Archive for August, 2007
Throwback Joint: Juvenile - Ha
I miss me some raw Juvie, I wish the south would represent that real instead of this soulja boy/snap trap hand clap crap trend going on right now. This is some grimey ass shit.
Consequence - Uncle Raheim *World Premiere*
Pretty cool video, something different, something about the hook irks me… whos grippin up on they uncle over sleepin on the couch and some sticky fingers?
T.I. Brings Em’ Out Brings Em’ Out!!
T.I. brings out hip-hop heavyweights Jay-Z, Kanye West, Diddy, 50 Cent, Swizzy, and even Ciara at Scremfest ‘07 in NYC … Bananaz!
DJ Khaled - I’m So Hood / Brown Paper Bag feat. Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies & Young Jeezy
There ain’t nuthin hood bout T Pain on the hook… But Brown Paper Bag is my SHIAT!!! I was wonderin if Khaled was ever gonna drop a video for it, wish the whole flick was for it! How they gona cut it off right before Santana’s verse too?!?
Who The Hell Am I? Stop Rapping & Get A Job! by Andreas Hale
Caught this blog the other day and thought it captured just the sentiment I had been thinking of for some time now…
“It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you, without a dope editorial to argue about” © Andreas Hale aka The Gotdamn Editor-In-Chief mangling Rakim
So I’m driving down to the local spot to get some food to fill me up after a long days work. I pull up to a red light and there goes Brother Ishmael slangin’ them Final Call newspapers. No disrespect to the hustle, but I just gave family a few dollars the other day and I knew he was gonna bust his hump over to my vehicle and try and open my door to shake my hand (some of them cats are bold as hell). Just as I prep myself to tell Brother Ish “Nah cat, I just ‘donated’ to you yesterday,” I hear a tap on my passenger door and here’s another dude trying to get my attention.
My first thought is “Gotdamn…they done double teamed your boy,” but upon closer observation I notice that this cat isn’t suited up like Brother Ish. He’s got his little fake bling on and holding a stack of CDs. Now I’m sitting here with Ish’s gotdamn Final Call poking in the driver window and this other cat and his fully extended arm dangling in my passenger window spinning tales of how he’s “the best thing since sliced bread” ,“the CD is only $10 for 39 tracks…help a brother out” and various other one liners I know you have heard 3 or 4 million times this month. It’s like Super Mario Brothers and I’m looking for a gotdamn warp zone as I’m waiting for this light to turn green (doesn’t it always seem like forever when this happens?). “Nah fam,” escapes my lips and before Ish says “Peace my brother” (or fuck this nigga) and super emcee GutterSlutBang can prepare his rebuttle, the light turns green and I peel off leaving them both coughing in a cloud of smoke.
