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Real Nigga Rules With Sean Price…

Saturday, September 10th, 2011

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There’s rules to this shit…

You can never say that Sean P isn’t mindful of the old adage ‘Each One, Teach One’. Sometimes he has to teach people by smacking fire from they mouf. Other times he can teach people just by telling them the way to walk right.

Sean P was hoping that by posting these Real Nigga Rules from time to time some of y’all dumb motherfuckers might could gain some understanding and wisdom. Hope springs eternal I suppose. You. Must. Learn…

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You might would be surprised how many people get their lights punched out by not knowing this rule. If you tell someone in the ‘hood to suck your dick you better know how to fight real good. You’ve just ordered them to fellatio. Now why would you do that? Why would you want another man’s mouf on your privates, unless, that’s what you want?

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A dude’s baby moms is a prickly pear. She might be in the process of taking this nigga to family court or some other legal type shit over child support. You don’t wanna be over your man’s house smoking blunts, drinking malt liquors when he finds out you been scraping his BM.

rnrule 4

Real Nigga Rule 4 is connected to RNRule 2 in that children are the treasure of real niggas everywhere. Real Niggas is fathers to they children even if they don’t FUXXX with the baby’s moms. The dudes who remain connected to their children can hope for their kids to also grow up to be real niggas themselves as opposed to these squirrely, snitch ass, sucka ass faggots who unfortunately populate the ‘hood.

More Real Nigga Rules if you follow Sean Price on TWitter.

#FUCKDALLASPENN

Saturday, September 10th, 2011

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Sean Price was right last week when he told me I was selfish. He and I had spoken only a week earlier about the the new Nike SC Trainers about to drop and we both agreed how dope they were.

Then Sean P saw my EFF Dr.JAY’s video with those same sneakers and blasted me for not telling him they were out. The subsequent ‘FUCK DALLAS PENN’ meme would shut down my TWitter timeline for several days.

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I was prA’li foul for not reminding P that the trainers dropped, altho’ in my defense I actually forgot he and I had talked about them.

But you do know that P couldn’t have skilled the fitted as well as I did?

Yeah, yeah I know… #FUCKDALLASPENN!

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Video: The Magic Number…

Saturday, September 10th, 2011

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Great to watch this joint again with Joell Ortiz, Mike and Dennis.

Real Hip-Hop…

102 – The Magic Number from ARTE New York Minute on Vimeo.

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Thursday, September 8th, 2011

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Looking at my Gucci it’s about that time,
for MC Schooly Dee to start humming a rhyme.
I heard you was out there biting my lines,
and if I catch you boy your ass is mine.

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gucci nike
gucci nike

NIKE FC Limited Edition World Cup x Gucci tennis knit with matching headband/wristbands

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gucci nike

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The Addict’s archives go as far back as 1985. Please believe it.

#ROXTHEBELLZ

Tuesday, September 6th, 2011

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Rock The Bells is an ironman rap music marathon. There’s no way I can go from 12noon to midnite listening to rap music and walking what might amount to be 26.2 miles without having a bump of cocaine. Seeing just how that worked out for many in the crowd of thousands is what keeps me sneedles-free.

Think of Rock The Bells as this grab-ass buffet of multi-genred rap music, old to young, hard to soft, dumb-smart to downright ig’nant. All taking place within the confines of several football fields. It’s mind numbing when you look at the performance schedule and imagine how you will negotiate the time to see every act on every stage.

What’s also mind-numbing is standing within twenty yards of any of the headliner stages. The sound was deafening to the point where you could tell you weren’t losing just hearing but years of your life. You do it anyhoo tho’, because the music being played is the soundtrack to your life

You hear anthems which described the city around you to a tee. How it was all so simple back then. You could walk down the street with an el and a 40oz. in your hand and it wasn’t nothing. How you could slap a pulley into an ignition collar and then use a screwdriver as a car key. You hear the songs that remind you of when the world was yours.

Rock The Bells isn’t all about reminiscing tho’. If you wake up early enough you might could see some of the up and coming and should’a been-could’a been talent who’s still crazy enough to hold onto the microphone. Rock The Bells isn’t really for testing out talent tho’. I told you before its a marathon and the performers are all people who have been running the game for at least a decade.

The Paid Dues stage was reduced to a platform called ‘Grind Time’ [ll]. There were three(3) serious soundstages set up in the venue. The main stage featured NaS, Lauryn Hill and Erykah Badu. The intermediary stage hosted Raekwon and Ghost, Childish Gambino, Mobb Deep and BlackMoon BCC. The tertiary stage had SlaughterHouse and Souls Of Mischief.

There were other acts like Blackstar, Random Axe, Common and Big KRIT but I missed those due to my arrival on the island at 5pm. Like I said earlier, only cocaine could keep you on your feet for the entire afternoon/evening of performances. There is simply too much of a good thing at the Rock The Bells festival.

With all that said, there isn’t a thing I would change about the Rock The Bells festival. The energy of the entertainers was in the right place despite NaS forgetting lyrics, Ghostface calling for a soundcheck mid-performance, or Lauryn Hill doing her magnum opus at 45rpm. Big Noyd in the Hennessy (H.N.I.C.) jersey was the perfect throwback attire to a day of throwback rap.

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