The Black Wednesday Foundation

Now it doesnt take a genius to know that we as a nation are going through turbulent times. People aint gettin no jobs, babies cryin, politicians acting an ass, businesses closing left and right and all that other crazy stuff.

We here at The Black Wednesday Foundation strive for a better tomorrow with Dope music and Philosophical Awesomeness, but we are also aware that funds are a necessity in achieving this goal, and thats where you (yes, YOU!) come in.

If you can find it in your heart to donate whatever amount of your hard earned money to The Black Wednesday Foundation so support us in our endeavors and ventures, we would greatly appreciate it!

Just so you dont think we're bullshitting, here is what your money will be going towards, as a supporter of The Black Wednesday Foundation.

• an actual ".com" instead of "www._____.tumblr.com"


• a web cam


• headphones for making better mixes on tracks


• an Itunes account


• an exclusive Broken Pen EP (yet to be titled) sent to anyone who donates over 5 dollars


• advertising


• possibly a business license to start a little imprint to push quality music to the masses

...and any other thing that relates to music and productivity that doesnt involve drugs, women or anything else remotely fun.

So if you can find it in your heart to donate any denomination of your hard earned money to help support Dope Music and artistic progression, we at The Black Wednesday Foundation would really appreciate it!

thank you and god bless!

Click on the "Donate button to get started!

Lightwork

I just did it to do it. Nothing serious. Still lyrical as fuck.

Click On the picture (or on this link right here) to download the new shit (well kinda new)

I got some other goodies coming for you guys.
Peacington.

Running with scizzors

aye.

In love with fame since the struggle came, brung bundles of hunger pains from my younger days, runnin game
Im a runaway, In a home still homeless, only seek solace in the place less colder
sis told me im self centered on a beat
im like "bitch, this rap shits therapy"
should i talk about bitches, limits in the system?
passive aggressive disses to vent little issues?
darkside karma with a bad luck fetish?
or how I dont fuck with niggas like lesbians?

-or-

Ill let you guess, but bitch make it quick
Im gettin a bit antsy, and I cant find cigarettes
I aint perfect, I just make it look good
tryna hold self, fuck holdin a grudge.

Oh yeah....

Its been over a year since I started this god forsaken blog.

Let's Celebrate, Hoe.

HENTAI TENTACLE CAKE!!!!!

Broken Pen has made a shit load of music.

Posting everthing up I made from 2008 and beyond

starting with euthanasia music. regarded as a classic by many old and new broken pen fans.

enjoy, yo.

Music? Niggas still make music? (pensive shit and stream of consciousness fuckery)

Unfortunately yes. When Im not battle rapping, Im actually trying to make music. Even though shit is stagnant, Im working with my band Death and the Senator I have an EP in the works with my good friend Bang Musik and currently waiting on beats for the "Free Health Care" album between myself and Canadian Producer Emperor Bohe. Despite all of that work I'm about to do, I feel bored. Im tired of a lot of shit. Politically, Socially, Financially and what ever other word that ends in "ally" you can think of. Its not even about getting money at this point, but a lot of shit around me seems to be restrictive and not all that positive, just petty shit that gives off the illusion that shit is gonna be cool.

I have a Feeling that my life is about to change on some radical shit, cuz a lot of the shit thats going on doesnt seem to have a long shelf life, and fuckery is a lot easier to navigate through than it was a couple years back. I know whos who, who not to fuck with, who to fuck with, who I should fuck, and who's just ugly as fuck. Shits a whole lot clearer, its just a matter of time before the application of enlightenment brings anything of value to me.

Oh yeah, as I drag myself through this musical slump, Im going to post up every piece of music I made on my bandcamp account.

Keep it tight like a nervous virgin.

Royal Arrogance Massive, Fucka.

The Ladies.

"Id rather trust a woman's intuition, than a man's reason"

some fly shit I pull off twitter. cant remember who it was though.

My bands twitter page.

droppin music for your monkey asses soon.

yes.

Royal. (random thoughts and intellectual jabs)

I can't say life is fucked up, because Im fucked up. Im a product of it. A constant battle of balance goes on within me as is goes on within the world, and thats how it will be, as long as humans are free to roam the world and do whatever the fuck they want.

So Whats perfection? why make up something that we know doesnt exist? It seems like a reflection of our insecurities and what we desire rather than something that can be achieved.

You kill the notion of trying to make something perfect, and let it be what it is. Because how can one so called "flawed" being try to improved upon another being that is equally "flawed" as well? Wouldnt that make it more fucked up / flawed? Like bullshit trying to improve upon bullshit, but instead, bullshit just made more "bullshit" to deal with .

yeah, its like 1 am, and Im on a friends laptop typing this Clusterfuck of intellectual fuckery that makes all the young girls blush and giggle.

Smart guys get ALL the ladies.

Read books, get busy.

Capoeira - My thoughts and musings pt.1 of....I have no idea....

Come the last week of August, I will have been doing Capoeira for 4 long ass years. I find it crazy that since 2006, I've taken up an artform that would teach me about myself as well as how to relate to the world as a whole. It brought a lot of beautiful people into my life and it took me to a lot of places I would never Imagine myself being. It has its share of bullshit, but It gives you the grace thats neccesary to deal with the bullshit, and thats one of the many reasons I love it.

Thoughts on what Capoeira actually is

Regardless of what anyone tells you (including myself ) Capoeira like all the other martial arts / cultures, is a means of learning about the world/life and gracefully dealing with whatever crazy bullshit life throws your way. So In many essences, your freeing yourself from whatever obstacle life can possibly throw at you and working your way towards your true potential by being who youre meant to be mentally, physically, spiritually and whatever other "ally" you want to throw in there.

One of the main philosophical views on capoeira I feel goes in conjunction with the point I tried make in the first paragraph, is that

"Capoeira Is the opposite of society"

(Props to Prof. Macaco on that one)

because society is basically about people acting like theyre youre buddy, by being courteous and polite when you see them, but at the end of the day under all the smiles and kindness, everyone is out for themselves at the end of the day.

Capoeira is the opposite of that because Capoeiristas beat the shit out of each other, and theyre constantly trying to get over one another by using whatever dirty trick they can come up with to get the best of whoever theyre playing / fighting against. But under all of the treachery, deception and malice, we're all there for each other and no matter how mean or aggressive we get, everything we do is out of love and respect for one another.

you feel me on that shit?

good, cuz I aint explaining the shit any further.

more darts coming son.
Royal Arrogance.

Black Wendesday part 3 out of...shit, i dont know....

read part 2 HERE.

theres the album from the producers point of view, heres the album from the writers point of view.
track for track.

You ready? not that I actually give a fuck if you are actually ready...Im just asking out of courtesy.

here we go, fuckas.

“Back On My Shit”
This is me actually getting into the swing of making an album. I wanted this to be nothing more than me having fun and getting ready to put in some work on this album. I also wanted a very unorthadox structure for the chorus, so i made it with bars that ran on into the next measure so it can sound cool.

“We’re Through”
This is where I talk about people I hang around and what complete assholes they can be. but while they can be complete hapless jackasses, that live off of gossip and fuckery, theyre still cool peoples. I also talk about how dealing with female drama, and writing about it can become addicting. So this is basically my "I'm through with your bitchassness. Im gonna sit at home and play bushido blade 2 so I wont have to deal with your shit" song. Groovy.

“Capricorn”
This is where I delve into how I feel the world works. Basically how this world is powered by the desire for power, influence, control and luxury at the cost of the lives of many. The primal need for survival and hedonism overpowering your love for your fellow man to the point where you can and will fuck him over to get what you desire.

and why after the sign "Capricorn"? Easy.

I wasnt thinking about the actual sign, I was thinking about the tarot card thats aligned with it, which is the "Devil" arcana. (dont worry, Capricorns are not aligned with the devil. let me explain further.)

The Devil Arcana talks about how we can be so blinded by desire and controlled by our primal instincts that were willing to go against our principals / fellow man in order to get what we want. So there possibly isnt a nigga with horns on his head sittin in a boiler room that makes you do bad / evil shit. Maybe its just us blinded by desire and shit like that...

who knows.

“Heavy Guns”
This is the basic "coming up" song. I use guns as more of a metaphore for ambition. like the shit might be hard to aim, but aim high and dont stop shooting.

damn, Im a deep nigga.

“Rich Or Poor”
This is me taking a bunch of stories, thoughts and statements that resulted out of being broke as fuck. I also talk about the "glass ceiling" concept. a staggering feeling you get when you cant do anything to improve your quality of life and feeling that your gonna be stuck in a small area surrounded by petty bullshit.

"Peace of Mind"

This continues from rich or poor but talks about more than just being broke. I basically talk about the bullshit you can get caught up in as youre broke as fuck. From drugs, weak rappers, job hunting, how religion has never brought me peace, and a host of other shit.

this is my "its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from goin under" joint.

“Kick Rocks”
I dont like niggas. I can barely put up with bitches either. So this is just a fancy way of saying "Kick rocks, with open toe shoes".

“What It Is (You)”
This is actually a remix of a song I did about a year ago called "Competition" which is me going off and experimenting with wordplay and shit like that. I wish I couldve re done it, but hey. it is what it is.

“Machine Gun Rap”
This is just ment to be a hard hitting battle track. I made the bars so they had more of an emphasis on saying grimey shit rather than crazy wordplay.

"With a chainsaw to my skull, see sparks HEARTLESS...So many forms, Im Formless

behind bars, with knives baked in the cornbread...."

son....niggas got bars.

“You Got Issues”
I just wanted a song to document my experiences with females so far, and all the entertaining shit that comes along with it.

"Game"

enough with the songs about spooky experiences with bitches. lemme put yall up on game and infect ya mind with this 2010 space age pimp talk.

ya diiiiig?

“Night Music”
This is a collage of all that shit I've done at night. from hooka, trees, drinking, performing, talking to drunk girls (Im still mad I left the venue that night...like a dumbass...) looking at lame underground rappers on stage (some on coke), deep conversations, strippers (possibly on coke) people getting whipped / beat on (voluntarily) and a bunch of other shit.

“The Death Of Broken Pen”

I heard the beat he sent me, and i knew i had to make something epic over this. So i decided to do 100 bars over this. I wrote one 100 bar verse in 2008, but i ended up not liking it and wrote a new one in 2010 and it ended up being one of the more intense peaces of writing ive done in a while. It involves me constantly dying and waking up to a new scenario everytime, talking to the devil, selling my sanity so i can keep my soul, and a bunch of other crazy shit. You have to listen to it to understand how it all flows together. I might say fuck rap and write stories.....I got it like that.

peace.

Black Wendesday part 1 out of...shit, i dont know....

Click here to download the album.

Props to Detective Tuesday for the cover art. Shit is crackwater status.

In releasing this album I thought I would take time to break down my thoughts on this album so you can gain more of an understanding of what I was going for when i was writing for the project.

I called it "Black Wednesday" because I noticed that whenever in history there is a "Black (random day of the week)", it usually indicates a time where the stock market / economy shot to hell and put the country into a recession. I chose the day of wednesday, not to refer to a specific instance where the economy made a turn for the worst, I chose it because its the day I was born. So with the recession fully blossoming after I graduated high school, and that being a time in my life where I'm heading out into the world and make a name for myself. So Its like Im born again into a world thats on the whim of money and people doing whatever it takes for the illusion of comfort and control. This album is basically me describing what goes on in this world from my point of view. (along with my boys Cos and Detective Tuesday)

So with this album, I talk about many things. Lack of money, dealings with females, people within my circle of friends, family, religion, politics, partying, depression, how i feel about rap music and a plethora of other things. But in the end, what ties them all together and what makes them all the more interesting is being in a position where myself or the people im with dont have that much money. So it adds an element of frustration and tension to the whole affair. With this tension, I feel its easier to see all the strings and angles to what makes a given situation what it is, rather than me talking about dumb shit that makes no sence, just so you can dance to it.

I dont do that shit, son.

So yeah, thats what it is.
Black Wednesday, bitches

Lesbian Mixtape

Click Here
to download what could be the most Lyrically ambitious, yet intentionally ignorant Mixtapes of the summer...Real shit.

Lesbians.

Come Up Season

knows for a fact people sleep on him, he knows that there are alot of things working againgst him and not for him and that there are certain people that only talk to him when they want something...So I say fuck it. This Is come up season, so either you DTF or you should hop out of my bed, sweetheart.

"Tits or GTFO, ya diiiiiig?"
Much Respect

Heavens No, Hell Maybe...

I dont know what to say about shit. I try to say real shit, but I realize that with certain things you say, they can be affirmations and projections of what I want to happen in the future. So if i talk about how much life sucks, then Im projecting the suckyness that I feel life is full of. With that projection of negative energy, without talking about any positive and uplifting alternatives to counter act the perpetual suckyness of life, then I'm doing nothing but setting myself up for nothing but more bitchassness and mediocrity, thus giving me more shit to complain and bitch about.

I realize that making music can be very powerful for the person who makes it. Whether youre talking about some insecure fantasy bullshit, or talking about how you feel about some shit thats going on, youre confirming those ideals and taking whatever you have from the most intimate part of youre being, and give that to the masses and saying "This is me, take it and leave it"

So after making a handful of songs about how rappers piss me off, females getting on my fuckin nerves, how depressed I feel when I think about my life in its present position, and various other moody ass shit like that, I think Im done. I cant do this shit anymore. Im not saying Im quitting rapping, shit, im not even trying to talk about myself...

I wanna talk about you.]

I know that might sound weird, but fuck it. Fuck what Im going through, or what I'm Going through. All because Im the nigga thats writing the blog that your reading (that only a handful of people give a fuck about anyway) doesnt mean you gotta burn braincells worrying about me, Im good.

But whats good with you?

You constantly getting yourself in fucked up situations because you have some sub-conscious need to constantly get involved in drama, but then find yourself bitching about it later on? Do you see things for what they really are, or do you only see things for what you want to because you can afford to? Do you have Daddy / Mommy issues and make other people suffer because your mom calls you names, and your dad didnt hug you enough? You use drugs as an Emotional Self Defense Mechanism to keep yourself stable in certain situations, rather than an indulgence?

I dont know, Im just concerned.

Bloody Tuesday EP, for yall un-civilized individuals out there...

Click Here to Download the EP.

or...

If that Link sucks, Click here to Download the EP.

Up next, the Lesbian Mixtape. Calling it the Lesbian Mixtape, cuz i dont like niggas.

Royal Arrogance.

Bloody Tuesday

Part of my "Flood The market with your Music" plan Im putting into action for the months of June / July. This EP will be put out before the Mixtape I'm calling "The Lesbian Mixtape", and the mixtape will be used to promote the Collaboration Album Between Malcolm Maximillion called "Black Wednesday".


peep it.

I woke up one day and said to myself " I have bars"

Click here. This is going to be an ongoing series of me saying crazy shit with no beat on.

Royal Arrogance.

We dont buy liquor to drink, we buy it to pour it on bitches....Owww.

My New Favorite Poem

Pablo Neruda is a beast:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-alone/

Happy Mothers Day

Happy Mom day.

Make you mom feel all extra special and motherly and all that shit. Hell, she carried your punk ass in her body for 9 months, show some fucking respect!!!

Oh yeah....

shout outs to all the Milfs out there.

Royal Arrogance, suckas.

if there's a party in your mouth, then we come through with Brass Knuckles and shit.

EARLY.

Weed - Thoughts and Alternatives

Yeah, You already know what the business is. Chances are, If youre reading this entry, than youve probobly done it before. Shit, If you subscribe to this blog or read anything I write, then chances are youre smokin on some decent shit. Im not saying I write blog entries while I'm baked, but half the shit I talk about is pretty left-field, So if you gotta smoke on something or sip on something before you peep my darts, I wont hold it against you.

So now that your all doped up, time to Drop some thoughts on that "Good Good" (If you smokin on that "....ok..." and not that "Good Good" then either re-evaluate your connects, or stop being a cheap-ass.)

Now, Im not talking about its medicinal properties, histories, different strands, how great it is, or even if I smoke the shit. Fuck all that. Im just droppin some darts about what I think about its consumption and how society should deal with it.

Consumption - Ive seen people get on some trife shit over trees. Like, serious fiend moves. Now My thing is, at the end of the day, It's an "Indulgence". An Indulgence is some shit thats nice to have, it feels great as fuck but you seriously dont need the shit in your life. So I try not to stress, cuz cats come through with some shit product sometimes. Shit could be shake, it could be laced, the plants could have mold and a handful of other shit can go down. So hey, Engaging in a Vice/Indulgence at the risk of a handful of fucked up things happen to me? Fuck it, let the chips fall where they may. Treachery is the only student that studies Treachery, so it is what it is.

If you dont get the last line, smoke up, then re-read it. Im not saying Im on some stoner wisdom shit, but some "Good Good" can help you comprehend my Intellectual Gangsterness. If you smokin that "....eh, ok....", then I might have you scratchin your head somethin lovely.

So now speakin of fucked up shit, I want to talk about how I feel the legal side of weed should go.

Q - Hey Broken Pen, Should weed be legal?
A - Hells no.

Whhhhhaaaaaaaat?!?!?!

Nigga....yeah, I said it.

Yeah, can you Imagine going to K-mart to pick up some Afgan? or not being able to decide between Kush or Purp, but some over priced fancy shit, or some run of the mill, discount storebrand shit? Can you even Imagine going to pathmark and seeing a dub? or worse yet, would you rather Support your boy on the corner, or would you rather support a bunch of dudes in suites who make more money in one day than you ever seen in your life, on some Corporate Gangster / Playing Chess with Peoples lives?

Yeah.

But I dont think people should have entire stake outs done on them all cuz they have alot of weed on them. Like the fuck is really good with doin 3+years and a bunch of other fucked up shit goin on even for possession? shit, In Indonesia? READ THIS SHIT.

Real motherfuckin G.

anyway.

I propose that Trees are about as illegal as a Illegal parking. Yeah, really not that severe. Like you know how Jaywalking is technically illegal, but in most areas, you can do that shit in front of cops? Yeah, like that. So since its illegal, corporations can't back it up, but not to the point where you can have your life fucked up if youre caught with a few nicks on you.

soak that shit in.

Royal Arrogance massive.

Gettin Technical on yall un-civilized muttasuckas.....

My Nigga, Moshadee got a tape out that I mastered (Yeah, I actually "Mastered" a mixtape. got all technical and shit!) I produced 1 joint on there called "Go Dumb" which should have a video shot for it sometime soon, but otherwise its still fly.

word.

So Click Here to download The Progression Mixtape and be happy with life

On Muses

Every writer or artist, no matter how prolific comes to the same point. Drained, empty, tapped out back to the drawing board. Looking for answers, questions to ask, ideas, something fresh. Originality would be a godsend. We all know that no idea’s original, there’s nothing new under the sun, it’s never what you do but how it’s done. I quote Nas (the rapper), but he probably got that from someone else (cue ironic laughter). I digress. So at our proverbial rock bottom (comes to me faster than it should) what do we do? I read somewhere that all of the good stories are waiting to be told, somewhere in a newspaper, or in the anecdote of a stranger. It seems we writers are leeches, piecemeal sculptors, petty thieves, beavers gathering wood for our dam. But back to the title. I’ve been burnt out frequently, questioning my own skills and I read a story on the muse Calliope, an immortal woman whom humans use to inspire epic poetry. I later found out about her sisters, who could also be used to inspire different artistic styles and traditions. The Greeks loved this deus ex machina, rabbit from the hat shtick. The prize that falls from heaven into your lap. It got me thinking, what if I had my own muse for writing? A living, breathing, impetus for my pen. I hear photographers get them all the time. If I should be so lucky to find an angel like that to adore and renew my mind, motivate and arouse me, one to actually talk and latch onto, I’d be the happiest man on the planet. What if these muses were out there somewhere, waiting to be used? I doubt they’d be waiting on Facebook, Craigslist or Google (search), or in some bar or coffee house. So I’ll suggest something: instead of a flesh and blood muse or a more impersonal one in book film or audio form, how about simple immersion? Immerse yourself in a feeling, an emotion, an atmosphere. My best writings have always been inspired by an organic source, something real in my life. If you want to write about your past, surround yourself with nostalgia. If its love you seek to manufacture, be around lovers, find a flame, rekindle your romance and so on. This idea is painfully obvious, but maybe the environment to produce the idea is difficult to come by. I’m going to go finish something about death and werewolves by sitting in my dilapidated attic and talking walks to stare at the moon, waiting for something to pop up, at least until my muse shows up, in whatever flesh blood container it chooses (human or otherwise). Remember, atmosphere!

The Truth Vol.3

Now I know its been a while since I've done this, but I feel I need to put yall up on game to some FUTURISTIC shit. Now Im going on a limb with this one. Im putting together 2 words alot of dudes "WISH" would be together to describe someone. alas, I believe I might've struck gold with this one...

"Thick" and "Asian".
yeah, I said it.

You think Im bullshitting?
I pulled up a few pictures, just to show you guys Im playing no games

Her name is "Annie Thao"

yeeeah.

a few more.

Uhhhhhnnnnnnn....
shit is critical.

a couple more...

ok, 2 more. Im having too much fun.


ok. last one, and Im out of here like last Christmas.

for all you Smart Dumb asses out there...

Peace.

Broken Pen x Paranormal

Ignorance.

Part 1.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzMClmWuGC8



Part 2.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxvhLmBMgpA



Promo Overtime
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePQrTjoLABc



Beeeezies.

Broken pen needs YOU.

You know it like a poet, baby doll.

I need some shit. Heres a list I've composed of some things I need to have taken care of in order to fully manifest my gangsterness.

ok, here it is mama.

• More people besides myself to write for Royal Arrogance. Its nothing really, just post up some fly shit and make people say "hot damn, these royal arrogance cats is HEAVY.
• get a dot com. I got the money to take care of that, so yall good.
• get more followers.
  
• get a list of people who can do certain things for free. whether it be graphic design, recording videos or volunteer their girlfriend for a amateur mud wrestling league Im trying to start up.
• finish recording this fucking music.

So thats about it. I need some people who are down to get Belligerent in a Sophisticated fashion.

hit up the
twitter
the official royal arrogance I never update, but I still have
the myspace page I put my music up on. You should listen to my music. My music is AMAZING.

and lets connect, politic, DITTO.
peace
incarcerated scarfaces.

From the darkest parts of Africa...(Part 1)

What it does?

Yeah, Im sorry I dont update. Real Life is a trip. I know its been a while since I actually Blogged about something for the sake of blogging but as I said before, Real Life is a muthafuckin Trip, with or without Depressant substances.

So while I was away, I was making great music, taking long walks, learning how to dance, drinking, and just being an overall gangster in my own right. But one of the main things that seem to hit home is the thought of being a "Black Man" in America. From what society gives me, how society looks at me, to what my own brothers and sisters expect of me because of me being "Black" and a child of the African Diaspora.

Yeah, I used the word "Diaspora", Hoe.

Anyway lets attack this shit.

First off, let me talk about "Being Black". Now If you want to talk about race, the whole concept is too fragile to actually have any logical standing in my opinion. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that If people (mainly people of african descent, but no exclusively) see my dark skin and nappy hair, they assume that I listen to a certain type of music, Im attracted to a certain type of female, I believe in so and so, my religious beliefs are limited to a handful of denominations, and I feel a certain way about social/political policies all because of my darkskin and incredibly nappy hair (shit is so dence, light cant escape it.) So I say this. I would say we as a people are "Black"in reaction to how society treats us, not becuase we are actually Africans in America with dreams of heading back to the motherland . If you look at anyones ethnic / racial make up in America, no one is "pure" anything. No offence, but no matter how you look or where youre from, we are all mutts in our own right. As time goes on more and more mixing will take place within the human community till the whole world is just a big ass version of Brazil. Look at someones ethnic backround, shit looking like a benneton commercial gone wrong.

Shit, theres alot of spooky shit when it comes to the relationship between African Americans and Africans. Long story short (and dont quote me on this, but Im about 87% sure I'm right when I say this) Its people in Africa calling us lazy bastards that dont know jack shit about Africa, yet quick to say thats what they are. You also have African Americans thinking that all they do In Africa is hunt for prey, watch out for Lions and listen to Lady Blacksmith Mambazo all day. Niggas got the game fucked up. word.

So what it all boils down to it (because Im kinda pressed for time at the moment.) when I hear someone call me a "Black Man", there is an automatic tag to my character and being because of my physical appearance and an assumption of racial / ethnic identitiy. But If I'm called just a "Man" Not only does it speak to who I am, and what I stand for but also what other men stand for and can relate to, regardless of racial backround.

I got some more shit to say, but I have to dip.

so until next time....

holler.

Broken Pen presents "The Beat Tape vol.1"

For all you rappers and shit. 25$ non exclusive. Exclusive, contact me.

Click Here to download the tape.

Thank you, and god bless.

(some might be offended by the cover. well, tough titties. no pun intended. PEACE.)

The Diggz EP, bastards.

This is my nigga, Diggz

As members of Ice Grill, we been puttin in work while niggas had they thumbs in they mouths watchin sex and the city re runs.

So homie had this Bangin tape he was working on,"The Diggz Ep" and Im like "son, you gotta let me bless this tape!" So bang, I hosted the motherfucker.

And now YOU (...yes...YOU.) can listen to the tape thats causing quite an uproar in the streets...

"The Diggz EP"
Hosted by yours truely...Broken Muthafuckin Pens.

Click HERE to Download the tape.




Shout out to Ice Grill, Grindtime, Concrete Animals, W.A.A. and everyone else thats on they Ignorant shit.

Holler.

Hercules

Ive been thinking. Since I never had a good valentines day and my birthday is the day after, why havent I said

"fuck worrying about a holiday where you gotta buy shit to show people affection. Why not wait for my birthday which is the day after, and it'll prolly work out better for me any way."

way I guess after all the bullshit, my 21 first year of existence has brought me to this place of understanding. It may not be me being self centered, but for the first time in a long time I find myself saying

"I do not give a fuck out people feel. People just love to hear themselves talk. Fuck this shit."

As time goes on I realize the Adults are like Children, and since almost every job I had has been looking over children, I think I know what I'm talking about. Kids, love to say shit just for the sake of saying shit. The Most obvious observation to the random brain fart, children just love saying shit not so they can say some ground breaking / logical / profound shit, but just to get a reaction. Its the same shit with Adults, cept adults have more of a fucked up sense of Idealism behind there shit.

With that observation, I notice that people say / express certain things about how I do what I do or just general shit about me in general, and often I'm not in the mood to hear the shit, I dont find what they have to say valid in anyway shape or form, and I usually dont go out of my way to ask people about how they feel about a certain facet of what I do, because it takes time away from doing something productive.

twitter status quote from yours truly...

"Do I go to your Job, and tell you how to sweep floors and move boxes? NO. Now let Broken Pen do Broken Pen shit. Assholes."

say whatever you like about the twitter status. But Im just tired of giving a fuck cuz besides this Rap shit, I've been goin through too much shit as of late.

So in the End, fuck rap. This is My theme Song

Aaron Neville - Hercules (1973)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySmdF1hTLS0



G's Up, hoes down. If a Bitch can swim. She gonna drown.

HEY FAT BOY....dont fuck up....

Dont Fuck up.

Welcome home my nigga

DAIN-JUH!!!!!!!




welcome home my nigga.

Happy somewhat New Year, suckers

Yeah, havent been blogging like I should. I have a life offline that needs tending to, and for a blog that has an estimated net worth of over 140$ Its whatever at this point.

Click on the picture to download my new joint "Money over Everything (That's My M.O.)

It's good shit, trust me.

till then, Deuces.