beer and rap: "Bitch i got brain power "

man I never thought this place would still be around after two years. Fucking blogs. Hell the whole reason this shit started was because I was tired of telling people stories so I said I'll just post it on the internet and they can just read the shit. That and I had a website for this record label idea I had that I wasn't doing shit with and I am still not doing shit with. I should just shut that shit down. We'll see maybe some day I'll sell rap music or something. Anyways yeah two years of shit. I never thought I'd have people asking me if I'm "the beer and rap guy" or that the internet could get mad at me as much as it has. Oh the fury that is the comment section. Most people checking the site probably don't know about comments on shit hella old but I get an email everytime you people post a comment. Which means I'm still dealing with people who love early 90's hiphop too much, angry chicanos, krsone fans, people who think I swear too much, dudes who want to beat me up in phoenix, and hiphop dancers who think I'm an idiot. Some of them are great and have such passion for telling me I'm stupid. Even the foreigners who barely have a grasp of english entertain me with their shit. For example I recently had a comment from Nemanja Cetnik that said:

Fuck off you english(american) pussys , with your stupid language and culture.Serbia to Tokio!!!
P.S.Sorry for my bad english

Pretty standard stupid american type shit until the end where he just polishes it off with Serbia to Tokio and then apologizes for his poor english. That's so great. The next time I flip someone off I'm going to apologize for not erecting my middle finger enough. But out of all the comments there has been one superstar that never got the recognition she truly deserved. This girl Nancy who discovered beer and rap by way of my post about Chicanos. Our relationship started out slow with her merely telling me to stop hatin but it soon blossomed as she would post four comments in a row with in an hour. I'd respond and by the next day she'd post another five comments in a row with in 15 minutes of each other and be asking where the fuck I was at. As if I sat around the computer waiting for her. Although I must admit that when ever I got an email for a comment deep down in side I hoped that it was nancy because that girl had such flava. I told nancy that I wanted to make sweet love to her. She said she didn't know what that meant but I know she did. Our love could not be denied. She was probably 14 and dumb as shit but I loved her typos and she taught me life lessons like

Bitch i got brain power and most of all chicano power.

Those are words to live your life by right there.

While I treasure the comments I think the emails show real desire to tell me to shut the fuck up. Sometimes it's just a christian telling me I suck for hating jesus rap but other times it's real gem. One dude wanted to "help me." Apparently he saw beer and rap as a cry for help from a young boy who needed a father figure and a sense of purpose. More than likely he was just looking for sex but it was quite endearing.

It's nice when people think this is a real website and that I'm suppose to be a credible source for information. Some people even make up their own stories about me. On some messageboard I discovered that I wrote some shit about how krsone lost his mind because I'm actually a salty rapper and he didn't help me get a deal so because of this I decided to pay him back by starting a blog. That was touching. Oh then there was the dude who copied and pasted my own shit on his website and then got mad at me for stealing "his" material. Where are you Pretty Flaco? I miss your internet.

Sometimes I wonder why I even do this shit but then I get a comment like this and remember that I do it for the love.