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Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself, My Name Is…

Tuesday, November 16th, 2010

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Editor’s note: GrandMaster

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I’ve been sighted on these pages before mainly via the Sneaker Fiends Unite! NYC tours and subsequent kicks write-ups… You all know my Nike game is proper, so don’t even front on the heir apparent to air.

What some of you don’t know though is that I moved to Beijing, China this summer just to take the movement to an international level. I know china has a reputation for fake Jordans and knockoff Gucci bags, but in the end isn’t getting it however you live it so Hip-Hop? Please believe that Beijing doesn’t play when it comes to rocking the official tissue either.

So I’ve been moving and building during the last couple months, hitting the studio to drop mixtape trax and to start developing an album, plus linking with heads all over Beijing. The beautiful thing about Hip-Hop here is that it is still a subversive movement. Too young to be pop, too street to be censored, and too foreign to be mainstream.

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What this translates to is passion for the culture. I’m talking about top emcees who still get up with pieces all around the city, hiphop parties with the top emcees rapping over the top DJ’s spinning while the city’s best bboys get down. It’s a beautiful thing.

Internets, walk with me. As your DP.com foreign correspondent I will be staying in the streets with my pen and pad, camera and notebook. As I live, record, perform, and travel daily throughout Beijing, let me put y’all on to what is, for 1.3 billion people, the local Hip-Hop scene.

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The Social Network >>> Scarface…

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

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Editor’s note: Here’s a guest drop from rapper ternt writer and internets celebrity JIMMY VALENTIME.

The Social Network Is the Greatest Hood Movie of All time… All Time

The Social Network is the best hood film since Menace to Society, I know people are going to laugh at that, as it stars a guy from NSYNC and a guy I thought was in Super Bad for the first 20 minutes of the film. But like all great street movies, The Social Network is not about the baby face predators or the product they were selling. Instead the film is about the relentless pursuit of the American “dream” and the blood lust required to be a good capitalist.

This movie is a digital era New Jack City or Scarface, Cocaine included. While Cocaine is not Mark Zuckerberg hustle, Mark still comes through with a highly addictive product and then betrays all his friends and everybody else who tries to do business with him. But unlike Tony Montana or any real life street legend, mark is not sitting in jail or dead. Mark is now Twenty-six years old and sitting on Six Billion dollars.

If you plan on watching the film, which I would highly recommend. Do not read this description, as basically I do a breakdown of the plot. Taking the plot and with just a few words changes you should able to see the obvious Mafia / street film influence. I am a terribly sarcastic person, but I am dead serious about this comparison. When I saw this movie it clicked to me right way and I want to show you my point.

Now when I write online, I am very mindful of trying to speak in an intelligent manner and I keep the slang to a minimum. This description is closer to how; I actually talk when I am with my friends. So if you are offended with the language, go cry to Dallas about it. Network and Facebook will be referred to as work from here on out.

The Social Network AKA The Work

We meet Mark as he wants to get down with the hottest crew in town “The Finishing Club.” His girl is sick of his obsession with the big money dudes and breaks up with him.

When Mark gets home, he starts creating a new kind or work. Meanwhile, we get to see brief moments of the crew, mark wants to run with. The Finishing Club is about to have a party and has a bus full of girls coming through. Later we get to see the girls strip and make out with each other. The scene is an arty version of Tip Drill, so you do not see much. But you get an idea of why Mark wants to be down.

Some guys in “The Finishing Club” hear about Marks work and want to recruit him. They do not want him down with the click; they only want to hire him as a worker to improve the work they already started on.

Mark asks them “How is your work different from everybody else’s ?” They answer him by saying they want him to flip the work in a new way, by only allowing Harvard students to have access to it.

Mark then meets up with his boy Eduardo at a party. He asks Eduardo to let him hold a thousand dollars to get the products he needs for his work. Mark says they will go to business and split the profit 70 / 30. Mark going to create the work and Eduardo is going to handle the business. Eduardo got some news of his own as he’s been recruited to be down with The Finishing Club.

Mark takes The Finishing Club work and his own work and combines the two. While Mark is focusing on creating his work, he strings the guys in The Finishing Club along about needing more time. Then a few weeks later, he tells them he can’t be their worker. Mark then turns around and drops his work on the school.

Mark and Eduardo are on the come up as their work takes over the school and everybody starts using it. Some chicks even fuck Mark and Eduardo in a public bathroom, Eduardo marvels at them getting groupies over they work. Mark then runs in to his ex girl, and starts to brag about how his work is running the school. But she doesn’t give a shit and tells him to fuck off. Disrespected, he decides that being the man in his school just ain’t big enough anymore. He is going to start expanding the work to other schools. Mark is just thinking about taking over the east coast. Eduardo says they should expand to California, because that’s where the real money is at.

Enter Sean Parker; the man is like a real life Rick Ross, fucking Victoria Secret models and coked out of his mind. He is essentially the guy who was hot in the game, but got knocked and is looking for a new hustle. Sean Parker gets hip to Marks work from a user out in Cali.

Eduardo wants to take their work to New York because he wants to get hooked up with bigger connects. Mark is not crazy about the idea and feels other people are going to fuck up the work. Eduardo sets up a meeting with Sean Parker, which Mark is hype to meet because he was a legend in the game. Sean Parker comes through and tells Mark they are going to take over the game and be running things. This makes Eduardo the odd man out and Sean is able to get in Eduardo head and down play his plans on making money off the work. Parker has started to create a conflict between the two man crew.

They get back to School, but the year is ending soon. Eduardo still wants to meet with other people in New York and Mark is hyped about going to California. Eduardo gives Mark another 18,000 dollars to hustle the work out in California. Mark recruits more people to expand their work. One of my favorite parts of the movie is to get in the crew; you have to show you can create the work drunk and compete against others workers, to get in.

Sean Parker meets up with Mark and tells him the story of other hustlers like themselves, who had gotten played by the game. This time it was going to be different since Sean had already been through it and had figured out a way to beat the system.

Sean Parker moves in to the house that Mark is creating his work from. Sean even has two broads getting high and playing x-box around, just for the fuck of it. Eduardo stops by the house and tries to figure out what’s going on. Sean Parker is now acting as the business end of the crew. Mark tells Eduardo he better get down with the new crew or get left behind. Eduardo feeling disrespected and freezes up the bank accounts the crews been using for the work.

Mark takes this as the ultimate sign of disrespect because besides Eduardo fucking up the money. Mark feels if the users can’t get the work, they are just going to bounce and find somewhere else. The thing is Eduardo has fucked up, because Sean Parker has got Mark in with some real money. They just signed a deal for a half million dollars to expand in to a real office.

Mark gets on his Godfather Two shit and gets Eduardo and Sean eliminated from the crew. Eduardo (stupidly) signs a new contract that basically removes his thirty percent ownership and he only learns about this when the work is about to get to its millionth user. A few hours later Sean gets caught coked up with some interns at a house party. We learn all about this through scenes of Mark arguing with these people in litigation. The movie lets you think if some of these things where coincidence or if Mark was on his Machiavelli shit. (No Tupac)

People are probably wondering why the fuck I did this, besides it being highly amusing for myself. Now the thing is guess what kids, business is a dirty game. People betray their friends and punk other crews every day in corporate America. Capitalism only tells you to win, not to play fair or do right. But if you grew up poor, you get to be demonized by mainstream society and you get to go to jail or die from it. If you grew up in the right part of town, they make a movie about you and you get to keep all the spoils from your hustle.

Isn’t America wonderful?

Jimmy Valentime is a writer and recording artist. His writings have appeared on SmokingSection.net and Byroncrawford.com. His music has appeared on xxlmag.com and mixtapes by DJ Drama, DJ Vlad, and Green lantern. He is currently working on his first EP of original material entitled “Home” and a book of essays on hip-hop and American society.

All Day I Dream About Spaceships…

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

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Editor’s note: One of our frequent commenters, cocotaso, submits this drop after peeping a piyush attempt by adidas at futurism…

Now was this really necessary adidas?

The Stan Smith is an iconic shoe, and this status comes from its simplicity. but noooo adidas felt the need to 2000 the shoe, modernize it so to speak. The result is strait basura.

The kind of shit you would get if ya lady/moms went shopping for you and came back all “I got them shoes you like”.

Nice try ma, and I really do appreciate the thought, but those shoes can be returned right along with the knights of the round table rugby and that beverly hills polo club hat.

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Thank Me Later…

Saturday, June 5th, 2010

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Editor’s note: I’m away from the lab today for the Roots picnic in Philadelphia so I am using a few guest drops to keep things poppin’ on the page. This first post comes from my dude Yooj‽ over at Recording Live From No Where. He does a mini-review of the Drake album ‘Thank Me Later’ that has the internets all a TWitter, literally.

Yeah you prolly got it already…. anyways…

It took me 5 listens to realize that I was investing a lot of thought into this 24 year old. It’s not because his music necessarily resonates with me personally, but moreso because I honestly am moved by the way he resonates with kids. Its wild that no one under the age of 18 really questions the duality. He’s allowed to be both a womanizer and a sucker for love, and just attributes all of his actions to embracing life. It’s actually pretty refreshing to hear from a young black man this day and age.

A wise person once told me that one key reason that Black men have sentenced themselves to such limited range of expression, in anything from emotions to fashion sensibilities, is because we have never witnessed a “masculine movement”. If that is even a term. Women have spent eternity fighting for the right to express themselves the way they see fit, and thus have much more refined and evolved means. I know I am butchering her theory, but trust me it was some genius shit.

Could this be the start of a sort of Emo-Renaissance for young black men? Who knows… Drake is introduced right on the heels of the mixtape thug era, but coupled with Kanye and Wayne, is ushering in this wild era where overt emasculation and conscious moments of sensitivity and honesty are actually praised. It gives a new meaning to “The realest shit I ever wrote”. Though I really don’t believe a damn thing he says, funny enough. And trust, its not that he goes with no criticism at all… Shit… I will be the first to provide a “this mahfuckah Drake’s sensitive as fuck, son” joke when the opportunity presents itself. Its just that more kids defend his position than I ever thought would. They empathize with the vulnerabilities and, oddly enough, are empowered by the example of a young rap star that seemingly hates fame.

I say that to say this… I fux with the kid and we could learn a lot from his sucka-for-love self.

About the Music: It’s extra-listenable and he manages to make an album that goes hard in the softest way possible… Pause. (see, I still got a ways to go)

And as a consolation for the delay, I included the joint he’s using for the iTunes Bonus as well… And of course all production credits and artwork.

*Drake – Thank Me Later*

Better Basketball = Extra Schmedium Shorts

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

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Editor’s note: Respect FreeDarko dot com everytime. This DP throwback was brought on by the comparisons of Steve Nash to John Stockton. I’m no J.S. fan, but Steve Nash couldn’t carry his jockstrap [ll].

FreeDarko Nation! What it do party people? Right now I feel like KanYe West after he won all those Emmys. I can’t believe I’m talking to the F.D. famlay. I was a little shook at first to come in over here because y’all cats are mad polysyllabic with your shit, but your boy said that I should just get in where I fit in. Hopefully there’s someone on this side to translate retahd-speak.

The 2007-2008 campaign for the Association is well underway and just like we all imagined they’d be, Boston is a beast. LeBron and the Cavletics might be able to serve up some comp if that dude Jesus Shuttlesworth can keep choking with under a minute left to play. The West is still the best. I was quietly hoping that Houston would step up something serious so that maybe we could have a repeat of one of the classic Finals’ matchups.

The Rockets and the Celtics butted heads[ll] twice for ‘Chips and both times Boston prevailed on the back of Larry Bird. The Celtics superstar forward for this tilt would be the wunderkind Kevin Garnett, while the Rockets foreign exchange center is from Africa by way of China, Ming Yao. The marketing is already in place so it makes the regular season kind of a waste of time. Sort of like the first forty-six minutes of most b-ball games.

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The league can work all of its magic to engineer this matchup, but the one element that would have made this series an instant classic has been stashed away in the NBA’s closet of shame. Cocaine, you said? No, but you were close. Tightpants would be the correct answer. In the last twenty plus years since the decline of tightpants the Association itself has been foundering. The beauty of the game is now interminably lost as the players run up and down the court in Capri shorts, or are they coolots. Assists on an overall basis have been declining steadily as well as field goal percentages. Three point field goals made are up from the 1980’s numbers, but how hard is it to shoot a three pointer wearing board shorts?

Show me a professional sport, that is enjoyable, where the entire uniform can be worn as street clothing? I rue the day that Michael Jordan came into the league and altered the minimum length of the player’s shorts. This was the death knell for great basketball play. Baggy pants ruin everything they touch. Zoot suits turned gangsters into comedians. M.C. Hammer ruined rap music. Capri pants killed the NBA. Do you think Elgin Baylor would have been the Rookie of the Year if he didn’t wear tightpants? How the hell do you think Magic Johnson got his nickname? Pause[ll] to that last sentence.

Tightpants are what made an average player like Dennis Rodman into a Hall of Fame caliber player. To bad for Dennis that he was fucking crazy. Don’t blame the tightpants though. John Stockton, arguably the greatest point guard of all time wore tightpants well into the new millennium and for no other reason were the Utah Jazz still a competitive force. Let’s face it party people… Cocaine and tightpants made the Association what it is today. Provided that you don’t overdose on the former, and you don’t elongate the latter you might still have the greatest show on Earth. Word to Oscar Robertson.

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