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Hello, hello kiddies,

Daddies back with new tales of musical decadence, physical suffering and delight. So take a seat, put up your feet, and enjoy the literary treat.

I've received allot of questions lately about what I've been doing on the creative front since the album dropped. So for my hardcore fans, I decided to give a sneak preview of a new track. It's unmixed and raw so I'm only leaving it up for a week. Like I said last entry I've been moving in the shadows and shade hustling collabos with catz from all points across the globe.

I did move into the light long enough to catch the Saigon show at the Melkweg two weeks ago. I've been hearing the buzz about Saigon for a few years now without an album, so I was curious to what his stage show would be like. The tickets cost a grip but Nemo got Blix and me in on the guest list so we only had to pay half price. The show started thirty minutes late but the crowd didn't care cuz the wanted to see if the Yard father (what he calls himself) could get busy.

When he finally did hit the stage with two of his cohorts and the DJ, he ran through a impressive hour-long set. He had some strong lyrics and banging beats, the crowd was feeling it. Periodically he would stop between songs to let the audience know his mom was sick in the states and he was having problems dealing with it, so he was drunk and high. The funny thing is... he was in Amsterdam! Most of the artists who come here get drunk and high, so the crowd was used to it. After finishing his one-hour set Saigon and company quickly bounced from the venue. As they filed out the exits most of the crowd said they enjoyed the show but it was too expensive.

I shot the video for Welkom 2 Amsterdam a few weeks ago with my peeps at G-traxxx. We're in the final stages of editing so it should be on the site in two weeks. The video was shot all over Amsterdam so it has a blend of monuments, ghettos, and local hangouts. In the video you will notice I'm wearing a cast, cuz I broke my thumb in two places and tore the ligament that connects my thumb to my index finger. How did achieve this marvelous massacre of my metacarpal musculature? Well the truth is I was doing a thing. When I say that most people assume that it was something violent. I keep telling people i´m not a violent person, situations happen around me that lead to violence. I would love to say the injury came from some hillbilly style bar brawl with chairs being thrown and windows being smashed but the truth is far less sensational.

What really happened is I was shredding some powder at Snow Planet (indoor winter sports complex) when I decided to be adventurous and jump the kicker (ramp) and do a cab 540 (one and a half rotations). I landed to far forward, fell on the hands and broke my thumb. It was my first time trying the ramps at Snow Planet, usually I stick to the slopes. I'm one of like twenty or so people that board during the summer cuz the park is empty and you can board or ski all day off one lift ticket. I never learned how to ski but I respect the skill and technique it takes to compete in the freestyle form.

I was supposed to wear the cast for six weeks , but after two the plaster started bleaching my skin and itching like ants were under it. Against the recommendation of my doctor and under the warning of permanent damage I cut my cast off with scissors and ate some Ice cream. I gotta say, "I feel great". Of course later if i'm still unable to write my name with a pen I might be chirping a different tune. This goes to show you... intelligence doesn't mean wisdom.

Since my hand is mangled I can't write (with pen and paper) which is something I did on a daily basis. To distract me from what I can't do I read a few books that I had heard about but never had time to read. I read Pimp (by Iceberg Slim), Whoreson, Black Gangster, and Dope fiend (by Donald Goines), Chopper and Chopper 2 (by Mark Brandon Read) and a few books my sister sent that we won't discuss. I know allot of people that hate reading and get tired from reading anything more than a comic strip. I don't give a fuck what anybody thinks I love reading and although I hate that I can't write, I'm enjoying some of the books people have been recommending.

That's it for now boyz and girlz, check out the track of you like it holla back!

Til then, Be Well

Tha One an Only


Sinister Ambitionz is released my people so get you copy while they're in stock.

Cuz I'm blowing up the block, round the clock until my heart stop.

The beast is off his leash running rampant around the globe!

Infiltrating your system like a Alien probe.

Yeah I'm buggin right now but I got a right to. I worked hard on this project and allot of other people did to, so holding it my hands is the culmination of all that creative energy.

Here are some people who donated their time and energy to this project. My colleague Liz (Lamchop) Harnden, Jo Seaton, Steven (Mr. Multiful) Postma, Blix, B1, Playa 1, Boy, Sliscobarrs, The whole Pitu fam (Chi-man, coffe, Planga, Biggz, Rapadelic, Shokk-E, Cannibal Stlye), DJ Nemo, DJ Sniper, NLZ, Planet Asia, Misstrezz, Chappell, Arjun, Raul, and Ghost, Planet Asia, Walt Liquor, Jose Neto and Rebel-D Records. There are to many to name here but cop the album and look in the label copy for the full list.

Right now you can buy the album at a million online spots and Fat Beats physical stores. Within the next 4 weeks it will be available in Asia (China, Japan, Taiwan, etc…), UK, US, Canada, and rest of Europe.

Also things are really hectic because, I'm about to move, set-up a tour, and release a string of collabos with catz from the US to the Ukraine, so expect to hear some wild news in the coming weeks.

Til then, Be Safe…and go BUY the album

Tha One an Only


Greetings and back the fuck up! That is how I'm feeling right now my blog reading patrons. If my liberal usage of street vernacular and curse words offends you, stop reading this fucking blog right now.

For the stout hearted who continued beyond this point lets get my grievance clarified. I went to Houston Texas for a week (from Feb. 6-12th) to tie up some legal business and the trip fucking sucked. Not just sucked in the general sense I'm talking about sucked on the gargantuan level that makes you want to stop traveling. I don't like to dwell too much on negativity so I'm going to keep this short and lay the whole ugly fucking ordeal out for you before I go to the kitchen make a sandwich then get some sleep.

I leave Schipol Airport in Holland and there's snow falling on the ground so you know I'm bundled up. When I arrive at Bush International Airport in Houston its so hot people are wearing shorts and tank tops. It was so hot in my winter gear, by the time I reached customs I was so sweaty it looked like I had showered in my clothes. Since I was coming from Amsterdam like everyone else from the plane I was wearing a big coat. I took off my coat, shoes, watch and everything else, walked through the detector and didn't set off any alarms or lights. I walked off and started to take my shoes and other items off the conveyor belt when I see two guards whispering to each other like school girls. I second later their asking can they search my person and when I get my luggage I need to take I to examination room B. Needless to say they opened my luggage and rolled it through the X-ray machine, then searched me only to find nothing.

Did these stupid muthafuckas actually think I would try and bring treez into the US? Better yet did they think I would try bringing treez into a place that produced GWB and still hangs niggaz? Hell NO! Needless to say they found nothing and ended up offering a generic apology on protocol and custom reports about attempted smuggling of weed into the US. We both knew it was a lie which is why instead of responding I just scratched my nose with my middle finger before walking out to get a cab.

From there things didn't get any better. Do to some error in communication my colleague booked me a hotel almost 30 minutes from where I had to be the next day. If you ever been to Houston you know its fucking HUGE, so if you don't got a car and aren't rich enough to take taxi's everywhere you better be staying close to where you need to be. So after some calls and rushed rearranging I end up in a halfway decent place only 15 minutes away from court. The next day was a catch 22 cuz I won my legal battle but didn't get compensation. In essence it was a waste of time and a fuck load of money, only for a fat man in a robe to say I was right and this dude owes me some money…but he's only going to make him pay 1/4th of what he owes. Reading that last statement you're probably rubbing your head in slight confusion. Well my courageous reader I was also like, what the fuck? So I asked the clerk if I could speak to the judge cuz he didn't explain why he awarded me such a small judgment. At first the judge was going to talk to me but then the clerk told him I seemed a little upset and he changed his mind. At that point I felt like the clerk was a little bitch and I wanted to slap the taste out his fucking mouth, BUT I restrained that impulse cuz I knew nothing positive would come from it, plus I didn't want to stay in Texas any longer than I needed to.

Once court was done I had nothing left to do but network. I called my homie Big Jamie this six foot eight guy who worked on my video shoot and does security for some of the local catz, only to find out he was out of the city on tour with Chamillionaire. I called a few of my other people but most of them were going through the day to day grind trying to make ends meet, so I ended up rolling solo for most of my trip. Here's the quick breakdown of my night life experiences, clubs, bars and any where that serves liquor closes at 2am in Houston. There are after party clubs but they can only serve fruit juices and energy drinks. I went to Club Hush, a huge multi-floor club playing only Hip Hop music. The crowd was rowdy and barely twenty-one, so allot of fights were happening in the parking lots. Chingo Bling a southern MC who also makes tamales performed that night. He gave a pretty dope show. Texas shows allot of love to their own artists especially in the Houston music scene. Next I went to club Rich's, an alternative lifestyle club that had some of the most stylishly dressed ladies in the city. The party didn't stop until six am when I left exhausted and hungry enough to eat a bear. 

Next to my hotel was this bar called Scoreboards a local watering hole where they have pool darts and cheap liquor. Every time I walked in the bar, I felt like norm when he walked into cheers, cuz after meeting me once everyone knew my name. I would play a few games of pool at Scoreboards then head out to a different spot each night. In downtown Houston they have a club district with five or six clubs in close proximity so if you don't like the music at one you can walk a few feet and try somewhere else. I went to the Toke Bar, Pink Monkey, and BlackLight. They were all okay but nothing spectacular to report. It was also Marte Gras weekend in Galveston the Texas Bay Area (Yes, Texas does have a bay area) so most of the crowd was on the beach watching college girls give their best rendition of Girls Gone Wild for plastic beads.

I met a few cool people while I was there I gotta give a shout out to my man Casper, Eva the waitress with the fluffy bags of blueberry and finally Bryan the night watchman. Most of the other people seemed like docile sheep following their leader to world war three. I know that seems like a severe subject change but its not. While I did meet some cool folks most of the other people complained about what the president is doing with the country and wanted Texas to be declared its own country, separate from the rest of the US. There was allot of debate on whether more surveillance was better for all Americans and the overall response was. "NO!" no one thinks its right to give up their civil liberties in exchange for false protection. Wire taps, phone taps, surveillance of you home, bank transactions, and credit reports all in the search for terrorist that have yet to be identified is unconstitutional. Anyone who listens to the new legislation being passed which justifies the corrosion and abolishment of everyone's constitutional rights would rebel after watching one hour of CNN…but no one is...cuz most don't watch the news…and even less care about exercising their voting rights…but they ALL complain.

When I was leaving I had to go through the same airport I flew in on and as if it was scripted I had this woman in front me who spent almost an hour complaining about changing her ticket. She took so long that I had to apologize and tell the attendant that my flight was leaving in 45 minutes and I needed to get to the gate. The racist bitch told me that I should've said something earlier and that now she couldn't help me cuz I had to be there 1 hour before an international flight. I was like are you kidding me? I've been standing in front of you for almost an hour and you've been looking at me the whole time you've been assisting that woman. She was really going to be a bitch cuz she said she couldn't help me again and attempted to close the counter, which would've forced me to go to the end of the next line and miss my flight home. By some twisted stroke of luck or fate finally cutting me a break, the woman whose name was ironically Olga, fit the short, fat, troll-like appearance her name mentally conjured. Her supervisor was standing close enough he heard what was occurring and pulled her aside and said a few words to her. A moment later she assisted me with my ticket and checked my bag in on standby, with her supervisor watching he every move. I caught one more break cuz my bag made it just in time to catch my plane directly to Holland. I was never happier to board a plane than I was that Sunday morning. I got allot of love for my peeps in Texas but I wont be going back there for awhile.

While all this was going on I managed to get the new album pressed up, and expand the company distribution through all of Asia. The new album is lyrically and sonically Dope! I improved on all aspects of my artistry, everything from songwriting, production, style of delivery, plus hot collaborations. I really display growth with this project so I just hope all you'll ear it in the music. We're about to have a Album release party on March second so if you're from Amsterdam or going to be in Holland on that day come through have a beer, smoke some treez, relax and bounce to some good music. The way I see it is, if this is the end of days and end of mankind, we mine as well celebrate cuz its the last time. It's 4:38am and I need food.

Til Next Time, Be Safe

Tha One an Only


Greetings my music craving, video watching, blog reading, hip hop hooligans! I just got back from a week in Cannes, France attending the annual Midem and 2007 is starting off as a positive year.

I met more people (business contacts) this Midem than I met the entire last year. The first two days I was in Cannes it rained like the end of days, but by the third day it was back to sunshine and airbrushed skylines. Any of you who read about my last Midem experience know what I'm talking about and if you don't know about the weather in Cannes you need to visit. Cannes is the French Riviera and it is gorgeous! Clear blue waters, clean beaches that stretch further than the eyes can see, stone caves, subterranean beach enclaves, warm weather, good food, and more fashion than you can imagine. Damn, I love that town.

Business went really well, I met and chilled most of the trip with JDL and Big J from All Access. JDL is short for James De La Raza one of the original chief editors of Source magazine. This is a real street cat from the days of Benzino and Mays who helped build the source to the global phenomenon it is today. He's also a reformed Latin King and one of the main influences in bringing the Reggeaton movement to the US. He's also instrumental in getting Daddy Yankee his cover of the Source and other success. JDL is a real humble dude, who deservers allot more credit that people give him for…but that's a whole different conversation. If you want to read more on the whole De La Raza aka "El Contender" verses Daddy Yankee go to his webpage <a href="" target="_blank"></a> an hear what's really poppin.

Anyhow, JDL was with this cat Larry aka Big J who looks like he stepped right out a scene from the 50's. He's this 60 year old hippie who looks 40 that loves Reggeaton music and supports JDL. His dad was part of the ultra exclusive Friar's' Club (the club that Sammy Davis Jr, Frank Sinatra, James Dean, Johnny Carson, etcetera were a part of) so he was a honorary Friar. Understand, he was born into millions and because he's been around successful businesses his whole life he's made allot more millions. No joke, this is one rich dude. The only thing is Big J has all that cheddar and no sense of style. He would wear these hideous boat-shoes mixed with male clogs called "crocs." I swear by all that lives and breathes that these have to be one of the ugliest pairs of foot apparel in creation. I don't know what twisted drug induced hallucinogenic state of desperation caused Big J to try on these shoes, but for whatever reason he tried them on and never took ém off. Big j says they're the most comfortable shoe he's ever worn. I tell ém I'll take his word for it cuz I would never be caught dead wearing those shoes. Plus any guy in NYC seen wearing them runs the risk of being arrested by the fashion police.

Most of the Midem we were inseparable. JDL and I would ditch Big J every once in awhile cuz his clothes were out of control, but other than that we were the click. There were all types of celebrities and celebrity wannabes running around Cannes during Midem week. I met Won G the Haitian prince, Hood Surgeon (Dr. Dre's son), Christina Aguilera during the NRJ awards, George Clinton from Parliament Funkadelic and a whole lot more. It was dope meeting George Clinton aka Doctor Funkenstien the most sampled man in Hip Hop. The man has to be pushing 80 and is still making music. He's a real living legend and I have nothing but respect for him and his legacy.

The Hood Surgeon was cool people too. Actually the whole Nu West staff was cool peeps and I really connected with Erick (the inventor) Hall. This dude isn't just a inventor; he deals in real estate, music, hospitality services and a whole lot of other things. Similar to Big J, he is another millionaire, except Eric is a self made millionaire. Eric is where I see myself being in 5 years. Hood Surgeon and I vibed a little on the rumors, why he didn't come in the game under his dad's wing, and why some people hate cuz of envy. What he said made sense and from our conversations about the biz I could tell his mind is focused right. He put out a mixtape with DJ Warrior that's burning up the west coast so it won't be long before homie breaks through to mainstream.

There were allot of catz from Canada this year. This one label Urban Heat coming out of Montreal, was interesting. The owner is the guy who calls himself the "Mexican Jew," and the entire time we were at Midem I never heard one track. They were supposed to be there for business and maybe they were. The thing is for the whole Midem their talking about getting a distribution deal, but I only seen them party. These other catz called Slap Jack from Lithuania had production that was off the meat rack. I've never been to their country but if they send me the ticket and pay for my hotel I'm there.

I cut a track with this local click called Planet Des Zink from Nice West while I was there. These two catz Kaine and Gek coming out of Nice West which is the hood, had some Cannabis Vodka and swisher sweet blunts. We met at a party for the Midem cuz people kept asking me if I had weed (I was coming from Amsterdam) since I looked like I smoke. My man Gek had the weed, so we got together and started talking shop. We finished the blunt and the next day I was up in Millionaire studios cutting a track. Gek and Kaine are the lyricist and Dope is the producer. Their music is similar to Snoop crossed with MOP with a dash of Naughty by nature to make it rowdy. We cut a dope party track talking about seeing hot girls at club Martinez that night. The song is a perfect mesh of French and English rhymes alternating over a west coast bass line and if you want to hear the track… and you know you WANT TO, go to <a href="" target="_blank"></a> an listen to the track titled ineditparty tonight.

Other than the endless parties, free drinks and copious amounts of illicit pharmaceuticals, the view alone is worth visiting Cannes. The nightlife gets bumping around 11pm every night except Monday. The choice of music is primarily House, Dance, and top 40. If you're looking for a real Hip hop party (not hosted by Midem) you need to go towards Nice or Monaco. I was kicking it at this one club the "Why not 4 U" allot cuz the owner Patrick is cool people and his DJ this cat named Florent would play my music in the club. They gave me allot of love and allot of alcohol so of course they get an honorable mention. I plan to go back this summer cuz there's Hip Hop festivals in the summer and Gek is finding me a cheap spot to stay. It doesn't cost much to get there it's the hotel costs that kill your wallet, so we're going to make it cheap but efficient.

The album is done and ready to hit the streets so all my energy is focused on completing last minute details. I fly back to Houston, TX on the 7th of February to handle some other business so I'll definitely be connecting with some of the local catz like "Golden Boy &amp; Ivy" while I'm there. I'll be in the south for a week then its back to Europe to tour for the album. It's been a crazy few weeks and since it's only January I got 11 months left to share experiences that will BLOW YOUR MIND. I hope your helmets strapped on and you're buckled in tight, cuz it's about to be one bumpy ride.

Til Next Time, Be Well

Tha One an Only


Hello my friends I'm back again. Running thru Berlin, chasing dividends!

You read it right, I will be in Berlin, Germany from September 19-23rd attending the Popkomm music conference. This will be my first time is Berlin so i'm not sure what to expect. I was in Frankfurt, Germany back around 10 years ago attending the Oktoberfest with some military friends of mines. That was allot of debauchery. Partying and drinking lager or dark beer until you either puked, passed out or woke up in some strange place wondering where the hell you were. I doubt Berlin will be anything like that, plus if it was I don't think people would get much done.

My goal is to connect face to face with some of the contacts I made over the years. Aside from old connects I made allot of new contacts through MySpace. MC's, singers and producers who all say they're doing it big so I want to meet up and see what's poppin. The German market is 70% urban and the country itself is HUGE. Comparatively speaking Germany is like putting the east, west, mid-west and dirty south markets all on one spot. So I'm gonna holla at some folks, maybe check out a few of the hoods in Germany and see which people are serious about music and which are bullshitting.

While i'm on the subject of serious artists here's a update on the Sinister Ambitionz project. I'm about to drop another single of the album just for my Holland fans cuz they give luv so they get luv like that. It's called "Welkom 2 Amsterdam," and its fucking BANANAS! It features Mistrezz the female MC on the track "Club Drama" off my last album International Hustler. It also features the R &amp; B vocalist Chappelle out of the ATL.

Most people come to Amsterdam and think the city is country by itself. When you hear people talk about their travels they say "While I was on vacation I went to France, Spain, Italy and Amsterdam." Matter of fact when I talk to some of my peeps in the states and say i'm in Holland the Netherlands, they ask me "Isn't that where peter pan lived? (No Joke) Allot of people are seriously ignorant to any place outside of their city, state or country.

Anyhow the concept behind the song is to let folks know that Amsterdam is more that women, weed, windmills and wooden shoes. It's a dope city outside of the weed and redlight district. You got all four elements if hip-hop (DJ's, Graf artists, MC's and B-Boys) all around you. That's why so many catz from the US come here for shows and tours. Since those other topic have been played to death in either movies like "Cheech and Chong, Duece Bigalow," ectera or by other artists like Ludicris's "Redlight District" I talk about the actual people culture.

The lyrics are dope, the hook is infectious and catchy, once you hear it it stays in your head for days. I'm not trying to hype it up but this song ain't bananas it's fucking COCONUTS! Once it's released I'll post a snippet on MySpace so you can judge for yourself. In the mean time if you're in Germany holla at'cha boy for a meeting. As for everyone else, stay tuned cuz once I get back I breakdown what I saw in the German scene. 

Til Then, Peace

Tha One an Only