Hustling in the Blood

Fresh off the plane and I'm back on the grind.

Hello kiddies,

I'm back on the grind after my two week US tour. If you read my last blog you know I jumped through more states than a kid hopping on a pogo stick. I Also said I would give you the scoop on what happened while I was gone. Well fasten you seatbelts kiddies cuz daddy has a story to tell... and its going to be one bumpy ride.

I started out in Miami on May 27th so I could do a show on the 28th. Right off the plane I was hit with waves of heat so intense it felt like a blow-dryer set on high was blowing directly into your face. Once I made it out the airport into the city I saw how serious memorial day weekend was in Miami. There were people crowding the streets from one end to the other. You couldn't stake two steps without someone bumping into you. Imagine the most crowded club or party you've ever attended then magnify that by ten and add on ten degrees of heat and no air conditioning. (For Real) I spent the majority of my time hitting up the beach and the strip where all the clubs are. I wanted to get a real feel for Miami without being to much of a tourist. Every club was packed to the gills and most played top forty music.

My show was held at the Paradise lounge and the organization was seriously messed up. I was scheduled to perform at 11pm but since the host started the party late they had to re-arrange the performers order so I ended up going on at 2:30am. Most of the acts were by this guy called the "Bling King" and true to the name almost all the songs were southern style about how much bling they had in their wrist or in their grillz. Plus what really bothered me was everyone who performed used their original track and lip synced to their own songs. None of the people before me spit their flows live, and to me that's not real showmanship. When I performed I brought that rugged east coast lyricism to the party and had niggaz nodding their head and giving me dap ...while spitting. Not to boast but I definitely brought some different flavor to the party by spitting every verse live and with the energy of a steroid charged bull high on caffeine let loose in a china house. After my show I was disgusted with the way things had been organized so I bounced out and checked out the club scene. Just like the night before things were super crowded on the strip and everyone not clubbing was sitting outside their hotel rooms just drinking and hollering at people walking by. It was a scene straight out of ghetto Boyz in the Hood minus the gunplay.

Don't get it twisted, Miami is a beautiful city, one look at the clear blue water and scenic landscape will tell you that. I just wish I had chance to enjoy it without being mashed between a million other people like I was a fish in a sardine can. Anyhow I left the next day after spending a few hours chilling in a Salsa club that had live performers called Mangos. It was a nice spot playing Salsa, Meringue, and allot of other jams with a Latin vibe.

I flew from Miami to Chicago and got stuck in O'Hare airport for several hours cuz thirty minutes after I arrived we had thunderstorms so severe air traffic control had to cancel most peoples flights. As you read on you'll find that rain is a daily theme during this trip Anyhow I made it from O'Hare in Chicago to Bradley Int'l in Hartford CT several hours late. After riding on a plane that was a exact duplicate from a scene in FinalDestination. The plane was shaking so hard from the turbulence that the flight attendants couldn't roll the beverage cart without banging it against someone's chair. It got so bad that the captain had to tell the attendants to sit down and strap themselves in. All around me people were whimpering and one guy two rows ahead of me to my left started clapping his hands together praying to whatever deity he held in high regard. It was a fucking TRIP!!! Words can't express how happy I was to be back on the ground in Hartford.

My homie Big D picked me up at the airport and gave me a ride to Springfield, MA where I visited my mom sisters and cousins. It was strange being back in my home town cuz everyone and everything had changed for the worse. Most of the peoples houses were run down and allot of family was out of work. Times are very hard for the working class in the states and regardless of how the news wants to portray the US economy as doing better, it is lie cuz it's only better for the rich. My visit in the field was four days of which I went to all my old haunts to get footage form my new DVD. One of the first places I went was back to the projects I grew up in Robinson Gardens aKa the RG. It looked pretty much the same as when I had been growing up there, a mix of black and brown skin all mixed together in a area the size of four city blocks. I didn't stay long cuz seeing my people live in such poverty without being able to help always depresses me.

Almost everyday I was there it rained and on one of the days it had thunderstorms so strong they had flooding on the streets, hail the size of quarters and winds up to sixty miles per hour. On my last day there June fourth it finally stopped raining so I took advantage of the clear weather to get some pics of downtown and visit the Basketball Hall of Fame which Springfield is famous for... only to have it be closed. Luck wasn't with me while I was home and it didn't get much better with I was in New York.

I rode down to New York with my homie Big D and two of his Co-workers. We went to this place called Club City who hosted a party by Hot 97 every Sunday. The party was flavor but what they didn't tell us on the radio was that it was reggae the whole night. At some point one of D's friends got bored with the monotony of the music so we went over to Club Speed. Now if you've never been to Speed you cant relate to what I'm saying and if you have you know exactly what im talking about. Club Speed is one ghetto ass club..FOR REAL! They charged $40 for men and $20 for women, only to have you take off your belts, baseball caps, du-rags, cigarettes and lighters before entering the club. The killer is they make you throw your du-rag away cuz they say it can choke someone out. After going through all that and paying that crazy price we get in the club to find out that their playing reggae all night too. Since we paid so much of course we stayed for awhile but around 5am it was time to get some food so we hit a diner and Big D and his friends rolled back to Hartford while I stayed in the NYC. I spent the next day rolling through Money Making Manhattan taking in the sights playing the tourist. I have madd family in Brooklyn, Bronx, and Long Island but none in Manhattan so I wanted to see the city. I took some nice pics of Manhattan and bounced on the Greyhound bus line at 4:30am that same night cuz I had to fly out to Las Vegas the next day.

I flew to Vegas in relative ease and finally thought the rain was behind me. I was wrong I got there at around 5:30 Vegas time and by 7 the rain had caught up. They had lightning storms setting off brush storms in the mountains and flooding on through most of North Las Vegas. The only thing about it is the storms would come and go so the streets had a chance to clear before becoming water logged again. Las Vegas was dope I got to see some former colleagues, family and go bowling at 3am in the Orleans casino cuz bowling is 24 hours. Out of all the places I visited Vegas was the funniest. Now I know it might seem like I'm giving Vegas praise but don't get it twisted it is still the wild west and while watching the news it reminded me of how wild it gets.

On memorial Day weekend, while I was doing a show in Miami, the city of Northern Las Vegas was having a Unity Bar-B-Q. Since it was about unity some brainchild decided to invite to rival gangs without alerting anyone. So the two gangs see each other and beef pops off ending in 7 people getting shot 4 of which die and the remaining three in critical condition. Now here's the mind blower.. none of the seven people shot were in either gang, they were all innocent bystanders in the wrong place at the wrong time. How messed up is that? You go to a Unity Bar-B-Q for a burger and end up eating a bullet. Shows you how some people feel about unity.

Anyhow after two days in Vegas and a million shots of the strip I bounced back to Holland where I slept for about 16 hours. Once I woke up I contacted all my peeps to start banging out the hits, cuz hustling is in my blood and although allot of catz like to talk about what they're going to do...I believe actions speak louder than words. So be ready cuz Sinister Ambitionz is coming and if you haven't seen the videos for "I Maintain and Diggin U" yet you need to log onto <a href="http://www.tygervinum.com" target="_blank">www.tygervinum.com</a> or my <a href="http://www.myspace.com/tygervinum" target="_blank">myspace</a> page and take a peek.

Til Next Time, Be Well

Tha One an Only

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