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Describing himself as ‘Hip Hoppish spiritual and a visionary’, Dicey Demeana is a rapper based and raised in Southgate, North London; a fairly ordinary, middle class area, that was also the birthplace of Amy Winehouse. From the age of 16, after believing his lyrics were far better than those around him, but recognising he had much to improve on before he could be compared to his favourate rappers, Dicey went into hibernation and dedicated his time to perfecting every aspect of his game. Building up more and more of a passion for rapping the better he got, Dicey soon became obsessed with perfection, and refused to be showcased until he was comparable to the greats; convinced he had that potential. Four years later, aged 20 and no longer writing his raps down on paper (arrogantly proclaiming ‘if Jay-Z and Biggie can, I can’), Dicey claims to be realising that potential; rapping about everything and anything (literally).

When I came into this game it was my intention to be HONEST. To be RAW. To truthfully express the actuallity of my life.

I did pretty well, I think.

But what I did was NOTHING compared to what this man has done.

This man has crossed a line.

WOW.

SO HARSH.

It’s mother’s day on Sunday as well. Bet he hates Mother’s Day. Shee-it!

Props to Dark Man X who alerted me. If props are appropriate.

IESU GRIST!

PYEEWM!

PYEEWM!

PYEEWM PYEEW PYEEWM!

YES!

It’s like Babies With Lazer Eyes, but with TITS instead of babies! LAZERTITS! AMAZING! Or should I say, A-LAZE-ING! PYEEWM!

Props to Matt Muir.

Pretty much the weirdest thing you’ll read all day. From Ye Ole Morror:

A window cleaner died after stabbing himself in the groin repeatedly with a jumbo souvenir pencil, an inquest heard.

Jeffrey Burton’s family and friends were baffled by his bizarre death, which was recorded as an open verdict because there was no evidence he was trying to commit suicide.

Mr Burton, 57, was found by police in a blood-soaked room in his house in St Leonards, East Sussex, on September 27.

Worried neighbours raised the alarm after they were unable to get hold of him.

When police broke into his house they found Mr Burton lying on his back, wearing only his underpants.

The room was splattered with blood and music was still playing on his stereo. The giant blood-covered pencil was beside him.

He had a deep gash in his upper thigh.

East Sussex coroner Alan Craze told the Hastings inquest: “It’s a mystery to me. If you were choosing to take your own life, that’s not the way you would do it.

“It seems to me that it can’t have been a single stab wound. He seems to have worked on it. The pencil was blunt.”

Mr Burton’s sister Patricia Goodell told the hearing the pencil had sentimental value to her brother as it once belonged to their late mother. The inquest heard Mr Burton had suffered a single psychotic episode in 2006 but when he died he was sociable and healthy and looking forward to a holiday. He had never tried to commit suicide before and did not leave a note.

Mr Craze said: “It doesn’t stack up. Something very strange has gone on. We will never know what has caused him to create this awful wound.”

Wild At Heart X Death Proof / Hanna Barbera. Pretty much. This is flipping hilarious. Especially the over-blatant product placement. I was literally LOLing. Quietly, cos the missus is alseep.

GiAnT in ambition, natch. I dig that. I really really do.

Rah! My ole nemesis Riz joins my girl Envy and my ole pal Eddy TM’s noisesome venture for some super cold BANGAGE. And this video is flipping excellente dot com aboard the dopecopter. Props to the power of PIE. Dang!

FYI, I have done a duet with Envy for my album. It is heart-wrenching. We might perform it at E’s album launch do next week, to which you must ALL COME.

Spotted at X’s gaff.

“Have you even seen a loada guys beating the shit out of each other on old push bikes using baseball bats and dressed in American Football attire?” he muses.

WE NOW YOU HAVE BUBBA!

All this month artist Darren Rawlings is drawing pictures of The Incredible Hulk battering his way through the Marvel Universe. I so approve, this is Freddie.

MERKERY!

Darren explains:

I had to do Hulk vs Iron Man first off, just because of their heated relationship. In my honest opinion, Iron Man is a stinky super hero and has no chance against our green friend. (This coming from a guy who loved Iron Man as a kid and who loves robots and such). Don’t get me wrong, that suit is awesome, but I’ve come to have a healthy respect as of late for Hulk and the real power he has. Hulk vs metal man… no contest. Like opening a can of sardines!

True dat!

Hip-hop Superblogger Par Excellence and trusted enemy of The Machine, Dr Combat Jack  has got a bit of a winner: an inside connect at Rikers Island, where Lil Wayne is currently klocked up in gen pop, clenching his butt-tox and watching sport son a little portable television.

“It’s good to have friends in “high” places,” writes Jack. “I got a friend of mine that’s worked in corrections for years now. At  Rikers Island. Every now and then she shares info regarding celebrity inmates. Like the time famed rapper DMX was locked up on some shit coming in chest all puffed out, hard core and such. But when he was being searched for contraband this one time, he “allegedly” broke down, crying and what not, falling to the ground and screaming out “I can’t breath, I can’t BREATH!” Like he was being manhandled by guards, even though no one laid a hand on him.  Yeah. I get real life, real time info like that.”

And, in that spirit, he’s got the skinny on how Wayne’s first day inside went down. Forsooth:

“So far the prisoners love him. [||]. He’s a celebrated star and they dig his image, his work ethic, his music. There’s a lotta hype surrounding the fact the he’s not in protective custody (PC), but in general population. But it’s not really a big thing. In prison, they treat all inmates like the next. He does have limited protection, meaning there is someone that stays with him at all times. But because of who he is, this is also the norm. There hasn’t been much activity with Wayne, especially since he’s busy undergoing the processing an inmate goes through immediately upon his incarceration. Paperwork, tests, all that. Tomorrow, they’ll be conducting DNA testing, specifically because his case centers around DNA evidence. The only thing out of the norm is the amount of calls the prison has been receiving from Wayne’s people, hounding them with questions about whether he’ll be forced to cut his hair, and a few weeks ago, what would the situation be with him having all them carats in his mouth (I think that’s why they opted to have that emergency dental procedure). Still, like I said before, in Rikers, they’re not concerned with one’s celebrity status.

A couple of guards have been written up, only because they’ve acted like fans, having more personal interaction with Wayne than is procedure, prolly acting all star struck, which, once again, the system does it’s best to discourage. Me getting this info and writing about it here puts my contact at risk of losing her job. Still, we do this for our culture. For the most part though, Wayne has been pretty quiet, staying mostly inside his jail cell. There doesn’t seem to be anyone, any faction trying to get at him in any harmful way, because he’s new and because he hasn’t violated any of the codes customary to inmate living the prison life. As I was told, it’s too early to determine how the rest of his experience will be, but so far, so good. It’s all in Lil Wayne’s hands.”

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