Archive for September, 2007

SONY WALKMAN’s ARE KILLING SHIT!

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

stacy wilson

Here’s another reason that Apple Computers stays winning. SONY Walkmans are getting people killed to death in the Caribbean. You never see this shit happen to someone listening to a fucking iPod.

This chick was on her way home from work and as she was about to change the cassette in her SONY Walkman some crazed stalker came and cut off her head. I know what you’re thinking too. If she had the iPod Shuffle this would have never happened. You never need to swap out a cassette with the iPod Shuffle. You have over 300 songs right at your fingertips. Provided you don’t have your hands chopped off. In any case, even without hands the iPod Shuffle allows you to listen to music for several straight days. Provided you don’t have your head removed.

Apple iPod products also support the global fight against AIDS, and we all know that AIDS is killing Black women at a more disproportionate rate then anyone else. The young woman pictured below wasn’t killed by AIDS, but by unrequited love, and a crazy motherfucker with a machete. Would this have happened to her if she owned an Apple iPod? We will never know.

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T.K.C. Goes In On Rapping Athletes…

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

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Editor’s note: Tony’s Kansas City is one of the the internets most consistent websites for news and views from the fly-over states (read: Middle America). This has made TONY a sort of cultural bellwether for spotting trends and details that emerge from the heartland of the American culturescape. TONY has taken a minute from exposing the hypocrisy of Midwestern politicos and their greedy real estate owning cohorts to address an issue that is all too relevant with the opening of the NFL season and the NBA tipoff not far behind.

Hip-hop will ruin your career as a pro-athlete

Because the world, pop culture and democracy have become nothing more than exercises in cross-marketing and branding it’s still important to remember that the influence of hip-hop extends to even the most mundane aspects of our lives and our television viewing habits.

Sadly, hip-hop’s commercial appeal and its intersection with world of professional sports usually ends up in some kind of train wreck.

It wasn’t always this way. Most of us remember the iconic imagery used by Spike Lee in the early days of marketing the Air Jordans which perfectly fused the urban culture of hip-hop with the overt capitalism of hocking crappy shoes via Lee’s Mars Blackmon coupled with Jordan’s incredible talent. It worked so well that it would eventually inspire so many high school kids to shoot their fellow students in order to possess these cultural status symbols. Still, the shoes, the ensuing controversy and those classic black and white commercials served to keep many Asian toddlers employed and earning enough money so that their families never had to worry about where the next bowl of rice would come from… God Bless you capitalism. Anyhoo, that’s about as good as it got for the merger between hip-hop and pro-sports.

Since then it’s been one embarrassment after another when it comes to pro-athletes and hip-hop.

Admittedly, Shaquille O’Neal had a competent debut album and even a hit single latching onto the flash in the pan fame of the Fu-Schnickens with “What’s up Doc?” Yet, 1993 was not only my senior year in high school but also one of the absolute worst years for hip-hop as the radio pushed turd sandwiches like Digable Planets and I should have been ashamed of myself for listening to crap like N2Deep‘s “Back to the hotel.” I apologize. Anyway, the point here is that Shaq’s foray into the world of rap music was only slightly less embarrassing than the film Kazaam.

Similarly, Allen Iverson’s rap music career was cut short when his CD release in the earlier part of this decade was deemed “coarse, offensive and antisocial” (all prerequisites for a great rap CD) by NBA commissioner David Stern.

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And with all of this history you’d think that pro-athletes would stop trying to pursue a career in the hip-hop game which is neither as lucrative nor as likely to lead to a long-term relationship with a blonde groupie as pro-sports.

Sadly, trends have a way of turning up late in the Midwest which might explain Kansas City Chiefs running back Larry Johnson’s recent rap controversy and the dis track that may or may not have come from his lips. No homo?

Now LJ vehemently denies the voice on the track is his even though it sounds exactly like him. And the flash in the pan rap group says it was just a stunt for publicity even though they’ve also given radio interviews saying that it was, in fact, Johnson.

The song, rapped in a voice similar to Johnson’s and peppered with references to the f- and n-words, blasts Chiefs president and general manager Carl Peterson — suggesting it was made during Johnson’s holdout before he signed a five-year contract extension worth a guaranteed $19 million and nearly $28 million in the first three years.

The lyrics include: “Carl Peterson, the GM’s running it. They see me, they want to treat me like I’m running it. I wouldn’t give a (expletive) if I’m not coming back. I’d rather play for another team because I’d rather be a running back.”

Yep, the little known rap group went back and forth with their story but in light of the fact that the Chiefs are owned by the Hunt Family who some crackpot conspiracy theorists (like myself) cite as key players in the Kennedy Assassination – It’s no great leap to see how some coercion might have been applied in much the same way that Larry Johnson has never been convicted of domestic violence but he has a solid reputation around KC for putting his shoe on any broad who gives him a hard time.

Still, the important part of the equation here is that even the vague association with any credible form of hip-hop will immediately tarnish the reputation of a pro-athlete. A competitor is allowed to nearly decapitate another human being on the field of sport BUT uttering a rhyme with curse words, the n-word or any decent idea seems to be expressly verboten. And it’s not like I’m standing up for that d-bag and part-time male model for Rocawear Larry Johnson HOWEVER it just strikes me as odd that so many pro-athletes are inspired by hip-hop and the marketing of professional sports is definitely influenced by the music but any specific involvement with the musical genre seems to bring about disaster in so many instances.

Therefore, let Larry Johnson’s dis track serve as an example to any athlete about to get into the rap game. DON’T DO IT! Despite rampant commercialism and the apolitical freak show acts of the vast majority of rappers from The South; at its heart hip-hop is STILL an art form intended to provoke, incite and educate its audience. Meanwhile, pro-sports are simply the modern day equivalent of the brutal Roman games now taking place in this historical epoch and intended only to obfuscate greater social concerns with illusions of fair play, bravery and courage while the empire (unfortunately) moves closer to collapse.

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TOUCH THE SKY…

Tuesday, September 18th, 2007

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KANYE WEST’s position as the Billboard top ranked selling artist for last week isn’t a victory for narcissism, or for teaching AYN RAND’s ‘Atlas Shrugged’ inside all public schools. Honestly, it was really only a victory for General Electric, since they own Universal, and Universal owns Island Records and Interscope, which own Def Jam/Rocafella and Aftermath/Shady respectively. So then again, maybe you should pull out your RAND pocket readers.

On a smaller, succinct level, the ascension of ‘YE TUDDA to the top of pop music’s pantheon might simply be the end of Hip-Hop as we know it and believe it to exist. Oh Word had a great drop and subsequent thread about the only album this year that EVERYONE has had an opinion of.

Polos, Tuition, and Jesus (Why I Believe I Can Fly)

The ‘Graduation’ album is by no means on the level of an ‘Only Built For Cuban Links’ or an ‘Illmatic’, but at this juncture in the history of the artistic movement called Hip-Hop it has become the time to celebrate it’s death with a party. A party filled with the good life, flashing lights and drunk and hot girls. I wonder if big brother BARRY BONDS will show up? He just loves glory. You can’t tell that fool nothing.

What I’m saying is that Hip-Hop no longer speaks for the poor and disenfranchised. Oh yeah, there’s dead prez, Mos Def and GAME Rebellion, but who gives a fuck about them? It wasn’t just corporate greed that killed Hip-Hop, but aspiration. Who the fuck wants to come back to the ghetto once you’ve left that place? Unless, of course, you know of a sweet limestone facade browstone townhouse in Fort Greene that someone’s little ‘ol grandma might be selling. Because I’m looking to buy right now. Fuck having street cred, I need a lot of FICO cred right now. When my kids are gamboling up and down the steps of my brownstone their iPods or whatever device the future holds for us will be filled with music from artists whose name I can’t pronounce and whose lyrics sound like chipmunks or walruses or whatever. Hopefully, when I listen to this next genre I will be able to recall some of the samples they use with the music that was the soundtrack to my life. In this way I will be able give my kids music from A Tribe Called Quest the same way that my parents gave me music from John Coltrane.

For the Hip-Hop generation, our time has passed. We had a good run and we created some great art, but it’s time for us to pass the baton. I wonder if you know what that means?


‘YE TUDDA – I Wonder

video link courtesy DAY 2 DAY

DP Dot Com Football Pool Wk. 2 Recap…

Monday, September 17th, 2007

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CHAD JOHNSON IS YOUR FATHER!

Okay, okay, I know it’s only week 2 in the NFL, but your boy Ocho Cinco is about to pwn the GOAT’s single season record for receiving yards if this fool keeps this shit on and cracking. I like CHAD JOHNSON too [ll], but he isn’t as spectacular as my big homey RANDITO. On Monday night October 1st these two maniacs go head to head [ll]. I’m trying to catch that joint at a bar because there is gonna be some fireworks on that night.

So what’s good with this Yahoo administered pool? I see that some of you folks aren’t smelling the way it goes down. That’s too bad because I am enjoying not having to total and post forty plus scores and ascending overalls on a weekly basis. Y’all only pay me to talk shit. Now pay some attention…

mr.foote
ElGringoColombiano
Behind Bars Bengals
getmedontshitme

You folks still aren’t on the scoring board. I hope that you don’t don’t despair and give up the chase for the trophy this early in the season. I will drop the lowest scoring week of everyone in the pool so don’t feel like you have lost two(2) weeks. You only lost one.

As for the leaderboard as of week 2…

Belizean PumPum Killa – Some of y’all already know my homey from his blog – DahShyt. True story is that in the beginning of the season he wasn’t too sure about effing with the pool since he doesn’t follolw the football scores too hardbody. I told him not to worry about it and just choose the teams with the more gullier mascots. Now dude is in first place.

JUS, that XXX-Men video was disabled, but I will prah’lee upload the still images to a BLU CHEEZ photo gallery.

DubbleUp – Dubbz has been riding with DP Dot Com for a minute and he might finally be ready to win some DP Dot Com Nike Dunks (or Air Max).

dutch’s masters – I hadn’t met DM until the football pool kicked off. I hope DM stays with us past the NFL season, but even still it’s cool to have someone effing with us from Dutchland, or is it Deustchland, or is it doucheland? Whatever is clever DM.

I see FUXXX up near the top, as well as DART and ESKAY’s wigbrusher Furiou$tylez. The gang is all here so let’s keep it popping. I promise I’ll figure a few ways to add some spice to the pool. All I need for y’all to do is stay in the pocket throughout and not get shook and run off (no RON MEXICO).

GAME REBELLION ROCKS RESTORATION PLAZA…

Monday, September 17th, 2007

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GAME REBELLION is the future!

Saturday was like a homecoming party for Brooklyn’s ghetto metal rebel funk punk rock rap band when they played inside Bed-Stuy’s Restoration Plaza.

The band was once housed in a tenement on New York and Atlantic Avenues right around the corner. Now they’re in Bushwick which in some ways isn’t a move upwards, but they continue to rock for crowds large and small and bigger than everything else, GAME REBELLION is for the children.

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Teach the youth the truth!

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‘NETIC

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YO
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MALIK

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EMI AUGUSTIN

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new drummer dude

My apologies to CHIEF ‘MED who I don’t have a good pic of in this drop. Yo, for real, stop sleeping on GAME REBELLION. When these cats are part of the Black August concert next year I don’t want to see y’all trying to look familiar if you just got on the bandwagon.

FREE THE LAND!


‘Save Me’


‘The Sun’