Iron Fist Part 3

excerpt taken from CNN.com at the time of the post:

Saudi king vows to strike attackers with 'iron fist'
Saudi Arabia's King Fahd pledged Monday that he would strike militants with an "iron fist" in the wake of a weekend car bombing in Riyadh in which al Qaeda is suspected. U.S. officials said Monday that intelligence suggested al Qaeda plans more attacks in Saudi Arabia.

Now how al-gay-duh's gonna like saudi's hot from under the dessert sun iron fist I don't know and can't care less about either but at least now you know who copied who's style first! Fucking Saudis!
Legofish, as my only comment giving reader I praise your courage and good will.

ob.update

time to update this B . I . H. as i'd been neglectful...
funny, i've gotten random readers out of my regular circle of "linkees" ever since the song's been out and suddenly i appear better looking to people too, must be the horns, had 5 dear friends visitng my hideout for a weekend, talked so much shit we could had opened a fertilizer factory, i love my friends though like they're my family as they are a colorful crew, and for da local homiez, the deparure of the legendery bass t, the producing genius behind many of the stories on this blog including de dizzamn dope beat on dastaa baalaa, is nearing and it sucks as i shall try to make my own music too and see what happens eventhou i do not play any instruments, also, met a few young local rockers, got sweet guitars and creed like vocals, p - c & t crew, i wanna record a rage against da machiney type of track with them or their samples, cept hopefully faster harder better as i'm all about adding value to other people's art and iron fist is how it is done too so no need to get philosophical trying to say it's a bad thing! online friends, legofish, real funny jack ass, very nice, and to the rest, be warned, i bite people. over and out

Hip Hop Life

Last night I tagged along with my producer friend to go to a birthday party in the semi-ghetto part of the town, the pre-party party was already somethin' by itself to write about, but the actual party was amazing. 4 DJs in the kitchen mixing and spinning every good hip hop beat out there, 6 emcees battling, 6 breakdancers in the living room spinning on their hands and heads, and and a buncha graffiti artists in the yard tagging the walls, to make the long story short, it was like being in the eminem movie 8 mile! I bailed at 3:30 before the cops showed, but since my ride had taken off I walked through the hood and past the cemetary, thank god I'm a large person and not the likely target for getting picked on by men and ghosts alike. Took the two mile walk to the 24 hour joint by the university and ran into my friends there, had a burito, chai and fries, and for the first time in years I stayed up till 6 am. Now that's what I call an exciting night!

Safe from Harm

I see my reflection and I don't like what I see
I'm loosing my way I need someone to find me
into the light and keep me safe from haaaaarm...

I need protection to find me a way
somebody to hold me so I se the day
into the night and keep me safe from haaaaarm...

In case you're wondering what the hell, that's my favorite new house song. It's called Safe from Harm by Narcotic Thrust and bay area's good ol' DJ Behrouz is doing cool things and making his mark felt by the remix he's done of this song. Check out his site and the song will play there http://djbehrouz.com/home.html
Mad love goes to all the eyerainians doing cool shit with music.

Boring

Alright Alright, so it's Friday night and I don't feel like going out tonight, no sign of will to debauch in me tonight, not in the mood to socialize and doesn't mean I'm in a bad mood either, I'm feeling content and prefer to spend the night quietly at home. Damn man, I just had some Akbar-Mashti Brand (TM) ice cream and it kicked ass. Been working on the lyrics for a 175 bpm drum'n'bass song and in fact, time to get back to it and oh yeah, it's my blog, I can be boring if I want to damn it!

Debauch Mode

You know it's a good party when...
1) It's someone's 21st birthday
2) There's a professional lady doing body arts in the back yards
3) There are more girls than guys throughout the night
4) There are girls getting their breasts painted in the back yard
5) There's plenty of booz and people blazin' it in the back yard
6) There are people beat-boxin' and freestylin' in the backyard
7) There are people breakdancing in the living room with a large crowd around them
8) They play your music and you get props from people who don't understand its words
9) There are empty beer cans laying in the bath tub
10) Cops show cause the neighbors complained

Persian Rap

So it only took a year to write the lyrics for this and two months to record it with the help of my producer friend, and i guess that's no big deal, but just in case you weren't sure if I could kick ass before, this will make it clear...

Deev - Dastaa Baalaa

Anti-Rust

Gee, since x3me twisted my arm in the last post's comments I'm updating for his sake!

First off, once again, two nights in a row and two different shitty dreams to wake me up feeling pissy! Up yours subconscious mind, I'm not giving up sleep not for you and not for anyone so you can take the bad dreams and shove it up ur subass!

Secondly, lately i've been inspired enough to get some new muzak to listen to and since i rule with the iron fist I shall force feed some of my recommendation by jamming it in your ears, you can use the ear coning method described below to undo the damage, so here it goes, my fave new albums as of now...


1) BT - Emotional Technology
So yeah, I wasn't a huge fan of BT before and for that matter this album is extremely pop but it's so damn well produced that I had no option but to love it, even the songs that sounded fruity at first has grown on me, the buzzes and fuzzes and effects on the vocals are amazing and for that matter inspirational for any electronic music enthusiast!

2) Postal Service - Give up
Simply said it's feel good music. So mellow yet not boring, with surprisingly good lyrics, this one is a sure shot recommendation, it's so chill that i'd be seriously surprised if someone hates it, those people will be shot and prosecuted!

3) Quarashi - Jinx
Ok, so this is a lil' over a year old but since I just discovered it then it's new to me. these guys are beastie boys of Iceland, they sound like them, rap/rock flavor and the guys whiney voice, depending on how hard he's yelling, sounds either like the beasties or zach de la rocha of rage against the machine. It's an energetic album, a true waker upper for those who like this type of music!

Other ones worth a listen, but not raving after, for the electronic music fans out there Fluke's new album Puppy and Underworld's Hundred Days Off are pretty decent too. Alrighty, time to go look at Mars!

Ears of Fire!

So among the more amusing things that happened to me this past weekend was having my ears on fire and letting a friend lite up his cigarrette using my ear! Lets make this clear that by ears on fire I don't mean the slang about when someone's talking behind your back, I'm talking about real flames and real ear! It started with a few friends on a porch talking about random things, I have no idea how the conversation came about but someone said there are these candles that are hollow inside and you stick one end in your ear and lite up the other end and the flame consumes the oxygen inside the hollow candle which in turn creates a vacume that sucks your ear wax out, sounds exciting? What was even more interesting was that the host had bought a couple of these things and had tried it before and still had one left! I thought what better thing to do on a Sat night at around 10pm than to stick a burning candle in my ear so I volenteered, and as fun and amusing as it was, I can tell you it really wasn't the most effective way to get rid of ear wax out, I'd still recommend a q-tip, but a friend lighting a ciggarette off my ear was priceless!

Nuture's Cruel Joke #47: The Anti-Sleep

People sleep to (a) rest and (b) forget about their troubles but sometimes the one thing you count on to ease your mind turns against you. I hate having fight dreams, like all the butting heads with regular people during the day wasn't good enough that the subconscious feels the need to produce more of it in form of a dream, and you go to bed thinking you're gonna get some rest and it's all gonna be better but wake up mosre stressed, and that's how nature fucks with you!

WD-40

They say WD-40 fixes everything, and if it doesn't, it pro'ly didn't need to be fixed to begin with.

What a waste of time!

See, this one or two measly readership trickling from Shadi's blog doesn't cut it for me, as a deev I'm used to unnaturaly large proportions, and the 7 foot walking stick needs 7000 devout readership, but what the heck, who am I kidding, this blog sucks, that's why I don't even advertise for it, I got my readers in the Persian one and lost my boner for writing exciting things in English and that's why it sucks! Hell, I even wrote this outa obligation, obligatory post so I my blog doesn't rust and grow those nasty mold u see in corner of ur tub. Ah faq it, it's no use...

Rule with an Iron Fist - Part 2!

Lately it's been very popular for rap songs to have a "Part 2", I think they're following the footsteps of cheesy Hollywood movies, and with that said, I'm jumping the band wagon. The whole point of the first Iron Fist post was to say that I plan to rule my blog with an Iron Fist so stay the fuck away, but as imagination took over I got carried away and didn't cover that delicate point at all, hence the follow up. I'm sick and tired of reading about people's problems, whinings and bullshit, even more so, I'm sick and tired of reading peoples poetry on their blogs. I think I'm sick and tired of reading in general, as Sir Butt-Head once said it best "if I wanted to read I'd go to school dumbass!". In this blog I plan to just simply attack eveything, like a rhino charging anything in his vicinity, the point is to rebel without a cause against rebeling without a cause, and if you don't like it I hope you choke on it.

Winning With No Dignity

This story is about billiards, if you don't care for the game or don't know its rules then this is gonna be a lame article for you...

Two nights ago I went out with a friend of mine to a bar where we always go to shoot pool. Since it was a Friday night the place was crawling with people and all the hourly tables were taken so we ended up at the coins-per-game table where people often challange the winner for the next game by stacking their quarters on a corner of the table. I was having a good night that night and won the first game from my buddy who usualy wins against me hence I was the champ to take on the next challanger in line, a drunk and angry guy who could had been either a discharged-marine or a groupie for Metallica or both.

We start the game by me breaking, I break with no sinkers but after his shot, on my second strike, I sink two balls leaving me 5 more left on the table. He makes the next shot sinking something but then he leaves the queue ball in some awkward position behind some of his balls that left me with no shot. I look at the crappy situation and instead of attempting to make a crappy shot to match it I just tap the queue ball moving it couple of inches and passing on the turn back to him. He sinks another ball or two, it's my turn again and I miss, back to him and he sinks more, my turn and once again the son of a bitch had left me no good shot so I tap it again moving the queue by an inch again. At this time I still have 5 balls on the table, he has 3 or 4 and he's thinking he's ahead and he's seems cheerful about it too, he makes a shot and misses, but this time leaving me a nice one. I get on it and sink it, wham, next one, wham, next one wham, the one after, wham, last one wham, by this time the guy's shitting bricks as I have just cleared the table and have a shot at the eight, I grin and gently I tap the queue ball into the side pocket, I scratch on the eight, kinda intentionaly kinda mistakenly, hence technically making him the winner. I'm grinning ear to ear, he looks at me furiously cause I had stripped him of the dignity required to enjoy a win, he says "That sucked man! That just really sucked". He didn't want to play the naxt game as winners would, he decides to go home saying that he's too drunk but I think I kinda hurt his feelings. Oh well!

Blogging is Masturbation!

It's self satisfaction as in "oooh, wow, everybody look at me, look what I write" and for that matter narcistic. It's "I love myself so much that you should too" kinda writing, self centered, self obssessed and masturbatory in its essence. I masturbate every now and then, hence I blog too, 'cept that much like when I first discovered masturbating back in a day, I blog very often now. And for you reader, you only read cause you're a wanker too and know the feeling. Case closed!

Rule with an Iron Fist!

Sometimes I think that having iron fists would suck, as a kid you'd prob'ly break a lot of things and get bitch-slapped by your parents and angry shopkeepers a lot, you're never taken to your local Hallmark store for instance and the dish-and-glass-ware section of any department store is outa the question as well. Sentimental things could be particularly of danger to the kid with iron fists, say the urn holding granma's ashes, the 9 year old dried up roses your dad gave your mom the valentine's night he knocked her up with you, or the novelty clear glass toilet bowl invented by your uncle. If you break your wrist, or grow a tumor in your ass, forget about MRIs, you're simply shit outa luck there. It gets even worse, in a cold winter night after comming home at 2 in the morning you just can't warm up your hands in your microwave oven, you have to use that piece of shit conventional oven that takes 15 minutes to warm up.

Always thought hiking during stormy weather was a abd idea? Well it's particularly a bad idea if you have iron fists, you're practically begging for lightening hits. And don't try swimming with iron fists either unless your wearing one of those sissy buoyancy belts, fuck that, I personally rather sink! You endure all this crap as an iron fist kid and you make it to adulthood thinking all is gonna be better now. You kiss swimming goodbye and instead pickup tennis and although you have to restring your racket every week you enjoy the 186 mph serves you dish out at your opponents and the bruises it leaves on their bodies, you're at top of your game and feeling great now. Holding hands during first dates in movies is still sketchy but you discover that you can skip the hand-holding altogether and go straight for the leg. Right O! So when you thought life couldn't get any better those bastards terorist attacks fuck things up majorly for you the first time you get holed up and strip searched in your local airport with the guy saying "yeah yeah, iron fists schmiron fists, last week Pinoche and Pot Pol went through here with no problems". Think about it!

Crap, now I have to write!

Great, now that I got a link from Shadi I know I'm gonna get bothered by all sortsa freaky bastards comming here expecting to see real content and I either have to provide it or be blamed for being the bastard undeserving leach of valuable internet blog traffic! Either way work is required to a)write b)fend off the tough crowd with a 7 feet pole I always carry with me as a walking stick (for those not in the know, Deev the mythical monster of ancient persian mythology is blessed/cursed with unrealistic pissed-and-green-bruce-banner like stature). Well, with all that said, I welcome you to my humble, never mind modesty, BAD ASS place of mental drainage, leave a messege after the beep. beeeeeeeeeep!

I'M BACK DAMN IT!!

Ok, first off, fucking blogger ate my first post, I pee on it! Secondly, I'm back, and pissed as ever, particularly now, and what's even worse is, during this past year I didn't have no comment's thingy to see who missed me, so eat dirt rate-your-music, I aint waking at 5am just to get a fucking comments crap, I pee on you too! Ahh, that's better, back and agitated as shit, life's great, I feel elated, bite me! =)