That’s Why They’re Called The MSU Bears…

September 21st, 2007

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Editor’s note: BILLY SUNDAY doesn’t have too many friends at XXLMAG dot com because he writes shit like this…

Who’s going to Morgan U’s homecoming this year? I haven’t been to a MSU homecoming since the early 90’s Mobb Deep days. I remember how badly Morgan State wanted to come from under the shadow of Howard University. They would do anything to establish themselves as the top historically Black college in the metro Beltway area. If you ever went to a Greekfest picnic at Virginia Beach (pronounced VAAAAAH Beech) then you already know that Morgan gets little to no respect as far as HBCU’s are concerned.

It’s like this… Howard U is the top, then you got Hampton, Spelman was next (because they had all the stripper bitches), then Norfolk State, then North Carolina Central, then Fam U, Morehouse was always considered a fag school and Grambling had the world’s best marching band for decades. Morgan State didn’t even rate in the top 10 Black colleges. You couldn’t leave MSU with a bachelor’s degree and get anywhere in the world. You still need to get some paperwork from a classy white college if you want to have a career outside of managing a Foot Locker. At least the pre-law classes in Morgan State have benefited some of the MSU students.

By suing Lil’ Wang for a million clams these two young ladies are going to make their college degrees worth a whole lot more than the paper they are printed on. You could work for forty years with an HBCU degree and never earn a million dollars. At least these ladies will get something out of their college experience other than a whole lot of empty condom wrappers from tattooed nosering rappers. In some respects it seems a little unfair to Lil’ Wang that he should be getting sued because these ladies were clumsy and got themselves hurt. I mean, isn’t that why people run toward the stage during a Young Money concert? For the moment when these fools throw money at the crowd. Duh. I think these chicks might just be mad that they didn’t score any of the singles that Lil’ Wang threw in the air. They obviously weren’t hardbody enough so now they are trying to sue to get some of that Cash Money cash.

If I were Lil’ Wang I wouldn’t give these bitches shit.. Young Money don’t give these bitches no money, just dick in their tummy. Hey, they said that shit, don’t get mad at me because some scandalous broads want to file lawsuits to get their chips up. That’s another reason that Morgan State stays losing, because if this were Howard University these broads would get their money right by marrying rich. Just look at the broad that Chris Rock saddled up on. She lets him dip off and stab up white panties as long as he doesn’t make no more babies. Howard U bitches have the game on smash. I think I’m going back to their homecoming this year, for the fifty eleventh time.

Copp that new Lil’ Wang album for Kwanzaa so he can pay off these trifling hos.

SUPPORT THE JENA 6…

September 20th, 2007

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Support their right to justice today by doing something that involves NOT spending your money.

Remember that we vote with our dollars everyday.

UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE * UPDATE

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The Pardon Me Duke fam was chilling with Dr. CORNEL WEST while I was nursing a hangover. Peep their drop with pics and video footage from the AllHipHop dot com Social Lounge featuring Dr. WEST, PHAROE MONCH, DAVID BANNER, and MASTER P.

Allhiphop Week: The Social Lounge with Dr. Cornel West

O.J. SIMPSON, BARRY BONDS, MARC ECKO. WHO THE FUCK CARES?!?

September 20th, 2007

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O.J. SIMPSON still thinks that someone cares about his balls [ll], and schatte-selling wigger MARC ECKO wants us to care about BARRY BONDS’ record home run ball. Guess what? We don’t even give a fuck.

I wanted BARRY to have the all time home run record without an asterisk, because BABE RUTH doesn’t have an asterisk next to his record since he played in an all white league. Who the fuck cares where the actual ball he hit goes?

O.J. SIMPSON should just sit the fuck down already. I love the fact that he can hire a gang of dudes to strong arm steady some of his sports memorabilia (read: junk) from some hotel room, but no one thinks to ask these fools if they were also hired to merc’k his cocaine huffing ex-wife. I’m not saying he did it, but if he did do it, that’s how he did it.

All I know for sure is that the obsession with items that were touched by celebrities is reaching a fever pitch and I need to find a way to raise some money to keep the lights on here at DP Dot Com. Look what we have here. A pair of my soiled drawls from Jou’vert weekend.

Seriously, you need to copp these before MARC ECKO does.

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SONY WALKMAN’s ARE KILLING SHIT!

September 20th, 2007

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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…

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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