my new boy sir kingston and i share bling.

last night sean and i (you know what? i hate those type proper english ways to word things. screw it. let’s start this fresh.) last night me and sean went live on twitter from his hotel room and my ass got handed to me in a freestyle battle. he put me in my place—in a giant jamaican pipe and smoked. burnt! if you didn’t see it, you missed out. last night taught me a lot about preconceived notions. i had heard that sean was a dickhead, and admittedly expected it myself. we had done shows before, but never got a chance to really even meet. i guess when you see a dude with an entourage and some seriously huge dudes rolling around wearing chains worth more than a car, you assume there are egos involved. wrong. great hang. good people. i suppose if your accessing someone who lives in the spotlight it’s more interesting/fun to talk trash rather than saying ” what a great guy!” …i get pretty hurt when I hear talk of me being cocky or mean. i am so humbled by the fact that we get the chance to do what we love, humbled by the fact that people listen, and i can’t wait to start this cycle. i feel reborn in a sense. i guess sometimes you need a good hang, a few laughs, and some real personal time to judge someone’s personality. it’s time put everyone on the same playing field and not let rushed first impressions influence my judgement. you guys should try that too. who knows? maybe good karma will come creepin and someone will give YOU the benefit of the doubt ;). 

i’m stoked to have a new friend. it’s ON this christmas at the big radio shows. this time i’ll be bringing along my A game freestyle instead of my Z game. rematch.

quote of the day:
“collaboration coming on love drunk remix! kingston! boys like girls! get ready you know how we do! WAT A GWAAN!”
-sean kingston