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C Plus & Lee Bannon - The Smallest Giant FreEP 01 Hello02 New Year New $03 Yea Yea Yea (Feat. A.v.)04 Waiting (Feat. Bosse & A.v. of State Cap.)05 Invader06 The Chemistry07 Doin’ Me pt.2 (Feat. Hanlin’ of State Cap.)08 The Climb09 Nigga Talk w/ Lamont Lee (Skit)10 Lighters11 Tighten’ Up DOWNLOAD C Plus is long time friend of mine a member of my group State Cap. He’s been putting in a tremendous amount of work since he started making music in 2005. Now, together with up-and-coming Northern California producer Lee Bannon, C Plus is burning up the blogosphere with his latest release The Smallest Giant, which has been featured on such blogs as 2DopeBoyz, Hip Hop Game, Raw Rap and several more. I grew up with C Plus and have seen him grow into the MC that he is now. I’m stoked to see him finally getting some bigger recognition. The area that we grew up in has a lot of talented individuals waiting to be discovered. In hopes of gaining more of the spotlight for the west coast and for himself as an artist, I wish C Plus continued success and growth. It should also be noted that the entire project isn’t produced solely by Bannon. Track 4 is produced by DC-based Slimkat, Tracks 3 and 9 are produced by German porducerFlako, and Doin Me Pt. 2 is the almighty Premo. All four of those tracks are also featured on State Cap.’s last mixtape, Apt. 78. Oh and the above artwork is an alternative cover made by Nick of 12 ft. Dwende. Yeeski! Congrats Plus, keep it going and stay humble. Homework: C Plus & Gameboy - CapSIZE (feat. Karen O & The Kids) C Plus Twitter

C Plus & Lee Bannon - The Smallest Giant FreEP

01 Hello
02 New Year New $
03 Yea Yea Yea (Feat. A.v.)
04 Waiting (Feat. Bosse & A.v. of State Cap.)
05 Invader
06 The Chemistry
07 Doin’ Me pt.2 (Feat. Hanlin’ of State Cap.)
08 The Climb
09 Nigga Talk w/ Lamont Lee (Skit)
10 Lighters
11 Tighten’ Up

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C Plus is long time friend of mine a member of my group State Cap. He’s been putting in a tremendous amount of work since he started making music in 2005. Now, together with up-and-coming Northern California producer Lee Bannon, C Plus is burning up the blogosphere with his latest release The Smallest Giant, which has been featured on such blogs as 2DopeBoyz, Hip Hop Game, Raw Rap and several more.

I grew up with C Plus and have seen him grow into the MC that he is now. I’m stoked to see him finally getting some bigger recognition. The area that we grew up in has a lot of talented individuals waiting to be discovered. In hopes of gaining more of the spotlight for the west coast and for himself as an artist, I wish C Plus continued success and growth.

It should also be noted that the entire project isn’t produced solely by Bannon. Track 4 is produced by DC-based Slimkat, Tracks 3 and 9 are produced by German porducerFlako, and Doin Me Pt. 2 is the almighty Premo. All four of those tracks are also featured on State Cap.’s last mixtape, Apt. 78.

Oh and the above artwork is an alternative cover made by Nick of 12 ft. Dwende. Yeeski!

Congrats Plus, keep it going and stay humble.

Homework:

C Plus & Gameboy - CapSIZE (feat. Karen O & The Kids)

C Plus Twitter


Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his wife Coretta Scott King

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his wife Coretta Scott King


Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. What more can be said about this man that historians and generations of civil rights activists haven’t said already? I would like to go on to add my two cents about his achievements but those two cents would pale in comparison to the wealth of courageous leadership and civil rights progress that make up his legacy. Instead, to show my gratitude for Dr. King, I will dedicate my day to truly reflecting upon the challenges and injustices that Dr. King and his followers not only faced head on but overcame through spiritual strength and an unheard of perseverance in order for me to be where I am in society today. I pray that we continually learn from Dr. King’s teachings and grow both as individuals and humanity alike. I couldn’t possibly find the amount of words needed to show my appreciation so I’ll simply say thank you; To Dr. King and all of the individuals that fought the good fight during the civil rights movement, thank you. Black, Hispanic, and proud, Samuel Martin Stevenson

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

What more can be said about this man that historians and generations of civil rights activists haven’t said already? I would like to go on to add my two cents about his achievements but those two cents would pale in comparison to the wealth of courageous leadership and civil rights progress that make up his legacy.

Instead, to show my gratitude for Dr. King, I will dedicate my day to truly reflecting upon the challenges and injustices that Dr. King and his followers not only faced head on but overcame through spiritual strength and an unheard of perseverance in order for me to be where I am in society today.

I pray that we continually learn from Dr. King’s teachings and grow both as individuals and humanity alike. I couldn’t possibly find the amount of words needed to show my appreciation so I’ll simply say thank you; To Dr. King and all of the individuals that fought the good fight during the civil rights movement, thank you.

Black, Hispanic, and proud,

Samuel Martin Stevenson


Dear NBC,

Jay Leno’s poor ratings aren’t because of his time slot, Leno’s poor ratings suck because Jay Leno is a corny, dated, and unfunny individual with a TV show that should have been handed over to Conan O’Brien a long time ago; a show that relies on viewer-submitted headline clippings as its saving grace. Don’t you find it interesting that the funniest segment of the Jay Leno show is the segment that doesn’t include any of Jay Leno’s writing?

The bottom line is: Jay Leno and his show are beyond their prime and your failed attempt to maintain his relevance has proved just that. By allowing Leno to return to his original time slot only tarnishes the Late Night Show legacy and discredits your integrity as a corporation.

It’s team Conan on mines. All day, all night.

Sincerely,

Av

(Photo via claspy)


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Just in case you were wondering, this is what it looks like to run out of gas on Highway 82 in Itta Bena, Mississippi at 8 AM. Cause I know that it’s been on your mind. And don’t let that sunlight fool you, it’s refreshing 20 degrees outside. A minor speedbump that I’m not going to let keep me from having a good day. Help is en route and I’ll be getting on with my day soon enough. Stay positive, have a good day everyone.

Just in case you were wondering, this is what it looks like to run out of gas on Highway 82 in Itta Bena, Mississippi at 8 AM. Cause I know that it’s been on your mind.

And don’t let that sunlight fool you, it’s refreshing 20 degrees outside.

A minor speedbump that I’m not going to let keep me from having a good day. Help is en route and I’ll be getting on with my day soon enough.

Stay positive, have a good day everyone.


Just arrived: New Orleans, LA The air here feels really refreshing; thin and clean. Maybe it just feels good in comparison to the thick air in Mississippi. I found a cab pretty quickly. My cab driver is a 60+ Korean War veteran named Arthur McNeil, but you can call him McNeil. A black man with a slightly southern-cooked creole accent and a voice as smokey as his skin. He spoke between cigarette drags and loogies out the window. He told me tales about his time in the army, specifically about how he used to sneak off base at night to “slang dick” to a chick in Philly. When I asked him how long he had been driving a cab he said, “Longer than you’ve been alive, 47 years.” Hearing that made me feel like a child. After telling him that I was majoring in music, he asked me if I wanted to teach music. I was surprised when I heard myself say “Yeah, I think it’d be really cool to teach music to children.” I thought for a second, questioning my Freudian slip and added, “But I think I’d rather just travel and perform professionally.” The most enlightening moment of te cab ride came when I asked him if he had plans for Christmas. “Oh, no I don’t make plans for days like that y’know? Anytime I need something, I get it myself, that’s my Christmas. Any day that I wake up and see; see that sun up in the sky, that’s my Christmas.” Such humbling words. This was starting to feel less like typical cab-talk and more of a conversation with an elder; a wiseman with a smoking habit and bad timing with the brakes. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much longer he had been on the planet than me and how much more he has seen. We arrived at the airport fairly quickly. I was actually a little bummed, I wanted to talk to him a little bit longer. He met me at the back of the SUV-turned-cab and handed me my change. After I gathered all of my bags we shook hands and wished each other a safe and merry Christmas. Just as I started to walk off he gave me some last words of advice in the form of a request. “Hey man, stay in school alright?” I couldnt help but smile as I replied, “Yes sir, I definitely will.” A final exchange of words that made the 33 dollar flat rate worth every penny. So far New Orleans is treating me just right. I’ve only a little more than 24 hours to go here at the Louis Armstrong International Airport until I board my flight. Thank God they keep Louis’ spirit alive by playing great jazz selections. See you soon Sacramento.

Just arrived: New Orleans, LA

The air here feels really refreshing; thin and clean. Maybe it just feels good in comparison to the thick air in Mississippi.

I found a cab pretty quickly. My cab driver is a 60+ Korean War veteran named Arthur McNeil, but you can call him McNeil. A black man with a slightly southern-cooked creole accent and a voice as smokey as his skin. He spoke between cigarette drags and loogies out the window.

He told me tales about his time in the army, specifically about how he used to sneak off base at night to “slang dick” to a chick in Philly. When I asked him how long he had been driving a cab he said, “Longer than you’ve been alive, 47 years.” Hearing that made me feel like a child.

After telling him that I was majoring in music, he asked me if I wanted to teach music. I was surprised when I heard myself say “Yeah, I think it’d be really cool to teach music to children.” I thought for a second, questioning my Freudian slip and added, “But I think I’d rather just travel and perform professionally.”

The most enlightening moment of te cab ride came when I asked him if he had plans for Christmas.

“Oh, no I don’t make plans for days like that y’know? Anytime I need something, I get it myself, that’s my Christmas. Any day that I wake up and see; see that sun up in the sky, that’s my Christmas.”

Such humbling words.

This was starting to feel less like typical cab-talk and more of a conversation with an elder; a wiseman with a smoking habit and bad timing with the brakes. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much longer he had been on the planet than me and how much more he has seen.

We arrived at the airport fairly quickly. I was actually a little bummed, I wanted to talk to him a little bit longer. He met me at the back of the SUV-turned-cab and handed me my change. After I gathered all of my bags we shook hands and wished each other a safe and merry Christmas.

Just as I started to walk off he gave me some last words of advice in the form of a request.

“Hey man, stay in school alright?” I couldnt help but smile as I replied, “Yes sir, I definitely will.” A final exchange of words that made the 33 dollar flat rate worth every penny.

So far New Orleans is treating me just right. I’ve only a little more than 24 hours to go here at the Louis Armstrong International Airport until I board my flight. Thank God they keep Louis’ spirit alive by playing great jazz selections.

See you soon Sacramento.


I had a feeling I was speaking too soon. Train ticket: 53 bucks. Let’s hope the cab driver from the train station to the airport accepts freestyling as legal tender. “ayo I ain’t got no cash but lemme tell you what I have, rhymes funkier than the inside of this cab…” Yeah, that should work.

I had a feeling I was speaking too soon.

Train ticket: 53 bucks.

Let’s hope the cab driver from the train station to the airport accepts freestyling as legal tender.

“ayo I ain’t got no cash but lemme tell you what I have, rhymes funkier than the inside of this cab…”

Yeah, that should work.