Worthy.

I kind of had them in some sort of order, I’ll edit and add what is what later…just watch them ALL. Hilarious I promise.

Just A Friend. Check it out. Me versus me. Albee Square Mall. Vapors.

Make the Music with your Mouth.

Wiki.

The Biz was and still is extremely influential to Hip Hop. I’m not sure if there will be another artist comparable, duke had his own lane. A personal favorite.

Short story: “Make the music with your mouth” took on new meaning with me and a few of my hombres. Basically, fellatio = Said song = Us asking whether or not a chick biz markie’d or said song. Apologies on your behalf if you don’t get it.

Below is a poem my english teacher sent to me after I turned in a rough draft of an essay. You can laugh on my behalf…

Eye halve a spelling checker

It came with my pea sea

It plainly marques four my revue

Miss Steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word

And weight four it two say

Weather eye am wrong our write

It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is made

It nose bee fore two long

And eye can put the error rite

It’s rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it

I am shore your pleased two no

Its letter perfect awl the weigh

My checker tolled me sew.

Excerpts from WorldNetDaily:

With virtually no fanfare, President Bush signed into law a plan ordering the government to take no more than six months to set up a “national contingency plan” to screen newborns’ DNA in case of a “Public Health emergency.”

The new law requires that the results of the program – including “information … research, and data on newborn screening” – shall be assembled by a “central clearinghouse” and made available on the Internet.

According to congressional records, S.1858, sponsored by Sen. Chris Dodd, D-Conn., was approved in the Senate Dec. 13, in the House April 8 and signed by Bush April 24.

The bill, she said, strips “citizens of genetic privacy rights and DNA property rights. It bill also violates research ethics and the Nuremberg Code.

“The public is clueless. S. 1858 imposes a federal agenda of DNA databanking and population-wide genetic research,” Brase continued. “It does not require consent and there are no requirements to fully inform parents about the warehousing of their child’s DNA for the purpose of genetic research.

>>Maybe one day in the not so distant future people will not only judge each other by class, sex and color, but also what deficiency you may have in your genetic sequence. How great will that be. I can’t wait for those days to arrive.

I can see it now, “Hey babe how you doing, you looking righteous today…uhm any chance you’ve got your DNA scan tron on your person, I wouldn’t mind comparing stats. You seem like a match, but you can’t be to careful this days…They just discovered a new cancer gene in the lower helix…”.

It took eight years for your individual freedoms to be removed right from under you without anyone even noticing. And this last salvo by this administration (to include the House and the Senate) may have been the real dozy’.

*laughs to keep from crying*

Dj DMD feat. Lil Keke and Fat Pat. 25 Lighters.

This is a classic. I’m not mincing my words. From the girls with the beehives and dookie braids to the house party/cookout and cats with gold pinkie rings. To the old school lexus gs. I still want an old school gs. The 90’s spawned some incredible music. Furthermore, you could still play this at a party and people would vibe.

Sidenote: This isn’t a music blog. Just my slant of late. Music.

RIP Fat Pat.

expose is here.

Mos performing Dollar Day before being rudely interrupted by the finest…

Video montage for Dollar Day. Powerful Video.

True Magic. Undeniable.

U R the One.

When we met your face so brown
Ya ass so round, of course I’m so down
Wish I knew then what the fuck I know now
Couldn’t read the signs in the road: “SLOW DOWN!”
I’m too deep in the road now
Got me pulling over getting smoked out
Fighting tears that I can’t hold down
Can’t believe it, this fucka’s got me weeping
I keep it a secret so my friends won’t peep it (live man?)
But late in the evening I’m up, my chest heaving
I’m reaching in the dark and I’m looking for the reason
(WHY!)
Did our love have to die?
You and I were so fucking fly
Can’t get it off my mind
The things that made me smile now make me cry

You are the one
You’re the one!
FUCK YOU!!

I wish we never met, I wish we never kissed
I wish we never touched (I swear to God)
I wish I didn’t love you so much
I wish I could forget how feel, how you f–
(Damn) That’s a lie
The shit that made me smile, now make me cry

You are the one
You’re the one!
FUCK YOU!!

Sometime I wish we’d come back
Man, I wish we’d come back
(Memories!)–No lie
For real?
Fuck that

No, for real
It’s a dangerous necessity, it’s a world famous mystery
Love

That’s it
Peace!

Thug is a Drug.

Quick question…
You ever felt like the realest nigga alive?
Felt too pretty or powerful to die?
Tell the truth…
You ever felt ugly enough to cry?
Have you ever begged for mercy?
Have you ever wished you died?
Tell the truth…
Have you ever taken pride in the crime?
Been too hungry to break down or hide?
Felt low down dirty? Or super duper high?
Or contemplated murder, robbery, or suicide?
Tell the truth…
Taken medicine for trouble in your mind?
Or taken down a number? For taking up a scheme?
I made her wild, beautiful take her ’til she skeet?
Take her to the penthouse or take her to the skreet?
Tell the Truth…
So the waterman he take it to the beat
And I take it to the ‘mic
So we takin’ what we like
Take it to your neck
We gon’ take it to the bank
Triple X, Killa K
Black we take it to your face
Like, Gheeeaaa…”BANG BANG”

Crime & Medicine.

Strange Times
Everybody got their get high (Oh my)
Their get right, their get nice, they get by (Oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want mine
As long we can get it we ain’t got to say why
I don’t mean to pry, you ain’t got to lie
We ain’t got to speak when it’s written in the eyes
Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm
She had a young girl’s smile and a hustler’s charm
Dying from the city where the hustler’s are born
Made, traced, murdered, replaced
Life-long residents barely feel safe
And the street’s offer plenty taste and little faith (Break it down)
Little face, soft lips, little waist (Break it more)
Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super dupa fly, born in 85
Repeat it to yourself: This is a victimless crime
Psyche your mind there’s a victim every time
Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill
Pray won’t leave you still, you wonder how it feel
It’s real, pussy like some money that you steal
Ewwwwwwwwww

A Ha.

Dollar Day.

So there’s a story about the lady in Louisiana
She’s a flood survivor and the rescue teams
They come through, and they, I guess tryna recover people
And they see this women she’s wadin through the streets
I guess it’d been some time after the storm
And I guess they were shocked that you know she was alive
And rescue worker said, “So, oh my God h-how did you survive
How did you do it? Where’ve you been?”
And she said, “Where I been? Where you been?”
Hah, Where you been? You understand?
That’s about the size of it

Napoleon Dynamite.

The emperor, subjects, and his dogs
Fuck you all

Napoleon’s dynamite blew up in his face
You busy handin out plates, now get yourself a taste
Yum, gravy over lips teeth and tongues
Price that you pay for thinkin e’rybody dumb
Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised
Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried fried
I betcha little hitler hollered cry cried
When the opposition forces came to take him back BACK
(Always gonna be hounded fella, by the local police)
Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we don’t assume

Secretly you probably relate
Loud lung tyrant, now YOU be quiet
Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth
Your deeds are on file, take your testament is bupkis
I feel like Lazarus, steppin out the grave
To give reporters of his death, the world’s greatest nay
It ain’t hear or say, you can see it for your own two
Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to
But I know you, you won’t and can’t do
Seamstress and lies are bustin up your handle
Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister
You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher
Shell position fill your old tradition self
Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself
Now your project sinks tub leakin
Hand over head and the sticky red is seepin
Weepin willow goin on and ape shit
Little homey onlooker shout,”He ain’t gon’ make it!”
The moment where bullies find God
Dumb-ass, he been on the scene all along
Tried to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax
The brick wall on your cheeks worse than Imax
Heavy child I know you wish you never tried black
Dante air blow craft you can’t hijack
Yes, but really I digress
Let me step aside and let the EMS clean up the drecks
Extra gore soak the medics to they own asshole
I pray peace on your soul now BEGONE~!
Movin on, to deeper brighter better and more
FREE
There is Way. Sun, Moon, Stars. Murder of a Teenage Life.

Fake Bonanza.

…Gladiator, circus world
Glamour, pussy, pimp, ho good and serve us world
Paranoid, itchy trigga nigga nervous world
Shade-tonic natural order in reversal world
The ipod, no God, zero circle world
The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world
The killer murder world, hamburger murder world
Open twenty-four hours, all about them dollars
Pretty poison, devoid choices
Cold coffee and more coffers, fake bonanza

Perfect Timing. Lifetime.

I’m calling this a classic album. I’m fairly sure I did when it came out. I remember being pissed that hip hop fans and peddlers didn’t receive it the way I thought it should have been. So, yes I have a problem when the idoicracy doesn’t agree with me. The problem I have calling this a classic album in hip hop terms is that he has albums that could be argued are better. Well this a classic in terms of music. No actually, it just happens to be a favorite of mine and I believe some of the songs have far more meaning today than they did when the album dropped. This could be due to incredible foresight possessed by Mos or things haven’t changed much since 2006. Sadly it’s the latter. The issues that are broached are made palatable by Mos. From poverty, prostitution, Government lacking on every level and hip hop being devoid of rappers targeting real issues. This album is CYNIC APPROVED.

Wiki. Ain’t no sunshine. Lovely day. Use Me. Just the two of us. Lean on me.

Coming soon…Al Green.

“It’s not paranoia if it’s true”
— A Scanner Darkly

“I know you believe you understand what you think I said. But I am not sure you realise that what you heard is not what I meant.”
— Alan Greenspan (Chairman of the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve)

“If I say something which you understand fully in this regard, I probably made a mistake.”
— Alan Greenspan (Chairman of the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve)

“Just look at us. Everything is backwards; everything is upside down. Doctors destory health, lawyers destroy justice, universities destroy knowledge, governments destroy freedom, the major media destroy information and religions destroy spirituality.”
— Michael Ellner

“The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.”
— Joseph Mengele

“Millionaires dont use astrology… the billionaires do.”
— J. P. Morgan

“When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money.”
— Cree Prophecy

“If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience.”
— George Bernard Shaw

“It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.”
— Voltaire

In a Native American parable, the Creator gathers all the animals and says: “I want to hide something from humans until they are ready for it - the realization that they create their own reality - ”
“Give it to me. I’ll fly it to the moon,”
says the eagle. “No, one day soon they will go there and find it.”
“How about the bottom of the ocean?”
asks the salmon. “No, they will find it there too.”
“I will bury it in the great plains,”
says the buffalo. “They will soon dig and find it there.”
“Put it inside them,”
says the wise grandmother mole. “Done,”
says the Creator. “It is the last place they will look.”
— Native American Legend

Regulators. This DJ.

Warren G.

Between school and my real life I’ve neglected my blog. My thoughts when I started this blog was to provide my commentary to whatever issue was relevant at the moment. It’s apparent, I haven’t. At this point I don’t care to. I mean the world is fucked up. Where’s the next Tupac, Nas, Malcom, Martin, Gandhi, Aristotle etcetera. When your downtrodden hope is like the last vestige of ones sanity. So what happens when hope is no longer available. You revolt. You do what is necessary for immediate change to rectify your situation. What if the situation you know, as lurid as it may be, is normal for all.  In addition to this, the tools you would normally use to initiate a revolution had been bartered and traded for other concessions through back room politics and thus rendered illegal. What if your assets were froze because a friend you told your idea to in confidence just happened to tell the authorities. Your house was subsequently searched without a warrant. And lastly you jailed without official charges. At this point all you would have is hope, but hope as you know it has been replaced with complacency in the minds of your jaded equals. See this is real life.

So no I didn’t join the uproar{marches, rallies etc.} over Sean Bell. Instead I read three books the day his executioners were given clean slates. I gained knowledge. This is how you fight oppression. You learn the machine. Don’t tell anyone I told you though. I like my illusion of freedom. Peace.