Archive for February, 2007

The (white) Rapper Show = Weed Carrying 101

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

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If there was anything that I gleaned from the ego trip (white) Rapper Show is that MC Serch can still bring fame to a bag holder without getting their ass kicked by Hammer’s goons.

I mean, what do you think the future holds for Shamrock or John Brown? They will be rap music footnotes as soon as the second season begins to air. Anybody remember Nikki ‘Hoopz’ Alexander? Exactly. The best chance for one of these rappers to keep his names on people’s lips will be for them to carry a bag and keep smiling. Busta Rhymes could use a new chauffeur so that’s something to think about also.

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As A Salute To Weed Carrier’s NYC field correspondent I took the assignment of attending the (white) Rapper Show wrap up party in order to celebrate the arrival of celebrity bag holding with a bang(no Tony Yayo). The dude that carried Serch’s sacks the best would be awarded with something even more valauble than a recording contract. He was going home with $100,000 dollars. That’s a whole lot of ounces of that piffy piff and you know what I’m saying. The crowd that filled the club was lively and after the broadcast of the final episode of the television show we were all hyped up for the real show.

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Persia, who was one of the most popular rappers on the show cleaned herself up and brought her bawdy ass Big Momma Cass routine to the stage. Her flow was competent and had improved somewhat since we last saw her on the show which was filmed some six months ago. I will admit that I found her attractive in a big girl kind of way. She had on some high heels that matched her belt and for a moment I considered bending her over backstage along with about three hundred or so of the other internets geeks that had climbed up from their mother’s basements to come to the show. The only thing that separated me from the geeks were the ten or twenty rounds of free Bacardi that threw back thanks to the crew from OnSmash and G.O.O.D. Records (yeah, them dudes).

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John Brown, the runner up for the contest, was the show’s highlight but I was too tired and it was after midnight so I didn’t stay to watch him perform. Instead I caught the ego trip collective and MC Serch spit some freestyles for the crowd. Serch talked shit about people in the crowd and the clothes he had on. When he spit that shit about the Decepticons and his Timberlands the place went bananas. Well, at least one dude in there went bananas, but he was a big dude. Serch can do his freestyle thing. The ego trip collective… Not so much. Fun was still had by all. The (white) Rapper Show is a movement that you had better get in tuned with. Season 2 is on it’s way. Believe that!

Homo Thugs Are Runnin’ This Rap Shit…

Wednesday, February 28th, 2007

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In case you didn’t know, BILLY SUNDAY grinds for the Evil Empire.

After Gillie Da’ Kid was arrested a couple of weeks ago I started to get suspicious of your favorite rapper Lil’ Wayne. I thought that some shit was askew in how the Feds had been tapping Gillie’s jack and running surveillance on his crib for a while already. It seems like as soon as Gillie shitted on Wayne is when the Feds turned their microscope back on Gillie. Lil’ Wayne had probable cause to snitch too since Gillie outed him as the mysterious gay rapper. Look back at that picture of Wayne kissing birdbrain and you can see Wayne’s eyes are closed. That is the ultimate sign that someone is in love when they kiss with their eyes closed. That’s on some “Calgon take me away” shit.

O.K. So maybe Lil’ Wayne didn’t snitch on Gillie, but I bet you a dime to a dollar that Wayne is the reason that Drama got pinched. The Aphilliates were too close with that Tip dude from Atlanta. Tip even taught Drama how to wear his baseball hat on the side of his head. Since DJ Drama is a mulatto he doesn’t know how to dress Black. Just like Barack Obama doesn’t. So while Lil’ Wayne and Tip were competing for the title of King of the Crappy South Crappers, DJ Drama was giving his hometown buddy too much promotional help. That’s why Wayne called in the Feds and the RIAA to shut down Drama’s daily operation.

You may not believe me about Lil’ Wayne, but when you read the New York Times magazine this week you will see more evidence. Lil’ Wayne is quoted as saying that Drama, “Will have to play the game fair now.” Most of you cats are familiar with the DJ Drama produced mixtape featuring Lil’ Wayne titled ‘Dedication 2’. Did you know that ‘Dedication 2’ has outsold the official label release of ‘Like Father, Like Son’ by two times? Lil’ Wayne is salty because he feels like Drama is getting more cake from his rhymes than he is and I think he might be right. Keep in mind the money that Universal’s promotions department spent on paying DJ Drama to produce that Lil’ Wayne’s ‘Dedication 2’ disk has to be recouped by Wayne. In a real way the artist has to absorb the cost of the mixtape deejay the same way they had to pay for the A & R staff.

Your favorite blogger’s favorite rapper Pimp C isn’t a fan of the mixtape market either. Rappers are feeling a kind of way because mixtape deejays are getting paid for their rhymes and they aren’t breaking off the rappers with any change. That’s why Pimp C doesn’t do mixtapes, and that’s why Lil’ Wayne had to snitch on Drama (and Gillie). With the release of ‘The Carter III’ later this year Lil’ Wayne will be the last man standing and the best rapper alive. It’s a hard grind to get to the pinnacle of rap music and if you have to drop a few dimes and kiss a few men on the lips in order to get there I suppose it’s all good in the ‘hood.

As your favorite blogger would say, “Nullus to this entire post.”

The (white) Rapper Show: It’s A (white) Wrap!

Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

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The ghetto revival was in full effect in Brooklyn as ego trip magazine and Mass Appeal celebrated the wrap up to season one of their runaway hit television show ‘ego trip’s (white) Rapper Show’. It was a star studded event that brought out some of the new ghetto’s great luminaries. Being an Internets Celebrity I thought I should join the fray of C-listers and general Hip-Hopdom that has come to embrace the (white) Rapper Show for the entertainment that it brings as it’s basic mission.

From the outset it looked like it would be a promising night as the line to enter the club formed early.

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I didn’t have a ticket to the sold out event, but I am a gotdamned Internets Celebrity and that has to be worth something. As the intensity began to build up outside I knew I was going to need the hook up. Good thing my folks from OnSmash dot com rolled up on this piece. They had the carte blanche V.I.P. guest list open bar status and they put me down. Good looks to HOFFA and PLAIN PAT. FERRIS BUELLER?!? BUELLER? BUELLER? Where you at pimpin’?

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I chopped it up for a few with G-Child. She comes from Allentown, Pennsylvania. If you know me when I go drinking then you know that I had to use all my mental power to restrain myself from singing that BILLY JOEL song ‘Allentown’. PERSIA was in the building and she was bringing sassy and sexy back for all the thick chicks. I give her points for smelling so good.

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As always, Hip-Hop was for sale too. The Step-Off can was a big attraction during the pre-show.

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Y’all know him as 40 DAWG. His streets name is DIESEL. 40 rolled through with LORD SEAR. Blogging groupies are coming out of the woodwork so I better get my azz to the gym so I don’t have this wild gut like BYRON CRAWFORD. She let me smell her ear too because I told her that earwax is gonna be the sexy new accessory for the 2007.

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Hip-Hop documentarian HENRY CHALFANT came through as well as DP Dot Com arch-enemy TOM BREIHAN (pronounced BRY-HAN). We spent nearly an hour debating whether TUPAC was really dead and whether or not he actually wrote all of his rhymes. Let’s just say that we finally agreed to disagree. The extra cheese smile on BREIHAN’s grill is because he and his brother JIM had on crispier Baltimore Orioles fitted hats than your favorite blogger did. Posers.

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PUNKS JUMP UP TO GET BEAT DOWN! The God LORD JAMAR.

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For more pics of the party and the performers follow this link to A SALUTE TO WEED CARRIERS.

The (white) Rapper Show

Monday, February 26th, 2007

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The revolution will be podcast into your iPhone. Believe that!

Word to Shamrock I am going to get the cRapper Fantasy League poppin’ off in a minute. During my self-imposed media blackout this past weekend I fell and tripped on my television’s remote control. While I lay inert on my living room carpet the t.v. played several episodes of the VH-1 megahit ‘ego trip’s (white) Rapper Show’. I hadn’t watched the show at all because I was sure that VH-1 wasn’t capable of broadcasting anything that I would find compelling, especially when it regards Hip-Hop culture.

I was pleasantly surprised watching the blood diamonds documentary that VH-1 aired last week and I will admit to being similarly engaged watching the reruns of the (white) Rapper Show. I was annoyed at first by the show’s title because I had thought that the gimmickry of a white rap artist was now void because of Eminem’s accomplishments inside of Hip-Hop. You would have to be out of your mind not to include him on your list of top 10 G.O.A.T., maybe even top five depending on how his career is completed. The truth about the people featured on this show is that they all loved Hip-Hop and would do their thing whether or not cameras were around. The fact that they were white has little relevance. It just doesn’t. My favorite character on the show is ultimately the winner it seems. There is a wrap party tonight for the show in Brooklyn and JOHN BROWN is the featured performer.

I felt dude (no DeadLee) from the gate because he had the hardbody emcee name. There is no story in American history more gully than that of JOHN BROWN, except for your boy DENMARK VESEY. I can’t wait for a rapper to choose that as a nickname instead of all of these Italian mafia characters or even Fifty Cent. DENMARK VESEY had them plantation niggas shook. So this kid JOHN BROWN seemed gimmicky at first but the truth that he loved Hip-Hop came through. He thought about his career from the artistic and business standpoint. This is something all artists need to do now. Your talent alone doesn’t guarantee that your music will be heard. You have to have desire and some business savvy to separate yourself from the pack.

I don’t know where this dude will be in five years but I welcome someone that has love for Hip-Hop and wants to learn the craft to be a better artist first and foremost. He’s already achieved a level of fame that most underground artists dream of. Even those kids that won the first VH-1 freestyle battle have been forgotten by now. Maybe one day there will be as many white rappers inside of Hip-Hop as there are Black quarterbacks inside of the NFL. Then it will only be a question of heart, desire and skills.

UPDATE: WTF?!?! Shamrock won! Wait until you see my pictures from the wrap up party. DALLAS PENN carries weed for OnSmash dot com. DALLAS PENN takes pictures with G-Child and Persia. DALLAS PENN talks about rap music with arch-nemesis (well not really but blogger beef = + traffic rankings) Village Voice blogger TOM BREIHAN. Peace to 40 Diesel who was in the building with Lord Sear.

Stay tuned true believers

BRANDY Is More Hardbody Than Your Favorite Rapper…

Monday, February 26th, 2007

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In case you didn’t know, BILLY SUNDAY grinds for the Evil Empire.

Fuck what you heard bitches, if your favorite rapper is still killing emcees on wax that dude is pussy. If he is smacking emcees in the face at a YouTube rap battle he still isn’t keeping his shit as hardbody as Brandy. She is killing motherfuckers in these streets for real.

As skinny as Brandy is she could prah’lee use her elbow as a dagger but instead she is merck’ing fools with her SUV, and then she is straight up confessing to shit like it’s nothing. While y’all sit up all night in ya’ mommas basements and talk shit about my nigga Paul Wall and the fact that Jay-Z brought Coke and Budweiser to Africa, Brandy is prah’lee running over wild perdestrians in L.A. The funny shit is that I don’t know how she is gonna walk on this trial now that your cousin Johnnie Cochran is dead. Ray-J’s allowance is gonna get cut after this is all said and done.

How ill is it that Brandy has leapfrogged ahead of all female rappers (and the majority of male rappers) in terms of street cred. She’s still a long way from touching Diddy’s overall bodycount, but her resume just got more street than Remy Ma, Lil’ Kim and Foxy all in one evening. Foxy Brown’s charge of beating up a Asian manicurist should be thrown out of court until Foxy gets up the hardbody nerve to make that nail salon look like the Cambodian ‘killing fields’. Lil’ Kim has been home from the clink for over half a year now and she can’t get a decent 16 on anybody’s track, but I will bet you a green dollar that every rapper with a single slated for second quarter release wants Brandy on their hook.

I love the fact that everyone wants some scrilla because they learned that it was Brandy behind the wheel. Even though ‘Moesha’ is in syndication the paper she gets from that show ain’t as long as you might imagine. I see Brandy on wild amount of billboards doing ads for hair products. Don’t them niggas know that Brandy wears wigs? She the one chick that might have as many wigs as BeYonce. Umm, maybe not so much, but she still keep hell’a wig poppin’ off. Why do you think Brandy so skinny? She trying to prolong the residuals from her first album by eating one half of a can of tunafish every week. Brandy ain’t gon’ waste her good money on food. Not the way these cocaine prices are escalating. I’m just saying, Brandy is more hardbody than everybody except Cassidy, because he killed his BFF over a cheesesteak sandwich.

Allegedly.