New beats & stuff

I'll be posting beats (some old some new) on my soundcloud. Ironically I read a tweet today asking "so is soundcloud dead". Eh 

Link 

https://m.soundcloud.com/terrell-tendaji

I write about women & love a lot

The simple essence of love 

The irony behind being weak enough to understand it

To grasp it

To hold it 

To be close enough to want it for yourself 

The criticism you receive from people 

Who have once loved

& who have been loved

Finding joy in a person 

Receiving pain from that same person 

Accepting life

Weather Report

So many faces surround me yet I'm still unfamiliar. Take off your masks. A stranger clinches their coat while passing me. The wind howls through the city's streets & allies, chilling us both. "You dropped your knife" I say. They double back. We speak the same language but we are not of the same brotherhood. A flower pedal falls into a still pond. People laugh but nobody really notices. 

3 31 14

We were physically intimate. She got up to walk away, I grabbed her hand & gave her a sharp glance. She pulled away rolling her eyes while walking out of the room. I closed my eyes, expecting to hear the front door slam. The silence was broken by the sound of running water from the kitchen faucet. She returned faster than I had anticipated, a shadowy silhouette with a glass of water in her hand, gently placing it on the night stand. Her body gracefully floats towards the bed. I put my arms around her then covered her with the blanket. Almost close enough to kiss her, I smiled then closed my eyes again. "I love you" she whispered. Then again, nudging me to make sure she had my attention, "I love you". We laughed. I woke up 

Sloppy Broseph

Sloppy Broseph Feat. T-Barz

"Space Port(a)"

Really experimental song. Probably my favorite joint with RAV, Truth & me. Truth produced this. I was really drunk while recording it. You can kind of tell.

Space Port(a)

More rap shit: 2 songs feat. T Barz from Truth's last project

Reel Nickel by Hierarchy-Truth





Ride 4 Me by Hierarchy-Truth

Here's some rap shit. I produced tracks 5, 7, 9, 14, 15, 16, 17, & 18.

http://www.datpiff.com/TRUTH-Cpr-mixtape.458782.html?utm_campaign=piff.me&utm_source=http://t.co/YDh3Tqn5U5&utm_medium=piff.me

Just wrote this

Bitch stop playin wit me

You know you want this dick

I got racks

Look at my car 

You know we get this money

Bitch stop playin wit me

Gimme dat butt

I want that butt

You know I want that butt 

So give it to me

Bitch stop playin wit me

Stop playin & cook me something 

Mix fire with food & see what happens 

Also add miscellaneous seasonings especially salt & pepper 

Bitch stop playin with me & turn on Xbox 

Hand me the controller

Watch me play this game 

You better give me that butt 

Bitch stop playin with me 

7/12/12

Because of her I've searched for the tempered light of love unbound by the structures of man trying to explain existence through futile eyes. At night she cries, screams for me. When the sunrises she laughs & prays that I see the future she hopes for. The dreams she rests upon are far from  my own.

1:26 AM

Mommy look at that man getting lost in a bottle again. He cries tears of sorrow that smell of bourbon & cheap wine. Lighting up an already half smoked cigar,  he licks his lips & focuses his eyes on the ground. The thought of self realization darts across my mind. Not a reality but a hint that it could exist & at this point my instincts tell me to look away from the man. Mommy grabs my hand & hurries me, shouting "come on". This only further peaks my interest of the stranger. I take one last look at the man as I ready my lips to speak. My voice cracks as i clinch the lonely quarter in my pocket. "why?" I ask putting the perfect circle of cold steel in his palm. He looks at me innocently. A smile begins to emerge from his once solemn face. "thank you" he responds then puts the cigar back in his mouth. Mommy has become impatient & pulls me away grabbing me by the collar. We walk. Up two blocks & down two more. Im an adult now & the scent of the mans cigar smoke has become too familiar. 

Art

Met an old timer by the name of Art while the crew & I were trekking through the woods during our mountain getaway last weekend. Turns out we were on his property. He didn't seem to mind, though. He was actually pretty friendly. Ended up giving us a ride back to our campsite. He told us a few stories in exchange for a snapple peach tea. I also attended a kid cudi concert in Philly a couple weeks ago. During the security pat down, the security guy found a tin foil package on this one kid. He opened it up to see it was a brownie (most likely of the marijuana variety). He told the kid "you can eat the whole thing right here but you can't take it in". I prayed for him.

It's Thursday. This was the most important thing that happened to me today.

Adjusted my needle's weight a little so it wouldn't scratch the record as much. I'm now watching the record spin. It's unevenly spinning. The record is warped, bent so it doesn't lay flush against the surface of the turntable. I closed my eyes. I heard perfect music.

The Stranger

I briefly mentioned dude on my twitter but I think he might deserve a more in-depth description..there's this weird dude I see everyday..he wears the same thing everyday, says the same thing to me everyday..I see him walking around town from time to time..I think he's mentally challenged..he kind of creeped me out at first..he looks like a grunge rock fan whos in his mid thirties..ripped black sweats, dirty brown flannel, dusty kicks..sometimes I think that he thinks that I think that he's "normal"..when he talks to me it's almost as if he's trying to sound like he's just a regular dude..the crazy thing about this guy is that nobody notices him but me..maybe he's just a figment of my imagination,a subconscious effort to reflect my own image in my conscious mind..now who's "normal"

It's a show, about nothing..

Yo I was posting this on my iPhone and that shit blanked out so...I'm trying this again..so last month I was in best buy with my girlfriend and I ended up buying all the seasons of Seinfeld on DVD..I've been watching it for a few weeks..on season 7 now..dope shit..George Costanza's flannel game is beast..lol