Tennis Team [..still not a player]

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

• "I'm voting for Donald Trump b/c I've never seen a president get assassinated..."

• drink every time

• 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 didn't have to include that last part, I'm just very honest and very petty]

• 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

• it's only cold in Denver

• 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.

...

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

"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'blazío

Winter Songs

;It's winter break but back in school she didn't learn much, she wants to drink,

but see, at home she doesn't work much...

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Let's start off with a couple facts:

- I think I'm the only one openly admitting that I don't want to be in a relationship right now
- we're too young to not think we're iconic
- Cypher Clique is considered the most impactful music conglomerate in Delaware because of its consistent performances and abundance of new material
- spanish women never get old
- You sat on Call of Duty for 3 years after high school and let life pass you by... then you joined the military thinking this would fix things, but after a 4 year stint saluting the flag and chasing white men around old dirt roads, you look down to find yourself on a plane back to the same place you grew up in to face the same problems you were facing when you first picked up that x-box controller...
- we haven't even gotten started yet...





[ if for some reason, the sound cloud media player does not open on your phone, follow this link to access the song:

Cypher Clique x Tribe Beats - Winter Songs (prod. Tribe Beats) by CypherClique https://soundcloud.com/cypherclique/cypher-clique-x-tribe-beats-winter-songs-prod-tribe-beats on #SoundCloud ]

baby, You Wintertime Cold...

Dover, Delaware we've been at it for a long time.  My whole life practically.  Remember how wild some of these winters have gotten? From all of the New Year's bangers, to birthday parties, to the Christmas day Mike and I spent with 6 different women in the same Pink House on 208 north state street...

Don't let this town ruin you..

[And if you're pillow talking with the women that are screwing you, just know that she gon tell another nigga when she through with you..]

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Regardless of the genre, people are noticing that we're making some of the best music in Delaware right now.  And there's so much more coming.  There's duckets of new music, videos, tour dates, Cypher Clique clothing, events, and blog posts coming early next year but the song you're reading about now is different.  This is a Winter Song...

In the winter the city slows down.

Most of the people our age have been in school or working full time for the past few months.

In the winter, dance and day parties are replaced by bonfires and smoke sessions.

As complicated and messy as they get, relationships thrive in the wintertime where Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Valentine's Day dominate everyone's Instagram news feed.

Every winter brings with it  new opportunities to stand out.

New opportunities to discover yourself.

New opportunities to takeover. 

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer...

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THE SUMMER'S OURS, THE WINTER TOO --

"top down in the winter, that's what winners do"...

*brah, Corey made the newspaper on Christmas.. who does that?

BIG shoutout to my big brother Corey Crawford -

set goals. chase dreams. don't give up. inspire others. be great. shit is easy.

the Cypher Clique and TRIBE.BEATS have collided (as they always do) to write, engineer, record, sing, mix, and create a beautiful song that Delaware can toast to during the winter.

Because the summer's mine...