Bell Biv Devoe – ‘Poison’
During the Martin Lawrence marathon I was buggin’ the fux out after I watched this infomercial for ‘Booty Pop‘ panties.
Between all the tanning salons, colagen lip implants and now fake booties Black girl bodies are getting swagger jacked to death.
I’ll take my Black girls like I’ll take my coke – raw and uncut. Ya’ deeg?!?
I wondered how I might post the final drop from this decade here on the site. Could I remember everyone that I needed to thank for keeping me from stepping off the ledge this year? I could never in a million years remember everybody. Sure there was Combat Jack, Casimir and Rafi that helped me realize my value extended past the obvious. See there, I already fuxed up by naming names. I can’t ignore Meka for making the decision to come to NYC on my advice. Now I wonder when N8 will reloc8?
I have to thank Bol for giving me something to read everyday. I h8 to admit it but I am still Scottie Pippen to his Air Jordan when blogging is concerned. Since we don’t technically play for the same team any longer[ll] I suppose I am the LeBron James to his Kobe Bryant (taking into consideration his inclination for white poon) I hope he doesn’t also have to get a rape charge like Bryant, but that is what the desire of the forbidden racial nectar can do to a brother.
Mentioning Bol makes me remember the homey Carl who held me down at the X-spot and eskay who got me in the door when no one else was fuxing with me like that for real. That is why I tell people that Nah’Right is the big co-sign. They see shit before it becomes a trend or a movement. That reminds me of UnKut and RockTheDub, who both do more for Hip-Hop culture everyday than places like AllHipHop or SOHH (no offense meant, but, yeah).
And how do I thank ALL of you folks that check in with me during your daily routines, on the grizzly, at school, at home, wherever you do your DP.com thing. I appreciate y’all. This page is really yours. I just pay the bandwidth and edit the updates. Y’all truly own this page. SlumB, Grand$ and $yk. Thanks for following me on my exodus from the X-spot. Amadeo, Candice and WWIB. Thank y’all for sticking around even though I don’t nearly leave my IP fingerprints on your pages as much as I should.
Where the hell is that old ass curmudgeon Ernie Paniccioli?!?
Thank you to my sisters from ProperTalks and my longtime leftcoast love Mz.Ahmad. I really appreciate you ladies too much to mention. Thank you for fuxing with me. ADB. Thank you. LM, Christian, Tiffany, Peter, AntWill, Jerz and Gee. I SEE y’all (true confessions… I loved that Avatar shit – lol). JaiSlayer and my lil’ homey Ba’ySlayer. Thank you from the bottom of my heart my brother. You are my real life hero.
I can’t make this drop about individuals however because I will surely forget to mention someone who I consider crucial to this website. We are a group of diverse people with all sorts of backgrounds that found each other however it happened. I love to tell people that the world is a huge place, but the folks that operate under the same sine-cosine frequency is the smaller community of inter-connected networks. Y’all are truly the internets. And that is why I appreciate y’all.
Happy New Year.
“Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade”
Airline Bomber Was On Terrorist Ties List For 2 Years
I can’t say I’m surprised that African boys are being recruited to do the dirty work of the bad guys. Their uber-motivation and industriousness is what made Africans from Niger the most kick-ass slaves of all time. What with the rap music industry now being overtaken by white women how in the hell were these young men going to find work?
This plane was bound for Detroit too? So you might could imagine the people on this flight were the last handful of Michigan residents with paying jobs. If they all died the unemployment rate in the ‘D’ would have spiked to 90%. Thank God that Eminem is rapping again so at least someone in Detroit has a job.
Speaking of the white rap takeover…
American shores remain relatively terrorist free as long as white rappers are kept at bay. The ascendency of Eminem in 2001 on the heels of his second Aftermath album is what caused the Twin Towers collapse. White rappers ARE the cultural zeitgeist. After they have finally claimed rap music we will be plunged back into an age where words are no longer used. Our only forms of communication will be grunts and cavepainting.
Graff artists stand the fux up.
Editor’s note: Merry Christmas to all of you who believe that story. I got this poem from Tony Grand$ and it made me happy so I thought I would share it with all of you.
The Night Before: A Holiday Poem By Tony Grands
‘Twas the night before Christmas, & all through da hood,
one time stayed on watch for cats up to no good,
The stockin’s were hung up with tacks by the door,
‘Cuz it ain’t no damn chim-a-neys on the first floor,
All day there was clamor & noise in the street,
‘Cuz the gas man done came & he turned off the heat,
But that’s not enough to stop niggas from blazin’,
What potheads will do to get high is amazin’,
They gathered their quarters & counted their nickels,
But left out the pennies ‘cuz the weed man is fickle,
Who cares ’bout the weather-the rain & the breeze,
As long as there’s Swishers & bags full of trees,
Egg nog is for squares & the taste makes ’em squimish,
So real nigs celebrate by sippin Olde English,
All they want from Santa is intoxication,
& not to get knocked for parole violation,
Too high to sing carols-the words they’d forgotten,
Called up a few hoodrats & asked ’em what’s poppin’,
“Ain’t nothin'” the rats said & bid them farewell,
Cuz broke dudes can’t help them with their hair & nails,
No gas for the heater-but they still had power,
& all the Doritos 4 dudes could devour,
They played PS3-Madden 10 as always,
Then heard heavy footsteps stomping down the hallway,
The rent was past due & the landlord was comin,
They sobered up quickly-tried to think of somethin’,
He banged on the front door confusin the thugs,
That spent all their rent money on booze & drugs,
“Hold up!” they yelled out & started to panic,
Not knowin’ what he said ‘cuz he’s speakin’ spanish,
“It’s Christmas, amigo-show us some compassion!”,
What he said translates into “Fuck your Black asses!”,
“By this time tomorrow you’d better be gone!”,
“Or you’ll sit on your couch while it sits on the lawn!”,
They pleaded but he wasn’t moved one iota,
They offered him weed, chips, even a soda,
He said “Never mind this-I’m calling the cops!”,
Then a noise from the roof caused the landlord to stop,
“On Dancer, on Cupid, on Donder, on Blitzen”,
Niggas ran to the broken window in the kitchen,
“On Dasher, on Prancer, on Comet, on Vixen!”,
The landlord was too shocked to continue bitchin’,
“Whoa Rudolph” the voice said-it sounded so odd,
& niggas was so high they thought it was God
The voice started laffin’-so seemingly jolly,
One nigga said “That’s Joe the Crackhead, prolly”,
They opened the door & looked at the front entrance,
A White man? Around here? That’s quite suspicious,
No badge on his jacket-no gun in a holster,
He had a big velvet bag over his shoulder,
He said “Ho Ho Ho”-they looked ’round for Renee,
But that Hoe was home, she don’t work holidays,
The niggas stared at ’em-wide eyes & dropped jaws,
One said “What the fuck? Is that Santa Claus?”,
Just then Santa waved-turned around & he vanished,
The landlord amazed, mumbled somethin’ in spanish,
The landlord just walked off, clearly in awe,
& the niggas couldn’t figure out what they just saw,
Went back inside-looked at the clock & their watches,
12am, then they saw all types of boxes,
With laughter so nervous-like something was funny,
First box that they opened had bills & rent money,
They counted & counted it-like they were rich,
That really WAS Santa? Damn-ain’t that a bitch?
They called up the landlord & told him no worry,
Your money’s right here-come get it & please hurry,
He said he’ll be there in the mornin’-“I’m tired”,
That shit freaked him out-he went home & got wired,
Just then they heard *pop pop*-a thud in the bushes,
They ran to the window-all shovin’ & pushin’,
Some car tires screechin & somebody yellin’,
Laid out was poor Santa-got shot in the melon,
Headed to the rooftop, he started to fly,
Just as some young knuckleheads did a drive-by,
The reindeer had fled-scared away by the sound,
& their master-dear St. Nick-was dead on the ground,
They dialed 911, but what could they tell ’em?,
That Santa caught a hot slug in his cerebellum?,
Even when it’s real people cops take ’bout an hour,
So they got Santa’s corpse & put him in their shower,
Some hours passed by & cops finally came,
They told them what happened-with no one to blame,
So the cops called for back up & pulled out their cuffs,
No witnesses either, they were shit outta luck,
In back of patrol cars-headed down to the station,
Charged with murder one & parole violations,
The coroner took Santa to the morgue in his van,
To perform the autopsy that was part of the plan,
But when they arrived & opened up the back,
The stretcher was empty & the white sheet was flat,
“This is some kind of joke, it must be” it was weird,
But the joke was on him, Santa just disappeared,
But still, the cops kept them niggas in cages,
They been doin’ this type shit to Black folks for ages,
The moral of this story-to say the least,
is follow your gut & don’t trust the police.
So the relationship between BlackWater USA and the CIA became murderously incestuous? You don’t say…
Blackwater Guards Tied To Covert Raids By CIA
I think one of the slickest moves that kicked off the war in Iraq was the mainstream media usage of the term ‘contractor’ instead of ‘mercenary’ when they were referencing actions taken by paid gunmen. Just like former senators filled the boardrooms of Halliburton and Kellogg Brown Root companies like Xe(BlackWater USA) and Aegis are staffed by former ground generals and other para-military personnel who know how to work the middle of the US bureaucracy.
Thinking back on those old reports about the Pentagon paying several hundred dollars for a hammer it all makes sense to me now. Fully auto hammers are not cheap.