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WALE: The Best Kept Secret…

Sunday, June 1st, 2008

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*Salute to GeekDown*

Beats and rhymes.

That is where you gotta go in.

The start and the finish.

The alpha and the omega.

First there was the word.

After the drum, of course.

The beats reigned down.

Thunder clap in day time.

The word is the truth.

repeat and rewind.

That is Hip-Hop in its base form.

Stripped down to nothing.

Nothing has a mathematical value.

So even nothing has a value.

But you already know.

Basically.

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The Wale ‘Mixtape About Nothing’ is the best rap album since the KanYe West mixtape ‘Can’t Tell Me Nothin’.

Coinidence?

Both have more continuity than 99.63% of all the albums released today. They are the proof that concept albums can still work if the artist understands the overall concept.

That and the word nothing.

I have on my late pass to fuck with Jean Grae and Wale. Here’s your late pass. Rock it.


‘The Opening Title Sequence’
The verses about the New Jersey Nets and Eddie Murphy are both 2008 candidates for ‘Rap Verse’ of the year.


‘The Freestyle (Roc Boys)’
The Oksana Baiul reference had me getting my Surya Bonaly right [ll].


‘Vacation From Ourselves’


‘The Grown Up’
The Bet Kept Secret killed the music on this mixtape.


‘The Cliche Lil Wayne Feature (It’s The Remix Baby!)’
Nike boots.


‘The Hype’


‘The End Credits’

BLACK SWAN x 10DEEP = WALE Mixtape Party

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BLACK SWAN x 10DEEP = WALE Mixtape Party

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Chillaxin’ after the show

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Best. Fitted. Evar.

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One of the most important people in rap music. No, this is not Eskay.

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The mixtape game going hand to hand.

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WALE = official.

Supreme… Not so much.

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Shout out to the Ambassador.

Eff ‘yo TV!

The internets is prime time.

DP Dot Commenters!

I got this 10xDeep party swag for you FREE.

One(1) t-shirt and Wale ‘Mixtape About Nothing’ gets snail-mailed to the first commenter.

And The Hits Keep Coming…

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

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Editor’s note: The Ambassador goes in on why she watches football in the first place. Guess what, it ain’t the tight pants.

I’m not about to act like I know much about football, because I don’t (Vernand Morency is proof of this), but I at least thought I knew who was going to win the Super Bowl. Well, once again, I was wrong. But I know I’m not the only one who is feeling like an idiot right now! I can’t recall speaking to anybody that thought that the Patriots would lose. Then again, I do go to George Mason – maybe the people I was speaking to took me out of context and thought I was talking about the infamous GMU Patriots who actually did win their last game. And, of course, they also had a recent win against VCU. Mason vs. VCU is pretty much the Super Bowl of the Colonial Athletic Association when it comes to basketball, so…well, let me stop bragging about my school. We’ll save that kind of talk for March Madness time.

Anyway, here we stand. Another Super Bowl Sunday behind us. And truthfully, I’m kind of glad. While Charles Grant was busy getting stabbed in the neck while he was out at a club, the Giants and Patriots players were warming up and practicing the most idiotic of dances to perform when the touchdowns would be scored, the pork patrol was loading up on donuts to provide sustenance for the long night of pulling over drunk drivers, fatasses across the country (in true American fashion) were making sure that they had a sufficient supply of buffalo wings and beer, and I found myself bored out of my mind. You would think that spending three years of my life on the sidelines of football games with a fake smile on my face while wearing a little skirt that barely covered my ass might make me enjoy football more. But alas, I still don’t even understand the game. Hell, I remember doing first and 10 cheers on the sidelines and not even knowing what a first and 10 meant. Not a good look. Actually…I take that back. The skirts trump the lack of knowledge. It was still a good look. Ah, high school. The good old days.

Speaking of the good old days, I realized that the only part of football that truly entertains me is the art of the tackle. So, I decided to utilize the great power of distraction known as YouTube to take a trip into the wonderful tackles of football games past. Take a look at what I found… and don’t worry, if you’re at work – just turn the sound off. They’re just as great in silence.


Joe Paterno took one hell of a hit in that video. This would also be the only tackle in this small bunch that I actually saw on TV when it happened. That was some crazy shit. Take into account how old he was when this happened and it’s even more amazing. I don’t think I’d even bother standing up after that one – I’d just coach the rest of the game from the ground. Joe Paterno is hardbody, sonn.


I have no idea who this is, but fast forward to the one minute mark for the slow motion replay. There is only one word to describe this clip: ouch.


This looks like the game wasn’t that big of a deal, but I’m sure the guy getting tackled in this one isn’t going to forget it. Word to Lil’ Jon, they were knockin’ some heads off in this one. Well, maybe not heads. More like helmets. Peep how far away it landed from the guy’s body!


Here we have someone named Ray Small getting laid out. But that’s not the best part of this video – check out the guy who tackled him after he made the hit. He looks so happy and full of joy. I think for a second his run actually turned into a skip. A trot perhaps. Ah, yes, the amazingly blissful feeling of fucking somebody the fuck up. Nothing like it. What a rush.


I had to throw this one in to defend cheerleading. Well, maybe this isn’t defending it, but it shows that we cheerleaders can take hits too. To my knowledge, this girl ended up with a concussion and ripped her ear off or something Mike Tyson-esque like that. This has to be the best cheerleading fuckup video on YouTube. Watch as her stunt partner pokes at her like road
kill while she’s out cold, and take notice of how the person recording it all doesn’t make a move to get up and help. Classic.

rocko Rocko Rocorski says…
“Helmets?!? DP Dot Com don’t need no stinkin’ helmets!”

CHOCOLATE CITY: The Movie…

Monday, January 28th, 2008

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Can ya’ dig it C.C.?

Did you know that the Ambassador likes to promote fascinating happenings on her spare time? I am a promotion machine when I feel the cause merits the attention, and this is one of those instances. Hear me out, this is worth your while – especially if you live in D.C. or give half a shit about the district and what’s going on in it. And I know there are some of you in the general area reading this. Even if you’re not from the area, you’ll be able to appreciate this because countless cities (if not all) across America are facing this same exact issue.

Two people by the names of Ellie Walton (a filmmaker for *Washingtonian*) and Sam Wild (a London based journalist) have created a documentary which focuses on the gentrification that is occurring in the taxed (but not represented) District of Columbia, entitled “Chocolate City”. Peep the trailer for the movie…

What makes this film stand out, in my opinion at least, is that it focuses on gentrification from the point of view of the people who are facing the negative effects of it – the citizens that are losing their homes. The people who aren’t the ones making money off of the change that’s occurring in their neighborhoods. You would think that in a city that is probably most known for its political atmosphere that issues such as these would be garnering more attention, but in true American fashion, issues like these just kept getting swept under the rug because they go along with the ever-popular capitalist mindstate. Where there is money to be made, dammit, the TI’s are going to continue to exploit that opportunity.

If you live in or around D.C., or if you’re really ambitious and would like to make a trip to the area, there are a couple screenings coming up where you can catch the film…

ambassador Jan. 31st, The Marvin Center at George Washington University (time: TBA), 2121 I St., NW

Feb. 10, Busboys and Poets, 4pm as a part of the Our City Film Festival, 2021 14th St. NW

For more info, check out http://www.choc-city.org/


AMERICAN IDLE…

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

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Editor’s note: Hip-HopDX’s Ambassador gives us her latest drop while stuck in D.C. Beltway traffic. This is way better than any cellphone novel.

As much as I find government and political science to be quite interesting, I can’t stand taking classes on the subjects. Why, you ask? Because I don’t have it in me to keep my damn mouth shut. Nine times out of ten, I’ll leave the room all fired up and pissed at the system because some other person in the class decided to argue with me about something and get me all in a political rage. Now, for a half Palestinian girl in today’s society with three-fourths of my government name being quite tricky to pronounce, added to the fact that I live in a very politically volatile area, it’s a misconceived problem when I rant about things like that in public.

Especially when I’m walking back to my car sporting my kaffiyeh around my neck, only to put the key into the ignition and start blasting some Immortal Technique, Non Phixion, Dead Prez, Paris, etc., with my windows down while I’m stuck in traffic. Allah forbid that I should come across an interesting looking rock on the sidewalk that I had the urge to pick up, or else I may find myself getting patted down in search of a slingshot. It seems that post 9/11 life is like American Idol for revolutionary minds…

“Randy, yes or no, what do you think?”
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randy “Yo dawg, she dropped it like it was hot when the pressure was on, dawg. She really showed some true passion for what she does. That’s dangerous to the competition. She could take them all. I say yes. This girl could win.”

“Now how about you Paula, yes or no?”
simon

paula “That’s a yes from me. So charming and charismatic. The people will love listening to her.”

“Well, that’s two out of three. It looks like you’re on to the next round.

Here’s your ticket to Guantanamo!”

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One of these days somebody is bound to get the wrong impression. I don’t even think I have to say what that impression might be – you’re probably already thinking it.

ambassador “Terrorist?!”

Ah, the power of media brainwashing. It’s ok – I’m not holding this against you. I hold this against the regional cable monopolies that control what television channels you’re able to receive. How coincidental is it that those who cannot afford to have hundreds of TV channels or a satellite dish that receives foreign programming are the ones that end up stuck with a small handful of blatantly biased television news sources? How coincidental is it that it is this same demographic that probably has the most reasons to revolt against its leaders, for it is these people that face the harshest realities of the injustices in our society on a daily basis?

If you ask me, it’s not coincidental at all.

This financially imposed technological disadvantage could be argued by an opposing point of view. You could say, “yo, there’s always the public library. You can hit that place up and pick up some books for free to read up on some true knowledge.” Yeah, you can. But thanks to the Patriot Act, that search for true knowledge at the library might just dig your already suspicious looking ass into an even deeper hole.

On top of all of that, living in a constant financial struggle is not a simple state of being. Many work excessive hours at minimum wage jobs that tire them out and leave them with little free time. Sitting down to read doesn’t exactly pay the bills or put a hot meal into your kids’ stomachs. It’s like this never-ending trap that people on the lower end of the financial spectrum are seemingly stuck in. It doesn’t help that public school systems just seem to further the problem, which is even scarier seeing as how the youth (better known as our future) is in their hands. Think about how many overly privileged kids end up in those “smart” classes. Think about the types of characters that end up on school boards. Think about how much attention and praise the kids who effortlessly do well in school receive, despite the fact that they’re not the ones that truly need that treatment.

Think about the children you see as you drive down the streets of the city, and then think of society in 50 years when it’s up to them to be running things. Those same kids that had information that will prove irrelevant to their futures shoved down their throats, in order for them to regurgitate those facts into passing scores on standardized tests so that the school doesn’t lose their federal funding due to the No Child Left Behind concept. And don’t be too sure that the No Child Left Behind program will meet its demise when Bush leaves office – the wording of the title of that program is no accident. What’s the next President going to do? Say, “OK, we can leave some children behind again”? Yeah, that sounds so “politically correct”, doesn’t it?

Meanwhile, a ridiculous amount of money is being poured into programs like Homeland Security. Security? Oh yeah, we’re a lot more secure now. The fact that you can still run up on Capitol Hill with a samurai sword, a bow and arrow, guns, ammo, and some explosive-looking devices is proof of that. It seems as if our government doesn’t have its own finances prioritized correctly. But who am I to talk? After all, I’m just a lowly taxpayer. Far be it from me to be concerned with how the government spends my hard earned money.

Issues such as the aforementioned ones could be listed and explained in a multi-volume book, so let’s get to the point. America achieved its sovereignty by revolution. This country’s independence was achieved by people speaking out, standing up, and fighting for what they believed in. It’s a part of our history. Fast forward a couple hundred years, and this same land is now (and has been) in need of some serious reform once again. The difference between then and now, however, is that these days there has been a sense of fear instilled by the various forms of information technology into the citizens that prevents them from speaking out against what they believe is wrong. I’m constantly shocked when people come up to me after I go off on a verbal tirade in a government class and say “Thank you. You said what I always think but can never bring myself to say.”

Despite what you may have been lead to believe about the definition of what constitutes a possession of “patriotism” is these days, it is not illegal to speak what’s on your mind. It is not illegal to seek truth and understanding. It is not illegal to demand change. Nor are any of the aforementioned actions “unpatriotic”. Quite the contrary. Demanding a stop to injustice, an improved life, and therefore a better country, is to me the highest form of patriotism. Caring enough about the place you live in to put effort into making it safe and just for you, your family, and those that will come after you is nothing but noble. Unite with those around you who share your same ideals for positive change. With unity comes strength, and with that unified strength can come powerful amounts of positive reform. You are doing nothing wrong by speaking out. However be aware that the goals you may possess for the future will require more than speaking. So for those that are able, take part in your communities. Reach out to the youth. Anything. It’s time to stop letting fear control you.

GLOBAL CLIMATE CHANGE CLOTHES…

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

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Editor’s note: The Ambassador is back with us for the new year.

Now don’t get it twisted, Virginia may be a Southern state, but it gets damn cold here during the wintertime. Probably just as cold as it gets up in DP’s neck of the woods, except with less snow. Or so I thought.

I know I’ve been lazy lately, and I know I’ve been sleeping a lot, but I didn’t think I was hibernating. However that’s the only explanation I can muster up that seems to explain the fact that I woke up this morning (er…afternoon) to the month of April.

Wait…it’s not really April? I’m awake right now? You mean I was outside this afternoon, chillin on the concrete step behind my place, eating my cereal in a wifebeater and no jacket…in January?! Now I know what you’re all thinking – global warming, Al Gore was right, “I wonder what the Ambassador looks like in a wifebeater?”. Yeah, don’t act like I don’t see you.

Well, according to the notoriously incorrect weather forecaster types on the local news, we Virginians have the West to thank for this wonderful weather. While our Cali friends are getting shitted on by rain and their homes are sliding down hills faster than Starbucks’ stocks before they replaced their CEO, we here in the usually-forgotten-about Mid-Atlantic are in paradise. Supposedly it has something to do with a warm front that the storm system out West is pushing across the country, but who needs technicalities when there’s springtime air to be inhaled?

I’m sure there are still a lot of you reading this who swear that this freak occurrence is caused by global warming, or as most scientists would more properly name it these days, global “climate change”. Well you know what I say? Hit up my cell phone the next time you’re having a house party, because I bet that you believers of the heat know how to set shit off. There is a
simple logic to this: the hotter it gets, the less clothes people wear. Well, at least if you’re not one of those white boys who goes outside in the snow in some shorts. That is one phenomenon that I have never been able to understand. Somebody enlighten me, please.

In all seriousness (or maybe not), climate change is a nudist’s dream come true. With a rise in average temperatures, I predict a rise in Victoria’s Secret stocks, gym memberships, and trips to the salon to get a Brazilian wax. Imagine taking a trip up to Canada in December and seeing the women walk around in miniskirts and the men out jogging in the morning shirtless? Oh, the possibilities.

So as I shed some layers in honor of this meteorologically gorgeous day, I’ll leave you with the poignant words of one Cornell Haynes Jr.: “It’s gettin’ hot in here, so take off all your clothes”. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some chlorofluorocarbons to spray in the general direction of the guy I just saw walking past my window.