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More Swagger Than Mick Jagger, But Regretfully Less Than Jimmy Swaggart…

Saturday, October 11th, 2008

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But y’all don’t hear BILLY X SUNDAY tho’.

Sometimes I have to talk retard to y’all so that you can understand what the fuck I am talking about. I told y’all that it was way harder to release a studio album than it is a mixtape. This is why Jadakiss is the king of mixtapes along with Wang and Fisty. I’m glad that some of y’all realize this shit now.

Today’s drop however is about swagger. It’s overused, but not proportionately overstood. What the fuck is swagger? Let’s see if we can clearly define it so that generations to come will appreciate just how valuable it is to have swagger. It shouldn’t be a situation where swaggers value can be altered like the stock market. Swagger must have a constant value. But to get the value you first have to know the formula (shout to Buckshot back on his feet)

Sw = 3+x(y)

If a rapper has swagger then he/she should be releasing slang into the culture that is adopted as the paradigm for expressing that idea. Wu-Tang brought the phrase ‘iced out’ into the lexicon. B.G. gave the world ‘Bling’. That is swagger when motherfuckers put your shit in a dictionary. I don’t consider a rapper’s fashion to be swagger because all these niggas have a fucking t-shirt company. Rappers never dressed me. I dress myself.

The only thing that matters for swagger is whether or not you got rhymes. I’m not talking about being lyrical either. I’m just talking about walking down the street and hearing people do your song or talk your talk. A nigga like E-40 gots hell’a swagger. Some niggas got swagger for the wrong reason though. Jay-Z got everyone thinking that a blueprint is the most official shit ever. Ha! A blueprint is like a Xerox copy you dumb motherfuckers. Yes, a blueprint holds information, but why not fuck with the original? I always miss some lines or measurements on a blueprint.

I wish niggas would stop crediting T-Pain for jacking Stevie Wonder’s robot voice swagger. That is my problem with swagger. Fools don’t know who to give the proper swag credit to. People might say that Lil’ Wang swagjacked the phrase ‘Ya Deeeg?’ from DipSet, but Cam and them copped that from Jimmy Walker. I will send five PayPal dollars to the person that pulls down the first rap song with the word swagger in a verse.

Fuck it, ten, ten PayPal dollars. Hahahaaaaa.
*uses The Count voice from Sesame Street*

Or you could go the route that has the word swagger buried for all eternity. I would comfortably return to using F.R.E.S.H. if I had to. Just don’t fuck with hardbody. That’s my shit.

After The Show, And Yet Before The Afterparty…

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

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There is a nebulous area in entertainment between the show and the afterparty. It is called the parking garage. This is where entertainers wait for the horses and carriages to chaffeur them off to the the next thing.

If you hang with 40 Diesel then you will have access to this place that even your press credentials couldn’t provide.

Take a few minutes to enjoy the dialogue we shared with some of our favorite rappers and entertainers who entered the zone otherwise known as the 2008 Vh-1 Hip-Hop Honors Aftershow Parking Garage Party.

Okay, my bad that was ridiculously long. I hope these clips aren’t.

Featuring Wyclef Jean, Michael Rappaport, Ahmir ?uestlove Thompson, PMD, Fat Joe, BizMark, Dave from De La, Fab 5 Fredddy and the unstoppable, irrepressible obama eliminator, 40 Diesel.

Hip-Hop Hooray!

Friday, October 3rd, 2008

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What if B.E.T. were to honor Hip-Hop as well as Vh-1 does?

Here’s a few thoughts on tonight’s taping of Vh-1’s Hip-Hop Honors Awards and why all the honorees were deserving of their recognition for a myriad number of reasons.

  • Too Short was a pioneer of self-distribution before the age of the internets and platforms like YouTube and the such
  • De La Soul for inspiring most of us to become rappers that rhymed to our own beat
  • Cypress Hills for keeping Hip-Hop’s legacy of activism well lit
  • Naughty By Nature for still having that Juice
  • Slick Rick for just being the ruler
  • TERRENCE came through and shot up the red carpet. Okay, I mean shot using his movie camera, and the carpet was actually purple and not red. Not a royal purple either, more like an eggplant nightshade type purple.

    MARVELOUS MO held it down for DP Dot Com. I can’t wait to see her footage. She looked so stunning that Fat Joe only remembers me because I was standing next to her.

    KEV CLARK remains omnipresent when red carpets are in effect. Peep some of his pics…

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    We were sited next to B.E.T.’s “Black Carpet” coverage team again. I didn’t make a point to talk through their uncharismatic hosts like I did last year and GOD rewarded my goodness by letting me see Vh-1 staff boot B.E.T. off the carpet runway to behind the steel barriers.

    Vh-1 staff keeps their shit real nazi-like for the press. We accept that treatment for the access and the crafts services. F.Y.I. The roasted chicken and the vegetable lasagna were excellent. As usual, I made my way to the V.I.P. area where the kick ass hors d’ovaries and the free drinks were. 40 Diesel was there going in hardbody on the souvenir cups.

    I caught a few minutes of the performances between my double-fisting and free dinner. It’s fun to be a fan of Hip-Hop. Most of the people in the VIP area were still working and politicking. The new event is now the Hip-Hop Honors afterparty where the entertainment industry people rub elbows with the night’s performers.

    Basically, everyone that has been together for the last 12 hours hangs out for another 4 hours. I’m sure someone is charging this to overtime.

    I’m certainly not.

    It’s only 6am and I have only processed three video clips. Sleep? That shit is the cousin of death.

    I wish I could quit you Hip-Hop [ll].

    Vh-1 Hip-Hop Honors
    Monday October 6th
    10pm EST

    Happy Birthday Lil’ Wang!

    Sunday, September 28th, 2008

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    Billy X. Sunday celebrates as Birdbrain’s baby gets one year older.

    Don’t think that the irony of me knowing Lil’ Wang’s birthday is lost on me. I once accused the dearly departed Noz of knowing all of his favorite rapper’s birthdays. The only reason that I know Lil’ Wang’s born day is because it is the same day as mine. So now that Lil’ Wang is turning 21 and he can legally buy his own prescription cough syrup I thought I would give him some advice from one drug addict to another.

    XXLMag.com columnist Billy X. Sunday does not endorse the abuse of prescription and or non-prescription narcotics, depressants, stimulants, barbituates or any controlled substances**

    **Unless you have some

    So where should I start? I suppose the most popular drug of choice is the one called Syrup, or the Lean, or the motherfuckin’ Drank. I’ve never fucked with this shit because I always had enough money to buy liquor, or at least a 40 ounce. People that create drugs from household shit like cough syrup and band-aids should get some kind of MacGuyver award for drug abuse.

    The same for people that get high off industrial shit like paint, and paint thinner. I never sniffed glue or none of that industrial shit because I would never get within twenty feet of that shit. That shit smells like housework to me and I ain’t got no time for that. Imagine me getting high off Windex to the point that I am cleaning my coffee table ten times a day. I ain’t got no coffee table in my apartment since I sold it for crack.

    Crack cocaine is having a resurgence in entertainment circles. I blame all this Rick James and 1980’s nostalgia. It wasn’t the chemical makeup of cooked cocaine that made it so addictive but the gold leggings and the flattop haircut. I hope Lil’ Wang steers clear of that crack cocaine shit. Sonn is already less than a buck on the scales. He might get so skinny that he will be back to rocking his old jumpsuits by Osh Kosh B’Gosh (no Cam’Ron).

    Speaking of Cam… Weed is still the shit and definitely something that I would like for my birthday party. A nice big fluffy Z of that good white boy shit they grow under the Kleig lights. Something with some orange and purple hairs growing from the buds. Smooth shit like that you don’t roll up in a cigar. I get out my grandfather’s chalice that he came up on during a stop in the Philipines. Rolling Dutches is for the uncivilized people that don’t know how to use a fork or knife.

    When all else fails there is always alcohol which is pretty much legal to everyone older than sixteen. At least in Alaska I think it is. That’s why the VP nominee is 44yr old grandmother. This is what Wang should celebrate his birthday with. A bottle of that champagne that he was supposed to be coming out with unless that deal fell off the table in which case he should prA’li just go back to sipping that lean. I wonder if Wang can get an endorsement deal with Dimetapp? That’s what his management should be working on his birthday.

    Happy birthday Lil’ Wang!

    ATLANTA BLOGGER OBAMA…

    Thursday, September 25th, 2008

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    ATL get in where you fit in.

    FREE DRINKS (obama) + FREE FOOD.

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