Archive for July, 2008

Louisiana Is For Losers…

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

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And Klansmen’s grandsons…

Some crazy shit has surfaced from the state of Louisiana, which is now ground zero for racist fuckery.

Whether we are talking about BlackWater USA mercenaries shooting Black folks in the back after Katrina, or the New Orleans police beating the bejesus out of a senior citizen on to the Jena 6 there is obviously an issue with Black folks when it comes to this region.

The latest story is the murder of a 21 year old who was tasered to death while in handcuffs.

Baron “Scooter” Pikes received the treatment that “Scooter” Libby should have gotten. The funky shit is that homeboy was murdered in January. How the fuck does this story just now get leaked? I’m pretty sure they have the internets in Louisiana now. Still and all this story managed to remain suppressed for half a year. Will the Justice Department step in to correct the inequality that is rampant in Louisiana?

Nahh, of course they aren’t. We are living, and dying, in a police state.

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HELLO DOLLY!

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

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The Gulf states are shaking in their boots again because a serious storm teeters off the coast. I’m not believing the hype since this hurricane is named Dolly.

Dolly is a white chick name. White chicks bark is always worse than their bite. Peep how CYNTHIA RODRIGUEZ was talking all that divorce shit until Gay-ROD [ll] put a few more zeros on the right side of her checking account. Same as CHRISTIE BRINKLEY. She got mad paid from her husband, but did she get all LORENA BOBBIT style on his manhood? Nahh, because white chicks get the money.

Black chicks come through to tear the house up. Just look at Hurricane Starrkeysha. Wild amounts of dead people along with billions of dollars in property damage. As soon as you see a Black chick unzip her weave, remove her earrings and put vaseline on her face you need to get your ass outta Dodge. At that point she don’t care who gets fucked the fuck up, but someone is catching a bad one. If this next hurricane was named Shaniqua then you already know shit would be getting hectic.

**Non-Sequitur**
Everybody know that Fisty Scent’s baby moms burnt down that crib. I’ve watched enough ‘Law & Order’ episodes with C.S. to be able to put this shit together real easy. Fisty Scent had a court order for homegirl to vacate the premises. A court order can be executed by sheriffs so Fisty wouldn’t even have to get his hands dirty. Shaniqua prA’li started the whole damn thing by throwing that nigga’s platinum plaques into the fireplace. If any of you ever made a campfire you would know how that shit gets good to you. Shaniqua was combing the house looking for other shit to burn like Fisty’s crappy G-Unit sneakers and t-shirts. One of those flaming embers must have touched the ‘We On Fire Tonite’ G-Unit curtains and the rest is history.

This is my point though. A hurricane named Dolly will not burn down your house like an angry Black bitch with a face smeared with petroleum jelly will. You might have a broken window or two and some paint scratches on your car, but after you kick up a few bucks your shit will be back on the road.

*My second non-sequitur advice for the day is DO NOT get the tittays augmented. C-cups are actually more than we need. I personally prefer a B-cup and nipples the size of golf balls. If you really want to fuck around with your tittays have your surgeon implant two-thousand more nerve endings on the areola. I love that long hair that grows on the areola. I try to bite it. Then I tries to lick it. I uses it to floss with. Then I kisses it.

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NYC Has Purple Rain Tonight…

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

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What the ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’ has meant to countless weirdos is exactly what ‘Purple Rain’ means to me. It’s a chance for me to sing and dance with one the baddest, funkiest, most hardbody… Yes, I said it, MOST HARDBODY brothers to ever put shit d-d-d-down on these broads.

I don’t say this shit just because Prince Rogers Nelson is my friend on Facebook. I say this shit because Prince has touched more fine tail than the toilets at the Playboy mansion. Prince has beat the seat of of starlets like Kim Basinger, Vanity, Mayte, Olivia Newton-John, Sheila E., Cybil Shepherd, Chaka Khan, Sinead O’Connor (who is fly for a bald chick). I respect that man’s portfolio and I wouldn’t mind coming after him [ll].

Sloppy seconds is all I ever wanted in the first place.

Fuck around if you want NYC, this is where I am posting up tonight…

River Flicks For Grown Ups presents ‘Purple Rain’
July 23rd – 8:00pm
Pier 54 – West 14th Street @ 11th Avenue

Boo Brown, I see you out there playboy, let’s hit up that Remy Martin obama afterwards.

Cocaine Rappers R.I.P. 2008…

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

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That cocaine rap shit as real life is washed the fuck up. These fools that didn’t have the talent to make their cocaine raps cinematic stories like Raekwon and Ghostface had to resort to acting like they were the stars of their own big budget Godfather features.

I’m glad this shit is over with since no one in rap except for maybe JOELL ORTIZ, and of course NaS, had the courage to speak on the low, lowest end of that shit. Everybody is a fuckin’ boss, but nobody knows how they even got there. I have said this before on these internets and I will repeat myself for the uninitiated.

There are only three options for you when you fuck around with that drug shit…

  • death
  • imprisonment
  • utter devastation
  • The first two options are like getting away scott free compared to the last. If you have ever seen someone that you loved or admired get caught up totally by that drug shit then you already know the pain I’m talking about. The seller and the user have both sacrificed their humanity. You can spend a lifetime trying to get your shit back too. There is NO money that can remove that despair. You wonder what has happened to all the people you watched dying slowly. Sometimes, sometimes, they even haunt your dreams. You are them, and they are you. If I ever saw my big brother LES I would tell him that I was sorry for what I did to him and to the other people whose names I don’t even know.

    Fuck a Rick Ross!

    You really, really, for real, for real want to know how I know Rick Ross ain’t no official money getter? I watched this behind-the-scenes clip of one of his music videos. At 1:15 into the clip this jackass lights a C-note on fire. Even if that shit was a fake bill a real paper chaser wouldn’t trash that shit. He would somehow use it to get more real money.


    Peace to K.C. @ Urban Daily for the link.

    Maybe Rick Ross will take some of these busters with him into retirement.

    Making Cents From The Senseless…

    Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008

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    Today’s drop is sponsored (but not really) by Victoria’s Secrets steel underwire bras for men and women and Patron Reposada. The orange fuckin’ box.

    What if Foxy Brown and Rick Ross hooking up is an arranged marriage by the t.I.’s at Universal Music Group? And why not? The t.I.’s realize that the game needs a female rapper to step up and get some shine. Foxy Brown could be a hot commodity with her provacative looks (read: really bulbous breats) and her street cred at an all time high. The only problem is that Foxy has become somewhat institutionalized. If she is free to roam in the public sector then he is likely to throw a brick at someone who crosses her. Real talk is that homegirl needs supervision.

    Step in another one of UMG’s properties , er, artists, Rick Ross. His background as a correctional officer might just provide the stablility that Foxy Brown needs to complete her next album. The correctional system in Florida is one of the most hardbody detention systems here in America. They are a privately owned corporation that can legally beat kids to death. Rick Ross hopefully won’t have to do that to keep Foxy in line, but if he did, he would get off all charges.

    Rick Ross might be mad at Trick Daddy for exposing him as an federal agant but Trick Daddy has been on the other end of that coin as well, literally the wrong end. Peep his history with Detroit’s Trick Trick. It makes sense to me that a syndicate of corporations that own stock in the prison industrial complex would consign their employees to portray characters that would ultimately drive business upwards by helping to maintain the flow of inmates. It’s the hustle of the flow.

    “The number of women in prison, a third of whom are incarcerated for drug offenses, is increasing at nearly double the rate for men. – The Sentencing Project

    I’m certainly not going to blame rap music for this shit either, but it isn’t helping solve the problem. America puts too many people in jail. Period. Of course, there are the unsociable motherfuckers more 7:30 than the Joker, but the overwhelming majority of inmates are being held for non-violent crimes. And most of that is related to narcotics in some way. Why else do we continue to build jails if they aren’t profitable? Gas prices continue to escalate and car manufacturers don’t stop building automobiles either. I always wondered if Sunoco or Shell owned stakes (stocks) in Daimler-Benz?

    This is what I mean by making sense of the senseless. If profit is the motivating force of capitalism then who stands to gain the most at the end of the day. Those are the dudes that run this rap shit.

    ** BONUS BULLSHIT **

    The top 10 jail movies of all time…

    Penitentiary

    Coonskin

    48 Hours

    Escape From Alcatraz

    Papillion

    The Running Man

    Fortress

    The Shawshank Redemption

    The Green Mile

    And what was that movie with Niggerlas Cage?