Archive for November, 2007

cRap Music Fantasy League Scoreboard Update…

Friday, November 9th, 2007

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Copp that Ghost Deini action figure. Only $500. Cheap.

Krack Ko Kaine Entertainment 5900
Incilin Productions 5700
Gain Green Records 5300
America Done Fell Off Records 5150
WindBreaker Records 5050
The Nappy Ram Affiliates 4550
All Starz Entertainment 4500
Gunshine State Music 4475
Funk Town Records 4450
WDISL Records 4425
Open Cannister Recordz 4175
Pretty Dollar Entertainment 3950
Jesus Slap Boxers 3775
CRap-A-lot Records 3775
Candyland Records 3725
Beat Break Records 3700
Bang 2 Dis Entertainment 3525
Berries & Cream Records 3425
WTF Records 3375
North Star Records 3325
Fantasy Records 3300
Bodega Inc 3275
Media Whore Records 3275
329 Music 3200
NYC Records 3175
Combat Jack Records 3150
MIP Records 2925
Solutions Global Media 2850
SayDatNuccaName Wreckids 2725
Death On Arrival Records 2675
Bottlenecks Records 2625
DubbleUp Entertainment 2600
Vagina Crusher Records 2550
Fuckin Sellout Records 2525
Talent Show Entertainment 2525
Barely Literate Entertainment 2375
Mental Calisthenics 2325
ASE Records 1925
The Block Is Hot Music Group 1875
New Black Money Records 1875
Brick Productions 1700
County Of Kings Records 1300
Know The Limit Records 1200
BLZ Records 950
Detroit In Dis Bitch Records 750
Six Feet Deep Promotions 225

All Day I Dream About Syllables…

Friday, November 9th, 2007

jmj adidas

R.I.P. JMJ

Over twenty years ago RUN-DMC blazed the trail for corporate America’s use of rap music to identify and brand products purposefully. Name dropping luxury items has always been a staple of rap music’s canon, but never before had a corporation made the direct connection to openly recognize the influence. More often than not corporations design their lust for disenfranchised peoples dollars by saying that disenfranchised people aren’t allowed to own their products. This usually brings waves of poor people’s money towards that brand since poor folks want nothing more than to appear NOT poor (see DP’s sneaker collection).

Give Adidas all the credit for hiring Hustle Simmons’ amazing threesome to craft an homage to their footwear that has lasted the test of time. If only a crispy pair of leather Rod Lavers could stay this fresh for this long. What allows the RUN-DMC tribute to remain viable after all of these years is the song’s simple yet sturdy construction. This is where we decide to employ DP Dot Com’s patented rap-ology technology. Let’s study a few of the songs created as homages to different sneaker brands and see if we can determine if someone’s intelligence is directly connected to the footwear they consume.

Rap music is an artform that employs language to describe life in such a way that it resembles a painting, or better yet photography. It’s been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. Let’s use that benchmark to grade these songs. If all of the compositions were a thousand words long which one would be written by the college level student and which one would come from the da-dunn da-dunt?


RUN-DMC – ‘My Adidas’
My Adidas remains the gold standard for corporate-sponsored Christmas gift wrap. Succinct and to the point. You know exactly what these dudes are talking about and they don’t waste any words on bullshit. Yes, the brand name is repeated several times and it is a polysyllabic word in itself, but tell me the last time someone used the word “university” in a rap song?!?

TOTAL WORD COUNT – 420
TOTAL POLYSYLLABIC – 27


NELLY featuring the St. Lunatics – ‘Air Force 1’s’
NELLY and his crew of colorful weedcarriers craft a song that more than doubles up the length of the Def Jam classic, but even at over a thousand words their love for Air Force Ones is mostly at the level of elementary school poetry written in Crayola crayons.

TOTAL WORD COUNT – 1060
TOTAL POLYSYLLABIC – 13


SOULJA BOY – ‘(I Got Me Some) Bapes’
After 875 words and not one single polysyllabic word you can discern fairly easily that only retahds are wearing BAPE sneakers. Weep for the future.

TOTAL WORD COUNT – 875
TOTAL POLYSYLLABIC – 0

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JAVIER BARDEM = HARDBODY KILLMATIC

Thursday, November 8th, 2007

no country poster

I’ve got to think long and hard[ll] to remember a cinematic serial killer as thoroughly hardbody as the character Anton Chigurh played by JAVIER BARDEM. Imagine your boy Jason from ‘Friday the 13th’ with a shotgun and a really bad 1970’s haircut. BARDEM’s character is even badder than that too because when he speaks he says crazy shit. He chooses whether niggas live or die by the flip of a coin, but mostly he just kills at will.

The movie BARDEM is starring in is called ‘No Country For Old Men’. The movie was adapted from a book of the same title by the COEN brothers. These are the cats that made that cult classic film noir joint ‘Blood Simple’. I liked their shit ‘The Big Lebowski’ and ‘Raising Arizona’ too. The COEN brothers have a penchant for dark humor and they keep the bodybags filled up as well. This flick is in keeping with their popular themes.

‘No Country For Old Men’ is set around a normally sleepy Texas town that goes to shit when a major drug deal goes wrong. TOMMY LEE JONES nails his role as the unwittingly omniscient town sheriff who remains one step behind the mayhem. JOSH BROLIN’s character is the dude that is unlucky enough to stumble upon the suitcase stuffed with $2 million dollars that was to be used in the aformentioned narcotics transaction. Instead of leaving the drugs, guns and money to the scumbags that previously owned them, BROLIN’s character decides to keep the money. This act places him and everyone that he comes in contact with squarely in the crosshairs of a ruthless hitman.

JAVIER BARDEM plays the greatest personification of evil I can remember seeing in a movie in a looooong time. Worse than Darth Vader even. You see, Vader was totally evil, but this character Anton Chigurh is totally evil, AND totally insane. He walks around with a tank full of compressed air and a cattle stunner bolt gun that he shoots into peoples brains. WTF? But when its time to go all in and go in hard Chigurh pulls out the 12gauge Mausberg with a barrel silencer. WTF!?!? Fools are getting flat blasted in this joint at every turn.

I think I will go see this flick again this weekend. It’s that good. Plus Saturday is supposed to be shitty and raining. Sounds like the perfect day to go ‘plexing. Fuck an ‘American Gangster’ bullshit. ‘No Country For Old Men’ is that gangsta shit for real. How much you want to bet that rappers start name dropping Anton Chigurh? That nigga was str8 KILLMATIC!

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Save The Cheerleader, Save The World…

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

vic shat

Don’t be a H8r!

If you all don’t know who H8TORADE is by now then you haven’t gone in to the BLU CHEEZ Ghetto Madness Photo Galleries. H8TORADE holds down one of the most popular image albums on that page. When he’s not supplying me with my fill of sweet white titties he is holding down his own corner on the internets.

H8TORADE Dot Com

The picture above and the following story come from H8’s site, and it is so fucking hot. Check it… The brunette on the left is named VICTORIA SCHATTAUER and she was the cheerleading coach for a high school in a sleepy Ohio town. Over the weekend she co-hosted a house party for some of the high school kids and it looks like she was also in charge of taking the memoribilia pics. I am not mad at her one bit. WDISL?!? It smells like teen spirit.

VICTORIA is 19 yrs old and the young lady in the picture with her is reportedly 15 yrs old (hence the covered up baby tittays – no ROBERT SYLVESTER). These images and more were distributed electronically via cellphones throughout their Ohio hamlet and by Monday morning VICTORIA and her co-host were both unemployed and facing some charges from the local police.

Some of you may be familiar with the case of GENARLOW WILSON. He was a teenager sent to prison after having consensual sex with another teenager. It was a mistake to send him to prison simply because he was a horny young Black kid. All people whose ages end with the suffix ‘teen’ are horny. That is the human biological condition. Period. Point blank. Laws and scarlet letters are not going to stop teenagers from banging each other out. Nothing in my life has been sweeter than the 18 year old action that I cut up on the regulack (when I was only 16 y.o. mind you).

We can’t let the authorities get their hands on these beautiful, young tittays just because they have these faux puritanical regulations that won’t let these bitches breathe until they are ugly and saggy. Look at those jawnts. The gravity defying perkiness. The coloring on the areola. The petite nipplage. If VICTORIA goes to jail and comes out forty pounds heavier this will have been the greatest crime against humanity. Forget protesting against the war in Iraq, Home Depot, KFC, Dog the Bounty Hunter or SIMON COWELL. We need to be marching on Washington D.C. with HAYDEN PANETTIERE as the keynote speaker.

Save the cheerleader, save the world.

ELECTING SHAWN COREY CARTER…

Wednesday, November 7th, 2007

shawnimage credits: Agent B

I imagine that a few of you used yesterday’s Election Day to cast a few votes of your own. From local assemblyman races to state representative seats Americans were letting their voices be heard. The loudest votes that are made aren’t at the polls however, but at the cash registers. Americans spend $60 billion dollars a day (actually, $2B more than they earn). So while some of you think that the levers, or buttons you selected will determine your services in the future it was most probably the opening and closing of your wallet that really does the choosing.

Some of you may have even purchased Jay-Z’s latest album. I give Def Jam’s president Jay-Z all the credit for releasing an album on a day where the malls would be a little more crowded and buzzing than usual. ‘American Gangster’ makes up somewhat for his lazy effort from last year ‘Kingdome Come’, but it still doesn’t reach the classic album status. Jay-Z’s dope dealing caricature was always an exaggeration that exceeded reality and finally he’s come to the part of the show where even he has to realize that WE realize this.

Still, Jay-Z rises to the occasion with a bevy of mainstream media outlets trumpeting the return of his grand hustle (no Fed gun charges). Even the New York Times hip-hop homo journalist submitted a glowing review of this album. Life will always be good for Jay-Z now. He’s crossed that threshold where acclaim and criticism still equals profit. GOD bless his heart, GOD save his soul. I had a few votes to place on this Election Day other than my ‘American Gangster’ selection and here’s how I kept it moving.

McGriddles bacon, egg & cheese sandwich – $2.79

McDonald’s iced coffee(large) – $2.19

Electric bill – $73.56

Blank CD-R media $17.99

CD laser copier labels – $20.99

Dishwashing detergent – $1.99

Orange juice (2) containers – $8.00

Reuben sandwich platter – $10.75

GOD bless America, GOD save our soul.