Friday, June 9, 2017

Bring Her Back radio



This is a playlist for the dreamers...

for the young.

a playlist for the lovers...









DOWNLOAD:
-> Bring Her Back radio ON SPOTIFY



-> Bring Her Back radio ON APPLE MUSIC


Let's handle a little business first:

  • I've been working harder than anyone I know
  • fuck Jason Whitlock
  • If you invite a girl out and you're worried about what she orders, you're a broke boy
  • broke boys need love too
  • if young thug doesn't win gospel artist of the year, the game is rigged
  • Kaleidoscope Dreams is a classic
  • if she been acting funny recently its bc she find out her side nigga is going to firefly
  • the only Bill we acknowledge is the Science Guy
  • I dropped this playlist bc it's gonna be a special summer...

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Yo, stop making people you care about listen to music through pandora stations and iheartradio commercials.  

They deserve better than that. 

You deserve better.











That's why I dropped this shit.  It'll serve as a go-to when you need music to serve as a backdrop to these summer nights.  You need to make ya lady feel special and it starts with Bring Her Back radio.  You can think of these 30 tracks of straight fire as a love barometer of sorts.  By playing it in order, you'll find out where your heart is at.

1) You only rock with the first 4 or 5 tracks??? 
- you single as hell and pull up to any function looking to bust down

2) If you can make it through track 12 w/o any problems,
you eyeing someone and might be ready to settle down if they learn to stop hoein' 

3) If you make it to track 20 you're in love.


THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITES.









I HOPE YALL ENJOY!   Let me know what songs are fire, what songs are trash, and when she finally starts texting you back...









....(this has been bothering me; what the fuck is "chune for ya head top"?)


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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GUEST BLOG* 

Written by: anonymous 

Originally posted to: original content

[sponsored by: Anagennisi Speed & Agility ASAspeed.com]




“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 saurĂ©.. 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 soirĂ©es 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 soirĂ©e, 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 soirĂ©e 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





Monday, December 21, 2015

The Wave (prod. Dope Boi Beatz)


Most people don't want to be great... 
But that's okay


Listen to "The Wave" by Cypher Clique on soundcloud now

We've decided to close out 2015 with one more song for you all. This is another track produced by Dope Boi Beatz (producer of Bryson Tiller's Don't). I have the first verse. I promise to never stop going in... I've just always wanted to say that. It was sincere though. Go check out the new track on soundcloud. It will be on iTunes, Spotify, ect later this week.


It's been a beautiful year...

I'm one of the last of my peers that wants to be great. These other guys are washed like laundry mats. I think there's a  misconception on the concept of being washed. Being washed doesn't just pertain to not having females or not partying as much as you used to. My definition of being washed is being complacent. Ok. We're not 20 anymore. But we're not 45 either. Therefore complacency is the last thing on my mind. 


Soundcloud.com/CypherClique


Random PSA
  • If you subtweet me on the daily please don't DM me asking for feedback on your shitty music. That's very weird.
  • Call me when we can start exchanging Retweets for show money. 
  • Call me when we can exchange soundcloud plays for Spotify revenue.
  • Only compete with people that have passports 
  • This next project will come with a story
    • The story will be incredible
    • Possibly even more lit than the GSOT story
    • It feels good to add stories to our projects
    • It's the last thing we've done creatively that hasn't been bit by the local rappers



CypherClique.com


Who do you love? Are you for sure?


I don't love these women more than music.
I don't love my part time job more than music.
I don't love video games more than music.
I don't love drinking at McGlyyn's more than music.
And I probably don't love you more than music




Next Cypher Clique show is January 14th in Philly




Back in 2014 I told yall "All I ever wanted to do was change the world". 



Fuck the world. 

Half is brainwashed by the TV... The other half is brainwashed by society and government.


The very few that make it through and live for themselves find an indescribable level of self worth and inner peace. There's something beautiful about waking up everyday with personal goals to get done. There's also something beautiful about accomplishing things you were told couldn't happen...

I could be petty and list all of my 2015 accomplishments but then this blog would be about 5 pages longer. I know how hard it is for some of you to read so I'll spare you the struggle. Just know that all the work and ambition from this year will be carried into 2016. 


http://www.kungfunecktie.com/event/1017645-trae-tha-truth-philadelphia/





Friday, December 11, 2015

Tory Lanez & Cypher Clique Concert December 11th @ Coda Philly

As I tried to type this blog the first few times...

 

I tried to be fake deep with you guys. I tried to be fake humble. I tried to be fake sad. I tried to act like I wasn't closing the greatest musical year of my career by performing with the young gunner Tory Lanez in Philly. Then I realized that it would be easier to be straight forward.









 This Friday at Coda Philly Cypher Clique will be closing out a historical year by joining Tory Lanez on his Swave Nation Tour. I had free tickets. I tried to give them to all the beautiful women I knew... 



But!

they all have boyfriends... I wasn't trynna give free tickets to boyfriends with cuffing season on horizon. They've already got a head start.


I decided to give them to the people that have been showing support to the movement these past few years. We did the same thing with our FireFly passes... 





"If it don't make your niggas proud...
 Then it should never be aloud..."


Tuesday, December 1, 2015

"ever since I left The City..."


                                I never fell off and I never will...

  • I respect the shit outta white people who send me the black fist emoji
  • The other day I put the two chicks I was fuckin' with the most in a group text together b/c I get bored easy
  • I have one of the most creative minds in Delaware
  • If you're in the military your girlfriend is definitely cheating on you
  • Don't act weak.. ever
  • I've lost track of how many times I've been featured in the newspaper (honestly it's not very important anyway)
  • You can only enjoy listening to Lit AF if you have a good ear for music and high self-esteem

  • True friends know exactly how to lie for you without discussing it; in any situation
  • Every time I get a snapchat of women singing my songs on their way to work I think I could run for governor if I wanted
  • Your boss talks to you like shit bc you don't stand for anything
  • I'm the next great innovator -




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     In a follow-up to Cypher Clique's Fall 2013 effort, The City, the Dover-based group will be releasing a thrilling winter-themed project early next year tentatively called; The District.  The production will be handled mostly by Cypher Clique's own D-Major, along with hits from Dope Boi Beatz, a Los Angeles producer who is credited with Bryson Tiller's "Don't".  The full length project will sonically contrast the group's critically acclaimed summer album, Love the Universe (still available on iTunes, Spotify, Google Play, and most musical outlets.)  The album will also be accompanied by an interactive short story, adding to the art and feel of the project as a whole.  
Stay supportive, Stay engaged, & Stay tuned...  

The District , *1st Quarter - 2016



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"Don't be fooled by the money, 
I'm still just young and unlucky... 
I'm surprised you couldn't tell."


When I was in high school I used to think that the girls who came home from college for holiday breaks and random weekend visits were doing too much, too mixy - in a sense, were just looking for attention.  Then I moved to 3 different counties in 3 years, and I became the one coming home for holidays.  I became the one calling my friends to see if they could make time for a sesh before I had to leave.  I became the person hitting up all the old flames to see if we were still good.  Calling all the wrong numbers for the wrong reasons.  But now when I come back to Dover I come for one reason.  I don't want approval from anyone on anything - I don't want your opinion about my hair or the way I spend my money - I don't care about being in the mix or hitting every party as I slide through - now on the rare occasions I come back to Dover I just want.. to make history.  I think everyone that knows me understands how I view the world - how I view how we treat each other and how the things we say last a lifetime - how I view the different emotions we go through during the day - how I view trust and untrustworthy people.   At one point, when I was willing and innocent and impressionable and ambitious and wasteful and naive; at one point I believed that I could save the world.  But now - I just want to be remembered forever as someone who tried.  And this is how I start...

         *a Diamond Group production


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The rock was sharp enough to pierce the skin. A circular granite rock lay amidst the high weeds by the old train station that looked to be deserted, despite the few anxious passengers waiting to board.  The rock would have been perfect for skimming across a pond, or carving initials into the side of one of the abandoned trains, but instead he grabbed it and with a slight flick of the wrist, flung the rock towards the nearest building with ease.  As the sharp object sailed through the sky, he thought about his baseball days back in high school. Once an all star pitcher, he was used to chucking circular, oblong objects through the air.  He also considered the previous day and night.  A night that changed his life.  Because much like the rock that somehow seemed to float high in the air effortlessly, he and everyone else who witnessed knew for fact, that eventually it would return back to a resting place.  Be it the ground some 200 feet away, or through shattered glass landing in an abandoned building.  ‘What goes up, must come down,’ he thought to himself.  All the movies he watched for years about what high school was supposed to be like were all wrong.  Imagine a world where the most outgoing and athletic students in the school gets the ambitious and joyful cheerleaders, to grow old, raise a family, and hopefully avoid granite rocks chucked into their windows by inconspicuous assailants.  Either way, the insurance will cover it.  This type of story only exists in Hollywood studios though.  In real life, well at least in this young man’s real life, conquering a girl’s heart requires a much more strenuous task then he had seen repeatedly on Lifetime movie specials and Teen Nick.  But one night…. Last night.   

He lost sight of the rock as it sailed through the air, but the precision by which he through it, he knew where and how it would land.  It would come crashing down into one of the windows of the abandoned buildings, and judging by the amount of witnesses and train station workers around, he knew that there was a chance that this impulsive, yet juvenile decision would come with a consequence.

“Hey  : ). Good game today. You did great!” – He replayed the text message over and over in his head as he tried to make sense of the events of the night before.  

“Thank you.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.  He hadn’t known who the text was from, or even if it was meant for him.  He had allowed 5 runs in 6 innings, only to be bailed out by a late homerun by his best friend on the team.  Truthfully he hated baseball.  To be even more honest, he hated school.  He hated his girlfriend. He hated drugs, alcohol, commitment, small talk, pet fish, and even the extra crust of ketchup that’s constantly stuck at the top of the Heinz bottle in his refrigerator.

The rock loosely represented a part of him that he had lost forever.  The day before, he responded to the unknown text message, not with a “Thank you” as he should have, but a “Who’s this?” as if to open up some possibility that there was a conversation yet to be had between the two.  A star baseball player and an unknown admirer that needed to explain why and how they chose to send such a random message.  Or maybe it was a signal.  Maybe it was a gateway for two people to be introduced to each other.  Maybe, no matter the outcome of the game, a conversation needed to be had between the two.  And it happened.  They talked for nearly 2 hours.  He found out that she was in 3 of his classes even though they’ve never spoken a word to each other.  And after 2 hours of animated discussion, somehow lost in the prospect of chance and opportunity, he found himself at the doorstep of her 3 story, suburban home.  No cars were in the driveway because her parents were away and she totaled hers last week late at night during a situation she explained that “doesn’t even really matter”. He didn’t even really want to know.
The rock represented something so meaningless and pointless to others, something he had wanted to throw away for years now but just couldn’t find the means or the know how to do so.  It represented an objective view of right and wrong.  The rock represented his innocence.  And as soon as he let it go, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to have it back.   ---}








                                                               - luco di'blazĂ­o