Friday, February 25, 2005

Trouble Crunk on the ones and twos

Mr. Wagon, Meet the Band! if you ain't know better tell somebody

put your preorder in today

to get the dvd of him burning in hell Ldef is the only place you can get it.

i'm going to be rich!!!

something i've noticed

sitting here in the verge of the big touchdown i decided to try watching tv (when my eyes work and headache isn't laced with explosives) and it seems that famous people want much props for having kids. as if being a multimillionaire makes it harder to handle the responsibility of raising kids. the worse thing is that the audience claps like "wow, it's soo amazing!"

finally in the right category

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

my last will and testament

seeing that this cold is going to get the best of me i thought that i'd go ahead and write my will so that this legally binding format of blogging will have it for all to see.

I, L the Don Digital, give all rights to my estate to be given to my 5 (almost six) year old goddaughter. she is to spilt the portion she decides with only wifey and the people linked to this blog. some of them would obviously benefit from certain things but i trust her (yes, she can read) to do what's right.

that includes my bunker.

thank you,


sick day

yesterday was cold as sin and my coat is a whore who likes wind all up in her so i woke up 2 ish knowing that my throat was on the verge of closing up while seeing the bright light beckoning me. so instead of continuing with my pressing world domination plans i have to sit here fully dressed wrapped in a blanket while warning wifey that i may not exist by the time she gets home from work. she claims that all men are punks when it comes to being sick to which i reply i'd to hard to be a punk g'yeah.

maybe i can get some damn writing done. i feel like i was in high school where i'd clean up the whole room repeatedly and organize my books until i was too tired to actual study.

now if it could stop friggin snowing.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Lucky Me

How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong. Nah Mean?
How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga
he never even met that he dont even know and shit?
I think this rap shit is all beef

Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin with stress
Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest
Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless
I'm on the dance floor hot ass vest
You think I'm freakin' these chicks right?
I'try not to brush against they chest
You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped
Swear to everything when I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine
We'll lose two lives, yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve
at the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve
Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me
and I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged
Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God
And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me


You only know what you see,
You dont understand what it takes to be me.

I hate all girls with alterior motives
That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters
Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters
Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed
Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own
Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own
Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome
Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon
You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop
And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock
I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact,
It aint no turning back. Bring It On
Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much
Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me


You only know what you see,
You dont understand what it takes to be me
You only know what you see,
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You dont understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived
I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success breeds envy
I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me
Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny
But G's is heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive
Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up
And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up
Dont grieve for me my art remains
like a dart from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal
Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life
Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife
Next time your thinking heist better be precise
Cause I'm fully prepared. One of us is gon' leave here
I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

Chorus x 4

jay z

Saturday, February 19, 2005

above the rim

that movie got my oral regions sliced a few times, sure a 19 year old should be smarter than to try and figure out how to house razors in his mouth to spit them out smoothly but... i am a firm believer that 19 goes down as the dumbest age you'll ever go through unless you count midlife headrugs and sports cars. i'm older now and i've figured out how to use razors so that the 'i mean business' part spits in the direction i'm not in and i'm working on harnessing those blades to cut through some of the bullshit.

it's been a long week i shouldn't of left without a beat to step to let's just say that it's on.

l the don digital

Monday, February 14, 2005

Sunday, February 13, 2005

"i'd like to kiss you where some brothers won't"

dedicated to Blah Blah Blah, Bonita and h.e.r.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

the Gospel Leprechaun

what happen to kirk franklin? the gospel puffy. i never had much beef with him except for that his video for why we sing was rather suspect with him being in a bedroom and all, but who am i to judge? the thing i always wondered about him is that he never sang but won grammys. he's kinda like a gospel hypeman he'd say the words and the choir would repeat them. i used to be in choir and we had the words burned into our brains before performances but he's choir must have just shown up because he'd have to walk them through every song. dude's videos used to come on after snoop videos on BET. i never quite got what the thought process of playing murder was the case then kirk franklin. just saying.

wifey's parents arrived today. they bought a car and are going to help us with putting wallpaper up and some painting. wifey likes to think that she involved me in the process but this is a fallacy wrapped in an untruth soaked in a lie. she's been walking around staring intently at the walls lately murmuring to herself and even ripped off a section of the wallpaper to "see what's underneath." i on the other hand am not looking forward to doing any extra work with my workload giving me atlas type backaches. regardless, wifey will come home in a while and show me the wallpaper so that "we" agree on it and i'll smile and try and act slightly interested. it's not that i'm not but the overall amount of work, not to mention the discomfort of ish being messed up (we're going to go without a bathroom door for a day or so) really isn't a fun thing when this week will probably be the busiest week i've had so far. i will, however, have a lot of things to say when it comes to the furniture we're going to buy after the wallpaper is done. i have specific ideas for that plus a man must show why he wears the pants from time to time.

it's cool though that wifey's parents are here because we get to ride in a car! this IS a big deal when your used to the train, seriously. i've had 8 cars in my lifetime and never appreciated riding in any one of them as much as i appreciate riding in any car now.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Here we are now

how many times do i have to tell you all that these cats are the truth?

last night/this morning watched the super bowl at an american bar. the ish started at 12:30 am so only the gully showed up, not to mention it was on regular tv for the first time in sweden ever. wifey thought i might stay home and watch it quietly on the couch but watching the super bowl on mute is a paraplegic oxymoron so chris and i rocked it. enjoyed myself though i haven't slept for over 24 hours now and the world is looking fuzzy.

*big yawn*
the sun has finally come out of hiding!!!!! it is a beautiful day outside!! it's actually supposed to be in the 6o's till wednesday :) sorry to those of you who are still bundlin up to go out and face the day. even though the south may be slow, it does have it's benefits.
had fun at the club this past weekend although i was scarred by a couple of things. to join into the mardi gras festivities, they were throwing beads off the you didn't have to do or show anything, but i guess some people were just a little too "overexcited" and thought the world wanted to see there breasts (and of course they weren't just thrown out there once either)! hopefully these girls were drunk enough to NOT remember what they did the next morning. unfortunately, i am stuck with the memory. and i know that alcohol does lower your inhibitions, but when you wear an extremely short skirt to the club and you feel the need to be face down the whole night, please keep in mind that others dancing around you and upstairs might not want to see your ass and thong!! the girls skirt was completely flipped up on her back! i guess i should have just went to the strip club since i was surrounded by tits and ass anyway.
nonetheless it was a fun night and i'm just thankful that no one felt the need to start fightin or shootin.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Mar-tina Luther King?

great point


black women with bare feet? this is how someone stumbled across my page from Yahoo. i looked at that search and Ldef came up as 35 on the 4th page, which means that you, dear strange person, are into some ish i'd rather not know about but 'whatever floats your boat or finds your lost remote' (c) Andre 3000. as long as your not hurting anyone but i will apologize that we here at Ldef were unable to help you in your search of 'black women with bare feet' our only usage of that that included those words was the quote of for women by Reflection Eternal. Once again we apologize any inconvenience.

thank you,

Ldef staff

Yahoo! Search Results for black women with barefeet

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Ossie Davis

Friday, February 04, 2005

Thursday, February 03, 2005

how can anyone look so much like a female but act like a man? i don't mind having a roommate but i might as well be living with a guy.... no offense to those of the opposite sex! what kind of person uses the last of the toilet paper but then does NOT change the roll, or if you're lucky enough to have some tissue in there after she uses the bathroom it's resting on top of the empty carton that's still swinging from the holder!! what is that about? if you see that the trash in the kitchen is full, do you keep piling garbage on top of it? do you start a new bag without removing the old one from the trash can? and if you do remove the old one, how long are you going to let it rest next to the trash can that is now being piled high with new waste?!?! we both go out of the same door each morning, we both see the same dumpster at the end of the parking lot. WHY can you not take the trash out just as easily as i can? and one last thing.... why is it that i can tell whenever you've been in the room snacking? it's like following a kids crumb trail! how old are you again?
maybe it's the weather that's making me irritable. i just wish that the sun would show it's face again?! where did it disappear to? this is the south, i expect it to be warm or at least bright, but here we go again with another cold, dull, dreary day! urgh, how depressing.....

i don't know

great picture but what will happen to my harlem?

Baby Boy

last night wifey and i watched baby boy and i must confess that it was uncomfortable watching it on swedish tv. first off, the premise for this movie is intelligent, though john singleton had painted himself into a corner by then (cali street culture's cause and effects).

in case you've never seen it it's about the perpetual childhood placed on black men by society and themselves, good point. the problem is that it's an oversexed, unrealistic portrayal of black life in general with no real tangible cause and effect. the characters aren't more than cartoon-ish stereotypes that others view already as pure fact and it does nothing to suggest that they honestly evolve. it also paints the picture that black males are prone to, and indifferent to, beast-like violence. now place that in a country that's 90% homogeneous and bleeds stereotypes because there isn't anything to dispel them. i won't even start on swedish black kids' lack of understanding of what it really means to be black (c) ice cube.

not a good thing.

right now there are people who are dying to ask (and will) any black person about some of the things they "learned" from watching that last night and it irks me to no end.

i've tried to explain to countless swedes that there are 30 plus million black americans (compared to 9 million swedes) and the idea that 30 million people could all fit into any stereotype is utterly ridiculous. it doesn't work... and it seems that the cosby show has conviently disappeared, or was viewed as pure fiction. regardless it seems irresponsible for this movie to be shown here. as to how to balance out something like that i haven't a clue, it's just frustrating to have to deal with the repercussions.

i've got so much problems on my mind, refuse to lose.. (c) Public Enemy