<?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-3318266394409859451</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:02:21.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The World Of Trayo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-1732365830310785760</id><published>2010-02-23T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:34:54.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Up Tho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/S4QRp-iftrI/AAAAAAAAABo/-EIY0KVzaVk/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/S4QRp-iftrI/AAAAAAAAABo/-EIY0KVzaVk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441493662630393522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ART&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-1732365830310785760?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1732365830310785760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=1732365830310785760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/1732365830310785760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/1732365830310785760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-up-tho.html' title='What Up Tho'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/S4QRp-iftrI/AAAAAAAAABo/-EIY0KVzaVk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-3419074303124686436</id><published>2010-02-23T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:31:15.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets See Here</title><content type='html'>Rite now, i'm in LA.  Chillin.  I would do this more often, but for some reason my iPhone aint fuckin with blogger..iDk.  Back to the music!  Trayo-Raydio (end of 1st quarter) will be a 8 track release with all beats previously used by various artists.  why?  Besides the fact I fuckin felt like it, I thought it would give me time to get my hands on more premium production for my next creation.  And that creation is named The Panoramic.  A 12-14 track TrayoMusic Production.  I want to reach out to other artists and reveal my true versatility with this.  Definitely need to link with my reggae bredren.  I might throw a curveball in there with some kind of punk rock collab, i dunno rite now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its taken me so long to put out this project because I want to infuse the struggle in my music, but I didnt want to make an album about pain...and that's what would have happened.  Some gray cloud shit...I think not.  I'm still pumping The Warm Up, although I slumped on M&amp;amp;A (never again).  My nigga told me I need to see some shit, for inspiration.  In other words, hop on a jet and breathe some new air.  Sounds Good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America..World.. 'Olla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-3419074303124686436?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3419074303124686436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=3419074303124686436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/3419074303124686436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/3419074303124686436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-see-here.html' title='Lets See Here'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-3422940106310564972</id><published>2009-11-26T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:25:35.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I'm ready</title><content type='html'>Lets see here...its November now.  I released The Warm Up in May.  Have you heard it?  Proly. Proly not?  O ok.  Anyway, I wanna hear some new shit.  From me.  And from NR.  And from DJ Finyl.  And from Armstrong.  And from Let Em Burn.  You know what?  Its about that time. Warm Up 2.0!!  Naw, that WONT be the title.  Any ideas?  Trayomusic@gmail for suggestions. I'm leaning towards The Soiree, Trayo-Raydio, and All in All.  We'll see though.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I predict a show in January.  Proly--- me.  Price.  A special guest or two.  Fuck it, I might book a lion (with tamer).  But look, its Family Turkey Day and I got (not)shit to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND IM OUT THIS B *TCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-3422940106310564972?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3422940106310564972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=3422940106310564972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/3422940106310564972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/3422940106310564972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-im-ready.html' title='Ok, I&apos;m ready'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-7561679194594902424</id><published>2009-11-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:45:53.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WARM UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzWYCCcxaI/AAAAAAAAABc/w35aw91J_HQ/s1600-h/covers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403429361290102178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzWYCCcxaI/AAAAAAAAABc/w35aw91J_HQ/s400/covers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-7561679194594902424?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7561679194594902424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=7561679194594902424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/7561679194594902424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/7561679194594902424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2009/11/warm-up.html' title='THE WARM UP'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzWYCCcxaI/AAAAAAAAABc/w35aw91J_HQ/s72-c/covers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-2501550082801844403</id><published>2009-11-12T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:09:46.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>353</title><content type='html'>Its been 353 days since I last wrote anything on "In The World of Trayo"....hello again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last writing previewed my first tat, and that was my last.  So far tho, I'm getting more soon.  Shout out to my artist DB (myspace.com/dbtattooman).  I dropped "The Warm Up" (if you dont have it, shoot over to myspace.com/trayomusic or datpiff or holla-at-a-nigga.com &lt;---not literally a .com) mixtape.  The response so far has been very positive since its release, though I have yet to launch a full scale advertising attack.  I also found a way to push myself back w/o a labels help.  If you're trying to get it...GET TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, twitter.  I'm fuckin with twitter now too (twitter.com/trayo).  Shit is dope.  I can say whatever iWant, whenever iWant to.  Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dude Sedrew Price (twitter.com/sedrewprice) and I did a show (shout out to Mikey VIP for putting it together) on Holla-Ween and it was a good look.  Shit had a big turn out too.  The Carey sisters came thru, my man NR, Eddie Tha Snapshot Man, K-Town, Pimp named Slickback, it was a joyous occasion.  Fresh, of course.  Had to bring out tha Notre Dame joint for tha people.  Peep my man Al Gebra's(twitter.com/AlDaMathaddict) blog for pix (mathaddictslifestyle.blogspot.com). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following sunday we had an interview with Kelly J (twitter.com/KelzisKellyJ) over at Xradio.com.  That was my second radio joint.  First in studio session tho, we killed it.  Had HELLA fun.  Gotta do it again.  Sooner than later i'll post a recording of the show.  I haven't even heard it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have time to reflect over tha last year witchal and shit but what I willl say i've grown tremendously as an artist...but much more as a man.  TrayoMusic Beyatch!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-2501550082801844403?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2501550082801844403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=2501550082801844403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2501550082801844403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2501550082801844403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2009/11/353.html' title='353'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-2672555758625668956</id><published>2008-11-25T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:16:08.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SSvPTSthjvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8y2SLKk9ELE/s1600-h/tat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SSvPTSthjvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8y2SLKk9ELE/s320/tat+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272535719114542834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, thats my tattoo.  We'll call it passion on fire!  LOL!  Its not my last though.  Im working on quite the collage.  Not a whole lot is poppin tho.  Except this music shit.  Thats always poppin baby pa.  Obama is in, and so is the Eastside.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-2672555758625668956?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2672555758625668956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=2672555758625668956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2672555758625668956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2672555758625668956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/yea-thats-my-tattoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SSvPTSthjvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8y2SLKk9ELE/s72-c/tat+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-2273165630388809637</id><published>2008-11-07T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:12:08.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>Well for starters...&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE YOU DOWNLOAD THE BOY SEDREW PRICE'S LATEST MIXTAPE "THE REBELLION" @ SEDREWPRICE.COM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first radio show (The Carey Sisters) last nite.  I still haven't actually heard it, but it was cool.  LVRocks.com to hear it.  Questions and what not.  I think I did ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everybody reading.... GET YA GEAR GAME POPPIN, BECAUSE ITS GONNA BE A COLD WINTER AND I WILL BE THE HOTTEST NIGGA OUT!  YA DIGGERY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA IS MY PRESIDENT!!!!!  WTFUCK!!!!!  Didn't think I'd live to see it.  A black president.  In America.  Quite the ploy to reel in the people.  Big up to Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on the newest mixtape "The Warm Up".  It'll be done within the next 2 months.  Its a problem already.  Much better than Lyrically Handsome, which was, and still is mean and vicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm signing out.&lt;br /&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-2273165630388809637?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2273165630388809637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2273165630388809637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-6119129018857095797</id><published>2008-10-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:49:34.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Random Shit</title><content type='html'>Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 12 hrs in the studio on sunday night.  Laid down some FIYAH.  And blew some too.  Eight L's in seven hours...WTF.  Thas not healthy.  First ever hsngover from the herb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met MP.  Nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my 1st tattoo.  Shout out to DB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, that's enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-6119129018857095797?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6119129018857095797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=6119129018857095797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6119129018857095797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6119129018857095797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-random-shit.html' title='New Random Shit'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-2279890150440527950</id><published>2008-09-28T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:04:17.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekly Ramblings</title><content type='html'>This past wednesday I took the time out of my life to attend a small show spearheaded by Smooth Life Promotions and Sedrew Price.  Of course 10 artists went on before him and it gave me time to reflect.  I am rather pleased with my musical progression.  I looked onstage to see the same ass shit and I do believe the crowd felt the same way.  Big up for the effort, but E (empty) for creativity.  So when its time for Sedrew to go on, most of the crowd had gracefully bowed out.  Aaarrgghh, the salad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever expressed my joy over pristine posteriors?  And when accompanied with a pretty face it makes for a jubilant celebration for all to appreciate!!!  The only thing since rims and income tax checks that can make any nigga excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about three weeks I'll be in my humble abode.  Oh look at me, about to officially become a grown ass man.  Can't talk reckless at work anymore, need that check!!!  Hahahahaha.  Its gonna be dope son.  Want to know where?  AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION IN THE SOUTHWESTERN UNITED STATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-2279890150440527950?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2279890150440527950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=2279890150440527950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2279890150440527950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/2279890150440527950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekly-ramblings.html' title='My Weekly Ramblings'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-6252606263591479059</id><published>2008-09-22T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:33:15.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Peep my vision.  The first level of a tri level home.  83 percent women.  "Fucking You Tonight" blaring on the RCA system backed by an aftermarket amplifier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song like that.  A setting such as..., and cool ass me.  What is one to do?  But think of the lyrics.  Done thinking yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise my randomness&lt;br /&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-6252606263591479059?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6252606263591479059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=6252606263591479059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6252606263591479059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6252606263591479059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-8888044036368292980</id><published>2008-09-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:46:20.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding, Niggas, Life</title><content type='html'>First of all....&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUT TO CRYSTAL AND JEFF FULTON FOR THEIR NEW UNION.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, although the wedding festivities were quite a bit at times, things came out great.  Mad niggas showed up.  Not too much drama, but just enough to know who was there.  As I stood at the altar with the rest of the groomsmen, my mind wandered a bit.  Like, I'm going to be the fool up there one day taking someones snotty nose daughter off of their hands.  It was a beautiful site tho.  Shout out to baby girl who was my walking mate.  We showed our ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of embarking on a journey, I'm about to get the hell out of pops crib and get my own spot.  Its kinda weird.  Furniture shopping and what not.  Doing this shit called "saving".  Hmmmm.  I've waited for this moment for some time.  My own shit.  No roommates.  No parents.  Not shit.  I hope my brother doesn't think its gonna be his safehaven, because I charge by the day.  Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Niggas.  They never change.  &lt;br /&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-8888044036368292980?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/8888044036368292980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/8888044036368292980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-niggas-life.html' title='Wedding, Niggas, Life'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-4740586827601303520</id><published>2008-09-11T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:19:50.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I'm so rude</title><content type='html'>I know somebody is thinking, who the fuck is this nigga yappin bout some bullshit?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Name: Trayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Place: Las Vegas (Eastside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thoughts: Out Of This World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saying: Call me what you want, just call me on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reason: I can blog about a bunch of bullshat everyone around has heard already one time or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Contact: TrayoMusic@Gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's enough for now...&lt;br /&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-4740586827601303520?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4740586827601303520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=4740586827601303520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/4740586827601303520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/4740586827601303520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-im-so-rude.html' title='Oh, I&apos;m so rude'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-3502228822323092221</id><published>2008-09-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:53:07.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!!</title><content type='html'>I love this muthafukking T-Pain record.  I don't usually dabble in the same thing as the commons, but this time its different.  I remember when son dropped "I'm Sprung".  I didn't think he'd blow up to this shit.  Got a nigga doin tha butterfly to this shit.  Hahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAYOMUSIC BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-3502228822323092221?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3502228822323092221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=3502228822323092221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/3502228822323092221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/3502228822323092221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!!'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-627353463028476909</id><published>2008-09-09T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:58:02.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Music</title><content type='html'>As I stand here at my workplace, watching some cover band with the average age of 46 play music that was entertaining over two decades ago, I ask myself....&lt;br /&gt;DO I REALLY WANT TO MAKE MUSIC AND ENTERTAINMENT MY PROFESSION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I would hate to house the anticipation of performing in front of crowds large enough to fill up Madison Square Garden..... and be subdued to small lounges and barmitzfah's.  They say hope for the best, I'm down to  work for it.  Later for a cover band, I'd rather let a diamond bamd cover the wrist on my great grandson.  LONG PAPER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-627353463028476909?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/627353463028476909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=627353463028476909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/627353463028476909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/627353463028476909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/doing-music.html' title='Doing Music'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-6220323993774976418</id><published>2008-09-08T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:41:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of this Suwoop has me asking.... Who-You!</title><content type='html'>"Bitch I am a Blood, Su-Woop."  Is this a Mack 10 line?  No.  This is Lil Wayne.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now more than ever, people all over the world (or at least in Las Vegas) are claiming to be in, or have some kind of blood affiliation.  I mean, niggas I've known for YEARS now say they have been Blood all along.  Now although I am Blood nor Crip, I take a little offense to this.  Why?  Because this shit is dishonesty.  All of you are lyin ass niggas trying to fit in.  If you blood me, and I kno for a fact ur not official, ima ring off.  So if LIL WAYNE bloods me, ima ring off.  I'm not a believer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the females.  There's a large group of simple-minded young women who have to spew out a "blood" or "on-bloods" in a convo.  Next time it happens, ima ring off.  The shit has become a fashion statement.  You dumb niggas is gonna get killed for nothin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-6220323993774976418?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6220323993774976418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6220323993774976418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-of-this-suwoop-has-me-asking-who.html' title='All of this Suwoop has me asking.... Who-You!'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-8744121847071001444</id><published>2008-09-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:54:12.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Share My World</title><content type='html'>So as you may know, yesterday was my birthday.  Congratulations Trayo.  And as usual I didn't do much.  Pretty much lamped at the house and kicked it with my brother.  But something different happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda realized how close I was to my co-workers.  I got quite a few phone calls and what not.  Then right before I left, like 10 waitresses brought out cupcakes with sparklers and what not.  DJ Reaxh shouted me out.  Spotlight and some more shit.  I aint gonna front, I was touched a lil bit.  Thanks to everybody who shouted me out, and shouted at me.  When I got bread, we gonna have a goosed out pow wow.  Holla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-8744121847071001444?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/8744121847071001444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/8744121847071001444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/09/share-my-world.html' title='Share My World'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-1565443090342151446</id><published>2008-08-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:17:16.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drought</title><content type='html'>WHERE THE FOCK ARE YALL AT?  WHERE THE FOCK ARE THEY AT?  Who am I referring to?  The women worth utilizing time on.  Over the last I don't know how long, I haven't met a woman I'd sit down and share a meal with.  Well, beyond looks.  Anybody share my grief? Express your gripe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-1565443090342151446?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1565443090342151446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=1565443090342151446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/1565443090342151446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/1565443090342151446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/drought.html' title='The Drought'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-6522135043240384136</id><published>2008-08-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T05:45:29.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Of Obama...</title><content type='html'>I'll take the time out to give shouts to my lad Sen. Obama for spearheading the Democratic party.  [Now that I got that out of the way]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this Obama talk reminds me of a woman I met.  We'll say her name was "Krystel".  I'm thinking she was righteous and what not.  A different type of woman.  For goodness sakes, I met her while she was work for OBAMA committe in Nevada.  HARDY HAR!  She winded up being like most of em.  Smut-tastic.  Quite a shame.  I had hi hopes for her.  SMH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TrayoMusic BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-6522135043240384136?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6522135043240384136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/6522135043240384136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/speaking-of-obama.html' title='Speaking Of Obama...'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-94823877332726615</id><published>2008-08-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:03:04.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;] What's On The Good Ol Brain</title><content type='html'>Lemme start with DMX.  Or should I say Inmate Simmons, because I KNOW this nigga is headed to the pen (maybe he should have stuck to using one).  X was one of my favorite dudes period, and then he fell THE FUCK off.  I can't defend him any longer.  Nigga thinks he's in a "action-drama" pretending to be the feds (which was probably pretty fun til he got pinched) and lying to the hospital about his name.  WTF EARL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Magic Convention.  What Myspace models live for.  Hahahaha.  I hate this shit.  The largest clothing convention in the U.S. manages to bring out the biggest dingleberrys this country has to offer.  Not to mention all the rappers get to come out and spread their man milk all over the bimbo's!  Aaaahahahaha.  Sorry, but that's how it was put to me.  Not to mention I work at a club.  A rather popular one.  And God forbid they can't get in with a t-shirt.  They're quick to text Johnny Dumbass who can provide nothing but business cards who won't get his friend past the shiny stantion connected to a rope, accompanied by a large man with malicious intentions.  UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TIME FOR SCHOOL AGAIN KiDDo's!!  Sometimes I miss the first week fashion shows of school.  Both High School and "institutions of higher learning" (all I did was learn how to get high).  After all the talk about the immaculate backsides and first week takedowns, its time to start learning.  GOOD LUCK GUYS!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, for this recession.  Its some bullshat!  I heard some prostitutes conversing about how its messing woth their money as well.  We need to get this together America!!  HOES GOTTA EAT TOO!!  Its a shame when a frumpy anglo can't pay for his Dodge Caravan payment AND some good head from Sacha!  And Jeezy has named his album just that, "The Recession".  Happy you noticed nigga, can't afford the album.  See you in the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TrayoMusic....BEYATCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-94823877332726615?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/94823877332726615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/94823877332726615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-on-good-ol-brain.html' title='&lt;] What&apos;s On The Good Ol Brain'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-7325900335413225096</id><published>2008-08-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:58:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Of B.M.W.</title><content type='html'>760Li.  Exterior Crimson and Cream (70/30), chrome 22 inch TIS rims.  Crimson and Cream leather interior.  Sounds phenomenal.  Too bad that's not what B.M.W. stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverages.&lt;br /&gt;Money.&lt;br /&gt;Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me what you want, just call me on my birthday.  These are three things that I really do love.  Let me break it down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverages.  What can I say.  They are God's gift to thirst.  Everything from Boones Farm to Brisk Iced Tea.  Some drinks are better than others, but still they are a neccesity.  A few of my personal favorites are:&lt;br /&gt;Peach Orchard Punch [Tropicana], Cherry Vanilla Groove [Fruitopia], Dasani Water, Various Flavors of Twister, Remy &amp; Sprite, Tokyo Tea, Red [Need I Say More].&lt;br /&gt;Really I could go on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money.  Though it is rumored to be the root of all evil, it feels rather heavenly in my pocket.  No one loves the grind for it, but the outcome is sweeter than project Kool-Aid [please refer to "Red"].  I recently finished a record called "Superfly" and its nearly impossible to be that without what.... MONEY.  Though I could care less for the slave masters on the bill, I don't mind having them.  I may get backlash from this one, but oh well.  Give all your money to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN.  Must I REALLY say more?  I LOVE em.  What man doesn't?  For the exception of homosexual ones.  But even they want to be like them.  All of them.  Especially them sweet, soft skinned, brownskin ladies.  Sweet Lord!  All shades.  From all over the world.  Crenshaw to Capetown.  That's black women (which I'll touch on very soon), spanish women, african women, the ones with that accent from the UK.  All of em.  Now to my favs....&lt;br /&gt;The Black Woman.  The American Black Woman is what I call a modern marvel.  All the lovely shades.  All the decadent flavors of chocolate.  The curves.  Nah, all that ASS.  Even the ones who don't carry a large posterior, I'm HERE with you.  Eyes, lips, legs.  The way you move.  Your voice.  Your attitude.  Your courage, charisma, and confidence...&lt;br /&gt;MAY THE CHURCH SAY AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.M.W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-7325900335413225096?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/7325900335413225096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/7325900335413225096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love-of-bmw.html' title='My Love Of B.M.W.'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3318266394409859451.post-8794093792836017744</id><published>2008-08-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:15:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving rite along...</title><content type='html'>With all the things I see and hear on the daily, I now have somewhere to dump it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3318266394409859451-8794093792836017744?l=trayomusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8794093792836017744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3318266394409859451&amp;postID=8794093792836017744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/8794093792836017744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3318266394409859451/posts/default/8794093792836017744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trayomusic.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-rite-along.html' title='Moving rite along...'/><author><name>Trayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527665819295971119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IgoG5R3NxPk/SvzVYL51diI/AAAAAAAAAA8/quZIVA28S7U/S220/covers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
