MY site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**If you're on Facebook, you're gonna miss the song. Why are you still reading from Facebook? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? HAVE I DONE SOMETHING TO OFFEND YOU, HUH!?!?!?!?!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vu_l7-E0qkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vu_l7-E0qkE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas has a lot of music and hasn't heard 1% of it--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2406332074642141746?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2406332074642141746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/aint-no-tuition-for-havin-no-ambition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2406332074642141746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2406332074642141746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/aint-no-tuition-for-havin-no-ambition.html' title='&quot;No Tuition For Havin&apos; No Ambition&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S4Vk1iBiVjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_xXD4xjN-k/s72-c/obama-the-rapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-8282879849928830485</id><published>2010-02-18T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:39:38.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Broaden Your Verizons</title><content type='html'>I've been on my other shit, about to be on some mo' shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S33Ao7Dp2UI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZOmDaBdK3ZI/s1600-h/UPCH-1048_front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S33Ao7Dp2UI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZOmDaBdK3ZI/s320/UPCH-1048_front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you had an Xbox that came with the two-in-one game, you remember Sega GT....but more importantly, you remember Jet Set Radio Future. JSRF was the reason I wanted the Xbox. I'm a sucker for cel shading. The skating, spray painting concept was uber dope, and it keeps you sucked into it 'til the ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unlike Grand Theft Auto, the game doesn't allow you to change radio stations....or did it? I dunno....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Either way, every song on this soundtrack is good. It's MUSIC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't put links to musics that can be bought...doesn't feel right to me...plus I don't want the "whoever-is-in-charge-of-suing-people-for-stolen-music" on my ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gon' get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is jammin'--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-8282879849928830485?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8282879849928830485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/broaden-your-verizons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8282879849928830485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8282879849928830485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/broaden-your-verizons.html' title='Broaden Your Verizons'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S33Ao7Dp2UI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZOmDaBdK3ZI/s72-c/UPCH-1048_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-8548154125361670737</id><published>2010-02-18T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:41:52.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>I Am....</title><content type='html'>Me. I'm a character. I'm an idiot. I'm a genius. I'm absolutely evil. I'm a saint. I'm all of that and bag of chips and a tall fountain drink....would you like fries with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a mini autobiography of myself....kinda to let anybody who would like to come in, in, and for the most part, help me understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get pissed off, but I've never thoroughly been mad at something. I think over the years during my life, I've experienced so many emotions that I just can't detect them within myself anymore. I can read a person like the back of a cereal box. You don't have to look disgruntled for me to know there's pain brewing inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Leo, and I like that. I feel I am king and everything in this existence is mine or for me. Everything I want, I get it. No questions, no Ifs, Ands or BUTS! I'm an odd form of Leo though. Legend has it, ALL Leos like to shine. I don't like to show boat myself, I think that makes one look foolish. As opposed to that, I believe in letting things come to me. All my life, that is what has been happening. The finest women I have ever conversed with in my life have come to me, the moment I decide to act, they leave...I allow everyone to grovel before me as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people see me, I wonder what they see. If I had to guess, some people are afraid of me. I dress the opposite of Leo. Dark, non-shiny clothing. I'm supposed to like orange. I do not like to wear orange. It's a color I don't prefer to wear, put that in the same category as yellow and purple. My favorite colors are Black, White and Grey(Gray?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's that? Black is the color of the aristocratic. It represents darkness...depth...infinity. White, that's purity, the absence of anything. Grey is the accident child of Black and White, the in between, the one nobody claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face very seldom reflects how I feel. I could be happy and look angry. I could be horny and appear satisfied. I could be pissed off and appear jovial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my own work ethic, I am a fan of detail. I will pick anything apart at your expense. For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S31ABa5yM6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/eehcPeR_qA8/s1600-h/22645_1300731089252_1559687414_773175_6809474_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S31ABa5yM6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/eehcPeR_qA8/s320/22645_1300731089252_1559687414_773175_6809474_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The M.O Hour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at the numerals. The artist put two VI's, and the time goes 5,6,6,7,9. There is no VIII, or 8 'o clock. Apparently, I'm the only one who noticed this, and that's alright...leave it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My aura, the vibe I emit....those who give themselves the chance to know me never want to leave the warmth my comfort zone produces. The people from the past who have shot themselves in the foot with a bazooka by denying my cool...fuck 'em. I don't need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have strong proclivities. When I let go or don't care, my gut is the best compass. I can win nearly any card game if I "feel" the cards. Concentration is the best example. Many things in my life that have led to bullshit endings, I could have prevented them if I had trusted myself...I fear being wrong, or rejection. I rarely take chances because I feel more secure not doing so, but the pay off would be more handsome if I had taken those chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am younger than all of my friends, but I appear older, and in some instances, act older. Sometimes I forget how young I really am, and sometimes I feel like Big Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like to learn....not in the sense of schooling. I hate school. I do like to learn random tidbits about the world around me. I like the idea of knowing a little about everything, it makes me feel well rounded, a Renaissance Man if you will. I feel as if I'm a certified doctor without a license....sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like to believe I am a human being sometimes...that's boring, that's what everybody else is doing. I like to conduct as if I'm "something else." Amorphous. Nebulous. Enigma. I like words too. I like word play, puns and idioms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the instinct idea. When I meet someone, I naturally act a certain way towards them. There are people in life that I KNOW I will NEVER see again...with that in mind, I never get too close to new people when I know their replay value is low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all that comes to mind for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is deeper than rap--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-8548154125361670737?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/8548154125361670737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8548154125361670737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/8548154125361670737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am.html' title='I Am....'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S31ABa5yM6I/AAAAAAAAAzE/eehcPeR_qA8/s72-c/22645_1300731089252_1559687414_773175_6809474_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2812539916707493395</id><published>2010-02-18T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:48:10.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Rockstar/Gangster</title><content type='html'>I have finally decided on a title and a concept for my first full length solo project. Rockstar/Gangster. Pronounced without the slash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Rockstar/Gangster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....Rockstar is the epitome of fame. Gangster is the epitome of infamy. Either way, both lifestyles act as a double edged blade. In the Rockstar, you've got the nose candy, the girls, the cars, the clothes, the cribs, the money....you also have scandals, paparazzi, no sleep, and all that other bullshit. With the Gangster you have money, cars, clothes, hoes, and street cred....the downfall: cops on your ass, fiends chasing you, and hatin' ass corn ball bitch hoe as fuck boys trying to rob you for your territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After observing famous musicians in their lavish habitats, you come to realize, it's a lonely lifestyle. Nobody is truly real towards you, they only like you because of your status....if they saw you on the street, would they still be friendly towards you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the Rockstar/Gangster apply to me? Growing up on heavy metal and watching Metallica tour VHS's, I always wanted to entertain. As for the Gangster, I feel like one...and damn does it feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is the most concrete idea I've come up for myself in decades. Hopefully I can turn out a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me a good excuse to put upbeat songs and suicide soundtracks on the same tape....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is like Led Zeppelin meets Kool G Rap--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2812539916707493395?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2812539916707493395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/rockstargangster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2812539916707493395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2812539916707493395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/rockstargangster.html' title='Rockstar/Gangster'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4063839040043258678</id><published>2010-02-18T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T05:16:11.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Back-2-Skool</title><content type='html'>I remember when I said I was gonna do this beat album using strictly Kanye West samples. I got lazy because they would sound like the original beats....so I got disgruntled and got lazy. I was sitting on some of these tracks forever. I made a few new ones. Close homies have heard some of these already, there are like one or two brand spanking new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30PZKnGt_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nhuL37Rx5pg/s1600-h/thegraduate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30PZKnGt_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nhuL37Rx5pg/s400/thegraduate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assembly--I never really ironed out the rough patches of this one. It's ugly at the end. Think "Good Morning" on drugs. HARD DRUGS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cheerleader Poom Poom--"Drive Slow" meets a bus of a football team, cheerleaders and the marching band....they're all dudes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diploma Music--"Diamonds Are Forever"....these are temporary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midterms--"Touch The Sky"...in Russia, sky touch you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doomy--I made this at Boogie's house, I was bored for some reason. It sounds like a Baroque composer stuck in a box made of lasers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tragic Magic--A George Harrison sample...Could be dope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DARPA Chief--A beat I wanna rap on with Skeem. I'm told it sounds like something Ludacris would rap on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helluva Time--Third World single right here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man--A beat I want M.O and Lady S on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr.Smell Good--"Wave Yo Hands(If You Wack)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing Credits--"It's the mystery of iniquity."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Principal's Office--I DO NOT like this one. Steve Wonder would probably give me a cold stare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U Done Fuq'd Up--I just made this. It's kinda hot. That's what I want the song to be called.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mojqjmgqymz"&gt;"Oh, you like my shit?" "Well, gather your girlfriends and go buy me shit!" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...I checked the stats of the downloads on these beat albums. "So Far, So Good" proves to be most popular....must be the cover.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is tired--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4063839040043258678?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4063839040043258678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-2-skool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4063839040043258678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4063839040043258678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-2-skool.html' title='Back-2-Skool'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30PZKnGt_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/nhuL37Rx5pg/s72-c/thegraduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4227203383761954830</id><published>2010-02-18T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T04:44:49.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Made In China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...thought I was gonna say Cincinnati, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was thinking about this life and shit. America. A strange place in the west. If America is so self righteous, why does everything come from elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30I1yphvPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/5IRwOZMQJ5E/s1600-h/made-in-china.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30I1yphvPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/5IRwOZMQJ5E/s320/made-in-china.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More importantly, people have been biting Chinese steez for too long....follow me, no Twit'doe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30JaPqPZ7I/AAAAAAAAAys/uTS8YIAxqJQ/s1600-h/01finished_pasta_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30JaPqPZ7I/AAAAAAAAAys/uTS8YIAxqJQ/s320/01finished_pasta_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pasta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever we think of pasta, we relate it to Lasagna, Spaghetti, Fettuccine, Ravioli, and all that other good shit....the country you think of automatically? Italy, but they bit it from China...who ate the pasta plain. It's like sampling a song and adding drums and other sounds to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30KKsTsCrI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pxmrCUpK8xk/s1600-h/thug_sideways_pistol_aim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30KKsTsCrI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pxmrCUpK8xk/s400/thug_sideways_pistol_aim.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ("BREAK YO SELF!")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The idea of holding a gun sideways that we've seen in so many Gangster/Hood movies...that's not American at all. Indeed, it is another Chinese idea. The more appropriate gun to hold would be an automatic one, you know, like an Uzi? The recoiling of the auto-fire produces a sweeping motion when held this way, useful for multiple foes or a drive by to lay it into a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;....hmm....food and guns, that's all I can think of for now. Did you learn something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might start on a new beat album....I never finished The Graduate...I don't think I'm gonna ride it to the death with K.West samples, I'll just finish it out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is pullin' drivebys on clown cars--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4227203383761954830?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4227203383761954830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/made-in-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4227203383761954830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4227203383761954830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/made-in-china.html' title='Made In China'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S30I1yphvPI/AAAAAAAAAyk/5IRwOZMQJ5E/s72-c/made-in-china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7783646379512759027</id><published>2010-02-17T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:49:04.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z</title><content type='html'>It's funny I was just watching the only disc I have of The Boondocks Season 2....the one with my favorites. The Uncle Ruckus Show, Gangstalicious Pt2, Catcher Freeman and most importantly, The "N" Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think, when is it okay to use the "N" word? If you're Caucasian, it seems only behind closed doors and around your inner circle of black friends....NOWHERE else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question that I'm sure the rest of the world is asking, "How can you expect people to not say the word if it is part of the songs we sing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about John Mayer in Playboy Magazine. His acceptance from the black community is GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3y2qrmmYEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gMpXBNHnTPA/s1600-h/johnmayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3y2qrmmYEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gMpXBNHnTPA/s400/johnmayer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The words spoken: "Someone asked me the other day, 'What does it feel like now to have a hood pass&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Ghetto%20Pass"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?' And by the way, it's sort of a contradiction in terms, because if you really had a hood pass, you could call it a nigger pass."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His justification: "I am sorry that I used the word. And it's a shame that I did because the point I was trying to make was the exact opposite spirit of the word itself. It was arrogant of me to think I could intellectualize using it, because I realize there's no intellectualizing a word that is so emotionally charged."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When it comes to the music, I'm still gonna listen, but the after words of his Playboy interview only dug him deeper into the ditch of being a bigot. He said he had a white supremacist dick....I thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were a white guy in this day and age, especially post-Don Imus, I'd stay on my P's and Q's, for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another celeb scandal I really never saw on the tube....as far as I know it never happened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is, "How is a nigga gonna borrow a fry? Are you gonna give it back?"--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7783646379512759027?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7783646379512759027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/strictly-4-my-niggaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7783646379512759027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7783646379512759027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/strictly-4-my-niggaz.html' title='Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3y2qrmmYEI/AAAAAAAAAyU/gMpXBNHnTPA/s72-c/johnmayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-4232117027952532237</id><published>2010-02-15T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:02:06.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>I Lead, You Follow</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna start exposing niggas cuz it's like I'm "snowed in" today, no wizzork. This is a more thorough follow up to the Hov post I did not long ago. Follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m7h_HU0xI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_BYp0pE4dKk/s1600-h/_large_Roederer-rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m7h_HU0xI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_BYp0pE4dKk/s320/_large_Roederer-rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m7lxx1XkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/e00U8E-0BGg/s1600-h/Armand_De_Brignac_Rose_NV_75cl_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m7lxx1XkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/e00U8E-0BGg/s320/Armand_De_Brignac_Rose_NV_75cl_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The transition from Cristal to Rose...Either way, the bottle looks cool unopened. Me, I'm not a champagne kinda person....except for champagne bus rides, those are live, I encourage you to try it. I can understand the reason behind switching from Cris'....the owner was trying to be as nice as can be with his racism, if you wanna call it that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"That's a good question, but what can we do? We can't forbid people from buying it. I'm sure Dom Perignon or Krug would be delighted to have their business."&lt;/span&gt;--Louis Roederer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m9L47KuwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ipeiIfKGRzc/s1600-h/vlcsnap-jayz019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m9L47KuwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ipeiIfKGRzc/s400/vlcsnap-jayz019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the times where a Hip-Hop head could not switch the station without hearing Auto-Tune raps and songs, Jay-Z took it upon himself to dead it. Funny enough, many other fads started to fall through too because they did not "please" him as it seems. I've seen a dramatic decrease in Hipster attire, that goes for skinny jeans, bright colored hoodies, and novelty hats. You know some cats had to keep Auto-Tuning to try to prove they didn't have to listen to Hov, but the people weren't behind them. Like Ray J on that New Boyz song, or Just Blaze on that Saigon song.....Nope. Coffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m-SN7BCYI/AAAAAAAAAx8/47NgznxpPHo/s1600-h/maybach_62.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m-SN7BCYI/AAAAAAAAAx8/47NgznxpPHo/s400/maybach_62.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To my knowledge, and I got a lot of that, Jay-Z was the first person to ever mention driving in Maybach Benzs. Maybe cuz he was the only rapper paid enough to afford one, who knows? Now these rappers all wanna found the Maybach club and shit. It seems Hov also has ownership of the pronunciation as well, he says "Mayback" when it's more like "Maybock."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m_larY2QI/AAAAAAAAAyE/iUg-UxZZrTU/s1600-h/snapshot20070220174245tb0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m_larY2QI/AAAAAAAAAyE/iUg-UxZZrTU/s400/snapshot20070220174245tb0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there is a line more recycled from the catalog of Jay-Z, stop me NOW! Refer to "Money Ain't A Thang", a joint song with Jermaine Dupri. Jay-Z utters, &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Said she liked my necklace, started relaxin', now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the moment, I can only think of Remy Ma and Rick Ross who attempted to borrow the rhyme...But I've heard it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3nBr2Kh0FI/AAAAAAAAAyM/aX_bpxnrV6Y/s1600-h/jay-z-nets-jersey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3nBr2Kh0FI/AAAAAAAAAyM/aX_bpxnrV6Y/s320/jay-z-nets-jersey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we remember every video was some kinda basketball jersey. He had niggas wearing jerseys casually. Personally, I never fell into the fad...I wasn't a basketball head. Kingdom Come drops, no The Black Album, and suddenly, throwbacks ain't cool no more? Polos, button ups, all that shit got laughed at prior to Hov doing it...now the shit is custom...On top of that, I feel as if the phrase "Grown &amp;amp; Sexy" was coined on "Excuse Me Miss." It's a phrase Cincinnati DJ's still use today.....It's about being grown and sexy, yet you wanna be forever young...my mind is knotted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite modern lyrics from him that seems to explain people's easily impressionable mentals....well, not explains, but sort of shows you how flow often masks words, cuz nobody said a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;They're all actors, lookin' at themselves in the mirror backwards&lt;br /&gt;Can't even face themselves, don't fear no rappers&lt;br /&gt;They're all, weirdos, DeNiros in practice&lt;br /&gt;So, don't believe everything your earlobe captures&lt;br /&gt;It's mostly backwards, unless it happens to be as accurate as me&lt;br /&gt;And everything said in song you happen to see&lt;br /&gt;Then, actually, believe half of what you see&lt;br /&gt;None of what you hear, even if it's spat by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not think your rap style isn't affected by Jay-Z, and to say that, you're lying to yourself...even if you DON'T RAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is O-U-W-T, OUT!--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-4232117027952532237?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/4232117027952532237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lead-you-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4232117027952532237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/4232117027952532237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lead-you-follow.html' title='I Lead, You Follow'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3m7h_HU0xI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_BYp0pE4dKk/s72-c/_large_Roederer-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5459375456458311034</id><published>2010-02-15T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:44:46.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>South Ice Park Cream</title><content type='html'>Remember those BBC/Ice Cream avatars people used to make for a hot minute? If not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3kWs-tH5oI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ZyWtT6aPgrk/s1600-h/1-985553-6232389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3kWs-tH5oI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ZyWtT6aPgrk/s320/1-985553-6232389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I finally made a South Park style one. Pharrells are played out....so are the South Parks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3kW-WOHPeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qXcE32rgM1E/s1600-h/South_Park_Avatar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3kW-WOHPeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/qXcE32rgM1E/s400/South_Park_Avatar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to put the pink on it for your entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;....this job is like school in Japan...minus the learning and Sailor Moon looking chicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is zonin'--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5459375456458311034?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5459375456458311034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/south-ice-park-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5459375456458311034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5459375456458311034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/south-ice-park-cream.html' title='South Ice Park Cream'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3kWs-tH5oI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ZyWtT6aPgrk/s72-c/1-985553-6232389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-1151027890720823134</id><published>2010-02-14T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:14:44.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>"Gettin' Ghost With Pac-Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3iPPcQGCjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/rFjmWynW6AQ/s1600-h/pacman.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3iPPcQGCjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/rFjmWynW6AQ/s400/pacman.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It just dawned upon me....the true meaning of Pac-Man. You just thought it was a way to kill time and waste quarters. No. There is a life lesson within the cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pac-Man represents a person, easy enough. The little dots throughout the level are food, you need food to survive, right? Easy enough-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, now, the deep shit. The ghosts represent regrets, sins, demons...the past. The past chases Pac-Man around. The power pellets that make the ghosts turn blue represents drugs/alcohol....or if you don't do that, um....a promotion, or a freshly mowed lawn....Anyway, Pac-Man gets enough courage to face his demons, and eats them.No matter how many times you get high....or high on life, whatever is what to get you will find you...and as a result....it will eventually be your demise. At least you leave your mark on the planet with a "high score."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cherries, and lemons, and pretzels and shit, those are just the perks of life. Indulge, Pac-Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just depressed myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is womp,womp,womp,womp...--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-1151027890720823134?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/1151027890720823134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/gettin-ghost-with-pac-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1151027890720823134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/1151027890720823134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/gettin-ghost-with-pac-man.html' title='&quot;Gettin&apos; Ghost With Pac-Man&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3iPPcQGCjI/AAAAAAAAAxM/rFjmWynW6AQ/s72-c/pacman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-487654560396844190</id><published>2010-02-14T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:22:27.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Hip-Hop Quotables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3eSzdpEbsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bKEAW6nsego/s1600-h/pemberton-jay-z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3eSzdpEbsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bKEAW6nsego/s400/pemberton-jay-z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you ask most of our generation whom the best rapper alive is, you're gonna hear a lot of Weezy F. Baby replies. You might get a dumb ass to say Gucci Mane or Soulja Boy...but for the most part, we know who the most potent emcees of our time have been. Eminem, Nas, Jay-Z, Lil Wayne, Big L, Big Pun, Biggie, 2Pac, Andre 3000 and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to the Hov. It seems every word this man speaks is absolute gold to a nation of impressionable ears. You can take ANYTHING Jay-Z has said and live by it, or make another song from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember "Bring 'Em Out", or "I'ma Hustler"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some Jay-Z hooked beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but it seems that people didn't know real life facts until Jay-Z said them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIDE NOTE* I just found Trey Songz's blog. It's called, "Further than I am." It reminds me of a quote from Jay-Z's Blueprint 2 joint, "Hovi Baby." The lyric, "They say a midget standing on the giant's shoulder can see much further than the giant. So I got the whole rap world on my shoulder, they tryna SEE FURTHER THAN I AM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Apparently Yo Gotti is cashing in on a quote. "Men lie, women lie." Which has ALWAYS been true, but it seems nobody knew it until it was said in song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quote that comes to mind is from "Fallin'" from American Gangster. "There's a price to over doin' it." I would say this to Ace Boogie all the time, and now he says it too. It's funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hov is also the reason why people are trying to adopt their own little "Swaggers" and "Ad-libs." To constantly huff and puff on microphones, and regardless it's a hit record. He's also the reason why niggas rhyme 'yeah', with 'here'. We ain't all from New York, now every new rapper raps with a Brooklyn accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you say Wayne, think about what Jay-Z has been doing before The Hot Boyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is.."Oh, it's timeless....HOV!"--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-487654560396844190?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/487654560396844190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/hip-hop-quotables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/487654560396844190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/487654560396844190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/hip-hop-quotables.html' title='Hip-Hop Quotables'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3eSzdpEbsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/bKEAW6nsego/s72-c/pemberton-jay-z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6099718011398088505</id><published>2010-02-14T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:32:20.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Deluxe Biter's Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;What goes up, it must come down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;And when you send it on its way, it comes back around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Up-up-up-upside down those frowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;My brothers we are kings, let's get those crowns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a single father, it's just my boys and me&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty's annoying me along with your claims of royalty&lt;br /&gt;This is my divine right, and you are hindsight&lt;br /&gt;I'm too bored, it's like I'm on my grind twice&lt;br /&gt;No DC's, no EP's, put my long play on replay&lt;br /&gt;It's D-Day, and I'm coming to your door like a sweepstakes&lt;br /&gt;Cheapskate, frugal and I'm brutal, the feeling is mutual&lt;br /&gt;Banana clip antics, I'll peel back and shoot you&lt;br /&gt;Truce, truce. Surrender with the white flags&lt;br /&gt;Black mags, feel the Vibe. Where's my mind at?&lt;br /&gt;I lost it. If my head wasn't attached, I'd lose it too&lt;br /&gt;Like a fro pic, it's so sick, ha, you do it too?&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot relate, I suggest you never spit it&lt;br /&gt;And everybody on the planet wants to be the best who ever did it&lt;br /&gt;That's cool, but I'm the Snorlax sleeping on the route&lt;br /&gt;On the up and up, I gotsta keep 'em on the down and I'm out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is whatever--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6099718011398088505?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6099718011398088505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/deluxe-biters-delight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6099718011398088505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6099718011398088505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/deluxe-biters-delight.html' title='Deluxe Biter&apos;s Delight'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-641661426599275824</id><published>2010-02-13T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:50:43.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"..I Just Play It To Play It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3dxYohAZwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/P2b2agVDP0s/s1600-h/DDO_Store-CharGen_Race_Options.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3dxYohAZwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/P2b2agVDP0s/s400/DDO_Store-CharGen_Race_Options.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've come to a conclusion. The Rap Game is a game indeed. Do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like Warcraft or some kinda role playing game. A person creates a character and competes worldwide with other characters. Lyrical potency serves as the rapper's abilities and such. Freestyle battles are like random encounters giving you the chance to level up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Rap Game is not like the Crack Game....actually I wouldn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/reCffbJRqjk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/reCffbJRqjk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas......fuckit--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-641661426599275824?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/641661426599275824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-just-game-i-just-play-it-to-play-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/641661426599275824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/641661426599275824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-just-game-i-just-play-it-to-play-it.html' title='&quot;..I Just Play It To Play It&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3dxYohAZwI/AAAAAAAAAw8/P2b2agVDP0s/s72-c/DDO_Store-CharGen_Race_Options.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5009798304543994736</id><published>2010-02-13T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:30:03.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Biter's Valentine</title><content type='html'>I am thee, um, emcee your mother warned you of&lt;br /&gt;There's chemistry here and there, but you can't see the formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Snips,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;snails,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;puppy dog's tails?&lt;/span&gt; Wanna know what's in him, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you deserve to know if you're &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz anyone can get a shot of &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Goose&lt;/span&gt; and be&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; hot as barbecue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to chill with dude, you gotta learn the art of &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No birds like &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Articu....no&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Moltres&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Zapdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad though, I'd prefer Chipotle and rad clothes&lt;br /&gt;Kicking mad flows over instrumentals conceived by &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;love made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By me and FL Studio. Forget getting fucked laid&lt;br /&gt;Forget what I just said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of what I was gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas don't want it--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5009798304543994736?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5009798304543994736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/biters-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5009798304543994736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5009798304543994736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/biters-valentine.html' title='Biter&apos;s Valentine'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-3442591221186089427</id><published>2010-02-13T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:15:20.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs Is My Homie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3ZdzOIHIHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qdGgeR0SPtw/s1600-h/IMG000058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3ZdzOIHIHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qdGgeR0SPtw/s400/IMG000058.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So....I got paid today. I predicted $270 before, and $250-ish after taxes. $245 was the magic numeral.....I got the check cashed at Wal-Mart...I spent that entire fucker at once! $250+ on the 160GB iPod. Was it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got Middleton money. I'm still eating. I'm still working....matterafact, I have work in 6 hours. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat who lifted me from work to Wal-Mart laughed because I spent it all. That's what I'm good for, spending money. Ask Ace Boogie, who was by my side when I spent $600+ at the mall in one day.....the good ol' days when that shit was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'll start putting away next check when that bitch is chunky. And as long as can keep bumming rides off co-workers, I won't be buying that iPhone anytime soon...though I want it. Maybe the check after next....cuz I need an account, and if it's chunky enough, that Les Paul Special will be keeping the apartment awake with bad frets and riffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good period of time to be me right about now....Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.e.a.c.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas just blowed it--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-3442591221186089427?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/3442591221186089427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/steve-jobs-is-my-homie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3442591221186089427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/3442591221186089427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/steve-jobs-is-my-homie.html' title='Steve Jobs Is My Homie'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3ZdzOIHIHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qdGgeR0SPtw/s72-c/IMG000058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6240697005599330173</id><published>2010-02-12T02:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:21:16.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>"I Can't Go For That"</title><content type='html'>I've been watching. I've been observing. Niggas got me on my shit... People do some strange shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3T-ay7k1VI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfjXPAoTzNk/s1600-h/Surface_piercing_back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3T-ay7k1VI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfjXPAoTzNk/s400/Surface_piercing_back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Surface Piercing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is that right? I guess people got bored with the regular ear mutilation, with the flanguses and tibulas or whatever. I compare the surface piercing to fetish oriented porn....you've ruined the art. The second you add urine and feces, I'M OUT! Just a bunch of balls sticking out of your skin....that's not gangster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah. In case there is still debate amongst who the best rapper living is...he's not American. That rules out your ENTIRE list, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3UACKZgFQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/UlgIDcqi1fk/s1600-h/slick-rick2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3UACKZgFQI/AAAAAAAAAwk/UlgIDcqi1fk/s320/slick-rick2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Iced out for no reason, yes, but when Slick Rick spoke of people trying to sound like him, people were actually trying to sound like him. It wasn't just making up things....the illest storyteller he was too. He blended Hip-Hop, Comedy, and a sense of Consciousness....says a lot for 95% of today's rap game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What else? I get paid tomorrow......I don't think I'll have the cash to properly buy the things I WANT right now, but that's all cool, see me on the 26th, bwoi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3UBI-DT4TI/AAAAAAAAAws/CubFFYUezrs/s1600-h/364a0920-4c6f-451f-b8cb-c68c97cf6b33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3UBI-DT4TI/AAAAAAAAAws/CubFFYUezrs/s400/364a0920-4c6f-451f-b8cb-c68c97cf6b33.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Les Paul Special II)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To keep it all the way gudda witcha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is tired--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6240697005599330173?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6240697005599330173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-go-for-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6240697005599330173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6240697005599330173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-go-for-that.html' title='&quot;I Can&apos;t Go For That&quot;'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3T-ay7k1VI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfjXPAoTzNk/s72-c/Surface_piercing_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-2286724934412678762</id><published>2010-02-11T11:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:53:47.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Daddy Fatsacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3Q1WDrNN6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/dXj_0jc82-Y/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3Q1WDrNN6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/dXj_0jc82-Y/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel the need to show somebody how big my iTunes library is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's damn near 48 days worth of music. I could survive a flood and a school week with a three day weekend on this music. That's deep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--midas is still goin'--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-2286724934412678762?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/2286724934412678762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddy-fatsacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2286724934412678762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/2286724934412678762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddy-fatsacks.html' title='Daddy Fatsacks'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3Q1WDrNN6I/AAAAAAAAAwU/dXj_0jc82-Y/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-5008870595681670830</id><published>2010-02-11T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:12:27.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Et Cetera'/><title type='text'>Oedipus Complex(Not Really)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3QcV_7Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAwM/fpz0S89ACTc/s1600-h/facebook-generic-pic-rex-features-615598689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3QcV_7Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAwM/fpz0S89ACTc/s400/facebook-generic-pic-rex-features-615598689.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know those tear jerking stories you stumble upon where some guy reunites with his long lost family via Facebook, and they reunite and shit and it's all happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, guess what? My "dad" found me on Facebook. Ain't no telling if he is really the one who made this all happen. If he is, or if he isn't, I kinda don't care.....That's not me denying anything.....that's nineteen and a half years of apathy being built up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like, I've never seen this character before. No previous relationship. No nothing. This cat coming out the wood work twenty years after my birth is just a new character. You feel what I'm saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel the same as before I got the request. Ain't nothing changed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to make music..............Niggaz Gon' Wild............sssshhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is his own grandpa--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-5008870595681670830?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/5008870595681670830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/oedipus-complexnot-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5008870595681670830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/5008870595681670830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/oedipus-complexnot-really.html' title='Oedipus Complex(Not Really)'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3QcV_7Y9lI/AAAAAAAAAwM/fpz0S89ACTc/s72-c/facebook-generic-pic-rex-features-615598689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-265554585099655875</id><published>2010-02-08T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:51:29.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Word Play</title><content type='html'>If there is anything that makes me smile is slick word play. I stumbled upon a site based off of this album....the name anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3BAJdGNsJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E3HaOa3b618/s1600-h/ThaBlockIsHot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3BAJdGNsJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E3HaOa3b618/s320/ThaBlockIsHot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.thablogishot.com/"&gt;Tha Blog is Hot&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I czeched it out predominately for the name. I thought it was ultra funny...and I haven't stopped laughing since.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The site is run by a white girl who seems to really like Lil Wayne. If I were as much of a Wayne fan as the rest of Green Team, I'd be all over this site....but it is cool to see other people's opinions on reality when they think on another side of the spectrum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas doesn't wanna go to work--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-265554585099655875?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/265554585099655875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-play.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/265554585099655875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/265554585099655875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-play.html' title='Word Play'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S3BAJdGNsJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E3HaOa3b618/s72-c/ThaBlockIsHot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-7206045737627914638</id><published>2010-02-07T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:47:06.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Gon' Wit' It</title><content type='html'>I feel good, even though I thought I was gonna die last night. I freestyled for 30 plus minutes. You know, exercising....felt like I played a game of 21.....three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S2-WJuQn8eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/H_w0DWefENc/s1600-h/alg_saints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S2-WJuQn8eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/H_w0DWefENc/s320/alg_saints.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Congrats to the Saints. You guys made me $25 richer!!! I thought it was over first quarter, but the Super Bowl virgins pulled it through for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Who came through to perform. I don't think a lot of my contemporaries appreciated an old school performance. I thought the music was good, but not for this half time show.....where's Prince at? Or....Janet Jackson...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I learned about that Jason Derulo song. When it came out, I always asked who the lady on the hook was...cuz she sounds a lot better than him. "Whatcha Say" contains a sample......Who knew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4OLQB7ON9w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y4OLQB7ON9w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBI3lc18k8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBI3lc18k8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good weekend. Back to work tomorrow. I don't wanna go, but I get paid Friday!!!! "Woot-woot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Keep rockin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is a mechanized drone man--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-7206045737627914638?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/7206045737627914638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/gon-wit-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7206045737627914638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/7206045737627914638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/gon-wit-it.html' title='Gon&apos; Wit&apos; It'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S2-WJuQn8eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/H_w0DWefENc/s72-c/alg_saints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3381489363339702373.post-6421521090477268993</id><published>2010-02-06T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:48:47.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Exitainment...</title><content type='html'>I live in a country where our forefathers escaped oppression, only to claim freedom for all, only to oppress again. Dig? They told us we were all equal, but had slaves, they kept certain people out unless they would benefit the cause....What's more fucked up, a "celebrity" is treated like Jesus or God or Jehovah or Allah or Jah or whoever else people believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24Et5mICoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iayeIAmEYos/s1600-h/beatlesmania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24Et5mICoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iayeIAmEYos/s640/beatlesmania.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'ma Beatles nerd...Beatlesmania!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photoshop and special effects make muthafuckas think those who have become celebrities are demi-gods of the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might be enthralled at a concert or some sort of live performance, but you gotta realize, celebrities are regular human beings too. They eat and shit like the rest of us, need water to live, you know, all the et ceteras? You slap a famous celebrity's name on something, you're gonna buy it, doesn't matter what the fuck it does or is. Proven fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24GIY_74GI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ccyXdVU0dzE/s1600-h/1_georgeforeman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24GIY_74GI/AAAAAAAAAvU/ccyXdVU0dzE/s320/1_georgeforeman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The company who makes these grills were actually sitting on these grills for years before they made that ROLL from moving units. They said, "Hey, let's get a respected athlete to endorse us..." and, HEY!! The lean, mean, fat grilling, green, supreme, team, cream, dream, steam, machine, thing. Right? How many of you own one....or knows someone who does?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The reason I came here today: It's like entertainment isn't entertainment anymore. It feels like nothing's new, and if it is, it's watered down and WACK as FUCK!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24InaMbi4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ptZCgfpU64c/s1600-h/bakugan1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24InaMbi4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/ptZCgfpU64c/s320/bakugan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Bakugan? Can't get away from that -on ending can we?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the total of five seconds I've glanced at the television over the past half hour, Bakugan is the fecal matter that you get when Yu-Gi-Oh eats Digimon, and then along comes Pokemon, and eats everything right there. BLAOW!!! I feel like such a fucking grouch when I see my little brothers absorbing the shit they put on tv, and they relay it to me, I&amp;nbsp; CAN NOT give a flying FUCK! I'm sorry, but your cartoons suck! Getting up on Saturday morning used to serve as school on a weekend, now it's not even encouraged.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24LDlOaG4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/c5sJaSjdVfo/s1600-h/10520_slide1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24LDlOaG4I/AAAAAAAAAvs/c5sJaSjdVfo/s320/10520_slide1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(That girl from MTV Teen Mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought she was pretty before the baby....now I'm afraid she's gonna look like her mom......Anyway. When I was 12 years old, 7th grade, there was a girl 13 years old, 8th grade. At that age I didn't think girls were capable of having kids. She called me weird. I thought she was weird for being pregnant so young. Anyhow. A Facebook fan page has been upped. Loosely, "If I got a pregnant at 16, I would've got my ass whooped, not my own TV show." Which is true. It's like teen pregnancy prevention and shit has gone down the toilet. All they say nowadays, "Use a condom." "Get birth control." It's like being pregnant young is cool. Or at least being pregnant and white is. Minorities have been becoming teen mom's for eons. A white girl does it, let's make it a tv show! Knah'mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The double standard is a muthafucka ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I lost my train of thought! Whoops outta time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--midas is not re-reading....so this may mean nothing--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3381489363339702373-6421521090477268993?l=wellebeing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/feeds/6421521090477268993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/exitainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6421521090477268993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3381489363339702373/posts/default/6421521090477268993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wellebeing.blogspot.com/2010/02/exitainment.html' title='Exitainment...'/><author><name>Midas Welle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10105457028248261759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/Sz7skOMViuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ft8Txv1Hs8/S220/18654_1126955420143_1414890773_30305247_7586567_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qtZsBome8u0/S24Et5mICoI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iayeIAmEYos/s72-c/beatlesmania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
