Archive for November, 2006

New York’s New Governor Keeps It Gangsta

Sunday, November 12th, 2006

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Editor’s note: RD is the hardest working man in the blogosphere. When he isn’t coaching superstar rappers about work ethic at their listening parties, he’s writing for no less than fifty different outlets. King Magazine online, Hip-Hop Universe, About dot com, and his very own website called, I Did It All Before My Twelth Birthday. Not to clown RD either, because he has shown that he has a mind that extends to issues far out of the reach of the majority of teenagers in America. We’re happy that he contributes to this site and we’re excited to see him jumping into the pool of politricks. The water is deep and filled with sharks, but RD has the kind of self-confidence of a Hawaiian swimmer. Let’s peep his post election gubernatorial summary.

Most of you Hip Hop cats stay as far away from politics as possible. Y’all treat politics like an estranged baby mama – distant and cancerous. There are also a large percentage of you that think politics is limited to how hairy George Bush’s ass is. Sorry, guys politics is more than just that. If y’all can just stop watching BET for a minute, and let me kick a few lines, we can all learn something valuable from politics.

If you know anything about anything you know that Eliot Spitzer was recently elected governor of NY (not like any of you voted, anyway) by defeating John Faso (the equivalent of a hapless mixtape rapper). What is more remarkable is that DL Smooth E (Democrats Love Smooth Elliot) kept it politically gully throughout his campaign. As an Attorney general, he went through the ass to make sure no shady business was going down. He gunned down each big dog in their respected field until he stood alone on the battlefield clutching his gold locket (he’s Jewish, you know). His list of prosecuted reads like a Christmas wish list:

1) Hot 97 (remember, that smack fest shit?)

2) Sony (payola)

3) AIG (accounting fraud)

4) Merrill Lynch (shady stock market manuevers)

5) Wall Street

6) S.E.C.

Shit, the only thing he hasn’t attacked yet is colon cancer. He ‘spitz’ real talk that exalts the practice of ethics which will hopefully prevent lascivious homos like Mark “Your ass” Foley from calling your son at night. Spitzer is the combustible creation made up of the grind of papoose mixed with the ruthlessness of a pre-Interscope 50 cent, stirred with the dexterity of Jay. I’m telling y’all these Jew boys come to play. If Spitzer decides to drop an album, it’s revo (the torah is read backwards). He and Scott Storch should collaborate and make an album called “I’m a Jew, So Fuck you”. It’s never too late to convert to Judaism.

Now imagine if your favorite rapper went about his business like my boy Eliot Spitzer, we wouldn’t have all this shuckling and snapping foolishness. Cats wouldn’t be decrying the domination of the South or even acknowledging the mediocrity; they would do like Spitzer and just prosecute that ass. A lot can be learned from DL Smooth E.

-RD

#6 = DP Dot Com WHITE MEAT FIX

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

I just got up on the Battlestar Galactica television series a few weeks ago. I wasn’t effing with it because I thought it was the typical corny Sci-Fi channel bolshevik, Turns out that the shit is gooder than a mug, plus there is this mean piece of white meat on the show as a recurring character. Not just any kind of white tail either, but the kind that white gets mad at you for walking down the street with. Like the “we gots to kill that nigger ‘fore they gets to reproducin’ and the what not” type white tail. And she knows she’s a tramp too.

There’s a whole thing going on in outer space, but I watch the show just to see this broad open her legs a la SHARON STONE in ‘Basic Instinct’. Yeah, it’s soft core sci-fi nonsense, but what else is on the fucking television?!? ‘Flavor Of Love!?!?! I’ll start watching ‘Flavor Of Love’ when they start letting FLAV hit some sweet white meat. All the Black chicks on that show remind me of chicks that I have met at the Shadow or Grant’s Tomb (total NYC references, my bad).

Number 6 looks like she doesn’t smell like typical white meat either. You brothers know what I’m talking about. She looks like her skin doesn’t secrete normal white girl pheromones, but some special rosebud shit. Like you could just lick her clavicle and get a tangy taste of sweat and delicious whiteness. But here’s the best part, because she’s a robot you could tap it raw like Ol’ Dirty Bastard. Niiiice.

JAY-Z + NAS = BUDS

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

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Finally, we find two Black men in the cRap music game that aren’t trying to french each other… We hope.

Since I wasn’t invited to the NAS listening party I will have to imagine the dialogue that took place later that evening as these two industry giants plot their takeover of the free world…

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Chea!

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Chea!

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Chea!

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: I forgot what I was gon’ say…

Jigger: Chea!

Lil’ Homie: Oh, yeah right. Chea!

It’s from these two men that you people expect your beloved Hip-Hop to be resuscitated?!? One of these guys treats Hip-Hop like a part-time hobby that he plays with just for the fun of it, while the other can’t form a cogent linear conversation without adding a few hundred ‘nah means’. More importantly, these two guys have money to make, not an artform to conserve or preserve. Start looking inward instead of waiting for that miracle to fall from the sky. Hip-Hop belongs to you as much as it does to any cRapper or artist, or even corporation.

Hip-Hop didn’t die because the artists and their corporate sponsors decided that we would accept disposable shitty art.

Hip-Hop died when WE decided that we would accept the bullshit.

GAME Is Killing This Rap Shit…

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

gayme

He killed GERALD LEVERT and ED BRADLEY and he’ll kill you too if you don’t go out and copp ‘Doctor’s Advocate’.

Forget what the news says about LEVERT having a heart attack I know it was GAYME. He broke into his house and choked him with a pillow. He’s on a rampage I tell you and he won’t rest until DR. DRE gives him a kiss.

Yes, a big Weezy F Baby, right on the lips.

GOD help us all if GAYME doesn’t find some outlet for his unrequited love.

gay dre

FISTY SCENT: Ghetto Patriot

Saturday, November 11th, 2006

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Everytime I get ready to kill CURTIS over something that I think he is being selfish or ig’nant about he shows me that he is thinking outside the box and is considering humanity and the greater good.

In an effort to keep young Americans informed about the dangers of terrorism here in the United States FISTY SCENT has teamed up with the Department of Homeland Security to clarify the color coding system of the Terror Threat Levels.

By using colored du-rags FISTY SCENT will illustrate that Hip-Hop cares about America.

fisty scents THREAT LEVEL NORMAL

GREEN DU-RAG
When FISTY released the ‘Power Of The Dollar’ CD he was wearing a green du-rag from the cash advance that Columbia Records gave him.


fisty scents THREAT LEVEL GUARDED

BLUE DU-RAG
Local Southside Queens thugs were jealous of FISTY and his green du-rag so they shot him up. This made him upset and blue, hence the blue du-rag. Also he was in guarded condition from this point on since he was a Federal witness in a money laundering case against a legendary drugpin.


fisty scents THREAT LEVEL ELEVATED

YELLOW DU-RAG
The yellow du-rag is for stay alert status and that is how FISTY had to play the streets while his beef with JA-RULE reached a climax.


fisty scents THREAT LEVEL HIGH

ORANGE DU-RAG
Orange du-rags had to put on after Jam Master Jay was killed. This is a very high terror alert for FISTY and he had problems with JADAKISS, FAT JOE, NAS, JA RULE and pretty much all of New York.


fisty scents THREAT LEVEL SEVERE

RED DU-RAG
We almot got up to the red du-rag when FISTY called out PUFF DIDDY but thankfully the yellow du-rag came back out. All hell will be breaking loose once the red du-rag gets put on. Let’s hope we don’t have to see that one.


A sincere apology is made to the website contributor RD from us for creating a du-rag post without his expert input (no Weezy F Baby).