Archive for August, 2008

Vh-1 Does Care About Old Heads…

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

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Vh-1 was bound to get it really right sooner or later. They were bound to produce a hip-Hop Honors show where every honoree was truly iconic and important to the genre of art and music that we love called Hip-Hop. This year’s honorees are singularly incredible so as a combined production I think this will be a stellar evening.

As we blog I am already going in hard to get the i.C.’s red carpet access for real. This way we can actually dialogue with some of our heroes from the past twenty years. I have nothing but love for all the talent listed, especially the host, TRACY MORGAN. I’m going to find out if Dominican Lou is a big CYPRESS HILL fan.

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CYPRESS HILL needs no introduction for anyone that fucks with that funky, get high rap music. They have been touring and releasing albums since 1991. That is a long time to be pulling from the bong on that Cheech and Chong. I’m amazed these dudes can even make it to their show dates. When they hit the stage it is all business too. I’m predicting that Ice Cube and Snoop will help introduce them. How sick would it be if the Brooklyn spitter Joell Ortiz brought them out? Very sick should be your answer.

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TOO SHORT finally gets his due. Short Dog is one of Hip-Hop’s independent distribution pioneers. He was moving units all throughout Cali faster than .MP3 files. Short put Oaktown on the map in a serious way. I’m glad that Vh-1 recognized this man for his game.

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NAUGHTY BY NATURE is another group that is overdue from the golden age of Shout Rap. Naughty preceded Leaders of the New School, Onyx, and Das EFX as the premier group to shout in unison all their rhymes on the ends of stanzas. Considering how fast and furious Treach could deliver his rhymes you need to show that man Vin Rock some respect.

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SLICK RICK will bring the house down I guarantee. Everybody in the Hammerstein Ballroom will be singing ‘La-Di-Da-Di’ like no tomorrow. Will Doug E. Fresh perform with Slick Rick as well? I hope so. I will never forget my classmate KHALID SALES bringing that cassette tape to school with Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh performing ‘The Show’. KHALID taped the performance live at the Rooftop Roller Disco. Another one of NYC’s classic lost but not forgotten landmarks.

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DE LA SOUL might be the most influential group in Hip-Hop. Evar. You wouldn’t have the diversity of the genre without the seeds they planted almost two decades ago. How incredible do you think it is to be able to rhyme about just being yourself? Eminem, Wale, KanYe and every hipster rapper that has ever touched a microphone owes a debt to this collective. This is the most overdue award of all time. For once Vh-1 got their shit straight and is saving Hip-Hop. And by hook, or crook, I will be in the building to enjoy that moment.

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CHUUUUUUUUURCH!

BODY COUNT’s IN THE HOUSE 2NITE!

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

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1992 was a truly great year. Ralph Lauren released some iconic designs in his POLO clothing line. The Dream Team dominated the Summer Olympiad in Barcelona. And some of the best music ever made was also released in 1992.

Peep this line up…

The Chronic
Whut? Thee Album
Live and Let Die
Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde
The Predator
Mecca And The Soul Brother
Dead Serious
Stunts, Blunts and Hip-Hop
Return of the Funky Man
Spice fuckin’ 1
Daily Operation
Reel 2 Reel
Runaway Slave

All of those albums have classic material. Most are outright classics by themselves. With all that great Hip-Hop that dropped in 1992 why is my favorite album the Body Count debut? One word… Hard fuckin’ body. There was never an album that expressed the angst and frustration of a teenager, an African American teenager, in this graphic a manner. The Body Count album had EVERYTHING covered. Police brutality, social malaise, drug abuse, racial dystopia, and fucking parenticide were all themes in their music. No wonder the PMRC didn’t want kids hearing this shit. Can you imagine how many kids might have merc’ked their parents after realizing their tacit support of racism?

Nahh, kids wouldn’t have killed their folks either because most kids are smart enough to realize that someone other than them goes out and busts their ass to keep the ‘frige filled and the cable television on. Body Count’s album was straight up headbanger music. The type of shit to make you want to break a champagne bottle over someone’s domepiece like Puffy did to Steve Stoute. Better than all of that it made kids wanna hang together ansd mosh together. Good shit. And most importantly, it had motherfuckers shredding guitars.

Thursday is the new Saturday in NYC. Aunt Jackie is supposed to be in town too. For all I know she is prA’li a roadie with Body Count since they are all from LaLa land. I’ve got one of those days before me ready made for a bump of that yayze, but don’t worry party people I will only be OD’ing on Red Bulls and Belvedere.

BODY COUNT
Europa
98 Meserole Ave, Brooklyn
8pm

The after concert jumpoff will be DEDAN’s party ‘Elbow Room’ at Rehab Lounge – 25 Avenue B, East Village Manhattan

Speaking of rehab…

GOD please allow me to see Friday afternoon in one piece. I’m almost too old for this shit.

Thank God For DMX…

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

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Or else BILLY X. SUNDAY might have to go to jail.

If I had a high school diploma I might be able to wrap my head around the statistics that detail the incarceration rates for African American males. it’s some confusing shit like…

In twelve states, between 10 and 15 percent of adult black men are incarcerated.

  • In ten states, between 5 and 10 percent of black adults are incarcerated.
  • In twelve states, black men are incarcerated at rates between twelve and sixteen times greater than those of white men.
  • In fifteen states, black women are incarcerated at rates between ten and thirty-five times greater than those of white women.
  • In six states, black youth under age eighteen are incarcerated in adult facilities at rates between twelve and twenty-five times greater than those of white youth.
  • The gist of all this is that Black niggers stay getting locked up while white niggers don’t get broken off with bids as often.

    I’m not here to debate the causes of this shit. America is a racist country. Period. Point blank. White is shook to get on some equality shit because then they might have to get the proverbial shoe put on them as often as the Blacks catch it. White knows that shit ain’t no fun. White knows when to get the fuck outta Dodge. These are the same dudes that jetted from the Black plague, the potato famine and that faggy New Wave music from Soft Cell.

    *reminds self to play extended version of Tainted Love*

    Being Black sucks, yada, yada, yada. I didn’t have to watch CNN’s Black In America to know this. What is scaring the fuck out of me though is how much the list of people who are have-nots is increasing. It’s as if poverty were having an expansion draft. I’m not worried about being the first pick, but in the later rounds I might get selected.

    Being poor AND Black is just about the pits. You see how the poor were shot in the back in New Orleans? People were hungry and sick and BlackWater USA was allowed to shoot to kill if you were outside of your home after dark. If the rate of economic disenfranchisement continues at the rate of social disenfranchisement my ass will be getting arrested pretty soon.

    *note to XXL managers: send me that check*

    My one saving grace that is keeping me and several other African American males from being incarcerated is the fact that DMX tries his damnedest to get arrested every single day.

    A few weeks ago Dark Man X was arrested four(4) times in one day. Once in Miami. Then in Arizona. He was extradited to New Mexico on a bench wartrant, and then he was arrested in his sleep while returning to Arizona.

    How many motherfuckers can get a warrant while they are asleep? That is how bad ass DMX is. This fool is possibly the most hardbody rapper of all time and I want to personally thank him for being that gully.

    Every day the police are out arresting DMX that means that some lucky Black man gets a reprieve from brutality somewhere. That anonymous Black man is free to buy fried chicken wings from his favorite supermarket or chinese kitchen. He is free to enjoy Crystal light Mango Iced Tea from his favorite sippy cup while searching for downloadable video clips of his favorite adult actress(Lauren Phoenix) from his computer station in his parent’s basement. All because DMX carries the burden of others on his back.

    Not that I’m wishing any ill will on DMX, but at some point the authorities will incarcerate him which will mean that the arrests of regular semi-law abiding Blacks will have to increase again. I know my white understand how statistics and averages work. When that shit happens that DMX is put under the jail I am staying my ass in the fucking house until Mike Tyson shows his face.

    iron mike

    SLAP BOXING @ ROCK THE BELLS…

    Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

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    Editor’s note: 2DopeBoyz blog superstar and Sneaker Fiends Unite! west coast chairman Meka Soul recaps the Rock The Bells show from an L.A. state of mind.

    Consider this a Mek Dot Twitter of sorts, as these were the things running through my mind during the course of the festival. And by the way, Fluck A Twitter!

  • I finally ran into my compatriot, the undisputed truth seeker for the first time ever. A lot taller than I originally envisioned.
  • Of course getting my press pass wouldn’t be a simple task. This is a hip-hop festival of course, so an overabundance of nignorance would be omnipresent.
  • Listening to Wale perform while still trying to get this muh’fucking press pass. Telling me my pass would be available at 11am, then not delivering until 12:15pm? Just who do these YTs think they are, black people?
  • Ran into Wale after his performance. He recognized who I am from this blog. “I’m glad you’ve never talked shit about me.” Class. Sick.
  • dead prez came on too early the way they ripped their set. And DJ Beverly Bond is ridiculously finer in person than any picture can depict.
  • Rocking raw denim skinny jeans to the desert is even wronger than that “thing” that wants to work for Diddy. Someone’s parents failed them.
  • Who is this fly, honey-colored honey with the curly Afro and the camo wifebeater? Someone’s parents won.
  • Murs brings out DJ Quik. Nice touch. Now if he performed “Dollaz And Sense” or “Sweet Black Pussy,” that would have made my day.
  • Immortal Technique is a really angry person.
  • Chino XL? Where the hell did he come from?
  • I can never listen to “Ante Up” without thinking of this now.
  • One fat girl passing out, coming right up!
  • I was just recognized again by two random-ass people. Maybe I need to change my picture. Eh, I’m too lazy.
  • I wish Rakim was louder. I could hardly hear him over the beats.
  • Ketchums will be pissed to know that Pos from De La Soul is rocking his dream sneaks.
  • Backstage now… Raekwon looks higher than giraffe throats.
  • Raekwon is [ITALICS] higher than giraffe throats.
  • Michael Rappaport? WTF?
  • There are a lot of half-dressed women here. Can’t say that I’m mad though.
  • Double-O’s eye: yikes!
  • Let’s check out the second stage… *sees Tyga and some piff pocketer rapping to a shitload of high school hipsters, immediately turns around* I’m never returning to that bum-ass stage again.
  • Redman’s performance > Method Man and Redman’s performance > Raekwon and Ghostface’s performance.
  • Another passed out fat person! I’m noticing a trend.
  • What the fuck are the Black Eyed Peas doing here?
  • *falls asleep during Black Eyed Peas’ performance*
  • Pharcyde: back like they never lost a step.
  • Black On Both Sides > everything else Mos Def has done since, including this bum-ass performance. If I want to hear someone singing fucking Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes, I’ll go to a fucking Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes show.
  • That was actually the first time I enjoyed a Nas show. Almost makes me want to write about his new album like some crumb has been emailing me to do for a while now. Almost.
  • Oh great, Mos Def is back out, this time with Q-Tip. What, he forgot to sing a Minnie Riperton tune during his set?
  • Interesting… I got quite a few emails people threatening to punch me in the face at this show over the past few months, and here I am leaving the show unscathed. I must not be trying hard enough.
  • So there you have it. Surprised the hate spewing was at a minimum? Don’t worry; my shirt did enough work for me.

    kwt

    Civil War In Georgia? Wash, Rinse, Repeat…

    Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

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    Maybe there is some incommutable law written into the fabric of the universe that says “any place named Georgia has to set on fire every 150 years or so“?

    Ever since the USA destabllized Russia with our fast food and denim jeans there have been all these little uprisings from the ‘Stans.

    Uzbekestan
    Turkmenistan
    Azerbijan-Stan
    Stan Feingold (he just dislikes Russia on G.P.)

    Moscow is still as hardbody as they were in the olden days. Them fools is quick to drop some shells on a line of people waiting to get a loaf of bread.

    Imagine if the U.S. did that shit to the poor fucks in some area just because they were poor and hungry?


    *reflects on Hurricane Starrkeysha*

    Damn.

    I have been noticing recently that a lot of Russians are emigrating to America. They are filling some of the service positions that a different Asian immigrant would normally occupy. From Dunkin’ Donuts counter people to the cashiers at the truck stops along the Interstate routes, I recognize Russians for their distinct ethnic similarities.

    With everyone moving to Atlanta as it is I am sure there are Russians who are relocating there simply because the state is named Georgia.

    Ha, just what the Peachtree State needed, more crazy azz white.