Wednesday, January 30, 2008

And you thought all Jamaicans smoked....

This Jamaican lady at a London train station apparently had enough of second hand smoke. If you don't understand patois, I feel sorry for you, because this shit is fucking hilarious.

P.S. I like how every ignorant black person's insult for an Arab/Indian/Middle Easterner is to call them Bin Laden.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Prodigy--doing the knowledge

I'm a big Prodigy fan y'all. Ever since track 2 on "The Infamous" when he told tales of punching niggas in their faces for living. Virtually all Mobb Deep albums are classics, whether P chose to rhyme his words or not. I'm saddened by the reality that he has to go up north for 3 years, but thankfully he has left us a jewel. Peep this verse he drops on Rap City. You must listen until the end to get all the jewels.



This video is really only for those die-hard Prodigy fans. Not quite as insane as "Mac Ten Handle", but then again, how does one judge insanity once a certain point is crossed?

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

OLD SCHOOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK--ROCKERS-"The Takeover Scene"

This one here is for my bredren Sensi. Irie heights. For those not hip to the patois, this version has the subtitles. Learn something. Dirty Harry R.I.P.

Will the Patriots Go Down at the hands of the Giants? Let's ask Mercury Morris

First off, congrats to the Giants for giving a pre-gentry New Yorker like myself a chance to exhale. Hats off to all those dudes.

My mom(yeah I watched the game with moms, say something.) couldn't get over how a mother could name their child "Plaxico". I couldn't get a sufficient explanation to soothe her irritation.

On to the news. This clip is from a couple weeks ago, but Mercury Morris is really the champ, regardless of who wins in Arizona.

Greatest shit talker of 2007(with 50 still pulling a strong 2nd), and so far Morris is running '08. Play this one for your kids next time you feel like taping them to a chair.





2008 PROMISES TO BE REAL GOOD FOR RAP IF THE MUSIC I'VE HEARD THUS FAR IS AN INDICATOR. FUCK NO I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT SOLDIER BOY. CHECK THESE LINKS FOR WHAT WE CALLING "THE NEW OLD SCHOOL".

STARPOWER PUTS CRAZY LYRICS OVER BULLION MASH-UP OF THE BEACH BOYS AND J DILLA


CAVALIER HAS RELEASED A DEBUT ALBUM- the breaking - AND THE FIRST 14 OF HIS UNBELIEVABLE WEEKLY FREESTYLES.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Does Rap Cause Seizures?

This is some crazy shit right here folks. A Queens, NY woman, Stacy Gayle, apparently catches epileptic seizure from listening to rap and reggae music, especially Sean Paul.



I always thought he was nothing but a fake-ass SuperCat wannabe anyway, but damn.

Could it be that black people are starting to lose the soul in their soul music? Or is this just a mere coincidence? Bobby Hemmitt lectures on the medicinal properties of music, how certain frequencies can stimulate the pineal gland in the center of the brain.


Read more about it here

If Soldja Boy makes another song, I may develop epilepsy my damn self...

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Y'all Must Have Forgot (About Roy Jones Jr.'s rap career)

In honor of the fight coming up between two of my all-time favorites (Roy Jones Jr. vs Felix Trinidad), I had to hit y'all with this track right here. For those who don't know, Jones basically runs down the history of his most memorable fights. The greatest line in this song(and possibly all rap history):

"You remember the left hook that James Toney got/ A sucker move I got from a gamecock/ Y'all must've forgot!"

I can't even say I'm rooting for either fighter, because I love them both so much. But they're both out of their prime, so pay-per-view will not be jumping off at my crib.

Monday, January 14, 2008

OLD SCHOOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK--TOM'S DINER, Suzanne Vega

Real recognize real. This is too classic right here. You don't know about this, you ain't hip hop.

Hot Jamz, A Dope Assed Party



Whereas I should've spent my Saturday night working at a wack ass yuppie Manhattan bar, I wisely decided to spend my time at Hot Jamz, a monthly party at Brooklyn's Southpaw. It's thrown by a bunch of real hot ladies, who know even more real hot ladies.

My team was in rare form that night, having guzzled an entire bottle of Mango-flavored Cruzan Rum on the two block walk to the spot. The theme of the party was 90's music, by far my favorite. Let me run down the highlights of the night:

1. DJ Kool Kear: This dude is the fucking man. He spun all my joints that night. But the funniest moment of the night, by far, was when he threw on "Jungle Fever" by Stevie Wonder. I couldn't help but laugh when I looked around and saw my whole team of BMIG negus(look it up, it's a good word) impaling all the white women in our vicinity. In my defense, I did try to holla at just about every sister up in there though!

2. "Brooklyn Queens" by 3rd Bass: Again a nod to DJ Kool Kear. Most hip hoppers know about MC Serch, but nowadays it's mostly in reference to that White Rapper Show. I tend to remember the good days. And in those days, I fucked with this song real hardbody.

3. SupaNova of The Project/New Rap Order: My brother from another mother, I love Nova for his unforgivable honesty. You know just how he's feeling at all times by the look on his face. Like when "Juicy" and "Shook Ones Pt. 2" came on, he started a moshpit that scared all the ladies around us(mad funny, if you're part of the mosh that is). But when Kear threw on "Supermodel" by RuPaul, you could've cut glass with the stare Nov had on his grill.

4. Shorty that allowed me to pick her up and throngst her: Nuff said, thanks baby. I'll catch your name on the flipside. I ain't big on the one-night stand thing, but I would've taken you home and made a lady out of you. Or a dirty little whore. Either way we would both have smiled.

5. 90's music theme: 80's parties are a bit too gay for me to fuck with, and oldies parties just don't cut it after a few hits. Aside from a dancehall bashment, this is my type of jam. Here is a list of my favorite cuts from the night:

Pump up the Jam by Technotronic: I never listened to that joint in public back in the day for fear of being labeled a queer, but now that I'm older, I worked a nice honey to this.

Straight Outta Compton: appropriate for all situations.

That Kid Frost joint I don't know the name to.

Gypsy Woman by Crystal Waters-- You better ask somebody.

Bitches Ain't Shit by The Dogg Pound--Sorry ladies, but this shit is just too ill. If they only used their powers for good...

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Knick Bag of Funk



The MSG channel in my cable package has become as obsolete as BET. I can't watch the Knicks much longer this season. As a lifelong fan, I feel I've earned the right to a sabbatical.

I cried many a night watching the ol' blue, orange, and white fall to MJ and Reggie. Sure we'd get dunked on and three's down our throat, but we would fight to the finish, game 7s and all that. But these days, the team has lost its pride-something I never thought I'd see in my lifetime. Marbury(or Strawberry, as i call him) needs to focus on pushing those sneakers into more stores so i can get a pair finally.

I can't say how good or bad Isiah is as a coach with such a puss-ass team, but he needs to move on already.

Here's an example of the way the Knicks used to do it:




I come from the

1. Mark Jackson

2. Gerald Wilkins

3. Johnny Newman

4. Charles Oakley

5. PATRICK EWING


days. straight cheese. Special shout to Anthony Mason and Xavier McDaniel. They breathed the breath of the city. They had heart and balls, corazon and cojones. Bring that old thing back!