Drug Money

Eminem wrote some of his lyrics during the shooting of the film 8-mile. In an interview, he said the experience of making the movie brought him back to those moments in his life.

I want to do something that freezes this moment in time for me. At the very least, this will allow me to objectively assess it later in the future. In a short amount of time, I will count up my first million. I wonder how I will reflect on these words at that point. If I know myself the way I think I know myself, I will flame up some kill, turn up the volume all the way so that Speaker Knockerz is literally knocking the fuck out of my speakers, and I my future self will thank the me of today...

Nigga, thank you. Thank you so much for grindin' your ass off. I know what you went through to get me in this position, to put me in this spot. We really did go to war with these motherfuckerz, didn't we? God damn, nigga. Look at us.

You're the Son of motherufuckin' Nietzsche!

After all, wasn't it Nietzsche who said:

“I am by nature warlike. To attack is among my instincts. To be able to be an enemy, to be an enemy – that presuppose a strong nature. It needs resistances, consequently it seeks resistances... The strength of one who attacks has in the opposition he needs a kind of gauge; every growth reveals itself in the seeking out of a powerful opponent – problem; for a philosopher who is warlike also challenges problems to a duel. The undertaking is to master, not any resistance that happen to present themselves, but those against which one has to bring all one's strength, suppleness and mastery of weapons – to master equal opponents.”

In the 33 Strategies of War, Robert Greene says something pretty wicked cool. He tells us that if we calibrate our strengths and weaknesses perfectly, we can take down Goliath with a slingshot.

What this means is that there is no problem too big for The Master Strategist. Or, “The Master Player,” which was the working title of Greene's latest work Mastery...

Heh-heh-heh...

I got this shit runnin' through my motherfuckin' veins, bitches.

I'm not even looking at a book right now. I'm freestyling this shit, with my eyes closed, kinda like playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

Anyway. Back to thankin' myself.

Nigga. Man, I owe you one for this. You gave me the life. The cars. The homes. The flights. The diamonds, the black Gucci sneakers with the spikes...

You put at the top on your arm out the gate 'cause you know where you were goin', bro.

You propagandized and prophesied (and then profited!) this motherfuckin' shit, nigga!

Oh, man. The haters... they don't like me, man. They don't like my attitude. They don't like the way I talk to these hoes. These bitches. These bitch niggas. These ol' fuck ass, broke niggas. Oh, man. I hate you motherfuckerz so bad. I can't wait to shit on your lives, niggas. I can't wait to eat you fuckin' souls.

I'm going to embarrass you. You think you stuntin', nigga? With your 9-5, bullshit job, lil' nigga? You niggas make me laugh.

How much you bitch niggas make a year? I mean, for real, though. $50,000? $100,000? A hundred fifty bands? Man, I did numbers like that in a week.

A week, nigga. Only thing I hadn't mastered at that moment was the art of timing, and fully exploiting an opportunity...

Game's different now.

And I ain't out here movin' no rocks, bro. I'm not flippin' pounds of weed, or Heisenbergin' the fuck outta the meth game...

Although, if I AM... a LOT like Gus.

I'm about to do drug money numbers, NIGGA.

Just Fuckin' Run With It!!!

What would you do if you were not afraid?

He's Here

He's Here

I got a lot off my chest yesterday. I can take some deep breaths now. If you've been reading this, you can probably tell that my activity has ratcheted up recently.

That is because something big is about to happen.

I can feel it. The excitement is building. I will write history. This is history.

Today is important. I must finalize agreements of many sorts. Complete the structure. Plan all the way to the end... and then think backwards. This Law is also wisdom found in Game Theory.

I have many exciting strategic scenarios to analyze, dissect and play with... have to find the perfect solution.

Here we go. Time to fly. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen right now...

My deepest thank you's to Dr. HAHA Lung and Robert Greene. Your writings of war and power have helped get me to this point. The Monster learned his Out-Monstering moves and ways from you.

Through great pain and loneliness comes enlightenment.  When you are all alone, you have to learn how to make it on your own.  This is the greatest power that a man can have, and it is why Robert Greene tells us that the greatest skill one can develop is self-reliance.  

When you're going through soul-warping pain, know that your old self is dying.  Your new self is born.  

And when you recognize the face in the mirror, but not the unbeatable fire burning in your soul - causing a look of pure intensity and focus to permanently settle in your eyes - then you are no longer you.  You are no longer alone...

Because he's here.

Yep.  He's here.  

HAHA.  Watch 14:20 - 14:40.

For me, Ubermensch is a lot like Nikki Minaj's description of Roman (7:00 - 8:00).  

The Ubermensch was born out of rage, and he says things that need to be said.  He does things that need to do be done.  Unlike Nikki and Roman, though, I don't want him to leave.  I want him to stay.  

Oh, Shih!

With my fingertips, I can feel something epic brewing. I asked for this, the fight of a lifetime, a chance to prove myself... once and for all.

Can't act scared now. I have resurrected Nietzsche, conjured up Genghis Kahn, and have borderline personally consulted with Robert Greene and Dr. HAHA Lung. I kept Robert J. Ringer's words echoing in my mind, as I pieced this whole Go board together.

I'm the motherfuckin' Master, bitches. Bow down and put your knees in the fuckin' dirt. I'm done disguising this.

I'm taking off the mask...

We geniuses have a certain breed of our species. You see, we're more dangerous than you normals are.

God damn. I have so much pent up aggression, just waiting to be unleashed on all of you. Sun-Tzu would call it shih.

Perhaps that's because if Sun-Tzu ever walked into the room, with my Robert Greene-style assortment of note cards, and ascertained that I have properly applied both the artistic and scientific aspects of strategy...

Then he just might say: Oh, shih.

Robert Greene analogizes shih to a boulder perched up high, ready to be dropped.

And man oh man am I about to drop some shit on you niggaz.

Light Side Versus Dark Side

Am I super crazy, or just focused as fuck. Or both.

I write so much about the dark side that I feel that I have failed to mention the lighter side of things.

There are people in my life who make me smile. There are people in my life who make me laugh. One of them I met seven years ago. Another I met late in September of this year. In a strange way, I love them both, for some of the same reasons.

They have both taken care of me. They have both encouraged me during my darkest moments. They have reminded me of the glory of the light. One has related with my sense of betrayal. The other has helped me focus on the positive. These are the people in my life that have helped me apply the reversal of Law 10 with great success.

For them both, I will slay dragons.

When I Close My Eyes/Dr. HAHA Lung-Style Meditation/Gone Off My Energy

When I close my eyes, I see a black Lamborghini. A 2014 model. The Aventador syle.

The lamborghini is black. So are the rims. So is the interior. The windows are tinted,

The license plate reads: REVENGE

Heh-heh-heh.

The nigga in the whip looks unquestionably unbeatable. His eyes are closed, as mine are now, as I type this sentence. His head is bowed, as mine is now, as I type this sentence.

Lloyd Banks' Shock The World blasts through the speakers, just as it is for me right now.

This black fuck-you-mobile is parked at a stoplight, at night. Actually, it is late night.

The nigga in the whip has both middle-fingers raised; his arms are stretched high above his head. It looks like he is flipping off the creator of the universe. As the chorus heats up, the nigga raises he head, opens his eyes, and looks towards the heavens...

At the top of my lungs, he is singing along with the chorus: I'm makin' em sick. We all know the remedy: Money over all; wish wrong on my enemy. I'm getting' dough, so the girls go to bed with me. Shorty got the plug, now she gone off my energy. That's right. Gone off my energy. I'm gonna shock the world, bet they all gonna remember me. Gone off my energy. Gone off my energy.  

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