paullyeast.com is bland. trust me, i’m doing things to make it extra dope. you just have to wait, i know nobody cares; so it shouldn’t be hard. who am i talking to? no one. i need those bapesta ghostbusters like no other. and the kanye ones. i dig bapes.
i follow wiz khalifa, curren$y, kid cudi, and asher roth like a cult.
go to idopeboy.imstrate.com, and scroll down to see your favorite rapper. it’s a ridiculous feeling seeing myself on a blog with a download link to my song and a picture i did in photoshop for ten minutes. awww yeah!
i have i can transform ya stuck in my head; awful.
driving around doing stupid stuff because my sundays suck.
when i get home i’m going to murk the popular demand beat.
i always wanted to a run a super successful hip hop blog but tried and failed, three times. it is just to hard being a rapper and posting other rappers stuff. i don’t know, random thoughts.
halo three all night
i put a nine percent echo on my vocals.
what up
[explicit] braces. [explicit] orthodontist who tell me my braces will be off by december, and then change it to the end of january.
album purchase, wiz khalifa, deal or no deal.
sucks.
paullyeast.com
charles is back
just finished my driving lessons. getting my license soon; getting my grown man on.
snipe. we will become the best of friends. <html>is my best friend</html>
it is starting
i can just feel myself entering a beat/writer’s block. eff-en-aye.
i am back. haven’t heard from me in a minute a week. blame it on the alcohol swine flu, one hundred and three [point five] fevers are not fun at all. i wish i could say i wrote a bunch of rhymes, or made a bunch of beats, or designed a bunch of clothes, but i didn’t. because i had swine. but i’m back, not fully though because of this nasty cough and running nose combo, but soon enough i’ll be back to one hundred percent.
“i spit to vicious, that i upset the piglets”
i covered buzzin by shwayze with my one of my biggest homeslices ever, what up adam; not like you’ll read this. we literally spent two hours upstairs in this old church just repeating, and repeating, and [only me] messing up, and messing up. the start to that song? with a dart in the dark with the spark; jesus christ. needless to say i muffed that up during the performance but it’s all good. mad fun times on stage, and the multiple times of us just doing the same verses over and over and over again is something i plan to never forget. i was actually somewhat pissed at my self for not bringing a camera for performance or the preparation. i feel like that would’ve been something ill to look at down the road and being like; it took me one, two twenty five fricken times to get the words right. and yeah, the stanky legg on stage was a crowd pleaser.
attention deficit
stays losing. another twelve months [out in six with good behavior], after he has been building up his buzz for months; with an album out in december. rappers can be the stupidest people ever. no burrr.
got to love two hour meetings where you learn absolutely nothing.
just kidding. ustream.com/channel/paullyeast m-f; 8-9
i’m trying to get myself addicted to tumblr.
got to love asking mad random girls on twitter for
google wave invites
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i was doing so good updated.
doesn’t matter; recorded my favorite song i have ever recorded tonight!
no leakage
i’m chilling after school until i walk to work. working keeps me sane, and it makes studio time better used. and i dig paychecks!
yo tumblr. updating like crazy now. i’m in math class; algebra two, and we have a substitute. he is playing farmville, just kidding. i’m listening to man on the moon, and i might say it is my favorite album of oh nine. but oh ten is mine, time to touch paper.
