Usetabee B!tches/N!ggas

What it do good folk? Its ya boy Sir Steezly of Homewood(thanks Tiz) back at yall with the blog. I'm glad to see I've been well recieved in my return to the blogosphere. I luuuuuh yall too!!! LOL. Yo...aint nathan goin on over here but work. But...I guess thats why I called these the 925 Chronicles huh? So with that aside...we might as well get down to this here blog.....shall we?

In my new job, I've met a lot of ustabee bitches and usetabee niggas. And what I mean by that is, a person that USED to be the flyest nigga/bitch on the block and they still tryna hold on to that. Peep game, cut it out. LOL. Real rap, you look like a fool. So the fuck what you was prom queen in 1998. Or voted Best Dressed in 1989. Its most definitely 2010. Its time to move on.

Peoples its easy to spot a ustabee nigga and/or bitch by the "swag" they have. Honestly, if you're over 19 using the word swag, you're most likely a ustabee nigga and/or bitch. But,aside from that, any man that still wears "outfits" is a usetabee nigga. Like if your are 25+ dressing in themes...like, you're a sailor on Monday, a pimp on Tuesday, a ghostbuster on friday etc. You need to grow up...that shit was fly when your mom was dressing you for Easter pictures and you posted up with the bow tie...but when you are CHOSING these "outfits" then...you are obviously holding on to a time long long ago, in a land far far away....Give it up, give it up..give it up.

As for you broads, its a little more complicated. Because you can easily mistake a usetabe bitch for the everyday hoodrat. Usetabee bitches are far more verbal. They will speak on the hustlin nigga that USETA pick them up after school their senior year...neglecting to admit that senior year was in 1986. Or they may speak on how "all them bitches USETA hate on me at my old job"....Bitch you been unemployed since 2003. 4 kids and 60 pounds later aint nobody hating on shit. Calm down...feel me?

When its all said and done, what I'm saying here is, once you get complacent and start living in the present...once the present is done, you will inevitably have to start living in the past. So with that said people, keep your present as fly as you can...take the rear view mirrors off your whip and look towards the future. Just keep it pushin and errrrthang is gonna be okay. You mighta been a geekface back in the day...but you may be a swan tomorrow...the more you harp on the here and now, and the past...the less you will be tomorrow...

"You figure I could take a day off how?/when tomorrow I could be better than I am right now..."(c) Curren$y aka Spitta

I'm out

Validation

What it do good folk. Another good day back in the lives of these chronicles. Nothin much goin on here. I wanted to give a quick shout out to my uncle Greg for catching on to these blogs. And a lil something for Monsta, for givin me those Spitta mixtapes. So on to these chronicles....shall we?

"I don't want a dude that dont take care of his body" This was uttered by the most slovenly bitch I've met recently. This needs to stop.

As the square that I am I was validation for a corny bitch for YEARS....I am curtailing that activity. She aint shit and I will let her know about it. But in reality how many of you are validation for the off brand nigga/bitch you're with?

Do you always foot the bill for youre excursions?

Is the nigga/bitch always crying broke?

Is the nigga/bitch always talking about the money and/or power that they wield?

If so you are the validation for this nigga/bitch. Nothing wrong with that, you just need to step it up. Underdig?

I was the validation for bitch treachery for over seven years. Not to say I'm the flyest nigga around, but for a lazy bitch like her to link up with a nigga like me that, cooks cleans and deals with kids, well, that shit is rare. She wants you to beleive that niggas like me grow on trees. We definitely don't. I would like yall to know that I break the mold every time I type these fuckin words. Well I've talked enough, and Bitch Treachery is probably in a tizzy right now. Who gives a flyin fuck...lol

When yall get a chance, look at ya bitch/nigga and make sure you aint a validation...cool?

I'm out

When Poppin Ya Collar Goes Wrong

What it do good folk? Its that internet square back in the spot with the chronicles. How yall been? I been good, grindin like I been doin. Tryna make it do what it does. So I'm at work today and my stomach and butthole committed a ferocious act of treason. They betrayed me in the most vile of ways. That is all I'm gonna say about that. Not much else has been goin on in my personal life. Bitch Treachery is being her regular treacherous self. Nothing really worth talking about here. So, lets get down to bidness...shall we?

Poppin my collar!!!! Yall niggas need to stop this. So I'm talkin to a broad I work with, and she is going on and on and on about having her own money, being about to graduate, having her own shit...yada yada yada. As I'm sitting there pretending to listen all I could think is, who gives a flyin fuck? Do what you do, and keep your mouth shut. If you gotta talk about it, then obviously it aint that fly. When is the last time a nigga with a Benz bragged about having a Benz? And in the off chance he did...the dude most likely is homeless right now because of the car.

At the end of the day people, either you fly or you not. If a nigga disses ya fat ass, most likely its cause you wasn't the fat sloppy cup of tea he desired. Dust yourself off and move on. Don't sit there and write a whole Terry Mcmillan novel about it. It makes you look just like the off brand bitch/nigga that you are. If you were everything you say you are, dude wouldn't be balls deep in the skinny bitch you stalking on facebook....figgadeal me?

The beautiful thing about collar poppin is that you rarely have to do it. If you are everything you claim to be, there will always be a new pair of hands right there to pop your collar and let you stunt and floss to your hearts desire. Yall niggas got it fucked up. I had a young lady tell me today that she thinks that I am a very good man. Get it corrected, I don't walk around touting what I do for my family like I'm some super hero in training. This was just some shit she felt and decided to express to me. As I write this my collar is freshly popped. Don't try this without parental supervision kids.....

I guess what I'm saying is you don't have to sell shit to anyone. Pop your collar to yourself. And if you keep up the fly shit people will notice and assist you, then eventually take over any and all collar popping activity that you have going on. Until then? Play it low key, get ya game together, and one day maybe you too can be a fly square...oh I mean fly guy/chick like you want to be.

I'm out

I Aint Ya Damn Friend!!!!

What it look like folk? Its that square dude back with these Chronicles. I hope this edition finds you all lookin good and smellin good. I'm doin aiiiiight. My body is comitting treasonist acts against me right now. Got a dude catching a pretty persistant cold. Not cool....not cool at all. But enough about me, Its about the blog...so lets get down to bidness....shall we?

This particular blog is going out to yall muthafuckas trying to be your kids best friend instead of their fuckin parent. This was prompted by some nonsense brought forth by Bitch Treachery. So apparently its inappropriate for me to bathe my oldest daughter. News to me. But I'm not gonna harp on that. I will most likely trash her about it in depth later. But the essence of my blog is firmly embedded in the argument. It was said that my daughter(who is 7) needs "privacy". What the FUCK for? She don't own shit. She don't do shit, without my permission. Bottom line, I'm her daddy...not her fuckin buddy.

As parents yall niggas better realize that its YOUR responsibility to RAISE your children. To have them respect you, which will eventually lead to them respecting themselves, and anyone else who deserves it. As a friend of mine always says...you are the creator, the Alpha and the Omega. My mother and I have an extremely close relationship. One in which I've talked to her about my sex life(provided that she inquires) since I was 17 or 18. Why? Because she understood when I was 6, 7, 8, 9 that she wasn't my friend. She was my parent. She washed, fed, clothed, consoled, and whipped my ass. In a lot of instances...my NAKED ass. Nobody was trying to call the people on her(well there was one time Grandad and my brother had to step in....) but you get the point.

Peep the flavor neighbor. Its 2010. "Bitches givin ass up at ages mo' younger"(c) Nas. Why? Cause daddy aint/wasn't/and won't be there. And not only is he not there, in some even more fucked up cases when he IS there he is BEST PAL and not Daddy Doe Rake. So instead of sittin on YOUR lap when she's 7, she sittin on Rashads when she's 16. And eventually Loraines when she is ran through and busted at 27. All because she was denied proper attention, love and guidance as a child.

In closing niggas, AND treacherous bitches need to understand that these kids are not your equal. They never will be, but if you conduct yourself as an adult maybe you can talk to them line a real person one day as opposed to your high school chum. Maybe, juuuuuust maybe, you will be more than just the old bitch that kinda sorta watched them grow up, and be an actual confidant....

I'm out

Putting the D!ck on a Pedastal

What it do good folk? I know yall thought I was bullshittin when I said I was gonna be hittin yall early and often with these here chronicles. But here I am again...the square that I am givin you more of what you want and need. As has been the case recently, I feel great. I'm sitting here just hours away from "Watching Pacquiaou box em up" (c) Jay-Z. Bout to eat a cheesesteak and just feelin good about life. Bitch Treachery left the house and took the kids, and her funky ass attitude with her. So I can't complain. I won't keep yall waiting anymore though...we bout to get to bidness...shall we?

"But she's the mother of your kids". That is some bullshit that chicks say to me when I talk about Bitch Treachery and my burning desire to leave her punk ass. "There had to be something that you liked about her at some point". More bullshit from the same lonely ass bitches. Bottom line fuck her and everyone that looks like her. She IS the mother of my kids. SO?!?!?! I'm the father of hers. That doesn't mean shit to her...so why should the fact that she pushed them out mean a hill of beans to me? I love my kids. And I respect the fact that she went through something that I didn't(and couldn't) to create them. But thats where the shit stops. Real rap? They came through me first. Without me there would be no them. But muhfuckas forget that shit real fuckin quick when that once a month bleeding thing stops. The pussy gets put up on this high ass pedastal that can never be seen or reached by another human. No matter how disgusting the chick is that this pussy is attached to. No matter how irrelevant her life is. She shit out some kids so she must be revered. Fuck outta here!!!!

"Even though you was a crack fiend mama/you always was a black queen mama..."(c) Tupac. This nigga basically echoed the sentiments of black america with that one line. No matter how fucked up your mom is, you gotta love her. Again, fuck outta here. Get that pussy off the pedastal. Put the dick that created your ungrateful as up there instead. Now, I know in black america that there are not many men that deserve the honor of having their phallic being put up on a pedastal. But there are a lot that do. Niggas is doing their thing taking care of kids, when the slovenly ass mother is too high, drunk, or self absorbed to do the same. True story, I come in the house today after running errands, and my oldest child is CLEANING my youngest daughters shitty ass. Are you fuckin serious?!?!?! All while the black queen, or Bitch Treachery as she is referred to in these chronicles, is sitting not 6 feet away. How the fuck does this happen. And why is this bitch gonna get flowers, and cards, every fuckin May because she DELIVERED(not raised) some kids. Fuck anyone that thinks that that dumb shit makes sense.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Just because the woman aint shit, doesn't mean the man is any better. Very true. I'm a fuck up. I will be the first to say that to anyone. But at the same time, my dick deserves to be on the highest of pedastals. Frame that shit. Dip it in bronze and dangle it from your rear view mirror. Why? Because My dick is not what defines me as a man. It is only what anatomically makes me male. I have successfully separated my dick from my brain. The actions come from my head, and occasionally my heart. Very rarely is my dick doing ANY thinking. I don't want to be respected because I screwed a bitch I was digging and by happenstance created a life. I want to be respected because the life I created was taken care of by my brain. Feel me? Fatherhood doesn't end when the cum dries. It begins when you clip the chord. My oldest child is seven. I acknowledge that I haven't done shit until my youngest child is walking across a stage getting a degree. I can fuck it all up right now. My brother was roughly my oldest childs age when my parents split. I'm sure up until that point my bro thought that my dad was an alright cat. But here we are a couple of decades(and maybe 7 phone conversations later). Neither of us would piss on that nigga if he caught fire. He deserves no respect...therefore he gets none. The same is true for ANY of you half assed, punk ass, bitch made parents out there.

I'm out....

WTF Wednesday

What it do good folk. As promised I'm back with these chronicles. I'm enjoyin life right now. Things goin good for ya favorite square. I'm "hittin every bump in my Denali"(c) Dennis Coles. Drivin over that shit like I'm supposed to. Funny shit before I get to the post. A chick from my class at my new job said to me the other day "you seem like a square". Now this bitch never read my blog or anything. How the fuck did she know? Cause for those of yall that though I was bullshittin....I AM A FUCKIN SQUARE!!! This aint no internet bullshit baby. Now...on to bidness....shall we?

In this jawn I just wanted to speak on wild shit I saw all day. It just so happens that its Wednesday and I saw a bunch of WTF shit. So first things fits. Jihad Jane. WTF!!!!! Now I don't know if this is national news. So for those of yall that live outside of my area...a WHITE bitch from Montgomery County(right outside of Philly) decided to take up arms with terrorist and try to recruit them to fuck up shit in America. Somehow she got a cute little nickname "Jihad Jane" and they are poking fun at her on the morning news. Meanwhile, a nigga tries earnestly to blow up a plane on Jesus' birthday and he is just a crazy nigga that tried to kill people. Not cool. WTF America?!?!?!?! Step ya hatin game up.

On to the next one....So I'm driving to work. And they are opening a Chick Fil A near my home. On Sunday while driving home I saw a big sign on the front of this building that said "Open In 5 Days". Don't ask me how...but this morning(only 3 days from the time I saw that sign) I see a bunch of people congregating in the parking lot of this place. I was instantly excited. Then as I roll by I realize its just a bunch of white people rolling out sleeping bags and tents. For a fuckin chicken sandwich. A FUCKIN CHICKEN SANDWICH!!!! I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that there is a Chick Fil A not 5-10 miles in the other direction from my house. So its not like these people are exactly starving for the shit....WTF Whiteman...Step your stake out game up!!!!

Lastly I wanna speak on my new job. I get off at 5 p.m. And I must say that when I leave my place of employment it looks like a club let out. I'm not WTF'ing this...I'm just saying...if you a desperate nigga in the Philly/Chester/Delaware area...come on over at like 445 p.m. suited and booted and you can land a skanky bitch. Its worth a try and there is a lot less comp than sitting outside of any of the dives in the metro Philadelphia area trying to score some trim.

I'm out....

Reparations Day

What it do good folk? Its ya native square Steez. I'm hittin yall back with these chronicles. Shit is crazy family. I just got my tax money and paid for my family trip to D.R(Dominican Republic). I'm on my way Marcus....just save a seat for me. But really...this bitch treachery means nothing. I got a pocket full of money...and I'm still a fuckin square. Yo before I get to the post I wanna tell yall this bullshit. How about bitch treachery(thats her new name...no more butterbear) mom boyfriend called me yesterday. On some bullshit. Like I won't whoop his old ass. I don't know who's idea that dumb shit was. But bottom line old niggas get fucked up too. I know you readin...you and your friends and your mom or whoever. I will WHOOP AN OLD NIGGA/BITCH ASS!!!!!! Enough of that. Lets get on to the bidness....shall we?


So its March 6th. Most broke niggas got they reparations. AKA tax returns. Man...I needed a new tire right? Well niggas needed new rims. So Steez had to wait. So, a tire that would have originally taken 5 minutes to change...took a whole hour and a half to change. Cause the aformentioned niggas was getting rims. Its all good though. Yall niggas got money from these white men and want to give it right back....I aint mad at ya. But can a square nigga get his tire changed, before you get your rims or your stereo system right?

Another annoyance...so I go to the liquor store. And, for those of you who don't know...most of us squares are lushes. But I go to the liquor store to get some blueberry vodka...and some Elmo Pio Moscato(I wish I could trademark this...cause I know yall niggas gonna bite). Well, the vodka was no problem. But the wine? nah!!! yall niggas celebratin! Got some fed money and actin a damn fool. Got damn.....can yall leave a bottle for a square. It aint Henny. It aint Crissy. So leave that shit on the shelf. Ya under dig?

Last point is for the fuckin cops. I know a lot of stangers read my posts. Well if any of yall are cops...park it up. I saw way too many cops today. I don't know if yall have a fuckin quota or whatnot...but 4 cop cars at a 4 way stop is bullshit. Yall aint doin a got damn thing on these streets. Knock it the fuck off. Cause yall know damn well when I turn the news on tonight its gonna be 5 niggas gunned down with no police response. Bottom line. FUCK FIVE-O!!!!!!

I'm Out.....

Bitch Treachery

What it look like good folk. As promised its ya main square Count Steezly The Third back with another episode of these here chronicles. Ahhhh, life is kinda good for your gracious host right now. The grind is treating me great, payday is a day removed...and somehow I still have money in my pocket as I type this. What else could a lowly square ask for? Though there are some bad vibes floating around the room that I am writing this blog in...I really don't give a fuck. I feel good. So before I get too cheesy on yall lets get down to bidness.....shall we?

As I'm sure you read, this entry is about Bitch Treachery. The dictionary defines treachery as, violation of faith; betrayal of trust; treason. I know you are thinking, Steezly, what are you speaking of. As I said yesterday, I suspect copious amounts of bitch treachery taking place in my home. Everything from the destruction of my G1. To the complete absence of assistance in fixing the breaks(and various other afflictions) with my vehicle. Point blank the piece of pussy that I put a ring on has fallen way the fuck short of what I expected. The TRUST I instilled in her to be my backbone, my crutch, my rock has been betrayed to say the least.

Lets start with my vehicle. I am the proud owner of a square vehicle. A beautiful(well...not really) 2002 Mercury Mountaineer. For a few months this was the sole means of transportation for the entire F. Steez clan. Alas, in the midst of a nasty public transit strike, Mrs. Steez took this beloved vehicle(against my wishes) to work. At which it time it was promptly booted for various unpaid tickets. It was at this point that the bitch treachery hit new levels. When I asked her for assistance in retrieving vital documents from the truck, as to get the boot removed. I was met with swift and crippling resistance. It was no longe the problem of bitch treachery, merely a product of it. Glad to say, relying on sources that I shan't mention in these pages, I retrieved the documents. Phase two: Traffic court. After going to this foul cauldron of despair I walked away paying half of the tickets. Plus court fees. PLUS the fee to get the boot removed. Point blank a square dropped his whole pay check in court. With a little help from Mama Steez...aaaaand the aforementioned unnamed source I was aiiiight. But when I confronted the bitch treachery head on, I was met with the same blinding resistance. I was disgusted. I resolved at that moment, there would be no treacherous bitchery in the cozy confines of Baron Von Whippington III. This led to more bitch treachery that I will speak on at another time.

I am not the victim though. As I'm sure that most of my readers, especially those that know me personally, will agree with. I am one treacherous square. Not to be outdone. I have gone out of my way to meet this treachery head on. And offer an equal and opposite treacherous act at every turn. Such as, leaving the bitch stranded when her car died. Though I did offer to pick her up. The effort that accompanied it was lacking to say the least. Or in another instance, seeing to it that she went to bed hungry after she created circumstances that allowed me to recklessly wield such power. Let it be known, that all of my treachery has been in direct contention with my normal every day nature. It has taken some time. And an even larger amount of bullshit...but I can say that I have at least ONE treacherous bone in my body. But not enough to fuck up a perfectly good XBox 360....as it is suspected that this crazy bitch did. Thats just crossing the line aint it? you don't take a nigga's vice like that.

As you can see, treachery of any type is very dangerous...and equally stupid. We must avoid this behavior. It doesn't empower, it doesn't equal that imaginary score that only YOU are keeping. In the end all it does is make you look like a jealous, desperate, fool. I am not exempt, none of us are. While we like to cry foul when WE are the victims of treason. All seems to be quiet when we are the creators of it. Thus is human nature. But stil...I say, fuck all treacherous bitches.....

I'm out

The Comeback

What it look like folk. Guess who's bizzack?!?!? Ahhhhh its been a long time hasn't it. After being prompted by followers, lurkers, and even Mama Steez I came back to drop something on yall. Hope you forgive me for the long lay off. Shit been crazy in Steez land. Unfortunately I can't speak on it just yet. But yall know me, it won't be long before I say fuck it and piss somebody off. Ya dig? So its been so long lets get to the matter at hand.....shall we?

Well, where should I begin? With the grind I suppose. Considering thats what this whole 925 thang is about anyway right? Well since we last got up, a niggaro done got a new job, made some new friends, and found a way to hate the Mrs. just a little bit more. Fo rilla. Without getting too deep(which I can't...seriously) that bitch and I aint even cool anymore. I look at her and see a thousand slave masters with whips and branding irons. Fuck her through and through.

Moving on, my big brother has come back from Iraq. We've gotten the chance to kick it on a couple occasions. Two of them weren't so pleasant as we were morning the death of our cousin. Something I think I spoke on before. I don't remember. But in any event that nigga back and I'm happy.

Ummmm....what else? Yeah, I guess I can tell yall why I haven't been blogging. The trusty G1 suffered some water damage. Those of yall who know, know that that is where I did all of my blogging from. I suspect foul play and bitch treachery but I'll let that die for now. But just know I'm not gonna keep yall waiting for months again. In fact this joint(or as a certain someone doesn't want me to say....jawn) is just to announce my return. Tomorrow I'm putting up a brand new, improved 925 Chronicle. So....if you been missing it...I apologize. But I won't do it again.

I'm out.