Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Cypher Clique PSMG Radio Interview

I love the blog. It's raw as relationship sex. It's unfiltered like Flint water. It's lit like underage drinking. But sometimes I neglect it. Life gets hectic. But when I do blog... It's raw as unprotected...




Remember the show we had with Tory Lanez back in December? It was a wonderful show... We got a lot of good feedback. PSMG Radio decided they wanted to interview us based off our show performance. Fuck what you're hearing out hear. Cypher Clique performs the best out here. Anything else is blasphamy. Don't believe in these false prophets. They're a lie like the end of an adverb. Cypher Clique doesn't rap over there vocals... Cypher Clique looks the crowd in the eyes... Cypher Clique doesn't perform at Bubbas or pay to perform... 






The District was just some shit we had to get out of our system. Now it's trouble season. The next wave of music "Love The Universe" on steroids. It's The Thirst Tape on crack. It's like The City but less shitty. Beautiful Music For Beautiful People. 

Friday, February 5, 2016

Tennis Team [..still not a player]


I'm not entirely sure but I think I fell in love with someone's girlfriend last week... 









  • While I'm kickin it with somebody, I'll send some soft shit of me and her to my story so when she looks at it she wants to fwm again, (then I delete it when she leaves)


  • I got too lit and missed the Meek Mill Dreams & Nightmares Intro drop one night and was mad at myself for like 3 weeks but more on that later...

  • me & a bunch of other graduate students got addicted to dice last weekend

  • if the NBA was street ball niggas would have stomped Steph Curry's yellow ass out a long time ago

  • if you go out for sushi wit ya new bae and you see ya old bae lookin at y'all from the bar you just gotta order all the expensive rolls and laugh extra hard at all ya date's jokes


  • I was listening to a mash-up of Love Yourself and Hello when I realized that I love music more than I love any animal and most people

  • if I ever offend you just let me know and I'll pretend to give a fuck

  • something special is going on here.....


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Nothing's been the same for Future since he woke up in a new Bugatti.  Nothing's been the same for the Delaware music scene since Love the Universe was released.  Nothing's been the same for Cypher Clique since that Firefly stage.

Things are starting to move fast.  But the biggest difference I notice is the way people are acting around me.  I've changed a little, but for the most part I'mm still the same person who used to freestyle battle in the Caesar Rodney hallways in between class.  Still haven't found a need for a girlfriend.  And I still offer the best advice for those of you perusing the single scene.  Which brings me to the topic of this next blog post:


STILL not a player (story time)


I had a very weird experience a couple weeks ago (swear y'all never fail to make me nervous when I step out).  I went to a familiar bar near my condo and see a female friend standing near the door so I approach.  First thing she says:

"Hey Erich, are you still hooking up with ________ ."

"Nah, it started to get weird.  I think she dates some mexican soccer player now."

"Yeah she is, he's pretty cool. I was just wondering.."

Awkward moment #1 :
I think to myself, 
'Why would I still be hooking up with her if you know she has a boyfriend?'.. unless...

Just then, a group of 4 women and 1 Guy walks in.  They all work at the same bar down the street.  I know everyone but the Guy.

"Hey Erich!" I hear as one runs over and gives me a hug.  The rest follow suit and now we're standing in a big circle.  One girl in particular (we'll call her Rosie) makes it a priority to ignore me until the lone Guy breaks away to fetch drink orders.

Awkward moment #2:
"Erich, you're a whore," Rosie speaks out.
"Whoa, whoa, what makes you say that?"
Another girl in the circle speaks up, "because you and Rosie were together for like 3 months when you first moved here, THEN you hung out with me the other day."
"We were never together."
"You know what she means," Rosie snaps back.
"I didn't know you two worked together tho."
"Well -," Rosie starts before the guy comes back with an arm full of drinks.  She gave me the We'll Continue This Later face.



[Later...]



We're still in the same circle and some girls I went to high school with walked up.  There's 7 of us now; Rosie, her co-workers, my 2 HS friends, and this other random guy with a beard who kept popping in and out of our conversations (we'll call him Dave).  This is when awkward moment #3 happens.

Awkward moment #3:

Dave approaches me and whispers, "Yo broooo, do you know that girl from high school, she's pretty hot. you should give her my number."

I'm thinking to myself 'why don't you get her number yourself... while you're here... now', and suddenly as I'm in mid thought, the guys blurts out to the crowd.

"Erich, now I know where I remember you from! FIREFLY." Dave, don't be that guy.

"Oh from the Cypher Clique performance?" I respond politely.  I can be polite sometimes.

"No, no, no," he says even louder than the first time, making sure he has everyone's attention. "You were hooking up with my ex-girlfriend that weekend..."  



   


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That whole night bothers me. For a lot of reasons, but I narrowed them down to 3:

1- Stop assuming I'm tryna ruin people's relationships. I just wanna make really good music.

Okay, so I haven't been in a relationship since January 11th, 2009.  I understand that.  But that doesn't mean I'm becoming a progressively worse person.  I'm not very attractive.  I don't live for more female attention.  I stopped saving numbers in my phone months ago. I get it.  But I also don't talk to anyone on a daily basis except for my best friends and business partners.  So for you to assume I'm trying to fuck your girlfriend is completely wrong of you my friend.....     well, kind of..
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2- If you're afraid to spark a conversation with someone you don't know, you don't deserve her.

A couple of blogs ago I taught you scum lords how to win over the girl of your dreams and a lot of you still haven't caught on.  It's bad enough that I live at a coastal beach in the off season ( = there's like 300 people who live in this town until summer hits/ everyone knows everything about everyone else), so if you see someone you don't know, there's a good chance she's new here.  Take advantage of this opportunity.  Don't sit back and watch her walk away forever.  Me? I'm good.  Late night I just wanna get drunk, write songs, and FaceTime other dude's girlfri.... eh, uhm.. never mind..
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3- Dry snitching on me in front of other women isn't gonna make them wanna fuck with you.

First let me explain dry snitching:

Some random fuckboy in a high school class says loud enough for the teacher to hear - "Man, it really smells like weed in here. That smell sure is strong."




Don't do that bruh.  Don't be that guy.  Let me live and I'll let you live.  I had no idea she was your ex-girlfriend until you made that information available to everyone.  Furthermore, I have no idea who you are. Double whammy.  Honestly, I was just being nice allowing you to chill with us. I didn't use to be that nice. Don't try to ruin it for me. Because chances are, I'm gonna run into your current girlfriend at some point and I'm gonna remember this conversation we had...


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OH by the way..


Cypher Clique just released a song called "The Tennis Team".  It's very new and very good.  There are links to the song throughout this entire blog if it hasn't occurred to you already.  You should listen to it.  You should play it for your family and your friends.  You should post snippets of it to snapchat and Instagram. You should tag me in it on Twitter. But most importantly.... you should introduce it to your girlfriend.







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It took me much longer than most to realize that our bodies are never perfect, so instead of me posting a gym pic, I'm a just leave this here and ask you to tune into Cypher Clique's latest project and short story, The District, made by a few guys who love all of your bodies...



February 12th, 2016





Saturday, January 23, 2016

It's Only Cold in Denver


After you're gone, there will be someone else there to inspire the music...





D-Major delivers a uniquely smooth production for another introspective and lyrically laced Winter track entitled "It's Only Cold in Denver", a record from the forthcoming release of Cypher Clique's 3rd project in a calendar year,    The District ...







Couple random highlights before I release the guest blog;





  • We can't get mad at the little shit Johnny Manziel does when Lawrence Taylor did coke with a 16 year old prostitute
  • The pettiest shit I do with my life nowadays is randomly text one of my exes "I know what you've been doing out here, I've got my ear to the streets..."
  • Your military money can't save you once those club lights come on and the real games begin
  • After you're gone, there will be someone else there to inspire the music
  • Some of you have been living with your parents since the 20th century
  • (think about that last one for like 4-5 seconds)
  • Your relationship is so strong because your girlfriend  comes to Dewey twice a week in the summer














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“I’ll never get shitted on because I’ll never care. Once you start treating me like you are aware of these things everything we do and say will be a lot realer.” 

Until recently I always thought of his logic as absurd. Now, I sit here in Aww of how innovative he really was. 

There once was a time were snapchat and screenshots never existed, a time of the sauré.. Many beautiful women from all over the state would rally, in hopes to sip with a few of the top 10 men of Delaware. One in which, I would never forget. He was the mastermind behind it all.. Only a few were in on his plans, and the rest of us were just “putty”. I was brought to him and his men by a green eyed woman in who’s beauty seared through their souls. She had the power to isolate the weak and give them will to do what ever her heart desired; they called her “The Chosen One”.
My first encounter with part of the supremacy (not to be mistaken with the the top 10) and their chosen one was an honor I had literally slept on. They had all sat in a circle and conversed of many things… Their commentary was raw and uncut; No one I’ve ever met had spoke of such heresy. I quickly identified the voice, the man who spoke of such obscure things, they had called him Mic Anthony. Mic Anthony had the gift to speak what most people thought but feared to say. After an intriguing hour passed, I was put in a deep sleep with the herbal medicine they had provided. Not having much memory of that night, I thought to myself I must surround myself with these people!

A month or so went by and the chosen one had brought me to an event where I was to be introduced to a few more members of the supremacy. Not many that I didn’t recognize before stood out, but he did. He was to be identified as the record holder, and later as the mastermind behind it all. He had much sway over the group at the time and so he approached me with questions, questions that would determine if I was worthy to be around him and his men. I had a pure mentality that the record holder admired; he was so pleased that he gave me the web key where I would learn more about the supremacy and their past. I had learned that they had been hosting soirées for many years, and so a revolution referred to as “The Bush Administration” came about. The record holder never went into great detail about this dark time, and so I don’t know very much but what has came from it. Which brings me to rule number 

1. Monogamy isn’t for everybody                                                                        
Eventually I got to spend time with the record holder with out the sears permission. One of the very first things he had expressed was that he would never marry. He said that he’s seen someone get cheated on every weekend since The Bush Administration. At that moment I decided that we would never see eye to eye and to steer clear of his pursuits.

Unlike traditional scribes, the record holder was rarely ever silent. You could always find him competing for the rooms attention with Mic Anthony. As I sat on the kitchen counter top silently, I took a drink of the infamous Carlos de Rossi listening to the two of them go back and forth. I then looked over to see the scribe withdrawal, and suddenly the voice had filled the room. The record holder then took the opportunity to approach me for the very first time after our initial meeting. With his back blocking off the rest of the function he had asked how I had been, I responded nonchalantly “good” still engrossed in the voice’s discussion. Taking the initiative once again, the scribe had struck up a more stimulating conversation branching off one that had already been discussed. Not even five minutes had passed before the Sears green eyes had started to light up. She had deaded our conversation quickly and we all returned our focus. “Stay away from him”, she whispered.

Months had went passed and the leaves that were once so colorful had fallen and turned to dust as the ice cold winter was approaching. 

Disregarding the Sears warning, the scribe and I had formed a close bond. He had asked me to make an appearance at the upcoming soirée, and so I had asked the sear to accompany me. The chosen one happily declined my offer for she had made many enemies during the bush administration and foresaw the night ending disastrous. 

2. Too many bitches can definitely be a problem                                                                  
“If you run out of shit to talk about with bitches or someone hand them a drink or say take a shot.”
I don’t remember much, but I remembered Princess Leah welcoming the guest at the door. She was sweet and cheerful (as a princess should be) and had a glass of carlos in hand. I and my plus one had walked in to the soiree to see an array of dress. “Is this a soirée or an ugly christmas party?” my guest I had asked, but before I could answer Mic Anthony came over on a mission and handed us a drink......

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In 2013 my alter ego was Swaggy McPeterson....



2014 it was Wavy McNally...





2015 luco di'blazio








& I'm announcing now for the first time to a whole bunch of people who don't give a fuck: in 2016 my alter ego will be known as DJ McRandolph













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The District // February 12th, 2016 // cypherclique.com