Within the Tree House

I'm Sorry

2008-10-10T12:03:00.000+08:00

I wrote the following piece about a year ago but never went about posting it up here. So yeah, thought I'd share it with y'all.

14th November 2007

This one comes from the bottom of muh heart
It goes out to all my peeps, no, this ain't a "Get Well Soon" card
I wanna let y'all know that I have realised muh mistakes
I've realised how irresponsible I am and how many hearts I've breaked
I know I've changed not for the better but for the worse
I know I've let y'all down and this "I'm Sorry" ain't the first
The many nights I disappeared and y'all stayed worried
While I was out partying and the burden y'all carried
My homies, my girl, my brothers and my family
Y'all were always there, y'all never left me
But know that through all this time, I have also grown
Mature in a way I have become, away my life has not been thrown
Through all this time, to me many things have came to be known
I have been brought further in life and much nearer to the throne
Sometimes I go over the limit, other times way way off
Still tryin' ta slow the habit of the cigarettes that make me cough
I'm kinda tired of this lifestyle, guess its time to slow shit down
Its time to reflect, dig deep and search within muh lost & found
I'm Sorry and this comes sincere from my chilled blood pumper
Believe in me one last time... as a friend, a lover, a son and a brother.

I'm Sorry.

Boogie Wonderland... Taking Dance Everywhere!

2008-05-03T03:26:00.002+08:00

I had to complete a dance video for class within a few hours and this is what me and my team came up with. Nothing much, just havin' pure fun while we dance.

Note: This entire video was shot on my Macbook Pro's webcam so pardon me if the camera work is bad.

SuperFly Productions 2008.

Boy & Girl

2008-04-16T01:52:00.002+08:00

The poem below was written by me for class on Monday. Special thanks to Method Man, CrafG and my team mates who contributed ideas.

Here I’ve stood through summers and winters
Much I’ve seen as I grew and withered
Stories of peace, unity, love and fun
Under the goodness of the moon and the sun
Days and nights pass, as I remember
A tale of love written to last forever
Here it began in a time of many struggles
And here it blossomed through lollipops and cuddles

He was her Mister and she was his Misses, with hugs and kisses
There was no need for lovey-dovey cards and birthday wishes
They sailed hand in hand in a ship of relation
“Don’t ever let go” was promised here with passion
Lil’ hearts exchanged, lil’ pinkies locked
Embracing life’s moments as Grandpa ticked and tocked
Slowly, back and forth, on my arms they hung
Watching the stars as they swing and they swung

Lil’ treats and secrets, sweet nothings they shared
Time slowly revealed they were destined to be a pair
But like everybody else, they learnt life is never fair
For nothing-lasts-forever’s a burden we all have to bear
As always, I waited with him for his her
She was late but he knew she would turn up for sure
Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours
But he waited patiently in my company of flowers

Night finally fell and the stars came out to play
It was time for Mr. Sun to rest and call it a day
He stood up and gazed at the sky through the leaves
His palms embraced in prayer, “Keep her safe, please.”
Off he ran, in a haste, down the hill
And there I stood, lonely, wishing Jack would find his Jill
He returned at dawn, with her favourite Lolli in hand
In the other he held a piece of paper and a pen
Tears started escaping the grasps of his eye
The clouds cried with him as sadness overwhelmed the sky

“Dear Girl, I wish I could have found out earlier
It cuts me deep to know that you are no longer here
I hope you are in a happier place than before
Our ship will sail again and not be stuck on the shores
Fret not, I’ll be waiting, even till the end of time
For I’m forever yours, and you’re forever mine.”

New Blog

2008-03-30T19:51:00.003+08:00

Date with the Rain

This blog would still be in use to house my works and stuff of that nature. The other one is more for random thoughts and rants.

Peace.

RADIKAL FORZE 10TH ANNIVERSARY VIDEO

2008-03-22T07:42:00.002+08:00

Video by SUPERFLY PRODUCTIONS (Tosh, Ben, Lewis, Carrick, Nicholas)

Treason

2008-03-01T07:09:00.007+08:00

The story of us ended way faster than I thought
Everything just stopped flowin' like a blood clot
I'm not a good actor and I never liked frontin'
But I'm forced to hypocrisy 'cos of shit I be losin'
So for ya information, way too much is at stake
Thats why I left before the beef got cooked like steak
Now put yourself in my shoes & ask yourself this question
Would you hold back like I did after knowing what happened?
I'm sure ya wouldn't, I know ya too well, now listen
I could give a fuck less and then my fist you be kissin'
Forget about forgiveness, I can't forgive nor forget
I lived 2 years a lie and wish you live with regret
You're a motherfuckin' coward, liar, talkin' piece of trash
Betrayed your own blood for the pleasures of the flesh
Screw this bullshit, I'm fuckin' sick & tired
Remember - It ain't over, I'm just keepin' quiet.

STEP IT UP! 2007 TRAILER

2008-02-08T02:52:00.000+08:00

Trailer by Yours Truly.

Peace.

DREAM CHILD TRAILER

2008-02-04T08:01:00.000+08:00

Heres the trailer for a short film I did for school. Nothing spectacular but hope y'all like it. Peace.

I miss Inertia.

2008-01-18T01:39:00.000+08:00

For real.

Also Known As...

2008-01-08T12:59:00.000+08:00

     TOSHROC

     META4

     Too Fresh Too Furious

     LA Bum

     Jack Artois

     SWIF-T

     If you don't know, now you know.

     Holla.

To Old, Old Seven

2007-12-30T10:37:00.000+08:00

Haven't gotten any sleep yet but I just felt like bloggin'
About fuckin' '07, before some shut-eye catchin'
Have no idea how but '07 is nearly over
The year flew by so fast that I can hardly remember
Oh wait, I do. Gimme a second to think
It's 10:15 AM, my eyelids feel like they're about to sink
So how was the year for me? It was pretty good.
Had my ups and downs and I'm still reppin' for muh hood
Northside since day one, it ain't always 'bout East & West
Better keep your eyes open 'cos its Northside in the fresh!
Spent most of '07 doing what I really love
Reppin' real Hip Hop as Grandpa watches from above
Other than that, there's school, partyin' and chillin'
And like Jay says, through the lie's high I be feelin'
Made many new friends and kinda distanced from the old
I really really miss them and that's truth being told
Yo, Mooncakes & Joker's Union, it's been a long time
I hate the distance but I know being busy ain't a crime
You guys are living your own lives now, I'm doing that too
But yo, no matter what, Brothaz 4 Life foo'!
Oh yea, this year I have really grown a lot
Learnt many new things, kept myself in constant thought
'Cos Knowledge Reigns Supreme and Ignorance ain't bliss
People needa wake up like Snow White did from the kiss
Movin' on, I wanna say thank you to muh crews
Not much to INERTIA though, that's really sad but true
INERTIA's kinda dead still though efforts have been made
People come and go and over time INERTIA fades
It's always been Me, Dom & Nic reppin' I-N-C
Tryin' to bring up the name but people cannot see
'Cos its only 3 of us and we can't do it alone
INERTIA ain't just TOSH ROC, KID NIC & BONES
New blood better be doing something to change the situation
If not then I guess it's time for INERTIA's cremation
I love RF, there's no doubt about that
Shoutouts to Boy, Faiz, An & Felix the Cat
Not forgetting muh boy Wan, this is the Resurrection
The return of the Rawkus from the City of the Lion
Ride together, die together - That's the way we rock
It's been freakin' 10 years and we're still at the top!

...*

Argh, fuck it. I'm too tired to go on.
So good bye Old 7 and '08? Bring it on!

STEP IT UP! 3

2007-12-11T20:14:00.001+08:00

Date : 15th December 2007
Time : 3.30pm to 8.30pm
Venue : Republic Polytechnic (Woodlands), The Republic Cultural Centre Level 1 Dance Studio
Directions : TAKE BUS 169 FROM WOODLANDS BUS INTERCHANGE AND GET OFF AT THE FIRST STOP.

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Battle Formats : Crew Battle - Crew on Crew, no limits to number of people in it

Registration will be done on the day itself.

Other than that, it'll be straight-up cyphers.

Registration will be done on the day itself.

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See y'all this Saturday.

Peace.

TOSHROC aka SWIFTY
INERTIA CREW, RADIKAL FORZE

Wu-Tang Clan, 8 Diagrams

2007-11-30T10:52:00.000+08:00

How can Hip Hop be dead if Wu-Tang is forever?

RPresenting to Da Fullest Judges Showcase

2007-11-26T15:11:00.000+08:00

Me, Larry (FUYO) and muh homeboy Farhan.

INERTIA & RADIKAL FORZE all day, everyday.

Recognize the Real

2007-10-09T15:20:00.000+08:00

Fuck the iPod, the MP3 and the CD.
Real DJs play the VINYL.

Fuck the bling, big concerts and written wack raps that make dollars
Real Emcees drop knowledge in the cypher and make sense.

Fuck learning to write in art schools and piecin' on canvases
Real Graffiti writers learn and drop 'em bombs in the streets.

Fuck the big flashy moves that are done with no soul
Real Bboys rock 'em moves with groove, flava and flow.

Bitches better RECOGNIZE.

About Alex

2007-10-03T17:15:00.001+08:00

Alex, kid of the past.
Alex had no blanks to fill, only blanks to feel.
Because when all the chit chat and declarations crumble,
Them shades and tones prevail...
Sometimes for no reason, for no purpose.

And Alex laid himself in bed, kept himself hidden under the covers.

Alex, kid of the past.
Alex, with only blanks to feel.

2007-09-26T15:15:00.000+08:00

Photography by Farhan
Editted by Yours Truly

Prisoners of Judgement

2007-09-19T12:46:00.000+08:00

Everytime we walk down the streets we judge
We assume and conclude, this is done too much
We do this sub-conciously with our concious minds
We're blind though we're not 'cause we been programmed over time
By propaganda from the media and religion
But fret not cos I am here to be your optician
Open up your heart's eye, turn over a new leaf
You can see more than the cover and read what's beneath
Only then understand why he or she is so
Walk a mile in their shoes, only then you know
How they grow to flow & show, this is how they do
You don't have to block 'em out if they ain't cool to you
Cos they locked out from your world where they're the prisoners
They are locked in your prison, where judgement is the curse
As a matter of fact, we're all cell-mates!
We're here for lookin' like we do, on the surface.

Lovin' your hood.

2007-09-09T22:35:00.001+08:00

Singaporeans are the citizens of this nation called Singapore
I am a Singaporean and I'm proud of it so I stand tall
Some motherfuckers in this country talk like they ain't what they are
Singaporeans this, Singaporeans that. Look in the mirror and recognize - Singaporean, you are!
Too many a time have I heard a Singaporean dissin' Singaporeans
Hypocrisy from a huge fraction of this nation of 4 million.
Way too many locals talk like they ain't proud of being from here
Gives me the vibe that they rather be from Japan or Korea.
What they don't know is that life here is good compared to many other places
Its a lot safer, cleaner and we don't got hoods that are organised by races.
We are all somehow interwhined like 'em fat shoe laces
Hand in hand, no matter our colour, religion, tradition or tastes
Thats why we are what we are, mixed in a way though we may be of only one race
Check out the way we talk, walk, think and express
Unique as fucking hell, these are the things we should embrace.
Singapore might not be perfect but I'm still gonna brag
I love it here man, if Singapore was muh homie I got his or her back.
All y'all motherfuckers takin' life here for granted need to wake up
In the words of Afrika Bambaataa, get a check up from the neck up.
We gotta be proud of where we're from cos this is our culture
This place is muh hood and muh home forever, the red dot of Asia.

From the Godfather of Hip Hop, Afrika Bambaataa

2007-08-23T11:29:00.001+08:00

I, Afrika Bambaataa, have heard it all, read it all, in many magazines throughout the world, and seen almost all in this continuing bullshit about which rappers are better, east coast v west coast, Miami bass hip-hop is bullshit, British Rappers sound funny rapping, electro funk, techno rappers are soft, I like hardcore rap and beats, this one group is like that, old school vs new school, Rap wouldn't be rap if it wasn't for the battles, I'm the quickest, baddest rapper, deejay around, Go Go music in Washington D. C. is dead. It's all about hip-house or house music all night long. I dis you, you dis me, my crew will take you out or kick your ass, fuck this or that, Nigger, Bitch, Nigguz, Nigguh, Hoe, Hooker, Bitches with Problems, Hoes with Attitudes.

Just look at yourselves, sounding like a bunch of fools, who really don't have any true knowledge of self and knowledge of hip-hop culture and what it's all about. First of all, let me tell you that the music (beats) that makes up hip-hop, comes from different nationalities and races, especially from black people, and if you think I am a brother who don't know what he is talking about, just check out many of the music, beats, grooves and sounds that many of your rappers use to make their records or rap over. Hip-hop music in general is colorless and not racist. It comes from many categories in music, for example: Hip-hop music is made up from other forms of music like funk, soul, rhythm & blues, jazz, rock heavy metal, salsa, soca (calypso), TV shows, kiddie shows, horror movies, techno, pop, disco, african, arabic, reggae -etc. . . . and if you use any records from these categories, you will see that the music is made by people from different races or nationalities from all over the planet, but it's roots start with black people.

I have read many interviews by different rap groups throughout the world, just to see where their heads are at, whether they are really knowledgeable about hip-hop music/culture or whether they are just plain assholes. Many of the rappers will down(dis) another rapper because he or she wanted to experiment with hip-hop by singing or adding a different sound in hip-hop to create something new. When are all of you in the hip-hop world going to 'wake up'? You love to keep dissing each other for nothing and if you were wise in your disrespect of each other, you would know how to make money with respecting your disrespect of each other, if you truly understand what I am saying.

Many who are into hip-hop or part of hip-hop culture throughout the world need a check up from the neck up. In fact, and in truth, the whole human family needs one. Everyone needs to check up on their own roots and culture and seek the real truths on life on this so-called planet Earth. Knowledge, wisdom, and understanding, facts and truths about black, brown, red, yellow and white people and not that brainwash white supremacy shit that white people in power have taught all over the world and to their own people of the so called planet Earth.

Yes there are many wrongs in the worldwide hip-hop community, but there are also many aspects of positivity within the hip-hop community that the media or trade magazines rarely focus upon. Many of you in hip-hop culture don't even listen to the rappers who are trying hard to wake your asses up to what is going on in the bigger scale than of what you see in your neighborhoods, their message goes in one ear and out the other.

The media does play a big role in destroying the hip-hop culture movement, but many of you in the hip-hop community are the biggest enemies of hip-hop and you will be the ones who will help the enemies of hip-hop to destroy it, or to bring it back underground, because of your ignorance of knowledge of hip-hop. This has started the difference between 'old school' and 'new school'. To myself (Afrika Bambaataa) there is only one school and that's the learning, evolving, going through the different phases or cycles school of hip-hop. That is the real hip-hop school. A lot of you in the world of hip-hop better start looking at the problems in your own backyard as well as the world, because while you are enjoying yourselves etc. there are many plots being sprung to destroy hip-hop in the world. Because many people in government look at hip-hop music and its culture as a radical music that gets straight to the point and music that will wake up the youth and young adults throughout the world. They can also use hip-hop to backfire and destroy itself. You can believe what I'm saying. But time will tell and I see what you see not.

Peace be unto you,
Your brother In music and faith, Afrika Bambaataa.
Universal Zulu Nation

THE CHAMPIONS

2007-08-20T14:22:00.001+08:00

Had to design a CD cover for an imaginary rock band named 'The Champions' today for class. Here it is. Drop 'em comments!

ToshRoc Mid 2007 Promo

2007-08-01T14:42:00.000+08:00

Rabbit by Run Wrake

2007-07-23T23:29:00.000+08:00

A must watch.

Disintegration

2007-06-27T02:13:00.000+08:00

The following piece is done by my best friend, Weisheng. Enjoy.

his overkilled scream of martyrdom
all for lust, some spellbinding eyes
soul in deep abyssal obsession
ended being fed with a heart breaking answer

watched her walk away,
hips in mesmeric sway
heart like brown leaves crushed by feet
blue stained his feelings, stranded

he endeavored and prayed for sweet reunion
the dreams utterly wrecked with fearful nightmares
the Deceiver came and they conspired
delivered nothing but more sinful desires

tortured man in prison of wretched misery
still hoping for love to wipe his bloody tears
he sipped the blood red wine down his wicked tongue
drowning his sorrow and heavy mind, but it doesn't heal

to a window of black curtains he staggered to
wishing to end the pain in a peaceful cemetery
he fell off his feet and disappeared in light
he thought he ceased, but had yet to discover

he met the familiar face, that spoke to him many times
now a worse prison, where he sees nothing at all
he hears no voice, sees no light, still feeling sorry.
hades, the unseen. now seen by him.

<3

2007-06-22T22:29:00.000+08:00

hubba bubba!

BOO.

yeah my babys pretty as a car crash
sexy as a stinger of a hornet on your arm
just another modern swinger screaming
"catch me if you can!"
with a cigarette in hand and its LOVE.

wohoo!

the yangbun is sleeping.
the yangbun is wearing specs.
the yangbun looks so cute.
the yangbun is in lalaland!

The Wen.
"HURHUR."

We win again!

2007-06-14T16:56:00.000+08:00

Radikal Forze, Champions of Battle of the Year Singapore 2007

For winning, we would be representing Singapore at Battle of the Year Asia 2007 which is gonna be held in Seoul on the 4th of August.

Props to all the Bboys & Bgirls who represented at BOTY SG.

R.I.P

2007-05-21T08:49:00.000+08:00

Learning Through Doing (Comic Strip)

2007-05-18T17:31:00.000+08:00

This is my entry to a Comic Strip competition in my school. The theme is "Learning Through Doing".

The Violin

2007-05-11T13:23:00.000+08:00

Did this for class today.

The Painting

2007-05-08T14:38:00.000+08:00

Painting on the wall of a boy sitting in a corner.
A dark, dark corner.
Not any ordinary painting, as you will find out soon.
Look at it. Stare at it. Concentrate.

Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.

From the analog clock hung next the painting.

It's time.

ZOOOOOOOOM. Into the painting you go.

You see the boy...
He sits in the corner of the room, panting hard.
Drops of sweat trickle down his face.
He's half naked, only clothed in a pair of bermudas.
He holds his right hand in his left.
Get ahold of himself, he's trying to do.
Not to lose himself to what society deems as insanity.
A mirror sits next to him.
Mocking him seems to be it's purpose.

"Look at me." It whispers.

The whispers echo in his ears.
He does not respond.

"Look at me." It whispers again.

The whispers echo in his ears again.
Only this time it gets louder and louder...

Snap.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Quiet... Look at me, just look at me."

He calms down a little as his sudden anger subsides.
He turns and peeps at the mirror through his hair.
Long wavy hair that's wet with shadows, masking his face.

"You... I know you." He whispers under his breath.

It was himself, from a long time ago.
From a time when he was carefree.
From a time when he had fun.
From a time when he was happy.
He smiles at himself and all of a sudden
The mirror shatters.
He closes his eyes as the glasses pieces fly towards him.
They miss every part of him except for one - his heart.
The piece of glass injects pain into him.
Excruciating pain.
He falls to side, into the bits & pieces of glass.
They pierce his skin, fresh & deep.

"Argh... Help. Help me."

You step forward to help him up.
It all seems so weird to help a boy in a painting, does it not?
But you have to, he's hurting bad.
Emotionally and physically.

"Thank you stranger... Thank you so much."
He speaks to you in a soft but grateful tone.
His eyes sparkle like sapphire as he speaks, as tears fill 'em up.
Little droplets of sadness start escaping his eyes.
Rolling slowly, drop by drop, down his bloody face.
He grabs your hand and pulls you near.
Your hand is now stained with his blood and shadows.
Shadows? Yes. Shadows.

"You see these cuts and bruises all over me? You see how bloody and ridiculous I look right now?"

You hesistate for a second before nodding.

"They are nothing, nothing compared to what I've been through in this so-called Life of mine. Trying to fit in, to figure out why I'm here, to get good grades, to look beautiful, to be popular... To survive. To be me. Though I'm all helpless and bloody now, I feel at ease with myself. I feel like I don't have to care what anybody thinks about me. I'm just here, in my own world. I don't have to live up to anybody's expectations. I don't have to look and dress a certain way. I'm just being me and I feel good though it hurts. The painting you were looking at is how I feel about my life and now you are in it... In the deepest chambers of my once existent heart..."

He looks you deep in the eye.

"All I ever needed was for someone to listen and understand. Not to bombard me with criticism and doubt... and you listened. Thank you, whoever you are. Thank you..."

He starts fading off into nothingness.
You sit there alone, wondering what just happened.
After a few moments spent pondering, you stand up.
You walk towards the door slowly.
Taking every step as if it was your last.
Before exiting, you turn on the lights of the room.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH.

You get lost in your own darkness.

... Hello? Anybody???

Hmmm. I must be asleep.
What a weird dream that was.
That boy was kinda scary.
It all seemed so real.
So, so real...
Wait, what am I doing here in this darkness?

You open your eyes.

You're in your room, in a corner.
Next to you sits a broken mirror.
Bits & pieces of glass are scattered around you.
And, the lights are on.

Nightmare? No.

Sweet dreams are made of these

And who are you to disagree?

The End.

The Beautiful People

2007-05-08T11:56:00.000+08:00

Beauty, something which everybody seeks.
Desire for it in our hearts, it creeks.
Because of the desire, the market peaks.
Cash flow from our pockets, it begins to leak.
Our self-esteem and needs, the market might be able to fix.
But on the floor we lay, in blood-stained sheets.

The Blinded.
The Ignorant.
...The Consumers.

In the end we're all still dead inside.
Its an endless cycle that never ends.

Never.

*whispers*Never...

Let me light a cigarette and bring some light to this situation.
Not the greatest of lights, it stains your imagination.
Only some know, only some know.

While the rest of the world is buried deep in their universe of beauty... that is defined by the mainstream medi... wait

We are the mainstream media.
We gave birth and were born into it.
This ridiculous Pop culture that we live in.

What else is there to say?

*raises arms and flashes the middle fingers*

Fuck the World.

Thank you.

Honest Expression by Binary Star

2007-04-23T13:55:00.001+08:00

Here's what I did for class today. Analyse a song which I like. Check it.

The track that I would like to share about is called 'Honest Expression'. This track is by a Hip Hop duo called Binary Star which consists of One Be Lo & Senim Silla.

Click here to download the song

They are highly respected in the underground Hip Hop community primarily because of their style, humblness and last but not least 'realness' when it comes to their music. All the songs that they do are what they really feel and want to express, not what the media or mainstream music audience want to hear.

The track starts off with an extract from Bruce Lee's infamous interview from the Pierre Berton Show, which was aired in 1971.

"Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...
It is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky,
or I could show you some really fancy movement...
But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself,
and to express myslef honestly...
Now that, my friend is very hard to do."

Bruce Lee shares his thoughts on expressing himself through martial arts, which can be applied with all other forms of expression. He can choose to do fancy moves and flips to please the audience but when he does so, he is not being true to himself because he is not expressing what he really wants to express through Martial Arts. As applied to Binary Star, they can choose to drop songs that appeal the mainstream music audience and make lots of money but they aren't doing so because if they do, they would not be being true to themselves. I see this as a choice between Fame & Fortune and Being honest & true to oneself.

Below are the lyrics that follows after the Bruce Lee extract.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives /
And for that live moment we thrive /
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive /
Rise and walk my son /
Come into the light /
Inside the dark we illuminate mics /
Give knowledge to mediocre /
The will to neanderthal /
Filter to the the small /
Digital to analog /
We steady advancin' /
Rhyme enhancin' /
Simple minds can't keep up with this /

In the verses above, Binary Star makes use of methapors to express their views.

"Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive" - By the dead, they are referring to the ignorant and misled. They raise them from the dead (ignorant, misled) and give them life (knowledge).

"Rise and walk my son / Come into the light" - Inviting people to step into the world of True Hip Hop.

"Inside the dark we illuminate mics / Give knowledge to mediocre / The will to neanderthal / Filter to the the small / Digital to analog" - When they drop their rhymes on the microphones, the mics illuminate because they're real and thats why they shine. Their rhymes drop knowledge to the average and normal, lettin' them learn and understand. From digital to analog, they're going back to the roots of Hip Hop. From evolution and back to where it began.

"Steady advancin', rhyme enhancin', simple minds can't keep up with this." - They're advancin' though they're going back and through this they are enhancing their rhymes. Simple minds can't keep up with this, 'nuff said.

The next bunch of verses that follows...

Senim Silla does this part :

Dig - I'ma put it on the table /
I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful /
I'm just Senim Silla, man without label /
Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable /
Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able /
I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough /
The material cat who walk around for show /
I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go /
While others go with the flow /
I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit /
Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own sh*t /
I don't care what you drink /
What you stress, how you dress or where you got the link /
I ain't impressed /
These lames run around like mice in a maze /
Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race /
Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things /
Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up? /
Should I join the hypocrites? /
Or side with the suckas by choice /
It makes no difference that y'all product of environment /
It's just coincidence /
The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence /
Or civil men or penatence, just Ignorance! /
Cats don't know right from wrong /
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song /
What that tell you they on? /
A sucka act up every minute /
The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite /

One Be Lo :

I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter /
Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither /
Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you /
Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew /
Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack /
So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack /
You ain't big time, my man /
You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time /
Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic /
What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects /
Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket /
Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object /
What you say is bullcrap /
If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew /
Would you still pull gats? /
You need to stop frontin' /
Or you're headed for self destruction /
Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction /
I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion /
I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas /
Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas /
Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense /
They never play the bomb sh*t /
Everything that glitters ain't gold /
And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure /

The verses above are referring to most Gangster Rappers who rhyme about murder, sex, drugs and guns, which real Hip Hop ain't about. One Be Lo disses them about putting up a tough front to the audience. Because they aren't being honest with themselves and are in self-denial, they are destroying themselves (self-destruction). He refers to these people as the "Ignorant suckas". The last 2 verses he's expressing that just because you're well-known superstar (glitters) representing a genre does not mean that you are the best or realest (gold) that genre has to offer.

What follows after One Be Lo's part is a discussion between him and Senim Silla.

Cats got confused somewhere... Confused. /
About what Hip Hop was or what Hip Hop is. /
Its business y'all, you know it. Its big money, that's all these cats are about. /
You know that's bullshit right? /
But dig it to it, dig it to it /
But if you wanna make money though, I gotta break it down. /
You got Hip Hop and you got Hip Pop /
Hip Pop? Yeah, Hip Pop /
Alotta cats went Pop. /
Yes... It used to real Hip Hop. /
You got the Top 40 version of Hip Pop! /
I still got something else I wanna get off my chest... /

The last bunch of verses comes right after the last phrase in the disucssion.

How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent? /
85 percent represent ignorant /
Either you innocent or guilty /
Some of my favorite emcees fell off /
It damn near killed me /
Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop /
Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop /
Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last /
And five minutes of fame /
That's when it's a shame /
Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers /
If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards /
Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex /
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next? /
It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em /
My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones /
This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites /
Drivin wack songs like you don't give a sh*t /
I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living /
It ain't the money that's the issue /
Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music /
That's when I got beef with you /
And I'ma break it you like never /
Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better /
Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy /
You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee /

I really like this track because of its truthfulness. Binary Star makes a loud and clear diss to the "ignorant suckas" and backs it up with awesome flow of rhymes. I also really like the way they express their thoughts through metaphors.

Tags : Lyrical, Binary Star, Hip Hop, Bruce Lee, Knowledge, Expression, Metaphors

Yup, thats about it. Thanks for reading.

Done by Tosh (Team 4, E24A)

Food for thought

2007-04-16T15:49:00.000+08:00

When we say a man is insane, is it a fact or merely an opinion?

Hip Hop is beautiful.

2007-04-12T01:27:00.000+08:00

Finally I am beginning to truly understand Hip Hop. After 4 years as a Bboy, finally. Knowledge is everywhere, its just whether we are willing to put in the effort to go and dig for it. Its just like a DJ digging the crates, lookin' for a rare and fresh record that he or she can spin at the next jam. As a Bboy I'm like digging through the crates of Hip Hop, browsing through the history of it and it's 4 elements, in search for that gold mine of knowledge which truly satisfies my hunger to learn and improve.

New York City, the Mecca of Hip Hop. I'll work my way there.

2007-03-29T17:41:00.000+08:00

If music was a virus and dancing, the disease... I hope everyone gets infected without any chance of a cure.

- Carlos (EL PRESIDENTE de CARTEL CREATIVO)

2007-03-28T03:57:00.000+08:00

Kumari Dancer/Choreographer/Artist

Bboy Stance

2007-02-26T00:55:00.000+08:00

Tosh Roc

2007-02-17T16:24:00.000+08:00

Smokin' Skull

2007-02-05T17:16:00.000+08:00

Before
After
Done by Yours Truly

Sony World DVD Advertisement

2007-02-03T17:08:00.000+08:00

This is the SONY video advertisement that I did last September. Nothing spectacular. Just went in, did some real simple and sloppy stuff and was paid a grand. Jeah.

Inertia Crew

2007-02-01T01:37:00.000+08:00

Today is my crew's 3rd anniversary. Its kinda hard to believe that its been 3 years already. So much has happened over the past 3 years. Many people have came and gone. Inertia has gone through so much, so fucking much. I remember those times when we were the underdogs, being handed shit from people who hated on us and we could not do much about it because we sucked. But now things have changed. We've trained so fucking hard and sacrificed so much to be where we are at now. I am especially proud of the other 2 pioneering members who started Inertia with me & Kenneth - Dom & Nic. You 2 have always been there for both the crew and the members within. Inertia is more than a crew, Inertia is family. You peeps are more than friends, more than best friends. Nextly, I want to give mad props to muh nigga Chiro. Hes Inertia all the way and I believe he would take a bullet for all us. Thanks for guiding us youngbies over the past 3 years and giving us whatever help you can when we're in need.

Dax. Some of us in Inertia know him, some of us don't, some may not even know he was ever in Inertia. Dax has always been very passionate about being in the crew and it meant alot to him when we took him in in 2004. He was and still is a true brother. Dax, if you're reading this I want ya to know that the Inertia will always welcome you back with open arms if you ever want to return. You got the potential to be a sick ass bboy with amazing flava.

1 thing I wanna point out is that to be in Inertia, you got to have alot of tolerance and patience because you would get insulted and made fun of. Sometimes we go overboard and I know deep down some of us are hurt by some comments or actions made by some of us, but yo, we've all always tolerated one another's crazy nonsense and thats amazing. I believe we all know under all that suaning, we love each other. Some of us in Inertia have not been representing or turning up at session much. I know its hard for some of y'all as you're busy with work or school or whatever. But I really hope you guys can at least make an effort to turn up for session at least once a week.

Ivan would be battling all Inertians this weekend when we go out to celebrate our anniversary to gain entry into Inertia. From now on admission of members will be done through battling, like how it was done back in the days. You have to earn your spot in Inertia. There have been too many instances whereby we admit members because of rashness.

I wanna thank RADIKAL FORZE, the pioneering Bboy crew in Singapore, for guiding us so much and taking us in. Inertia would not have improved and grown so much in the past year if not for guidance and advice from RF. At first when we joined RF, we did not feel like we belonged to the crew. But after going through so much with y'all, now I really feel like RF is family. Thank you Felix. Thank you Farhan. You 2 are like our mentors but at the same time our brothers, our homies, our niggas.

"The best thing is not to know that your homies got your back but it is to know that you got their's instead."

INC4LIFE.

Love,
Tosh

Nerdcore 4 Life

2007-01-25T09:17:00.000+08:00

2007-01-22T16:27:00.000+08:00

"I get a rush when I feel the touch of rough concrete on my hands. My heart pounds. Fresh kicks scrapping the concrete... That sound creates a rhythm in me. I control the beat in my own world, completly free and alone under the lights of the streets..."

Bounce, Mighty Zulu Kings/Essential Rockers

...

Do I really breathe, know and understand Bboying for what it really is?

T5 News

2007-01-17T15:57:00.000+08:00

Did this short 2 minute video for class. Did not have enough time to work on it hence the shitty work... But whatever.

Enjoy

Happy Birthday

2007-01-16T18:33:00.000+08:00

[Verse 1]
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
would you have been a little angel? or an angel of sin?
tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys?
or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?
paid for the murder befor they had determined the sex
choosing our life over your life meant your death
and you never got a chance to even open your eyes
sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life?
Would you have been a little genius, in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
would you have been a little rapper like your poppa the piper?
would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose
and the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would have been

[Chorus x 2]
Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
make a wish
was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake

[Verse 2]
I got a million excuses, as to why you died
and other people got their own reasons for homocide
who's to say it would have worked
and who's to say it wouldn't have
I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad
the fear of being my father has never disappeared
I ponder it frequently while I'm sipping on my beer
my vision of a family was artificial and fake
so when it came time to create I made a mistake
now you got a little brother, maybe it's really you
maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused
maybe, every time that he smiles
it's you proudly knowing that your father is doing the right thing now
I never tell a woman what to do with her body
but if she don't love children then we can't party
I think about it every year so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would have been

[Chorus x 2]
Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
make a wish
was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake

[repeat x2]
from the heavens to the womb
to the heavens again
from the ending to the ending
never got to begin
maybe one day we can meet face to face
in a place without time and space
happy birthday

[Chorus x 2]
Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
make a wish
was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake...

Amazing

2007-01-10T15:43:00.000+08:00

He sat in the corner of a blue tiled toilet
The toilet was dry and quiet as hell
He sat there, drowning in his thoughts
Whispering to people, hoping they could hear his calls
His eyes scanned the toilet, concentrating on the details of the tiles
His vision started distorting and what seemed to be wasn't
All of the sudden, he heard a familar tune coming from the outside
It was a Lullaby...
And he felt like he was one with the music.
It was amazing
He felt afraid and closed his eyes
Clutching his fists, grinding his teeth
He was afraid that Spiderman would have him for dinner
Have him for dinner, sprinkling salt on him, that very night.
The whispers of Robert Smith filled his mind
He felt what the Lullaby wanted him to feel
It was amazing...

Ozzy whispered and calmed him down.
The Anti-Christ Superstar wasn't there
Though he wanted him so bad to be.

He stood up and went to lay on the bed
He stared at the ceiling, with cold sweat running down his forehead
A tune which was unfamilar to him came on
With guitar riffs and crashes of the drum
It blew him away, totally.
He became one with the music once again.
He was the croons and the screams of the vocalist in physical form.
He felt like the clutches of death were strangling him... So very tightly.
Breathing became harder and harder...
He was falling deeper and deeper...
Till the song suddenly stopped.

He awoke and broke free from the agony he was in.

It was his mates.
They asked if he was okay
They told him he looked like he was taking his last breath
They told him he looked like he was dying.

Maybe, just maybe he was.
He felt like he was.
Though ever so miserable, it was amazing.

Being able to feel and understand

The MUSIC.

RIP James Brown, The Godfather of Soul

2006-12-25T23:20:00.000+08:00

James Brown, known to many as the Godfather of Soul, passed away on Christmas Day this year. Sad, sad news.

For those who don't know this great man, he is probably the most influential individual in music over the past 50 years. He had huge influence on Funk, Soul, Hip Hop, R&B, Rock, Metal and several other genres. He was inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 1986 and has over a hundred hits topping charts everywhere all over the world over the last 5 decades. He was a very charismatic and influential figure. He is known as "The Most Hardworking Man in the Business" and his music has been sampled by countless artistes throughout his career.

Without JB, Bboying may not even exist today. He did a dance which he called the "Good Foot". His style of dance influenced kids in the ghetto of the South Bronx to dance and as time went on, the dance progressed and became Bboying. Ask any of the legends of Bboying and James Brown would definitely be on the list of people who influenced them enourmously.

Though I don't know the man personally but I feel like I have lost someone dear to my heart after knowing of his death. I have always felt his music the most when I breaked.

James, if your record happens to come on during my 1-on-1 battle or cyphers in Indonesia, I will definitely rock it with all my heart and soul.

RIP JAMES BROWN.

Step It Up! 2006 Trailer

2006-12-13T23:51:00.000+08:00

Here's the trailer for the Bboy event that I organised and hosted on the 9th of December. Check it out and drop some comments y'all. Peace.

PMS Survival Tips

2006-12-08T03:10:00.000+08:00

2006-11-12T17:56:00.000+08:00

Standing here
In the middle of nowhere
The wind howls in Cerebus' ears
And blows in his hair
Cerebus observes his surroundings
And theres nothing but dark barren land
This place seems familar
He knows he's been here before
But when or how, he doesn't remember
Looking up into the sky
He sees a lil' spot of light at the end of the red-tinted clouds
It appears and disappears, confusing him
Its like it's there but it isn't
All of a sudden
A sharp pain hits his mind

Scenes of happiness and love flashes
Smiles, laughter, hugs and kisses, He sees
Then BAM WAM, its back to reality
He open his eyes and realises he's lying down
He picks himself up
And looks around
What the hell was he doing a train, he thought

DING DONG

He hears an announcement...
"This is your captain and I am sorry to inform you that the train has broken down. Our current location is Hell and the amount of time needed for the train to be up and running again will be approximately eternity. Thank you."

He feels a strong sense of Deja Vu
He's heard that somewhere before
But wait, he hears something else
Ah! He hears moaning in the next cabin
He proceeds to observe
And he sees scantily-cladded Nymphs making love to a Demon
Cerebus scowls at the Demon and decides to attack him
But from behind, a few Nymphs grab ahold of him and calms him down
They start getting closer and closer
As a few other Nymphs shower him with petals from a pink basket,
Petals of temptation
He knows he has to fight this temptation, this evil
But he starts drifting off as they touch him
He hears giggles from the Nymphs
And laughter from the Demon
And thats the last thing he hears

As the train disappears...

Bboy Tosh Trailer 2006

2006-11-08T08:52:00.000+08:00

Did a short video of myself dancing. Enjoy.

Prettified

2006-11-06T09:31:00.000+08:00

Did some editting work for a good friend of mine, Patricia :)

Silence speaks

2006-11-02T15:33:00.000+08:00

By Yours Truly

Exhuastion

2006-10-29T01:00:00.000+08:00

By Yours Truly

Cartoonish Self-Potrait

2006-10-27T09:10:00.000+08:00

By Yours Truly

The Unseen

2006-10-26T14:45:00.001+08:00

Photograph by Jenifer
Editted by yours truly.

2006-10-19T14:54:00.000+08:00

The skies are blue, the sun is shining
In the middle of a green beautiful valley, I am
Observing the surroundings, feeling the breeze
Herds of sheeps grazing down the valley
And around me, lil' butterflies flying

Cottonwooly clouds pinned up high
Brings me peace within as I look from below
I close my eyes and drift
Drift far, far away into my world
Light flashes and I hear wind howling
Memories that have came to past re-enact
Ups and downs, I come to remember

As I drift further away
I get lost
Lost in my thoughts
Thoughts about life, death
Thoughts about religion
Thoughts about love
Thoughts about beauty
Thoughts about friendship
Thoughts about expression
Thoughts abo....

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I open my eyes
The skies are dark
The clouds are red
The grass is black
Standing before me, a man cloaked in shadows
In his hands, he holds a spear
He reaches for me and stabs me in the chest
I scream in pai... wait
I feel no pain but instead
This void, this emptiness
Unexplainable

Everything seems meaningless
Everything doesn't seem to matter
Some part of me, deep down inside
Has passed away. Has died.
The cloaked man looks me in the eye
And mutters words which I cannot hear but understand
He mutters silence for somehow
He has silenced me
Suddenly, the sounding of the seventh trumpet is heard
He pulls the spear out of my chest and scurries away quickly

I fall onto the ground

Motionless.

And as each second passes
I feel the void within disintergrating into ashes
And coming out of my rear as gas
Standing up, I brush off the dirt on my shirt
I look up and smile as I watch
The clouds turn white
The skies turn blue
And below me, the grass turns green
Everything seems so beautiful, so peaceful once again

In the distance, I see
The cloaked man turning back
And looking me straight in the eye
"I'll be back..." he says.
And disappears.

I'm afraid, so afraid
For I know he isn't lying.
He will be back

But I don't know when

Hatredamned

2006-10-19T11:05:00.000+08:00

You hold the key
To unleashing the devil in me
That blood red lil' fella
Who holds a 3-headed spear in hand
Waiting to tear you apart
To fry your organs in molten lava
To crucify you on the cross of love

Look into my eyes
Into the red fiery fires within
Do you see an angel
With scars all over her arms
Do you see an angel
Thats surrounded by butterflies
Protected by them
Loved by them

You do... Don't you?
Are you wondering
Why these horns are here on my head?
You are the reason
You created them
The horns of hate and hurt
Are you wondering
Why the butterflies are there?
I am the reason
I created them
The butterflies of love and comfort

RINGGGGGGG RINGGGGGGGG

Thats your train
Go catch it
Don't forget your ticket...

ALL ABOARD!

Chooo chooo...

Chooo chooo...

BAM BAM BOOM

...

"This is your captain and I am sorry to inform you that the train has broken down. Our current location is Hell and the amount of time needed for the train to be up and running again will be approximately eternity. Thank you."

mirror, mirror

2006-10-18T11:51:00.000+08:00

until twelve
i could believe in you
believe i was part of you
miming. Dancing. funny or sad
i loved you every day

at sixteen, sixteen
i chose to make my character
eyes blue. Cheeks blushed. lips pink
i began to doubt you

twenty, twenty
i saw in others
what i couldn't find in you

mirror, mirror
you're a liar

By Singaporean poet, Chung Yee Chong

Enter.

2006-10-18T11:34:00.000+08:00

You're walking along on a fine sunny morning when you spot a path that leads into the woods. The path is dark but sprinkled with rainbow glitter dust. You decide to walk down the path, deeper and deeper you go. Soon after, you stumble upon a tree. The tree wasn't any ordinary tree. There was a house built on the tree and there were black and white lights blooming out of the windows, lights of creativity and inspiration. Something is calling you to climb up the ladder that leads to it. You start climbing up the ladder and soon you're at the door. You knock and a faceless figure with long wavy hair who's dressed in clothes that changes colours every few seconds answers the door. He invites you in.

"Hello, dickhead. *sniggers* By entering my Tree House, you have entered my artistic world. A world of free expression where there are no limitations and rules. The world within me where ideas, dreams, visualizations and imagination is created and turned into reality. This world is the Tree House, which you are in right now." He says.

"Make yourself at home."