How Does AK pay the bills?

So...the music business doesn't påy the bills. If it was about the money I'da quit a long time ago. Everybody's got their hussle to pay the rent, put food in mouth, etc. I had a choice between drug dealer and teacher (although I guess everyone has that choice) and long story short I am now Mr. Fab, the Nutrition Teacher. This is my day job. It keeps the lights on and I can think of worse ways to make a living.

This money (lyrics)

Long as I can remember I have been a creator,
an innovative writer, and a musician persuader
One who actually gives a shit about the world I live in
native of the USA my momma payed her way to brooklyn
Talk about life changing in front of your eye
from a farm in Barbados to a flat in Bedstuy?
She hussled all her life, smiled in spite of the strife
never much success in love, married the wrong guy.
had a baby, 84 way before my time
I had realized this world was ill, by the age of nine
momma working days & nights& weekends, overTime-
-I began to see the fallacies of working 9 to
we were still broke without a dime

***This money make this world go round...if you want, get down
Just try forget who you are, and go and get you a job***



Nothing wrong with hard work in this world but who you working for?

Ricky's out!

So our boy, Ricky is all growns up and has officially left for his first tour. We dropped him at the airport yesterday morning and he should be about halfway through his 2-stop flight to Johannesburg, South Africa. He will be touring with Musiq Soulchild and Chaka Kahn for the next two and a half months. We're so proud...
When it finally hit me that Ricky was really going I was almost nervous (which is not really my style). I realized that I really need to step it the fuck up. We're all hovering around the right places, we got talent, but our recognition is not there yet. That level where the people know who we are and what we are about is something that takes constant work, and unyielding dedication. Now Im all fired up!... What Now?

I CAN'T EAT FRIED CHICKEN EVER!

So I sit down to eat at Silk City with Stein (It's Only Music) and Dewey (Unless) for our weekly meeting and I truly had a moment. I can be decisive when I need to be but for some reason deciding on what to eat is always a problem. I'm there going through my usual exhausting process when the fried chicken platter was suggested. I refused immediately, as I always do. Don't get me wrong, I love the shyt just as much as the next person but I could not pull the trigger in a public setting. My unyielding drive to never be caught in a stereotypical situation was more pressing than the possibility of the pristine poultry. I know it seems stupid and petty but Dave Chapelle and the mainstream media has ruined this one for me...Btw, I had the crab cake sandwich and it was decent.

Pork Fried Podcast Vol. 1

Pork Fried Podcast Volume One: Hot Chocolate Coffee
So we had DJ Phsh come thru the Pork Fried Home Base and put together a podcast of new bangers for your listening pleasure. There are features from AKiLLES, Unless, Selina Carrera, Elise Queeley, and Truck North. Consider this a preview for those who are unfamiliar with what we do.

Pause for Poetry

I believe in being direct with words in my music. I've always felt that the people can relate better to the music when they feel like the artist is speaking to them personally. But sometimes I just write abstract pieces that I've never made into songs. Enjoy...


Sitting...anticipating the rejuvenation of life. Not as a biological entity, nor as
an anatomical product of sexual reproduction. But a human, in its purest form,
inately entitled to happiness, exhiliration, anger, infuriation, lust, love, jealousy,
hate of and with self. Against my will, I have been stripped of my zest for
existence. The blissful ignorance that I grasped so tightly as a youth has been
usurped by a jaded overstanding of the inequities and injustices of my world.
But, it is because I am of my world that I can appreciate the perpetual possibility
of a life different to my own. I can revel in the realization that every passing
moment is an opportunity for change.






My mind sits...heavy in reservoirs of self-actualization.Cloudy. My thoughts

intertwine with cummilous clouds settling subtly above mountains of indignation.

Pristine horizons engulf my insecurities as rivers give way to an everlasting stream

of consciousness. Water runs like libations poured in rememberance of ignorance

and innocence. And yet, nothing of self is sufficient. Want and desire lay within the

realm of my very existence; reaching, clawing, pawing, yearning for that passionate

eclipse. The ORGASMIC instant of animalistic, primal oneness could not be uttered

by virgin lips. NO! it must be spoken is painful tounges of experience and tragedy.