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May 28, 2007

Cypher of Life

There has been a lot of talk about hip hop being dead, but I'm here to say it's alive and well. I'm actually going to say that It's not even in a coma like Terri Schiavo, on vacation like George Bush, or Even in hiding like Bin Laden. However I will say that it has moved, just like everything else in the world hip hop has gone full circle back to the hood. Like it's glory years of the 80's and early 90's when going gold meant you were the king of music we all love. Real Hip Hop can now be found in the barber shops, on public access video shows, open mics, block parties and on something called mixtapes.

Why is everybody Mad at the South For?

I need you to open your minds for a few minutes, and think back to the beginning of the Hip Hop era when you had groups like the Fat Boys, and Sugar HIll Gang rapping and just having fun w/ lyrics like:" but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast, rock it up baby bubbah baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie." Lyrical genius? No. Fun? Without a Doubt. It's the same thing people like Fabo of D4L is doing right now today just b/c he's not a supreme wordsmith like Nas does not mean that Hip Hop is Dead b/c they play his song 50-11 times on the radio. For every Fabo there are 12 Nas type rappers out there spitting the raw and real hip hop it's just people like you and I don't buy their records. Question? Do you know who Joell Ortiz is? Well Joell is the newest member of Aftermath record and he went through a hell of a lot trying to get a record deal, not b/c he's not fiyah b/c the kid is hotter than a nine you'll find at Columbine. It's an image thing, but just like we can't depend on our government to give us what we want, we also can't depend on our favorite record labels giving us the hot music we deserve. Check out what I'm talking about:

King Of Rock

As we speak hip hop might have lost it's mind, but hey I like it so I can't complain. Rappers are Rockstars. With songs like Party like a Rockstar, and the emergence of Skulls, belt chains, and the return of pants that fit and tight shirts I wonder how the real rockers of the 80's feel about their style being swiped. Not like your avg rocker can beat your avg rapper. Well cept Sticky Fingaz I know y'all all remember when he got Knocked out on MTV by the 7 foot skateboarder which turned out to be the end of his music career. But hey I like it so I can't complain it beats seeing a dudes skid marked stain drawers walking around the hood w/ their pants down to their knees. Hip Hop is a culture and like any culture it's progressing and growing up. One of the problems is that they fail to categorize our music like they do others. Think about how easy it would be to find new music if you walked into FYE and instead of a hip hop & R&B section you see separate sections like: Southern Rap, Trap Music, East Coast Rap, Underground Rap, West Coast Rap, Midwest Rap, Political Rap, and the ever popular Commercial Rap. Instead of walking into the store and seeing a Common album right next to Cold Killi Nigga Crew CD. I mean it worked for Rock b/c there is Punk Rock, Soft Rock, Hard Rock Classic Rock... I can go on but you get my drift.

Hip Hop has Heart

In closing Hip Hop is more than music it's a movement it's the corner stone of urban expression and it's not dead you just have to be willing to go out and find it there are a lot of artist out there who does their thing and spit from the heart, and are trying to bring the music back to the glory days when lyrics mattered. But they are not getting any help when you buy the bootleg. With the expansion of the Internet the numbers are taking a beating. I'm sure that platinum is nice, but when was going gold a failure? It's still a major accomplishment when the artist probably sold 300,000 in downloads and another 200,000 in bootleg and a couple hundred thousand more and hey let me borrow your Lil Wayne CD I'll give it back next week and it's never seen again sales. Music is currency and we are all emcees in a cypher of Life spitting energy into the lungs of Hip Hop.

Is Hip Hop Dead? What do you love about Music and who are you bumping that people aren't up on?

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May 27, 2007

Metro-Mania



In the era of the down low brother there is a metrosexual revolution taking place that is quite disturbing to me. Now I myself once thought I was a metro but living in Atlanta for the past 2 years I have come to the conclusion that I am not. While on my club tour the last 2 months I noticed that there are dude that go way over the top when it comes to fashion. My mind brings me to a blog Kristie Lynn wrote which basically says we're just getting old but Funk That! It's a damn shame when men get their toes done so they can rock clear air force ones or coochie sandals. To men who no longer go to the barbershop but rather the salon to men w/ doobies and perms, or who wear bright colors w/ matching everything am I behind the times?




I'm from an era in time where you wore your timberland boots unlaced, from where the hot thing to wear was a Levi jean set and a fitted baseball cap. Growing up style was simple now I was always willing to do my own thing when it came to style and I look back and say what the hell was a wearing. Example a pair of black plastic pants w/ lime green stitching, Times and a black shirt and lime green hat. I ran across this picture and gasp a silent WTF!! The very next picture was me in a Bright Orange and blue shirt w/ Fish on it that i purchased from Old Navy. Mama Why did you ever allow me to purchase such a thing? What really took me over the top is the amount of rappers who are well just plan weird and the citizens who strive to not only be like them but out do them. Last week when I was at the club i saw a guy in a pink and pistachio green leotard... Okay well maybe it wasn't a leotard but still it was just too much. Is it just me or are the men of today just trying to do too much!

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May 25, 2007

Porn & Couches

It's been around since the days of the caveman, archaeologist have discovered primitive drawings of penises going into vagina's on the walls of caves. I often wonder if the cavemen couldn't club a  women and dragged them back to cave, if they just stood in front of these walls and beat off to their works of art. After all masturbation is so easy I'm sure a caveman could do it, right? Fast forward to the 90's and while in high school I only had access to step dad's old porn and it seemed to me that hairy coochie was in, and that nothing went with hairy cooch like some good old blinky blink synthetic music w/ horns and strings. But what I also noticed is that they fucked in beds.
 Now as I am an adult and w/ the technology of the Internet porn is only a click away, sites like pornotube & Zshare stream porn for free! This is great! But I noticed one thing is missing from the porn revolution and that is the bed. In most porn after 2002 I'm noticing that beds are null and void. Whether outside, or in the house there are no beds. Just couches and not just couches Love seats! While in my drought I clicked on a link at Zshare for this new movie called Horny Mother's and Daughters when I saw the title I thought to myself wow how great is this MILFS and Barely Legals mixed and they were black! Mom comes home w/ her date daughter is on the couch doing her homework, mom sends daughter into the room, OK cool that should be expected right well we'll see mom go into her room have sex yada yada yada. But No mom proceeds to start sucking dick right in the middle of the living room, daughter comes out of the room sees mom sucking dick, mom catching daughter peeping and does what a black mom does... Curses her the fuck out and the girl is scared shit less, and then mom flips the script and decided to play teacher. "What you know about sucking dick! well you're going to learn today! and they proceed to take turns, doggy style, riding, riding from the back etc. But what shocked me most is they had a 3 some on the couch... and not just the couch the love seat!
I realized the benefits of this revolutionary sex toy, and I can honestly say I haven't had sex in a bed in months! Couches are the perfect place to have sex, it's not as threatening as the bedroom. You don't run the risk of falling asleep in the bed, and it's so tight that you have to cuddle. I remember when I was younger and I would have to plot the whole night to get a girl to come to my room. Not anymore Now I just cuddle up and make my move right on the couch, and there are a lot of tricks you can do too! like putting her on the back of the couch and eating her pussy, or even better bending her over on the couch since it will give her support to rest while she's being pounded from the back and nothing is better then seeing her w/ her head and neck bent up on the back of couch w/ her ankles on her earlobes! o0o0o that's so great! So again porn has thought me a new trick in the quest for booty. Thank you porn.

What have you learned from Porn?

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May 21, 2007

A While Back I Tasted Heaven

A while back while laying between the legs of a Goddess, I realized that I was a Greedy Kid growing up. I remembered when my mother would get off of work she would always bring home some sort of goodies. One morning my mother came in and dropped off a box of Whoopers on the table and went right to sleep. The box was damn near full and I took it upon myself to stroll into the kitchen and devour the whole damn box! She woke up and told me off and almost cried over that box of chocolate wafers... She told me I would have to pay her back!!!I just stood there mouth covered in chocolate goodness and said I'm sorry... Thinkin I'm 10 Years old how the Hell Am I'm going to pay YOU back.

Later on that day we went out to Bradley's (think walmart before steriods)  We Purchased some crap Probably He-Man Underwear Fruit of the Loom T-shirt and some other stuff, and as we stood in the Check out line I looked down and found $100 Dollar bill. I was so excited b/c now I could pay my mother back and still have money left over... Remember I was a Child Genius. So I tugged away on my mother's shirt. "Hey Ma' I found 100 Dollars" Tugg Tugg Tugg I just found a C-Note why is this lady ignoring me... Do I have to yell? "MOMMY I FOUND GAG!!!!!" She punched me in my throat, and snatched my money and placed it in her pocket. I stood there crying long string of Slob hanging from my bottom lips and my money in HER pocketbook. This was the first time I ever got robbed. We got into our little Green Jalopy and headed back to Elizabeth, once in the car she told me sorry I just didn't want anyone to take that money from you Mar Mar. Oh yea that made sense, but you could have acknowledged me. So we get to this Mom and Pops Toy Store in Elizabeth, where I just knew I was going to give her back her $2.00 and get a Game for my Sega a GI Joe Man, and a bunch of other toys. Once we got in I saw a pair of Skates. I said o0o0o Ma this is I want some skates I looked at the price $20.00 yes this is what I want and she picked them up, I went to the GI Joes, she went to the register. I turned around to hand my mother the Destroe and GI JOE that turned color's in the sun and she was no where to be found so I walked and found her standing in line... paying for my Skates... I managed to talk her into buying the 2 GI JOE's but that was the last I ever saw of that 100 dollar bill.

Oh Yesterday I get a knock on my door from my neighbor... I dreaded that knock b/c I knew it was someone who wanted to borrow something. And she said Lamar, Do you have some Rice I can Borrow... I'm thinking Borrow Rice? What the hell are you going to give it back? I'm not going to give you my good Rice... Hell N.... Then I remembered my boy was staying her w/ me and he Brought this cheap ass Mexican rice from the Gas station back in March. 

"Let me check!" I walked over to my cabinet and Sure enough it was still there. I gave her greedy ass that!!! Am I wrong?

A While Back I Tasted Heaven...

 


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May 19, 2007

Chicken & Brownies

Quote of the Day: "A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation."

My mind sat dormant in the bosom of time, riding on her back and allowing time to bring me any place it deemed necessary. My thoughts traveled to many places from the parties in DC, to the bliss of first entering her walls, to pain of receiving the phone call when she told me not to travel to NY b/c she just couldn't do it and then to my apartment in NJ. Many things happened in that place. That domain was the battleground for exotic love affairs, fights with crazy ex girlfriends to an entry level to a higher plateau of learning. My Boy Chuck had left me a half of L of Purple already rolled up w/ a little piece of playing card in the tip to maintain the barrel circumference to allow maximum psychedelic smoke to hit the lungs and launch ones mind into space.

I sat on the couch in my living room admiring all of the art work dawned upon my walls when I got the sudden case of the munchies. I didn't want to cook, I wanted something quick. There was one piece of lunch meat in the fridge and I wasn't in the mood for the good ole Peanut Butter and Jelly. I opened the fridge and what did I see? A nice Big Ole Fried Chicken Hungry Man TV Dinner. I don't know why I do this but every time I eat a microwavable dinner I read the directions... all of them. My mind on mars and I noticed that a dictator must work at the Swanson company. Orders being shouted at me in print.



 
  • Poke holes into the film of the mashed potatoes(mp)
  • Slice film over the corn
  • remove the film from the chicken and brownie
  • remove the brownie
  • cook for 5 minutes then stir the remove the film from the (mp) and rotate 60°

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  • flip chicken & cook for an additional 3 minutes
  • add brownie and heat for 1 minute

    WTF!!!!



    I just want a damn TV dinner so i can watch TV and be HIGH! and now I'm not even hungry anymore. I threw the box in the fridge and went back to sit on the couch. I picked up the remote control, flipped 2 channels and realized I was watching what was on the other channel. Then my brain got a text message from my stomach and told him to stop lying nigga you're hungry. I went back to the fridge looked at the directions again... fuck it! I ripped the plastic wrap off the black plastic tray hit 9-0-0 and then the high button, then START! I stomped back into the living room and plopped down on the couch and continued to watch TV until I heard the ding. I drowned my chicken in hot sauce and proceeded to eat the wing, drumstick and some other mystery piece of chicken that I'm not sure what the hell it was but I do know it tasted GRREATTT.

    You see I refuse to be a sheep to anyone. I am and will always be my own person. I follow directions for the most part but I do it in my own way. There is a fact that some orders/Laws are simply stupid. I know I created the blog laws but that's different. I'm the evil dictator in this world. Muuahahahaha!! But people who are in lock and key w/o a thought of their own need to smell the coffee and wake up. People will follow the code totally unaware they are selling them self short of their potential. They will buy the latest piece of fashion cause Beyonce or Jay-Z has it on, they will spend thousand on the latest rims, they will give their right arm for a product promising to make them the hottest thing this side of the sun. Because deep down inside they hate them self. No I'm just playing but because most guys can't get girls w/o the fancy car, big chain or big wad of cash. Most woman are unaware that they are just as sexy with their hair in a pony tail and sweat pants as they are if they wear pumps and those jeans which highlight the crack of their ass. Well continue to wear the ass crack jeans Xilla loves those...

    Read Between The Lines.

    Allow your mind to ride the back of time, where does it take you?

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