But Now They Blast Right?

Moral nihilism is evil. Just ask Biggie.

Moral nihilism is evil. This isn’t some intellectual exercise. Biggie paints a beautiful, terrible picture as why this is so.

Notorious B.I.G. Things Done Changed Lyrics

Verse One:
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pages, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain’t havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin dice all day
Waitin for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain’t back in the days, but you don’t hear me though

Verse Two:
No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I’m down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that’s what the fuck happens
When you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain’t a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can’t maintain
Damn, shit done changed

Verse Three:
If I wasn’t in the rap game
I’d probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you’re slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it’s hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit’s gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky Grand Pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don’t ask me why I’m motherfuckin stressed, things done changed

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/notorious+big/things+done+changed_20101886.html ]

That’s My Mens an’ ’em

VIDEO: 6abc Loves the Arts – Rah Crawford | Video | 6abc.com:

(Via ABC 6 News.)

YouTube – True Hip-Hop Stories: The Homeless Emcee

YouTube – True Hip-Hop Stories: The Homeless Emcee:

(Via YouTube.)


Take a Chill Pill

YouTube – Barack Obama’s CHILL Pills!!! (First 100 Days):

(Via YouTube.)

Hilarious as always.

What The Geese Are All Roaring About – Ta-Nehisi Coates

What The Geese Are All Roaring About – Ta-Nehisi Coates:

“It’s true hip-hop has a problem respecting women, but this is a symptom of deeper truth–the music doesn’t respect men. It doesn’t respect that essentially male moment, when standing at the bus stop, when sitting in English class, when in that sales meeting, a dime-piece floats past, and cognition stops. It doesn’t respect the exhilarating terror of being attracted to a woman. To cop to that violates the pimp ethos. One can’t be out of control, and be the player president.”

(Via Ta-Nehisi Coates.)

This is real.

Even if I Stutter, I Will Still Come Off

King Asiatic Nobody’s Equal.

B.E.T. Honors

For much of the network’s life, I have not been a big fan of it’s social impact. Far too many booties shakin’, gangstas, and not enough positive images or ideas. But as of late, I’ve seen some pretty good programming. The kind of stuff the community has been clamoring for years despite Bob Johnson. This program is a great example of what I hope to be a mainstay of the network. If it doesn’t, we can always watch more of the Boondocks!

Real Hip Hop

“Age don’t count in the booth when ya flow stay submerged in the fountain of youth.” –Rakim Allah

What is Hip-Hop

I was asked recently what I thought was the state of hip-hop today. I felt inspired:

Hip-hop is an art form that in classic African style, unites the word and the drum. It lives on in the hearts and minds of the true heads. You, me, that white girl with the nipple rings that knows every word spit by Talib Kweli, that Korean cat in Seoul who memorized every one of Rakim’s joints. It is alive and well and forms the nucleus of an entire urban culture to which you and I take part. Rhymes, skills, things of that nature…
Now that segment of the music industry (as opposed to art) often misnamed “hip-hop” and confused with the art form is a pimp game with large corporations as the pimps, “artists” as the whores (“This is Why I’m Hot”), and the music buying public as the johns. It too is alive and well and with some hubris purports to BE the former. Don’t get it twisted…
Make your next move, your best move. 😉

Jay-Z Greatest MC of All Time?

MTV News – Jay, Nas, LL, More On Being The ‘Greatest MCs Of All Time’:

I can buy Jay-Z being #1 hustler in the industry. I can buy him being the most successful artist. But #1 MC of all time?!?!? Oh hell naw! Rakim, Kane or Biggie could eat him alive lyrically. Sinead O’Connor was right. It’s about the loot.

Rakim was on point as usual:

“It’s a blessing, man. Especially the road I took. I’m a conscious rapper. I try to stay away from a lot of things: Not wanting to cross over and go pop. Try to stay true to my roots and for them to bless me with that title. It makes it all worth the battle. It’s like the first time you sit down with the notebook, you want to be with the greats. I came up under Grandmaster Caz, Melle Mel, Kool Moe Dee. I used to think, ‘If Melle Mel heard this, or if Caz heard this, what would he think?’ ”