But for you to give this man a hard time for delivering a message of self-reliance and the importance of education is to be as anti-futuristic and dare I say anti-American. President OBAAMA is playing political chess and what we are looking at the capture of the bishop.
Mom Dukes called me on the jack to leave me a voicemail…
“This is your mother. I was watching a video of you on the internet. You curse too much.”
Mind you that she is the one that taught me to curse. So I call her back and our conversation goes something like this.
“Mom what is going on?” “You curse too much on the internet.”
“The INTERNETS ma.” “Yeah whatever”
“I have to curse alot mom or the people I’m talking to won’t hear me.” “They can hear you easily you have a big mouth.”
“I mean they won’t hear my message” “What message? That cursing is okay? Jesus wouldn’t appreciate that.”
“I bet Jesus was cursing when they were nailing his hands.” “All that cursing embarrassed me. You are embarrassing to me.”
“Leave a comment on the video then.” “I couldn’t even watch it.”
Thank you mom, talk to you later.”
Why did Jesus even give old people the internets?
So they could harass their children?
I’m going to go for one week without cursing on this website. That is all I can promise. If it feels good to me then I may extend my ban on profanity. Don’t get it twisted tho’. I will still fux with naps.
I go offline this weekend to catch up with my personal life and reconnect with my personal wife. I haven’t seen Chocolate Snowflake for more than eight hours in the last four weeks. I’m addicted to many things and the web is one of them. Hopefully my cold turkey approach will help me return to you folks post-Labor day with some fantastic new content.
While I attempt to put the chi back in my Chea I would respectfully ask you to visit some of the websites I have linked underneath the drop. These folks are smart, funny and dedicated messengers empowered with the interconnected networks. They all have faith and believe in the word. The word came first. Always. See y’all on the other side. Peace.
Who among us doesn’t know that these are bees? Forget the fact that I have assembled them for the photo, are you telling me that the American education system is no longer providing student the tools to recognize one of the hardworking animals within this planet’s ecosystem? Unless that is LatinoHeat was educated abroad and then I can understand shit. People with foreign education generally consider the Americas to be one continent and they totally disregard Antartica.
And speaking of education I imagine that all the Jigga fans watched their boy on the Bill Maher show last weekend? Jay-Z came off as bright and a bit effusive while noticing that Bill Maher obviously didn’t know a damn thing about him or his work. I like that Bill Maher had an intern transcribe all of Jay-Z’s lyrics and place them in a leather bound book. Jay-Z looked totally surprised that he had created that many lyrics. I think Jay-Z judges the volume of his efforts by the things he acquires with them. There simply a collection of songs that has allowed him to buy a Maybach or ten.
I remember when I was the only dude on the web that criticized Jay-Z for not writing down his lyrics. Tons f Jay fans rushed to defend his creative process as one where the editing benefits of the paper and pen were negligible against the outcome of songs that made them dance and go to the mall to buy shirts that were “button ups”. It was the end result that made all the difference and not the journey it took to get there that mattered. Who was I, a broke ass writer, to condemn someone who was wealthy beyond all imagination for not writing. If anything, being a rich non-writer does seem to be better than being a fiscally challenged writer. Sheeeeeeid, I can even agree with that logic.
My argument wasn’t really about Jay-Z not being a writer as much as it was about the process that one takes to achieve their maximun potential. There is no way that Shawn Carter could have ever become Jay-Z without accumulating volumes of rhymebooks. For him to deny that is the heresy. And now we have a generation of artists that have come after him that don’t recognize the benefits of being able to visually and physically edit themselves so that their content can match their mind’s eye. I’m sure Lil’ Wayne would be a decent rapper if he used a pad and pen. For crissakes, the dude was signed to Ca$h Money when he was 9yrs old.
When I was 9yrs old I was hell’a into comicbooks. I was always hoping to find a character that I felt like I could embody. Black characters in comics used to suck back in the days. Everyone had to be called ‘Black’ something, even if there wasn’t a white counterpart. I always wondered what would have happened if Misty Knight decided to become an international spy like Natasha Romanova. Would they have called her Black Black Widow? I ask the questions that no one else asks mainly because no one else really gives a fux. Shout to iFux. But I digress…
Jay-Z is officially Jordan in the Wizard’s jersey. The Hall of Fame nomination was secured a long time ago. During the Dynasty period in my opinion. It has been past the time for the torch to be properly passed to the next one. At least Jordan in the Wizards era knew this and was busy seeking to draft and cultivate young talent to help his team win. He wasn’t hogging the ball or taking too many ill-advised shots. Jordan was definitely a mortal without his homey Scottie Pippen to take some of the pressure from him. Blueprint 3 won’t be the last Jay-Z album but I hope its the last one that he decides to record without the assistance of the pad and the pen, or even the Blaxberry.
The above embedded track is titled ‘Forever’ and it is becoming the 2009 ‘Swagga Like Us’.
‘Forever’ features Drake, KanYe West, Lil’ Wayne and Eminem.
From a rapping standpoint Eminem came in the hardest. KanYe West also delivered a supreme verse, but Eminem was the king on this track. After KanYe West we have Drake and then Wayne’s verses to round out the fantastic four. Actually, Drake and Wayne’s verses weren’t all that spectacular. Drake’s lines are serviceable, Wayne is totally overshadowed by KanYe and Eminem. Wayne doesn’t even belong on this record.
The Lil’ Wang fans will immediately accuse me of hating on their favorite rapper, but the truth is that I listened to this song more than fifty times while I set up all the drops for my site today. To prove my point that Wayne’s verses are subpar I will go to the numbers that don’t ever lie. I believe the polysyllabic word count not only illustrates which artist’s have better lines but better technique and mic skills.
EMINEM
Word Count: 222
Polysyllabic: 12
There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macademia, and they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos, he’s wonderin’ if he should spit this slow
Fuck no, don’t provoke, his cup just runneth over, oh, no
He ain’t had it with bars like this since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin’ patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know rap’ll never be the same as before
Bashin’ in the brains of these hos, and establishin’ a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited, you can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talkin’ about when we riot
You dealin’ with a few true villians who stand inside of the booth true spillin’
And spit true feelings until them tooth fillings come flyin’ up out of our mouths, then rewind it
Payback, motherfucker, for the way you got at me, how’s it taste?
I’ma slap the taste out of your mouths with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I’m Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you’re thinkin’ of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this, play some Drake
KanYE WEST
Word Count: 185
Polysyllabic: 8
I used to have hood dreams: Big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
And went hard all fall like the ball teams
Just so I could make it rain all spring
Y’all seen my story, my glory
I had raped the game young, you could call it statutory
When a nigga blow up, they gon’ build statues for me
Old money, Benjamin Button, what, nothin’
Nah, superbad chicks givin’ me McLovin’
You would think I ran the world like Michelle’s husband
You would think these niggas know me when they really doesn’t
Like they was down with the old me, no, you fuckin’ wasn’t
“Uh, you such a fuckin’ loser
You ain’t even go to class, Bueller”
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
‘Member she had that bad hip like a fanny pack?
Chasing the stardom’ll turn you to a maniac
All the way in Hollywood and I can’t even act
They pull they cameras out, and God damn, they snap
I used to want this thing forever, you can have it back
DRAKE
Word Count: 144
Polysyllabic: 3
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain’t nothin’ to play with
Started off local, but thanks to all the haters
I know G4 pilots on a first-name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
Swimming in the money, come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who’da thought a country-wide tour be the outcome
Labels want my name beside an X like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, nigga, I’m about my business
Killin’ all these rappers, you would swear I had a hitlist
Everyone who doubted me is askin’ for forgiveness
If you ain’t been a part of it, at least you got to witness
Bitches
LIL’ WAYNE
Word Count: 160
Polysyllabic: 3
Okay, hello, it’s the Martian, Space Jam Jordans
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess I’m just New Orleans
And I will never stop, like I’m runnin’ from the cops
Hopped up in my car and told my chauffer “To the top”
Life is such a fuckin’ roller coaster, then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you don’t want to hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that’s what they got to say or mention
I’m like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I’m resting in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover
Shhh, my foot’s sleepin’ on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last
You can even see through the text formatting that Eminem is going in with his bars. He spits a polysyllabic word per every 18.5 words in his verse, while Drake has a polysyllabic word for every 47 words he issues and Wang comes through with an abysmal tally of 53.3 words for every one that he utters with more than three syllables. KanYe West was right on Eminem’s heels with a count of 23.125 within his bars and that figure slightly more than doubles Drake’s output.
There are two things that I would like to clarify here. Rap music is firstly and foremost about the skill and dexterity the orator has with language. Some of us might use the term wordplay but it extends far deeper[ll] than simply playing with words. Does the orator have a mastery of words? Or is the speaker restricted by his or her own limited vocabulary? Complex compound words are the zenith of the English language. If you think grunts and chirps are so evocative why aren’t you in an aviary(see what I just did) listening to birds tweet since you are obviously a birdbrain?
Finally, if you take away anything from this drop it should be the knowledge that some rappers make simple rhymes for simple minds.