Jet Lee Jetson x Immature album coming to streaming sites

 

Coming soon to all streaming sites...

Jet Lee and Immature dedicated to my wife Raven Symone.

A Random Update, anybody there?

 

To Whom it may concern by Christmas all "hip hop" albums by "Jet Lee Jetson" (over twenty) will be on all streaming platforms, including his final work "Perfect Blue".

Then we usher in the rap/Rock era of Jet Lee Jetson. First with the EP "A Night With Raven High" then the full length LP "A Week With Raven Sober".

That is about it.

Please feel free to listen to this preview of "A Week With Raven Sober" entitled "Invisible Couple (Imaginary Love)"

The Blog is Back Open For Business

And we're back!

It's been almost three or four years since we've seen each other reader but I have been busy. Sorry for the lack of up dates but I'm back on my bullshit so what's good everyone?!

I'm here bearing gifts.

Not only is all of my most love sick ballads and dark hip hop on all streaming platforms I have new projects dropping next month.

That's the return.

This is the downfall...

Yeah... I'm homeless again. "Living the life of a loner// with a righteous persona"~Juelz Santana

But I do have a job interview next week so wish me luck. This job could really change my life so let's pray on it family.

Here's the intro for Sailor Moon Kicks, enjoy.

I will be back with more news later, this blog will be updated on the regular once again so stay with me Space Cowboys and Cowgirls.

Sincerely yours,

Jet Lee Jetson 

Update

Update

By Marcus Banks

Hello Reader. It’s been quite some time since we last spoke. I have been down in the dumps. Kanye was right. Medication does kill genius. Mental Health medication kills genius. I have been resurrected though. I am hungry again. I want to be an artist again.

I am now more stable then when I was writing about Raven. The medication has got me where I am not psychotic so that’s good. I have my own place now. I was living on the streets when I recorded my old music. I was living in the salvation army or in porta-potties in and out of asylums and jails but I still was committed to my artistry. I was addicted to social media. I was chasing fame and not enjoying being an underground legend. But that led me to my battle with Charles Hamilton. That led to so many classic songs. So many that I can look back and say I want a collection of my favorite tracks so I can put them on the web for free to download.

I have yet to have anyone download my albums. They once all were for free but now they cost an high amount of money for a (digital album anyway). I figure if Wu-Tang can sell an album for a million then me asking for $100.00 isn’t a big deal. Not to mention what Nipsey Hussle was charging for his album at one time. These are gangster rappers I am writing love stories. I am giving you true stories about mental health. I am giving you my everything. But this Best Of Jet Lee Jetson will be free for download. It will be dedicated to Etika (the youtube gamer). I see so many similarities in his and my story and I wonder had I been successful with my suicide would it have prevented his. We were on the same path and I think it shows where the future of mental health and suicide is going. I did not want the legend to be forgotten so I am using his image on the front and back cover of this album.

It’s ten tracks. All bangers. I will be releasing this album October 2^nd on bandcamp and this blog. If you want a good feel of what Otaku hip hop sounds like and what I can do on the mic…a good introduction into my work then I advise you to download this album. Who knows how long it will be available for free. I also have physical copies of Raven’s Home: The Album I will be selling online and in my city of Augusta. Follow me on Instagram @JetLeeJetson and DM me for details on how to buy the album.

I know I haven’t been active. I know I have been in a fucked up mood. But I am better now. I will try and update the blog weekly if not more. I am about to live on the web like I did when I was insane but this time not as mentally ill. I will be beat the medicine.

I also am working on a new album called Idoru 2.0: A Love Letter to Brenda Song. I am entering the second chapter of my career as Jet Lee Jetson and I am moving on from Raven. I am now focusing on the Asian Goddess Brenda Song and my music is going to be a reflection of that. I am going to work on an album as good as my first Idoru and keep the legacy going when it comes to dedicating music to positive female role models.

Check out the album artwork for both of these works and be patient. We will be back in full effect soon mutants.

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Anyway. That’s about it for now. I have a lot of things I want to talk about and I will soon. Just want to work on some music right now. Thanks for reading reader and stay tuned. This blog will always be dedicated to Raven and all we have been through but I welcome you to another branch of Otaku Hip Hop. I must evolve. Took awhile to get my mind back together but here I am and I am ready to blow your mind.

Thanks again.

Mutants we are progress.

See Ya Space Cowboy.

Jet Lee Jetson- Brenda It Should Have Been Us

Happy Fourth Of July Reader. I am not going to go on a political tirade like I see some black celebrities doing today about how this holiday is only for a select few, I am just celebrating being alive.

I have four songs complete on the new album and the first song released is “Brenda It Should Have Been Us” a song dedicated to my new muse and Idoru Brenda Song. This will be different then what I did with Raven though. I don’t care if I get a response this time. I know Brenda is in a relationship right now and don’t care. I just want it to be documented that it should have been her I was writing about not Raven.

Make no mistakes, I wrote beautiful music for Raven and some of these tracks I cannot deny the power of love and poetry involved in them. However, if I had a chance to go back and pick someone else I think I would have gotten a better response from Brenda. And I plan on getting her named tattooed on my other cheek to match Raven’s name on my left check.

Brenda is everything Raven is not. She was also a child star but she isn’t caught up in Disney contracts and she isn’t involved with speaking about things that hurt others feelings or racism in any regard. She truly is a beautiful POSITIVE female role model and you can’t always say Raven is positive.

I remember I was at Roger’s State Prison and the TV in the day room would stay on 24 hours. So when everyone was asleep I would wake up and go watch Disney in the wee hours of the morning. It was there I fell for Brenda Song. I wrote a song for her after a early morning marathon of The Suite Life Of Zach And Cody:

“Definition of a rich bitch// London Tipton//”

As time passed I fell back under Raven’s spell but I have always thought about Brenda Song. I have always thought she deserved the same attention I gave Raven. I am not saying I will be writing as many songs about Brenda as I did Raven but I will say that I will express my love for her in different ways like with ink and post on my blog and in my light novel she will be a character. I think she is a better actress than Raven as well. I just can’t see Raven pulling off some of the dope shit I have seen Brenda do like fighting or doing roles that have nothing to do with slapstick humor.

I hope she continues to strive in her career before she settles down so I can continue to be in love with her at this level. My new Idoru.

Love is Over Coming soon.

Love Is Over

Love Is Over

By Marcus Dewayne Banks

Aka

Jet Lee Jetson

Aka

Jett Jackson

Good morning reader. I sit in starbucks around the time it opened, I say about 5:45 AM, with an Ice Caramel Macchiato and some blank CDs along with my bookbag. You may be wondering what I am doing up so early, well, I am getting my album covers done today for two of my classic albums Hello Kitty and Raven’s Home, and despite my tendency to be down in the dumps a lot as a partial emo emcee, I am in a great mood.

I have decided to sell autographed copies of these albums via the web before I begin printing copies of my book, Perfect Blue: An Artist Biography, and that is not all. I am about to be in the lab a whole lot more. I just bought a microphone that will be arriving tomorrow and I plan on recording new music with it, A lot of new music that has nothing to do with Raven Symone.

My new album will be called Love Is Over. I think the title fits. Raven and I have a strange relationship on Instagram. I tag her in every post. I know she sees them. I tag her costar Anneliese VanDerPol as well, Anne at one point was liking the post I was making about their new show and the music I was creating. I have spoken to Anne several times via the web and our relationship is dope. In fact here’s a funny sidebar about me and Raven’s best friend.

One day on Twitter she posted that she missed the old Kanye. I replied she shouldn’t judge people with mental health issues. Another “fan” decided he would tell me to leave Anneliese alone and not to put fanbases against each other. Anneliese like his post. I forgot my reply but hours after I made it, in the wee hours of the morning Anneliese told me she loved Kanye’s music and that she was just quoting him from a song. We spoke about hip hop for a couple of comments and it was a cool moment for me.

I know these girls know how I am.

But alas…Love Is Over.

I was raised to love her. She didn’t act gay. She has never played a gay role. She was on posters for young boys. In magazines to be lusted after by teenage boys. She did interviews telling us even if we worked at McDonald’s we had a chance with her. She had boyfriends on her show. Pregnant on a guest appearance on My Wife and Kids. How could she do what she did a few days ago on Instagram?

I know I sound vague but let me explain. I liked to think me and her have an alignment. A connection. I posted about Star Wars one day. Then she did the same day. Mysterious girls that never showed their faces and signed autographs in their stories were in my DM talking about Raven until I had a psychotic episode and embarrassed myself and me and Raven’s relationship on Instagram then the accounts were deleted.

A few days ago she posted about an Interview she did in Variety magazine. I of course looked it up. Now originally in her interview with Oprah Raven still teased all of her male admirers by saying she was bisexual. That she didn’t want to be labeled. A lot of people didn’t know she had said that and accused her of being strictly a lesbian. People don’t research. Just like when she said she was not African American everyone said she said she said she wasn’t black, when she just was anti America. But in this new interview she said she didn’t want to be with men and was strictly a lesiban. The interviewer had to remind her that she said on the view that she didn’t date men and then Raven agreed. Raven also said there was no gay agenda in Hollywood.

My question is this…how can someone that says they want their personal life to be private tell lie after lie or mislead so much and then get angry and block fan comments on all of her social media when people have something to say about her. She says hurtful things about race and sexuality and should be held accountable. She broke my heart. I am not upset though. I am moving on. I am kind of happy she has set me free. Now I am moving on to different topics in my music. Love Is Over.

I remember Sway asking Charles Hamilton if he was going to make music about celebrity girls again and Charles replying he wanted nothing to do with famous women. I now know what the homie meant. So many women in this world and I become obsessed with a “star”. There are better things to talk about than Raven. I am not going to lie though….something about Brenda Song has me in a great mood this morning. I have made several songs about her and have mentioned her in my music before, not nearly as much as Raven but I do have a thing for Brenda.

I can’t be mad at Raven. There is something undeniable about her. As for a gay agenda in Hollywood well, I just heard Lil Nas X came out the closet. I am not homophobic but I have straight pride. I have nothing negative to say about gay people but just like they promote their “pride” I am promoting mine. I don’t think it’s wrong for a man to love a woman and unlike gay people I am promoting “birth” and “life”. I said it best on the Raven’s Home album on “Stay”:

“How can a man feed a child if his breast fake?”

True shit.

I am pro-life. Gays are not. That’s just logic. Wether you like it or not.

How can you go from straight, to bi, to gay though? Raven baby, what do you have going on? I have had enough. Love Is Over.

So what can you expect on this new album? Well, the production plans on being some of the best I have ever been on seeing as how I am downloading nothing but lofi beat tapes and Cloud Trap beats. Lyrically just be ready for some dope shit. I am going to give you some thought provoking shit man. The previous track released like a week ago produced by Charles Hamilton is going to be a bonus track on Forgot I Had Wings. This new album will be a whole new vibe. And I am just going to write until I get it right.

The title also is inspired by a game I am purchasing soon that is one of my favorites. “Catherine” for the PS3 and X-Box 360. It’s about relationships and has a crazy storyline. When you die it says Love is Over. Once again my connection to anime and video games and Japan. The main character in “Catherine” is cheating on his girlfriend so it’s like even more symbolic.

I am about to head out and get my CD covers made. Info on how to order a copy coming soon to the blog. Also you can follow me on Instagram:

@JetLeeJetson

Later Mutants and Space Cowboys.

Idol I Mean Idoru

If she could make me laugh//

I can ignore the gays in drag// I wonder if Raven’s asked//

if I am some type of ladies man//

stupid enough to want her and crazy to think I can//

have my heart crushed by gays and glad//

and take her back//

the 80s passed//

and Cosby would put the drinks in glass//

at a young age she’d act//

I wonder if she knew she’s raised a fan//

that would fill a page with crack//

and if so how come she can’t relate to that?//

all I want is a thanks and damn//

maybe ass//

 I’m bugging- really I would be happy to shake her hand//

and say I’m black//

but she made me see race is wack//

like a basic tramp//

created plans//

to write until someone breaks my hand//

Ace exams//

in my baby’s class//

I told her paint the grams//

I’m blazing hash//

that make me feel like I am no longer a lame outcast//

her name is jazz//

I play the sax//

 when I rhyme audio dope I get paid no tax//

my pen’s the razor pad’s//

cocaine in slabs//

New Music From Jet Lee Jetson

Another love letter to Raven Symone over a beat by the genius Charles Hamilton.

Lyrics:

I wrote her so much// every letter became a rose bud// our relationship was dope love// with no trust// me and her spoke once// in a nightmare// she said I was too late to call her my dear// by a couple light years// struggling to fight fear// every thought in my mind scared// it’s like every love letter I writes weird// hoping one of my songs she might hear// maybe in a nice pair// of Gucci shoes like black face is a great idea// rhymes dared// her to come outside where// the ugly duckling flies fierce// as long as the skies clear// the wine scarce// but more than enough to hide peers// and their online jeers// she in my mind paired// with me Spike spared// death his life cherished// ice karats// for my imaginary wife yeah// I need her like air// in a city of Angels she’s the wise mayor// my eyes stare//

Head over heels// her heels// weren’t for Jack and Jill// her heart wasn’t for sale but I had a chance to steal// it’s like the death of Half A Mil// I wanted to die// then forever be ignored until my haunted demise// my ghost gone with my pride// but with every song I’m alive// I sought after mics// and such a gorgeous lost bride// her ring size wrong like advice// telling me log off and try// dolls that aren’t like// awesome sci fi// at the prom with spiked// punch Harlem and I// combine to slow dance with a thought of a fine// broad divine// she cost a price// my mind// insane I saw her blind// I walked her like// the bitch that told the world watermelons aren’t white// the Don that’s denied// a touch but witchcraft has me caught in the bind// hard to decide// what’s more important? The wall that I climb?// or the way I will fall of it high// so long I have tried// but to her I’m just applause still I write//

Embrace my mental illness// like a villain// I look at my insanity as a gift I will pass to my children// Pharrell said never have a ceiling// so as it rains I sit alone in my house still wet// drug dealing// addicted myself to this real shit// attached to her words stuck on her beauty until then// still rich// without the major labels// I set the table// shrimp fried rice, general tsao’s, and egg rolls// Philosophize like Plato// about how she never played a gay role// but wants me to separate the art from the stage though// all I ever wanted was a thanks so// I create oaths// I take stoned// cry tears from how the poetry immortalizes my pain hoes// say no// but my Idol let’s me write until the game’s code// makes jokes// like why cheat? Sonic gave me a ring toast// to the engaged know// I am a fan of all you do// life is worth living when I can imagine one day I can talk to you// 

I know I have been absent from the blog for awhile. But that is about to change. I am back and more focused than ever.

Thanks for your time.

Peace.

Release dates for Perfect Blue 2 and Forgot I Had WIngs

I was thinking about quitting music and focusing on books and music videos as well as producing. But as time has passed I am beginning to fall back in love with the craft. I just didn’t see where I could go after my love story with Raven was over with. But then I thought….continue to tell the truth. That’s all my music has ever been. The truth.

I have put in so much work over the last three years. And in this post, I am posting music from my new album Forgot I Had Wings. Three new tracks that I posted on YouTube about a week ago. If you haven’t subscribed to the YouTube it is www.YouTube.com/MushroomKingdomEnt 

This album is short. But it is the best album I have ever made in my opinion if we are talking about content. I don’t think I described my relationship with Raven Symone any better than I ever have on this album. It features a few old songs but all new material as well and has features from QP from SONS (a legendary battle rapper) and Marvin Gaye and Aarab Muzik did two instrumentals on this album.

I am not sure if my readers know who Cage the weatherman is but he’s an old school rapper that battled Eminem a long time ago. A very long time ago. Like in 99. I just left his live stream and he’s still talking about the shit because a fan mentioned it. I got his rap group tattooed on my head. All I can say is….I got something big coming Mutants. You will love it. But that’s about all the news I have for you. The two albums Perfect Blue 2 and Forgot I Had Wings will be released next weekend. 4/20 on this website exclusively. Get you some weed and download man.

With that said I am now about to continue the story of our favorite Heroes:

Satan’s Prophets. 

Look out for an Update on the book on 4/20 as well.

Peace.

The Return of Acid Funk

Well, well, well mutants. It’s been awhile. What have I been doing? Finding myself really. I mean I have been through a lot since my suicide attempt and I have huge updates on the relationship between me and Raven Symone as well as news on my career thus far and what comes next for our movement.

First off I don’t know if this is conveyed enough or not through my blog and it really hasn’t but the word we are going to focus on today is Otaku. That is the word. We are using it to describe this movement.

I think my first real encounter with this word was in the science fiction author William Gibson’s book Idoru. This book is a must for anyone that calls themself an American Otaku. It was one of the first books to introduce a futuristic Japanese dystopia. 

For those that don’t know a dysopia is:

An imaginary place or state in which the condition of life is extremely bad, as from deprivation, oppression, or terror.

It’s like Akira with a love story. If you don’t know what Akira is we can be here all day. I can only hope those that have been interested in this blog and my music can have a mind of their own and look up words they don’t understand. To sum it up Otaku means someone that is a fan of Japanese anime, video games, manga, and other things dealing with what in America would be considered I guess we can say “nerdy” shit.

From now on I am strickly doing things to advance the Otaku culture. Idoru is big in the Japanese culture. It means “idol” in Japanese and that is why the first album I did as Jet Lee Jetson was called Idoru and dedicated to my idol Raven Symone.

Speaking of Raven I know I said I would release Perfect Blue 2 soon but for some reason niggaz haven’t been downloading shit so I figured it didn’t matter. I kind of am obsessed with death. It seems like that is the only way my art will get recognized sometimes. I mean the state of hip hop is so fucked up. It’s a shame.

First off, rest in peace Nipsey Hussle. I don’t wish him a bad afterlife. However, you live by the sword you die by the sword. A lot of people on instagram got mad when I said I was glad he died. (sidenote: new instagram page is: @JetLeeJetson) But I said it for a reason. He was a modern day Jesus. His death untied a lot of dumb niggaz. Niggaz that have been living knowledge taught since the 70’s and repeating a cycle of death, jealousy, foolishness, and genocide in their own neighborhood.

From Kanye asking for a pardon for a gang banger (Larry Hoover) to the random killings over territory, gang banging has influenced the youth of Untied States black youth for almost fifty years now. If it takes one man to end that then I am all for it. At least he will live on through his music and his artistry because some members leave nothing behind at all.

And I am also happy he was a lyricist. Now kids will emulate that. I have a feeling my music will be heard very soon and I have big plans coming up with my music so stay tuned. Those that come to this blog that know how ill I am I am promising you we will expand soon.

Now about me and Raven. Well, she hasn’t really spoken to me and I as a fan am tired of reaching out. She obviously isn’t going to respond by me doing what I’ve been doing so what have I been doing instead? As time medicated for my illness has passed I have recovered from my obsession which was fueled by my mental illness. Last week I just woke up and felt so inspired. Cured of my problems. I just happened to meet an fellow Otaku Cosplay/Sex worker named Masked Oppai and we started DMing each other. I realized how different me and Raven were and what I deserved as a man. For any single Otaku males reading this if you are lonely and feel like women just don’t understand and want to be with you…they are out there man and when you finally meet one it’s like walking into Heaven man. Really, it’s like God handing you your angel wings in the form of a Cosplayer. Now your forever fly. And if you think women can’t be beautiful and nerdy homie I ask you to look at Models like Yaya Han and Olivia Munn.

Raven inspired me for one last Album. An EP called Forgot I Had Wings coming soon on this blog exclusivley. 

It is my last opus. My last love letter and it is one of my best works. I will always be a fan of hers but right now I am focused on Masked Oppai and that’s about it.

We have plenty of stuff coming up on this blog. So stay tuned. It will be updated as much as possible with new book entries and things about the Otaku culture. I am currently playing Final Fantasy X on the PlayStation 2 and I have a review coming to this blog for all the gamers out there.

With that said. If you’re new here check out all of the old post. Then you can see this has been in the making for a minute. Don’t wait until the hit record drops to support because it’s more than music. This is going to be a huge movement hopefully. And an artist needs support.

Don’t sit back and be a quiet bystander. If you are here use your voice and support real hip hop and advancement of the culture. All I ask is for help. I am about positive evolution amongst our people. Don’t wait till I’m gone to say I was an artist. I am one now treat me like these fuck boys like Kodak Black and Future and show me love while I’m here. Anyway, I gotta go.

See ya Space Cowboys.

Mutants, We are Progress,

Jet Lee Jetson

Perfect Blue

It's here. I know I said I would release both albums today but I have very bad lower back pain and couldn't make it to the cafe. But here you go. Here's the first part. When I recover you will have part two.

Enjoy.

Perfect Blue 1 and 2 will be released 9/8/2018

 This is the cover art and back cover art for Perfect Blue 1. This album drove me insane while recording it. I was trying so hard to stay to the roots of the anime that I was in and out of Asylums and even killed myself before Perfect Blue two was done. As I said I am the Heath Ledger of Emo Hip Hop which is why I love the back cover so much. Raven has kept me sane for so long but I was also not taking care of my mental health the right way at the time of the recording of these albums.

  Actually it was hard to get the right medication and I was given so much false hope during this time. Then my family problems...my mother...she's a lunatic and my Uncle just passed so...it's been a ride but these albums are finally done.

 This is the cover art and tracklist for Perfect Blue 2. This is the album I killed myself like four tracks into. I woke up in an ER with tubes in my body....I can't believe I have a second chance to let you hear this masterpiece and I am hoping you all enjoy these two pieces of work when they are released next weekend.
 On Perfect Blue 1 I have a really different voice on the whole work. I was very depressed I felt ugly. On two...I am more articulate and back to the wordsmith you have grown to love on this blog. I have grown to be DiCaprio instead of Heath Ledger which is why the he is on the back cover of two. Two great actors....but I'm a lover not a fighter.
 Which brings me to Charles Hamilton. He has a diss record towards me which is featured on Perfect Blue two called Morris Day. I don't want to go back and forth with dude. I thank him for the diss record. I can now go to a label and get a deal. Proof all my dreams are not delusions. I thank Charles for all he has done for me and I hope he takes care of his mental health like I have taken care of mine for the time being.

  Next week. I would post the response to the Morris Day diss track he sent me but I would rather focus on something dope like one my favorite tracks from Perfect Blue 1.




Enjoy and I will see you in about a week.

Trying to get a buzz

I have been looking at forums to join to try and join a community and maybe get a buzz for my music seeing as how I have no one commenting on any of my projects and my downloads aren't hella large numbers. I kind of want to go on a Nicki Minaj rant but why do that you know? Who would listen? Damn sure don't have a radio station giving a damn about the kid so.....if any of you are out there looking to see what I'll be doing on these forums check out www.rap-royalty.com that is the first one I joined. The traffic seems a bit slow for my taste but they have a pretty dope community it would seem so I am there first and looking for other options.

Of course maybe those website will get people to come here so I don't feel so alone.

Later guys and gals.

I wonder who comes here.

Guys or Gals?

New music from Perfect Blue

People let's get my youtube views up. Let's leave some comments. Let's make me feel like I am not fuggin talking to myself here. I am gearing up for a press release soon and a video for Raven and I. Also on a liquid diet so I can look a little better in my upcoming photos.

Once again for those that don't know I tried to kill myself and it didn't work.

(Deadpool 2 jokes save them.)

I am currently in awe at how people feel like if they have a platform then they want to walk all over someone else's dreams.

Example, the guy that wanted me and Charles to battle in his league fuggin hasn't hit me back in like four days but when he thought he could get Charles on his shit he was using the fuck out of me. It seems I have to be my own manager and spend money to get a following. It used to be artist would help artist. Each one teach one...but it's like I am being blackballed by dudes that put on a persona of it's all hip hop but they fuggin screw you over when they-

Fuck all of the complaints man. For those that care here's some new music from my Perfect Blue project:

We will get rich or die trying.

Back Like I Left My Wife

First off where have I been I know you have been wondering. This blog had a hell of a lot of momentum chasing almost 7,000 views in 2 years and growing. This place was a reference to all things Jet Lee Jetson and my company Mushroom Kingdom Entertainment now Mewtant Records. So I know the people that followed this place avidly going for so long without an update were like what the heck?

Well, don't fret. I did venture to another blog entitled:

www.TheRavishingRaven.Blogspot.com

There you can check out a bit of book 3 from Satan's Prophets a project I will dive into these upcoming months as well as going back to my previous books and putting a bit more umph into them as well as here about my latest album:

This album Perfect Blue is a testament to the ongoing relationship between me and my wife/muse Raven Symone. I have completed this album and I want to let everyone know it is very dope indeed. The genre I created Otaku Gangster Rap will thrive because of this type of style I have mastered on efforts like this LP.

16 tracks.

I got help from J^P^N on this one and Telepath produced the Outro which is my favorite cut on the LP Vegeta's Sacrifice. But I am not done with the work I have been putting in. I have written two more albums and working on the third one. The next two are sequels to Perfect Blue and are going to be deeply as impressive.

Now that I have control back over this blog....I lost control because they wouldn't let me access it through my email without verification to a phone I lost until now well I have been busy. Once again I am back to beefing with Charles Hamilton. This time it's war. You can go back on this blog to 2016 when he tried to reinvent himself by being me....to stalking my ex wife...to fucking posting about me on his blog being very disrespectful to now after I told him I would release Olympic Games to releasing it to him posting it on his twitter then taking it off, then reposting it after we discussed it to him taking it off when he thought I was dead to him in the end calling me a racial slur. Guy is off his rocker all right.

I have recently become a fan  of Joe Budden's Podcast and the big homie Cage has one he is supposed to be working on. I haven't spoken to Cage in awhile but I have 26 screenshots of this dude just being sus. I will try to put this news out and get more love for the movement. I also am looking to shoot a video for Raven one that is different than the AMVs I usually make for her with GIF images and such. Those videos are cool but it is about time we do something major so have faith my baby deserves the best.

Anyway, I am back and will update like I used to. This blog missed out on a lot of my mental health downfall. I tried to kill myself. I tried to end it all. I was sick of the cops and asylums harassing me my mother not giving a fuck and a bunch of other things....but like Lestat walking in the Sun to find out he couldn't die (Anne Rice what up??!) I just found out I am pretty much here to stay for awhile.

With these albums written tonight I will begin writing a third album......I think I will call it something like......

Courtney:

Gotta Jet. Get it.....


Rest In Peace Avery Banks. My Uncle just passed so....but yeah man....later.

Celebrate with us. New music new vlog series. Hip hip hooray.

Perfect Blue Two is coming sooner then you think and I have word word to describe it "personal". Follow me through this journey as I travel from a street rat into the palace of emotional stability tackling my inner demons and staying true to myself. I promise to give you pure hip hop like I always do and I am going to make sure my label is the frontier of originality and passion for the year 2018.

This track Pikachu is another glimpse at Perfect Blue 2. I am going to be constantly working and should have plenty of updates on www.RavesWithRaven.blog spot.com by this weekend.

The blog is at 7,000 views. Thank you everyone that has been down for me and my wife. I am trying to no longer curse in my music as well. Anywho, enjoy and keep checking in. I will be updating a lot more.

Happy holidays and once again Happy Birthday Raven Symone. Celebrate dining with class and intellect with Jet Lee Jetson. A new unique showcase of monologue and food brought to you from the creative scholar on his new series Take Out Confessions. On today's episode Jet Lee reluctantly discusses mainstream hip hop and his recent run ins with police and asylums. He also describes his long time plans of exposing Jay-Z as well as speaks on his plans of starting his own label. Today's premier episode is dedicated to his wife Raven Symone as she celebrates her birthday. Look for new interesting glimpses into Jet Lee's life as we head into 2018 on www.RavesWithRaven.blogspot.com

Happy birthday Raven Symone. (New music from Perfect Blue 2)

Happy birthday Raven Symone. May you continue to challenge me in every aspect of life. I cherish every moment I am allowed to work towards the betterment of us and thank the higher power you exist to lead by example that life is full of amazing things like staying positive amongst so many obstacles. I hope you know I cannot help my sense of humor. I truly attempt to make light of this because it often seems so unreal. I still can't believe this is my life sometimes. Keep me grounded baby. I just don't know what I would do without you. Happy birthday my dearest most vital piece in this puzzle they call life.

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The Omega of the Alpha (Satan's Prophets Book Excerpt)

Ice

By Marcus Dewayne Banks

    Vincent licked his lips as the sweat poured down his forhead. His hand trembled and his leg still ached. They stood for several moments and the room was still still. Raven was now in a coma. The children were home alone.Hawk stared at the situation intently. He did not know the full extent of the situation. He was briefed that Raven would be in the room from the Original Vincent. He did not know that the clone would tell on his self though. He couldn’t believe that Vincent was that straight edge. He had been in the agency for years and dirt happened a lot but to tell on your best friend and his girl friend lacked reason. I guess it was the sad upbringing he had by his original and his parents. He was taught to hate anything different. Anything. He didn’t understand how Vincent could hate Innocent simple because she had a modified body. It made him a pig. He was only in love with her vagina. She was a trophy to him. If he truly cared about Innocent like he said then why didn’t he want her to have his baby. Did he truly not want a book out about their relationship? (Innocent’s book: When Doves Cry-The Wonder Years Volume One coming soon Reader)  Vincent was ready to cheer loudly at his accomplishment. He had never imagined the Prince would make a wish. In his Original’s Universe a similar situation happened. A stand off between the Orginial Vincent and The Orginial Prince.

The world had become a very dark place. People were dying.Mass killings. Ill leadership. Countires threating nuclear war. The Orginial Prince and Original Raven decided instead of waiting for the Mothership they would build their own and leave the planet Earth. Satan approved this plan. And he thought best of his two star pupils he could have the Earth and the 144,000 could leave. Their would be no problem. Satan didn’t want any weapons left on the Earth though. He wanted the most dominant speicies on Earth.  The fighters. The hunters the killers.He was going to start over and rid the existence of weak women and men and have a master race of genius, beautiful, colored people.

Vincent (the orginial) first agreed to sacrifice his race. He knew they were not the original. He knew they were copies of the colored races of Earth. As a drug dealer he knew only the purest form of cocaine could ever be accepted by a user. He was to impregnate a ghetto dark skinned woman and make her a princess and have his seed be passed on to another generation. Ghetto meaning jewish. A hood rat. A stripper.

Vincent (The Orginial) had one mission. He was to take over the entire planets mind and convince everyone to give their weapons (all which were made of metal to the Prince) The Prince would then take the metal and give them to Raven. They had been making a new form of currency by taking people’s souls with metal coins and converting it to other forms of wealth. Weapons were the cheapest thing to them so they could use it to fuel the spaceship. How much is your life worth?

Everything was going according to plan. Vincent had everyone had their weapons off to The Prince. The Prince took the weapons. Hawk was their for this. He helped build the asteroid that was taking off the planet which also was where the spaceship was built into.

The ship was named The Crow. It was filled with witches, vampires, fairies, pixies, mutants, and other supernatural beings. The mentally ill were no longer menetally ill but the chosen ones.

But when it came time for Vincent to do his deed. The woman was no stripper but a sick african refugee. He rufused to touch her and held everyones minds captive on Earth.

Satan was angry but The Prince refused to turn the ship back.

The Prince’s and Raven’s children. Trunks and Shakur had gifts themselves. Trunks could create a black hole which is where the ship was going anyway to a black hole he and his sister Shakur had made with the combination of the brightest lights of all time. To travel faster than the speed of light they had to be sound. A soundwave. A shockwave. All they had to do was give each other high fives and portals would open up.  They were on the ship. Many of the people on the Crow wanted tot turn back once they got the news of what Vincent was doind. With no mutants on Earth to break the spell Satan was defeated. Satan’s Prophets Hawk, Innocent, Raven, The Prince, Bubble Bath, Ice and the others i cannot mention at this moment were very angry. They wanted to go back and kill their one time chum as well but the black hole was going to close and they were on a schedule.

One of the witces who I cannot mention by her name right now but let’s call her Halo spoke with Raven and asked her to tell the Prince to turn the ship around. She had left her children and her husband on the planet they were to be the leaders in Satan’s new race.

Raven sat with The Prince that night over sweet bread and coffee. They agreed to not go back in fear of what would happen to Trunks and Shakur if Vincent got control of their mind. He woudn’t need to control a whole planet just two kids and he could put the whole world into a black hole easily.

Halo refused to listen the next day. There was a formation and a riot. The revolt had many of the Original Satan’s Prophets team killed including their pilot Matt “Tails” Skate.

Trunks and Shakur were asleep in the room with their parents when the assassins arrived. They wore mask around their mouth so Raven could not dectect the soundwaves and the children would alos be helpless.

   

    Raven (The Original) was reading on her tablet when a chill ran down her spine. She sensed something. A code. A encrypted code. She closed her eyes. The secrutiy alarms had gone off in her head. Someone was in the infirmary. They had only paid for doctors on the trip. Doctors and teachers as well as cops and fire fighters. Everyone else came free. The ship had slowed slighty. Someone was just killed. Their was to be no sinning in heaven. Someone had did one of the seven deadly.

    She leaned over and whispered in The Prince’s  ear. “Code red.”

    In a mere second the ship rocked. The metal awoke the rock. Hawk in the room next to the Prince’s jumped out of his bed and looked at Kitty Caprice with a look of anger on his face. “Mamacita!”

    Kitty awoke and instanly transformed into a jaguar. A diamond jaguar. The fur was made of diamond. She strechted and roared loudly. Innocent awoke and turned into sabertooth tiger with diamond fur and so on.

    The war began. The witches were on the Prophets side. So were the vampires. But the clones. The clones. They wanted to kill The Prince and save their original’s on Earth.

    The war went on for hours. Days. Weeks. Then on the end of the month of December there was a knock on The Prince’s door.

The Prince looked at Raven.

“It’s Tails and Hawk,” Raven said as she returned to teaching their kids about quantum physics.

The Prince  (the orginial) open the door with a wave of the hand.

In walked both men with bloodstained on their fur coats. Their gold chains were untarnished though. They had on polo shirts with scarves around their necks and they were both covered with tattoos. The Marks of the Beast. Their Gucci shoes were laced and blood covered the soles.  Red bottoms.

“Gentlemen,” The Prince said nodding to both of them. “How are things.”

“Fine Mr. President. How are you and the First Lady,” Miles asked withh a grin.

“We are doing our best Mr. Vice President. I hope Hawk is keeping you safe. May I intrest you in some sweet bread. Maybe some water?” (they were bringing water to heaven. Everyone Earth was to drink the blood of their victums when the armageddon began).  

“No I am fine Mr. President,” Tails looked at The Prince and nodded to the room behind him. He had something he wanted to say without the children hearing.

“Honey, I will be in the room with these two for a moment in time,” The Prince saluted Raven and she nodded. She sent out an alert through the entire ship that no one was to move. Not even the clones could move when all of the oxygen was margainalized. Everyone had to be still and have breath control. Meditation.

She turned to the children. Her pant suit very crisp it matched her white hair and she turned to her secretary Tyra and smiled. “Hold my calls.”

“No problem First Lady.” Tyra began teaching the rest of the lesson after she turend off her tablet.

In the war room Hawk was talking in almost a whisper hoping the children could not hear the soundwaves but of course they could. Even though Raven told them a one hundred times not use thier powers to ease drop.

“Mr. President. Satan’s clones are everywhere. The witches are having trouble holding them off. They are trying to convince them that since Vincent failed to do his duty they most do theirs and have more men like you.”

“Hasn’t Innocent told them this is not possible. We can only have one diamond. That is it. We cannot bring too much money to have or the gold value will go down,” Raven said looking at both all the men.

“Yes First Lady. They have suggested they cut her and all of them have diamonds. I told them that is ridiculous. The Barbies have been handcrafted and we aren’t modifing our dolls,” Tails said looking at The Prince in they eyes.

“What then? How should we proceed. I’m open for suggestions,” The Prince said crossing his arms.

“That is not the whole thing Mr. President,’ Hawk said. “They are saying if they can’t have Barbies or diamonds then you must die. They want to assassinate you Mr. President.”

The Prince put his hands together and prayed.

Mother what have I done to deserve this? I have been a good man. I have lived a just life. I have never sinned like my father. I have taken every punishment they have given me. I have fufilled my mission but i have failed you. What must I do to survive in this situation please tell me what I should do.

Raven reached out and grasped her husbands hand. “You die.”

The Prince nodded.

“Tell them to come. I will be waiting.”

Raven ran out of the room with Hawk and Tails by her side.

“Code Orange Tyra,”She yelled to Tyra.

Tyra grabbed both the children in her arms and ran to a console beside the bed the family shared. She pushed a bottom and water began to flood the ship. The water was going to begin melting every Satan clone into steam. The clouds would make it hard to see on the ship and The Prince could move incognito.

The doors to them room was sealed and the Prince sat in the war room. He walked to another door in the war room. A closet. He grabbed his gas mask. He knew they would try and attack his lungs. He studied the map of the ship. Heat seeking. They warmest part of the ship was right behind him. They were already in the room. A six hunded and sixty six clones had been there the whole time. Which meant the witches were using the water for other purposes like baptising those that were influenced by the clones he had made the right choice.

As he stood the Satan clones began to become visible. They materialized. Slowly, into a woman. Raven. His wife.

“You’re not my wife,” The Prince said with a smirk.

“How would you know. Am I not here? Can you not see me? I am here for you.”

The Prince thought for a moment. He had just seen Raven leave the room. How could she be back in the room with him. Unless the water was….

He took off the gas mask.

The steam began to enter the room. He inhaled and began coughing. It was a trick. He swung his arms wildly grabbing for his throat. He was choking. He couldn’t breathe his neck ached.

“Yes,” The voice whispered in his head. The voice of Vincent (The Orginial).

The Prince knew the choices. Give up his mind or die.

“You….want..to read my mind Vincent,” The Prince said as he choked spittle coming out of his mouth.

“Make a wish! I am refuse to be your slave,” Vincent’s voice rang in his head.

“Never!”

The Prince gathered all the iron in his body and brought it to his neck. He chopped his head off cleanly.

There was a bright flash as the Raven and The Prince’s children slapped hands together. The Prince’s head vanished and his body became solid Ice.

Raven turned to the children.

“What are you two up to,” She asked wiping tears from her eyes.

“Father….he’s not dead,” Shakur said looking at her mother with a huge smile.

Trunks nodded.

Hawk turned towards the war room door.

“You two….I told you….”

Raven didn’t know wether to hug the two children or tell them she loved them so she did both.

To be  continued……

    Ice Part Two

    Present Day

    The Prince sat at Dodge State Prison in the mess hall for breakfast. He had ate some cinnamon rolls and drank a cup of coffee and had spoken with Charles Hamilton earlier that morning. The streets were in a drought.

    Nicki Minaj had fucked up a  pack and now Ice who was also locked up at the same prison with The Prince was in a position of power. The Prince sat with Ice at the breakfast table alone the entire mess hall watching the two.

    “You snitched on me,” Juwan Allen said to Marcus Dewayne Banks.

    “You had it coming.”

    “Sounds like some gay shit.”

    “That sounds homophobic.”

    Ice glared at The Prince and looked down at the new Jordans he had just gotten sent in from Van.

    “You know Prince it’s days like this where I lose my faith in you.”

    “Actually Ice the cocaine trade in here is my game. I am stopping your flow of it.”

    Ice turned up his head in disgust then walked away from the table.

    The Prince walked off as well to his cell. He punched the wall and broke his hand.

    Van paced her cell….she was waiting on the phone call from Ice. Which would never come.

   

Raven awoke on a  Sunday morning at 8 AM sharp she called The Prince and he picked up the phone in dodge state prison.

“Good morning Tiger,” She said as she sipped her orange juice in her silk house robe with pikachu house slippers. Her head was wrapped in a doobie.

“I love you.”

“How did it go?”

“Well the Devil’s Rejects are pissed but I had no choice. They are jeperodizing the mission. All the money they are bringing in and all Ice wants to talk about is ass and titties. He’s been a good soldier but the  party days are over. Maybe Vincent was right. I was getting soft. I should have killed him. Now we got a whole nation of these...Ice niggers. Dudes running around thinking about lying their whole life until it becomes true. I thought I was helping him. Teaching him to love to suffer. Instead he just loves himself, he just loves the devil….not me.”

Raven put down her coffee and pulled out her G Pen.

“Listen Prince, you have to understand something. You can only do what you are told to do by the higher power. You are an Isrealite. A prophet. We are just tools. Ice raped a young Asian girl Shelby Kilgore and sodomized her mother. He tried to kill her sister Caltiha Kilgore. He then told Van he would kill you in Prison if she didn’t send him those pictures. You had no choice but to snitch on him. He’s trash. A fucking bum.”

“One thing I learned is Vincent may be the devil of this Earth but there is nothing worst than a black devil.” (Prodigy: A research Paper By Marcus Dewayne Banks coming soon).

“Indeed.”

“Babe, I got to put this phone in traffic. The Goodfellas got to eat.”

“Stay sane.”

“You’re my Queen of Sanity.”

    One Wish

    By Serenity Infamy Banks

    My name is Trunks Jonothan Pearman but my pen name is Serenity Infamy Banks. I am my father Marcus Dewayne Banks and Raven Symone Christina Pearman’s only son. I am now six years old. My sister Shakur is….well let’s not talk about that right now.

    My father is locked up right now. I never really got to hang out with him much and neither did….

    It’s hard trying to grow out of your sister’s shadow. I don’t know why I have a tough time talking about her. She is a sweetheart really but I honestly want to have my own life. I don’t want to have to run behind her all the time and tell her how much I miss Dad. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know how I felt about the only real thing in my life gone no homo. I wanted you to understand that as the man of the house right now I have the obligation to tell you the truth about what I know to be true.

    Dad writes me all of the time. He tells me to do good in school. He tells me to not fight people that pick on me. He tells me to not let anyone pick on my sister either but the most important thing he always tells me is to love and respect my mother.

    I remember one time when I was three years old I snuck into my father’s room while he and my mother were playing Rock Band in the living room. Shakur had tried to warn me beforehand.

    “You want your ass whipped?”

    “Dad would never hit me. You never get hit.”

    “I’m not you.”

    I didn’t listen. I went upstairs. I crawled upstairs and I stumbled towards my parents room. I slowly opened the door that was already cracked. Inside it smeeled like hairspary and cologne. I now know it was tresseme’ and prada cologne. My father later asked me what was the first thing I smelled when I went into the room. I wonder why? Anyway, I saw clothes on the floor. A nightgown, a Baltimore Ravens jersey, a fitted hat with the baltimore Raven on it and a bottle of lotion lying next to a pair of gray Jordan’s. I think they were elevens. I’m not sure. I can’t remember everything.

I walked towards the shoes but I looked at the hat first. I reached out and touched the hat. There were long strands of hair in it which was odd because my Dad has no hair. Then as I turned to touch the shoes I heard someone running up the stairs. I heard my mother yell then I heard Shakur laughing loudly.

The door swung open and standing there was my father with his house robe on and a doo rag. He wore his joe boxer sweat pants and his Ice Cream diamond sandals. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Cookies and some apple juice,” He began chanting.

That was the first and only time I got a whipping.

I miss my Dad. I love my mom. I hope he comes home soon. My mom said he may get out early. I hope he does.

Kids at school call  me weird because I read all the time. One time I took a picture my Dad drew me to school. It was of a mutant named Gambit. He’s from Lousiana like my Dad. I love Gambit too. He made a deal with the devil to save the mutants. He became the angel of death and works for Apocalypse. I love comics. I read them all of the time. My mom and dad say:

“Reading and writing is a major key.”

Right before me Dad got locked up he bought a car. He said he had saved up for a long time. The car was a lamborghini. It was yellow. Yellow with red leather seats. He pulled up to our house but we heard him before we saw him.

“What’s that noise mother,” Shakur asked as we watched Sailor Moon in the living room.

“Sounds like someone is beating down the block,” My mother said smiling at me. My mom has the prettiest smile in the whole universe.

We all stood up and walked outside.

I saw this yellow car...well..it looked like a spaceship. I had never seen anything so cool. My mom was watching me the whole time so was Shakur. My knees were wobbling. In our neighborhood no one did things like this. I only saw this is music videoes.

The spaceship was heading towards us and it pulled into the driveway really slowly. It was going like miles per hour. The rims looked stainless steel and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

The music was loud. All I could hear was these words:

“Keys open doors. Keys open doors. Keys open doors.”

The doors I found out are called Lamborghini doors. These are not suicide doors but Lamborghini doors. Suicide doors are doors that are changed on a car. They have a possibility of breaking because they go the wrong way. Not the way a car is supposed close the doors and they may kill you if not opened or closed right. Suicide. Scissor doors are lamborghini doors on high end cars such as BMWs. Butterfly doors are like Back to the future type doors.

One day this white kid at my school name Peter told me suicide doors were the same thing as Lamborghini door. The whole lunch room was watching me and him argue.

“Sorry Trunks but let’s be for real. You don’t know anything about cars. You and your sister ride bikes to school. You want to tell me a kid that comes to school in a may back everday what a Lamorghini looks like. You and your weirdo sister with her dreads….ha! You don’t know nothing about cars your parents never show up at the PTA events and you want to tell me a kid that’s the most popular in school what a suicide door is?”

You may be wondering why I would be having this discussion in front of the whole school in the mess hall for.

My father teaches me a lot about hip hop. He taught me that a rapper named Jay-Z made a song called Takeover. I hate this song. It is about how a man decides to takeover an entire industry instead of being a man a fighting for his. He would rather take than give.

In this song Sean Carter says.

“A wise man once said don’t argue with fools because people from a distance can’t tell who’s who.”

That is a lie. Only a fool would say that so he doesn’t look like a fool. ~ My father Marcus Dewayne Banks said

“Someone opens your door.  How do you know anything about doors on cars,” I asked my peer.

“Bikes don’t have doors either.”

The lunchroom erupted in laughter.

“Now how do you know what a suicide door is?”

I smiled at him. Shakur from across the room glared at me but I couldn’t help it.

“Because my Father is still alive.”

vincents

One Wish Part Two

By Marcus Dewayne Banks

“So what is your wish,” Vincent asked The Prince.

“To be ahead of my time,” The Prince responded.

“Your wish is my command.”

The Prince began to vanish.

“Where are you going?”

“The past.”

    Vincent’s leg exploded.

    The penny was in it.

    Then Bodak Yellow came on.

    The women slowly began moving again. Van ran to the duffle bag as Vincent bled on the floor. Hawk began nodding his head to the beat. Kitty Caprice who was Raven began to change….her skin began to become metallic. The beat began to pulsate. The lights went low. Strobe lights. Vincent moaned.

    “My leg. Where is my leg. I can’t feel my leg.”

    “Bubba, you ain’t got no leg,” Van said as she walked towards him. She kicked him in the stomach as hard she could. Feces began pouring out of his back side.

“Innocent is on her way.”

~Fin

   

   

~Fin

See you next Update Wednesday November 1st.

~Jet Lee Jetson