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Gone ‘Til November…

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

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While most Americans were celebrating the commencement of another generation of college graduates or maybe they were humbly mourning the loss of loved ones who were in the armed services, there was a section of the population centered in Atlanta reliving the good ‘ol bad days of Freaknic in honor of the ‘going away’ of the king of the south.

For many Blacks, going away to the penitentiary is the equivalent of staying in the dorms of the university. So much that I suggested a few years ago that Blacks should swap the usage of the words to increase their self esteem. Instead of young KeyVaun going to jail his mom should say that he is “on campus at the state college”. We all know that nigga is in jail, but shit just sounds better.

Atlanta partied so hard for T.I. this weekend you might think he was given a farewell speech at the Ebenezer Baptist Church. He might as well have since he is now some kind of martyr. I bet if you asked a ten year old which King he liked more, Martin Luther or T.I. you already know the answer. I don’t blame T.I. for this. I blame myself and all the people that could have said they want more from the people they uphold as heroes.

I think about all the shit that Martin Luther King Jr. got himself into where he should have definitely had a gun under his jacket just to feel 100. MLK Jr. was hardbody supreme. Nobody has the platform that he had and speaks the truth to power the way that he did. Malcolm X was always a pariah, so even when he experienced white muslims and had to renounce Elijah Muhammad, there were no white Americans who would touch his ass with a ten foot stick. MLK Jr. was the dude that white let come into their house.

Until MLK Jr. started to rail against the military industrial complex he was safe. The government used MLK Jr. to keep the negroes in check after they merc’ked Malcolm X. MLK Jr. kept the negroes peaceful and passive after JFK and RFK’s murders. Right after that heroin started to find its way into the ghetto in a major way. I wonder if the Vietnam War was a power play for the control of opium trading? Anyhoo, my point is that after heroin filled up the center city streets J. Edgar Hoover’s bosses no longer had a need for MLK Jr. to keep the disenfranchised masses in check.

I’m not putting this drop on the X spot to disparage T.I. That ‘Superstar’ (remix) was one of my 2007 faves. For all I know T.I. might be the coolest, funniest dude of all time. But when you call yourself the modern day Malcom X Martin Luther just because it rhymes, and not because you give that 101% of yourself, you actually destroy the memory of those heroes to people that haven’t had a chance to experience them OGs.

The same way every two-bit despot is called the modern day Hitler by a politician. Hitler was bad as fuck and killed a grip of people. Don’t negate his destruction by comparing him to another less qualified sociopath. And don’t negate Malcolm X and MLK Jr’s hardbody status by comparing yourself to dudes you will never be like. I feel for this guy T.I. and the whole (tech) nine but its not like he came into this rap shit lyrically similar to Paris or Chuck D.

T.I. came up telling us that you could convert your drug money into entertainment success. He has no ‘Letter from a Birmingham Jail‘ in his catalog. He hasn’t created anything as thought provoking as the ‘Ballot or the Bullet‘. He’s a cRapper. Let’s not lose our perspective party people.

music provided by Nah’Right

In Memoriam Of My Money…

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

check cashing

**Always a shout out to the soldiers getting their shit blowed the fuck up in the mountains or the desert in order that I can type my shit on these here internets…

I went to the ‘hood financial services institution to liquidate my earnings from my XXL column. The rate at check cashing locations has gone up from 1.7% to 1.83%, that is a 6% increase and perfectly honest within capitalism’s morays. I feel every penny though. I was still able to pay some bills with the remainder of the check and blow the rest the only way I know how.

Lord & Taylor is having a banana-head sale on Polo Ralph Lauren. I.T.’s that were $125 are now $40. I caught a nice knit shirt for summer splash-off status.

Red Lobster is hell’a expensive for being just some regular ass seafood spot. The cheddar biscuits were good. C.S. ended up not sharing the leftovers with the kid.

Marshall’s was selling Nike Dunks for $35 so you should already know how that went down.

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C.S. took me to a Mexican tapas spot in Red Hook. We squeezed off another C-note thanks mostly to the pitcher of sangria that we ordered.

Later that evening I found myself in a bar in Williamsburg with the DeCon crew and DAN from OKP. The bartender was sexy enough to buy me back on a round of Ketel-1 and tonic.

From there we rushed the door of the Bobbito and Rich Medina party ‘Happy Feet’.

With my last ten bucks I went to White Castle.

Sadly for me, it’ll take another month before I can do this shit all over again.

I just wish I could be the same way with money the day AFTER cashing my check as I was the day BEFORE it arrived.

Visit. Sunny. Philadelphia…

Saturday, May 16th, 2009

roots picnic

215 Magazine reps their hometown all day, everyday. They are doing it big for the upcoming Roots Picnic @ Penn’s Landing by giving away several get-away packages to folks that put their names on their mailing list. Itsoweezee.

215 Magazine is about the culture that emanates from one of America’s oldest and greatest cities. The art, the music, the nightlife, the cuisine, and most importantly the people that come from there and spread their influence all around the globe. Occasionally the mag even features folks who aren’t from Philly but have madd love for the city of brotherly love. People like me.

love park

My advice to you is to get in the cipher with 215 Mag and possibly win your weekend get-away tix.

I will mos def be in Philly that weekend also so maybe you won’t mind spending some QT with your homie DP.

Peace.

What The Ffragdhrh Is Hip-Hop?!?

Monday, May 11th, 2009

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I thought a lot this weekend about what it really meant for me to be listed in Vibe magazine’s article on the top 50 Hip-Hop weblogs. I am grateful for the honor even though I bristle at the notion of being a “Hip-Hop” weblog. For the overwhelming majority of people out here “Hip-Hop” means rap music, and rap music only.

I wonder what it should mean sometimes. For better or for worse Hip-Hop was an outgrowth of American society’s response to the poor after the wave of civil rights achievements, post-Vietnam protests and the constriction of the U.S. economy. The poor were still second class citizens left to fend for themselves with whatever they could find in the smoldering vacant lots. Bits and pieces were cobbled together in order for the poor to validate that they too were part of the American fabric. A megaphone made out of a curled up newspaper was used to tell the whole world that they existed.

The world heard them. The world took their voice and their graphic art and their fashion style and everything that made the poor so damn cool and so fucking irrepressible and put it all inside a package that could be put on a shelf and sold. The poor people then in the Bronx and Brooklyn are still the poor people now. What I mean to say is that in thirty years of the artistic movement called Hip-Hop being disseminated across the globe we have done little to nothing to stem the reason for it’s creation. In fact, we have prA’li exacerbated the need for it’s rebirth.

Vibe magazine gave me a soundbite platform and I did with it what I thought was I could. As I checked my stats and back end data I see that there were no big changes in the IP trends that usually come here to DP.com on the regulack.

For the fourth year in a row Nah’Right has been in the top 3 referral spot. Shouts to Eskay, n8 and Dre for keeping the lights on here at DP and at so many other sites as well I’m sure. Concrete Loop comes in second. CL, Nah’Raight and Crunktastical were basically the leading referrers to this site for the life of this blog. Big shouts to Angel.La and Fresh for having my back all these years. Bossip is in the third spot and I wonder why I haven’t made any contact with them. They are consistently sending traffic here since they launched their site. The fourth spot on my referral list ahead of Vibe’s traffic was from 2DopeBoyz. 2DBZ def holds me down with the videos I post on YouTube and Meka hooks me up on .mp3s I may have missed during the week. The final spot in my own top 5 referral list is The Shoe Game. TSG runs all the Sneaker Fiends Unite! videos that we pass them and is directly responsible for putting my sneaker beef with Lil’ Bow Weezle on the minds of many kicks collectors.

If you want five websites that document what the masses consider to be Hip-Hop then you won’t miss a beat with the five(6) I just mentioned and they all sent traffic to DP.com greater than the bump I caught from the one-time posting of the Vibe.com article. I’m not trying to throw Vibe under the bus either. They definitely do their thing to their audience. I definitely do my thing to mine. If our paths cross in the future I won’t feel any kind of way, but for my internets money I am running with the people that I came to the party with. Even though that sexy chick is flirting with me word on the streets is that she is giving brothers the clap.

They weren’t one of my top referrers this month but I need to shout Passion Of The Weiss for sending their traffic my way. Between Jeff, Sacha, Dan Love and Zilla POTW is building an all-star squad of dudes ready to take OhWord’s spot in the sentimental mind’s of rap purists and nerdists. Someone call up Soderberg. These dudes could be as good as the 1980’s Boston Celtics. And even whiter.

Snitching Done Been The New Rap…

Friday, May 8th, 2009

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^ Butching up for the 2009 Handsome Boy Modeling School calendar [ll]…

Excuse me for getting back to the column so late. It wasn’t like I was doing a victory lap for being in the Vibe.com top 50 Hip-Hop Bloggers list. I know better than to be hyped for that shit. I still need some money to pay my light bill. My fat ass was camped out overnight at KFC with a fistful of coupons trying to come up on some free chicken. What on God’s green Earth is better than free KFC? Free pr0n you said? Hells chea!

Avoid ‘Pr0n & Chicken’ though

So what did I miss other than the leak of Eminem’s latest album? For all that consternation about white dudes taking over Hip-Hop I am hyped for Em’s return. He’s one of the dudes that you have to press rewind to grasp, and even then you hear some new shit on repeated spins. This is good news for the rap game. Not so good news for the rap game is the fact that the Grand Hustle record label has more confidential informants than they do platinum selling rappers.

Have we all come to grips with the fact that T.I. sang like T-Pain on autotune when the Feds put the squeeze on son? Let’s be grown-ups in our understanding of how the Feds play their game. Plus, I don’t know anyone who ever got pinched for arms trafficking that got sit in his livingroom while the trial was ongoing and make video clips and records while in his boxer shorts [ll]. That is a luxury reserved for embezzlers and money launderers like Bernard Madoff, and well, snitches.

Rap music adopted so many of the cultural nuances of the mafia lifestyle why wouldn’t rap then be filled with a grip of snitches just like the mafia? Anytime you read the news about a racketeering case the Federal government’s lead witness is one of the thugs, or one of the mobsters, or one of the bosses. Sometimes its an accountant too. Everyone becomes a singer when the Feds push up on you. And why not? Even Fed time is a bitch being away from your family. Unless you have a family like Gotti. Not Irv, the studio gangster using the stage name Gotti, but the REAL niggas that made the name infamously famous.

As far as mafia trends go snitching is pretty high on the list. Kissing other men on the mouth with your eyes closed? Not so much. But certain mafia tribes have certain customs I’m sure. Throughout the history of organized crime we have always seen the rat.

union rat

Most kids always confuse the rats with the dead meat. In Black communities the ‘dead meat’ was the person who had no affiliation with the mafia biut reported their dealing to the police as if that would help restore civility in the neighborhood. After the police ‘ratted’ this person out to the mobsters it usually meant a visit from the thugs and funeral music shortly following. The snitch has to be someone who profits from the illicit activity they are reporting. Most people don’t know the difference between a snitch and a dead person so I just wanted to plug that in as a public service announcement.

T.I. should have kept Alfamega along for the ride. It’s not like Alfamega snitched on him. That was some OTHER dude in the Grand Hustle band camp. Plus, how sick official is it to have a studio filled with rappers wearing wireless microphones, rapping on wireless microphones using Wi-Fi service to download season 5 of ‘The Wire’? Some shit like that could have broken the time-space continuum and unleashed a Bizarro reality onto the Earth. You know, the reality where people actually do what they say. Fantasy is reality in rap music, and snitching done been the new rap ever since a rapper talked about how many drugs they had sold.

Why is T.I. trying to ruin the fantasy with reality?

Parliament featuring GLEN GOINS – ‘Fantasy Is Reality’