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I’m actively searching for the caramel/borderline light skinned girl from the long since disbanded female R&B group Lyric. No one really remembers the short lived trio, but their lead single “Young and Sexy” featuring Loon was my shit back in like ’03. Actually, it became my shit because it was on the soundtrack to NBA Live ’03, back when Live was preferred over 2K (long, long time ago). The game had Jason Kidd on the cover and the gameplay was top notch. Back to the soundtrack…it sold platinum plus, and helped set the now common trend of making amazing soundtracks to accompany games, along with GTA. Now, back to lil caramel/borderline light skin from the group Lyric...I swear I love her. I wonder if she’s still that damn fine a decade plus later…and, oh yeah, can either iTunes or Amazon Music get that “Young and Sexy” available for a brother? While you’re at it, get that Steve Ivory feat Cru “Relax and Party” on mp3 too. Speaking of fine…

Showtime has Belly (and Belly 2, but no one cares) on its On Demand list RN. And when I’m speaking on fine and Belly at the same damn time, I’m speaking on that amazing chocolate goddess Taral Hicks. I swear I love me some Kesha. Oh, how I’d love to spread Hot Six Oil all over her body. Hey…Tommy Buns wasn’t my manz and them. As soon as that nigga got with that prophet nigga and his movement, I woulda slid straight TF in Kesha’s DMs. Please believe me.

Speaking of OD fine…

If you haven’t seen the promo pic for Nicki Minaj’s “Anaconda” single (I’m guessing it’s a single), go on ‘head and stop reading this tweet RTF now and Google that shit. Thank me later.

Friends…how many of us have them? Friends…ones we can depend on?

If you didn’t know, and you probably didn’t, 2NN, or Two Niggas and a Notepad, is myself and my brogod @themisterceizzo. 2NN is officially the name of our two man creative team, all under the 100 Blocks Stories/@crewunB/Cristiano Esteban umbrella. We write scripts, come up with off the wall ideas, burn infinite amounts of LOUD, and live our lives day by day, grinding hard toward our collective vision and goal. It doesn’t matter which of our cooperative or individual ventures go global first, we both eat. That’s a family thing. But I’m gonna take this opportunity to say that Christian Eaddy is good man on the brink of being a great man. He’s the black Voltron to @crewunB, one damn good parent and family man, the heart of BFC, and one heaven of a friend to me. In this era of my life, other than my bestie and ride or die Jose Ortiz, he is the only person to see me at my best as well as my absolute worst. I can honestly say that if it weren’t for Christian Eaddy on two separate occasions, I may not be on this earth writing this blog RN. He’s a blessing to so many people, my trusted creative partner, and I’m thankful to have him in my foxhole. He puts up with my much improved genius/psychotic neurosis, and helps to keep my head on a level playing field. I suppose I do the same for him in my own sordid way, though our ways of expressing what can’t really be expressed differ, if you can dig what I’m saying. Somehow, some way we been rocking like Smooth Operator for some time. Much love to my nigga. Y’all haven’t even seen the half of what we have in store.

Well folks, that’s all for tonight. In my opinion we’ve had a pretty good damn week. We dropped two fresh new blogs this week. We even threw you a throwback blog from my time with my blood cousin @iamdjgreen a few years ago. Then, to top it all off, we dropped a new flavor of theunbearablescrew tees on the masses today. Scoop a couple of them RTFN (that’s right the fidduck now if you didn’t know). Big ups to my nucca @TerrellMacklin, he already scooped a fresh one. You can catch me in one tomorrow, crispy then a new blue Big Face Benny hunnit. But, nothing less can be expected from a Don.

As always, send all love/hate mail to thompsonty78@gmail.com. Follow me on the Twitter @tymonday, as well as my aforementioned brogod @themisterceizzo, the homie @CraftyLefty57, and the squadron, @crewunB. Catch me somewhere smack dead in the middle of Broadway and Ebony Junctions, mathematically precise to the decimal. Peace be unto you.