<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15446431</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:40:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN YOUR FACE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15446431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>in your face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16870285979328349040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15446431.post-112481235094323027</id><published>2005-08-23T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:11:56.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>steppin up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6728/1430/1600/2pac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6728/1430/1600/2pac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these special peeps ere man are ppl who hv stepped up, who stood out and defined wad i am indirectly man. these ppl hv feet of clay, mere mortals(discounting ppl i know), not supa-man, just ppl who stepped up, ppl who has inspired me to go a step further. in ball, in classroom, in life. (not in any order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Martin Luther King Jr&lt;br /&gt;this is the nigga who started it all man, the freedom fighta, the hustla, the 1 true hero. hes the 1 who rallied thousands to stand up, speak out and fight for what you think its right. yet he reminded us about peaceful social dissent, hustlin thru the right means man. hustlin for what is right, rightly. ima stand up for mah own belief, even if its against the grain of society, cuz i fun give a fuckin damn man. in ball, im gonna hustle for mah skool, even if others discount us, ima stand up and step up for mah team, ima go down or up wif mah comrades man. no matter drong, the whole sports department, or even the whole skool, ima step up for this team. its gona be in yur face. like MLK, ima step up and say wad i hv in mind, i have yet the courage, but i fuckin will do it, i will shout out loud all the wrongs the skool did for da team.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tupac Amare Shakur(RIP) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6728/1430/1600/2pac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6728/1430/320/2pac.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this nigga is a hustla, a souljah.hopefully he aint dead yet. he knew he was wrong he knew he was little, he knew he got trapped in the system and the game. yet he wanna step up, its him against the world, despite all the marfuckers who condemned him.&lt;br /&gt;"We talk a lot about Malcom X and Martin Luther King JR, but It's time to be like them, as strong as them. They were mortal men like us and everyone of us can be like them. I don't want to be a role model. I just want to be someone who says, this is who i am, this is what i do. I say what's on my mind",Tupac Shakur&lt;br /&gt;"EVEN THOUGH I'M MARKED FOR DEATH, I'MA SPARK TILL I LOSE MY BREATH"&lt;br /&gt;"My music is not for everyone. It's only for the stong-willed, the [street] souljah music"Tupac Shakur&lt;br /&gt;im not a souljah, pac knew the ghetto aint any gd. but ima spark man, ima be stong, ima say whats on mah mind. i aint wanna back down on anybody.&lt;br /&gt;3. MJ&lt;br /&gt;his heart, his hustle, his game, his name,his heirness. hes the perfect sports icon man. no use elaboratin on em, hes just 2 damn gd. he stepped up when the clock's tickin, he hustlin all da time, he gonna still dive for da ball as a 40 yr old. hes a winner and a clutch performer.&lt;br /&gt;4. AI&lt;br /&gt;his heat and his hustle man, thats just insporational, a tiny guy playin in a league of big men. yet he earnin his pts, his MVP trophy. he taught me that the heart is the most deadly weapon in anything, it gives you an extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;5. Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;hes my idol man, yall might not fuckin beleive it but he is. hes a great man, a true genius, but most importantly, a man who dared to go against the grain, a man with the i-dun-give-a-damn-attitide with feet-firmly-on-the-ground mentality. his hair-do, he dun give a fuckin damn, international fame? no matter i am still mahself. he dun give a fuckin damn about his clothings. as long as he doin his thang. hes a man of his own belief, a man who dares speak out against what was wrong. and a man passionate about his works, not money, but passion for science, for knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction."&lt;br /&gt;6. Steve Nash&lt;br /&gt;he provin a guy without hops can do his thang, breakin ankle wif quicks and shrewd, he has also hustle in his game man, playin wif his heart. he mah ballin MVP, always will be. he got so many weapons so many diffrent approaches to shit man. and hes a general a real great general who leads from da front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15446431-112481235094323027?l=aint-no-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112481235094323027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15446431&amp;postID=112481235094323027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15446431/posts/default/112481235094323027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15446431/posts/default/112481235094323027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/steppin-up.html' title='steppin up'/><author><name>in your face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16870285979328349040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15446431.post-112420907483802250</id><published>2005-08-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:17:54.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIS IS THE CHILLI</title><content type='html'>most ppl in skool man, dunno chilli man. its the best place on earth man, the only place i would evr die for. ma home, ma turf man. the ballin here is competitive shit, we grab boards, we shoot, we hustle, we pass, we dribble for a livin man. it aint exactly the streetz of rucker, but we tough bunch man.&lt;br /&gt;of course mah pride lies in the fact tt were westernized. we dun fuckin call no cheap fouls at times. we uses our mind to play, though sometimes we lose it. we condemn the funny shit lang and jargons the easternizers use man. like chop, burn all fucked up man.we pride ourselves in this man. evrywhere i go i reppin chilli to the fullest. i feel strong towards this court man, towards mah turf.&lt;br /&gt;its been a fucked up journey ere man. i rmb the fucked up sec 1. who has handlez man, but dunno how to use it. but he hustle all the way man. aite he got whacked in the face, abused, laffed at. but no shit he hustlin. he wanna be good man, he wanna make it. and its all for da passion of the game, the love of the game. his only puropse to play is cuz he loves it, not others, nuthin else, exclusively to dat. then he learns how to shoot, goin further down. aite he still got mocked man, cuz he quiet , very quiet. let the others take over he says, but deep, he wanna take over, he wanna step up. he takes jumpers by himself. went to gym, went to trainin regularly. he knows he lacks talent. but he knows he has hustle on his side. he was flashy man, to ppl in other courts, many dun like em, but fuck em, he repped  "showboat" ppl say, and he changed. more efficient, slasher, shooter, post moves. evrywhere he learned cuz he loves the game. simple as dat. later gainin sum recognition, sum respect. but no shit, he still wanna take over, still wanna be good.&lt;br /&gt;tis is the chilli&lt;br /&gt;mah turf&lt;br /&gt;our turf&lt;br /&gt;our grounds&lt;br /&gt;love it, live it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15446431-112420907483802250?l=aint-no-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112420907483802250/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15446431.post-112412251040433672</id><published>2005-08-16T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:15:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st and foremost..</title><content type='html'>aite all u peeps readin this 1st shit by me. 1st and foremost this fuckin' blog of mine is no meant to be popular man, it aint gonna make me the best person ull ever noe. all u haters mite think im actin cool aite. who gives a fuckin damn. im writin for me. mahself. in mah own real words tt sumtimes u dun fuckin see outside man. if u dun like it u can go some porn website and fuck urself then. i dun give a shit. this is mahself man. after all the weblog is the epitome of self-centeredness. the breakdown: im gonna write abt mahself, to mahself, im mah own words.&lt;br /&gt;ull noe me man. the guy u call a "nerd" at times, a "baller" at most, the guy many laff at, some respect, some hate , some call arrogant, some call "22 years old", some call "smelly". tats  jusz wad i am man, i aint gonna succumb to shit to change mahself. not anytime soon.i dun give a damn cuz im wad i am.&lt;br /&gt;if u read this and think im changin. nah man nvr, i hafnt changed since long inside man. hardly.&lt;br /&gt;now lemme confess a few shit 1st. last year, i studied hard cuz of 1 reason, too simple. BEAT RICHARD TEO. tts it man. hes my good bud, aint no doubt abt it and 1 of the few ppl mah age i respect. but it aint personal. its just a gd reason i find man.&lt;br /&gt;i ball cuz of passion. and to win. all u haters who tinks mah team is fucked up i dun give a damn. ive total confidence in mah comrades man, we shall go up or go down togther man. lika soldier in a battle im gonna hustle man hustle cuz of 1. ur mah comrades, mah best men 2. cuz if the badge tt say s the best is yet to be.&lt;br /&gt;ima listen to hip hop and rap shit, against the mainstream sometimes cuz those shit pumps me up man. u gotta be motivated to do yo thang. classroom shit, ballin shit. u gotta hustle. i see the struggle in da streets as parallel to struggle in the classroom man. yall tink im weird? aye mayb i am but i dun give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;so u get the flow of this blog shit man. i dun give a damn wad im gonna write&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15446431-112412251040433672?l=aint-no-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112412251040433672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15446431&amp;postID=112412251040433672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15446431/posts/default/112412251040433672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15446431/posts/default/112412251040433672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aint-no-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-and-foremost.html' title='1st and foremost..'/><author><name>in your face</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16870285979328349040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
