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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

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Fishsticks FTW!

I snatched this pic from the big homey Little Giant over at 215 Magazine.

By the by, did you catch the DP interview @ 215’s online site?

I know y’all seen the kid quoted in the NYTimes?

True, true… Fuck Yo’ New York Times!

Pray For Me Internets…

Saturday, April 25th, 2009

cl

I’m going to meet up with this dude from Craigslist to buy a used Blackberry.

CL people are fucking weirdos to the fullest.

I’ve been trying to get a used Blackberry phone, but I think on Craigslist the word Blackberry is code for full body massage [ll].

I hope this fucker doesn’t try to kill me and then rape my ass.

Whatever happens though I’ll let you know how shit pans out.

BTW: Does anybody have a used Blackberry 8700 cellphone for sale?

RAP GAYDAR…

Friday, April 24th, 2009

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I apologize for just now learning about the Asher Roth Twitter gaffe from Rutgers University. OMG! Asher Roth is white and privileged?!? Who knew? Who the fuck cares is more like the question? But I’m sure that some of you care. I’m more annoyed that some of you still care that Rick Ro$$ lied on his raplication. None of this rap shit is real. Do you get mad at George Lucas for telling you a story about spaceships? Or do you believe that too?

There is not enough bullets in the world to fill all the make believe guns that rap dudes be shooting. Especially since those bullets are being used to kill Iraqi civilians like it ain’t no thing. The news report said that only 100,000 Iraqis had been killed since the invasion in 2003. That’s a pretty low number if you ask me. The Khmer Rouge killed way more people in way less time and they didn’t even have the depleted uranium and white phosphorus weaponry that we have. Just goes to show you that Asians are way more efficient than Americans.

One of the more popular memes of late in rap music is the ghey rapper storyline. This is expressed in the homo-eroticsim of the imagery and sometimes even the lyrics of rap songs. Some might equate the tight jeans movement with a ghey influence, but I would argue that the semi-naked perform [ll] who is oiled up for pictures is more ghey than someone with snug fitting clothing. Shit, maybe its ALL ghey? And why wouldn’t it be? Think about the people who sign the checks for all of this shit to happen? These are the same dudes that would have their Maybach driver cruise around midtown-Manhattan to pick up a young hustler.

I come from the era when a hustler was a male prostitute. If you were dealing drugs you were a pusher, but if you were selling sexual favors you were a hustler. This is why it always surprised me that rappers my age would call themselves hustlers. I’m like, “For real son, is it really real son?” At night I used to drive up Third Avenue in the forties and fifties and see the young hustlers standing on the corner waiting to get their ride. Them dudes would be clean as fuck too. No facial hair, short ceasar haircuts, sometimes they would have their baby hair waxed. I always wondered what made a dude want to act in this fashion and pull more stunts than that man Action Jackson.

When Chingy’s ex-lover went public this week it was just another incident in a long line of love affairs that rappers have had with chicks with sticks. I wonder what makes transvestites so appealing? I guess its that whole best of both worlds movement that people were making records about. I do admit that RuPaul was sexy to me until I learned he was a man. I guess when you are at the highest echelons of the entertainment industry and everything is faked to death then maybe the realest shit is some dude gripping up on your manhood until you have full release. I’m not mad either that I won’t ever know what that feels like, but I can understand why some folks need that reality.

If there was a fantasy that you could recreate from the rap music imagery that is pervasive through the culture it might be an orgy in one of those painted white seaside villas with the outdoor hot tub for twenty. The bad news for you is that of those six or seven chicks that you and your boys are gonna bang, two of those chicks have dicks. The other bad news is that the remaining girls are lipstick lesbians whose sole intention is to get two fingers inside of your asscrack. The worst news was that you and your homey touched dicks while DP’ing one of those broads and now your homey from forever want to put his tongue in YOUR mouth. This is the reality of your fantasy.

So when some rapper talks about their college experiences you shouldn’t be so dismissive of their credibility.

At least they aren’t out here “hustling”.

iC’s Not Fucking Around…

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

birds n beetles

All the overnight bodega brethren in Newark New Jersey can catch up with me tonight Weds. 4/22/09 at the Newark Museum of Art. The iC’s video collection ‘We Left Our Mother’s Basement’ will be played in its entirety.

I’ll kick it with you after each film or at the end of the run or in the middle. I don’t know but they have a microphone so I will host at some point. It should be a fun evening to catch a late night movie in a museum.

The Newark Museum has been celebrating their centennial anniversary by doing all kinds of cool shit to welcome folks to their facility. Take a look at the remaining schedule and partake of the indoor events if the weather doesn’t cooperate.

So are we clear on what is happening? Wednesday, April 22, 11pm. Newark Museum of Art. 49 Washington Street Newark New Jersey. iNternets Celebrities DVD screening + DP in full effect. FREE for DP.commenters, well truthfully, its free for everyone.

birds n beetles

From The SlaughterHouse To The Frat House…

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

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Rap music needs a FRat Pack…

Supergroups in rap music are like watching comets pass over eclipses. They are rare, but oh so spectacular. This is why posse rap tracks drive us crazy. To listen to a song with three or more artists each reaching for the gold over a dope beat is what I live for as a rap fan. This is why the SlaughterHouse movement has been killing shit.

Joell Ortiz, Crooked I, Joe Budden and Royce da 5-9 have been through some shit in this music industry. The ups and downs is what Joell might call it. This is another reason why I love SlaughterHouse so much. There is a pain and a pressure to the rhyming like they know a clock is ticking over all of them and they want to make sure their voices are heard before their time to broadcast them is diminished.

Imagine if SlaughterHouse could have formed up four or five years ago? Would we be so accepting of them now? Would we let them spin their stories of their frustration within the music industry to put their truths out to the public? Maybe not. SlaughterHouse’s unique appeal is borne of their individual failures and history. They are all good artists who may not “look” like the artist that a label wants to push out front. Instead of waiting on the shelf these dudes took their destinies into the own hands.

Now what if there was a supergroup formed from some of the younger artists that are being pushed forward? Try to imagine this supergroup being cultivated and performing together collectively as the years go by. This could be the biggest shit rap music ever saw. This could be the best shit rap music ever saw. A supergroup of artists with different backgrounds but the one thing in common is that they are all themselves as performers. What I mean is that there are no super-hero-thug-drugpusher postures that have to be expressed by these artists. Just the art. And the struggle to freely express JUST THE ART.

If I had the ears of the tallest Israelis I would tell them to make the Frat Rap Pack that new supergroup. The potential contained in this collective is something that can’t really even be measured right now. These guys could be bigger than Christmas.

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Asher Roth, Drake, Kid Cudi and Bobby Ray (B.o.B.) are the formula. They pool together regional diversity just like SlaughterHouse does. They all have different adn individual rhyming styles as well. I think this collective could be so futuristic in taking rap music to places that haven’t been considered yet. The only problem I see in forming this college rap collective are the logistics that these guys are facing in rehearsing routines together.

Rappers don’t have to be in the studio together any longer with the way our technology to produce music has evolved, but they still need to get together in the same room to rehearse how they would perform a song that way when the shows actually come they won’t be on stage stepping on one another’s toes. In sports they call that shit chemistry. Once the Frat Pack gets their chemistry in order these dudes will be unstoppable.

Asher Roth already gets all the ladies to come through in high heels. Can you think what it would be like to have all of these dreamboat heartthrobs [ll] on the same stage. College co-ed panties will be flying through the air like frisbees. Even fat dudes like myself will be getting action. This is why I love college.