As you can tell by the tone of this blog we are extremely biased in our OPINIONS about what true Hip-Hop tastes, smells and acts like; much less sounds like. So again, if you do not know the 5 elements of Hip-Hop; BBoy, BGirl or Breakin, MC, DJ, Graffiti, and Culture, then again this not a blog you should continue to read. It'll just confuse your stupid-ass and I'm not blogging for the ignorant. If you choose to open your mind and ears to grown folk who were raised in this culture; who are telling you what this Hip-Hop shit is really about, then what we have to say will forever clear your mind of the senseless garbage you've absorbed. Think of us as your Hip-Hop enema; just lose the visual and literal application.
I was thinking the other day of actually purchasing.. scratch that.. listening to Lil-Pain's new...uh...uh..yeah right!! I looked at the track list and found the featured artists I love. 2 tracks; Bun, Busta, Shyne, and Nas on one track and Kiss on another; downloaded those and kept it movin. Fuck him and his leopard tights. Just sayin I'm wearin baggy jeans in my casket, my word!!
Anyway this has been on my mind. What has happened to the DJ in Hip-Hop actually SCRATCHING on a record! The Dj used to have their own feature track on an album. Jazzy Jeff - Rhythm Trax, House Party Style; Grand Master Flash On The Wheels Of Steel;Dj Mister Cee's Master Plan, although I hope his plan wasn't what happened in that car, but I don't judge. All I'm saying is certain groups SOUND was defined by the sound of the DJ. Gangstarr(Guru R.I.P) their sound was defined not only by the samples Premier chose but how he looped, scratched and mixed them together, along with Guru's cool flow; "Take it pers, take, take it pers. take take it personal" Pete Rock is legendary for his soulful grooves and how he put his tracks together. I can listen to CL Smooth all day if it's a Pete Rock track(Please don't say I don't like CL. I just like CL with PR same as I like Tip WITH Phife or a royale with cheese). I could go on and on, DJ Scratch from EPMD, Chuck Nice and Woody Wood from 3XDope, Eric B, Jam Master Jay. If you're a Head you can remember exact scratches on songs. As the song played you stood there with your boys and emulated it with your left hand on the fader and right hand scratching back and forth. I still do that shit and I'm a DJ. It's ingrained in me. It's as natural as looking at an approaching fat ass from the front and the split second she walks by you turn around and see that shit and make that "Gawd Damn" face!!
Today's music is different. I don't want to sound dated so I will give props. While my preference is the raw, sample driven, basic boom-bap, rhyme and scratch, today's sound is more refined as the technology has changed. Kanye is a talented MF. The Throne and Twisted Fantasy are musical explosions. Swizz Beats, Timberland, 9th and Rza are some of my other favorites. But that raw sound is gone from the mainstream. You can still find it underground and if you're willing to search the net. At this blog we are committed to keeping that sound and the purity of Hip-Hop at the core of your experience. It's a preference, not hate. Keep that in mind when I say Drake is the softest rapper since PM Dawn. I'm patiently waiting for KRS to throw his ass off the stage along with Big Sean and Lil B.
Anyway my next blog will be about something I rarely hear discussed. Which artists have the best back to back albums. We always talk about which album was better or your favorite album or even who has the better catalog overall. Back to Back Best Albums. ie Ready to Die and Life After Death(R.I.P Big). Now that's somewhat obvious but that's where the next discussion is headed. And we're going back people so do your homework.
Peace and Feed Your Damn Kids!!
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop Never Stops!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Editorial Discretion (Adventures of a Dream Come True)
*THIS IS FOR JEAN GRAE; I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR NOT HAVING THE "JEANIUS" ALBUM PRIOR TO AUGUST 26, 2011. I WAS STUCK ON THE ALBUM "THIS WEEK," AND I WAS ALREADY SOLD AND A BELIEVER SO I LUNCHED. WELL A DEFINITE MISTAKE BECAUSE THIS "JEANIUS" ALBUM IS THAT SHIT! THIS ALBUM HAS SINGLE-HANDEDLY CATAPULTED YOU FROM THE TOP 10 TO THE TOP 5 EASILY! THIS ALBUM IS THE ONE THAT I WILL USE TO DESTROY NAYSAYERS AND WHEN I PUT MONEY DOWN (and win) I'LL MAKE SURE TO USE MY WINNINGS IN A WAY TO PAY YOU BACK FOR BLESSING ME WITH BRILLIANCE...SALUTE Oh! Thank you a million times over for the autographed copy of “Jeanius”*
Stardate: 2455800, Captain's log: We avoided sure destruction! The wormhole would have definitely destroyed our transportation vehicle if not for the quick, methodical actions of our chief engineer! (NOTE TO SELF: Make sure I put this guy in for recognition; a commendation medal may be in order) We are en route to a destination uninhabited with our kind. Hip-Hop has not been seen on this planet called Tempe, AZ so the Hip-Hop immortals manifested the means and a date to send in one of the most ferocious generals of our culture; the mutant Jedi: JEAN GRAE! Her being a mutant Jedi, she could have easily handled this mission DOLO; however, education and understanding is the aim and not total destruction and annihilation. So young padiwans were sent in to assist the Jedi in her mission. My team/crew is what you call special operations and were dispatched only for the sole purpose of backup and support. This wasn't a mission for us to go at the necks and chest of those too ignorant to understand but to embrace and lift those to a level of over-standing.
The crew hasn't had a break in a year's time so I used my discretion to give the guys & gals a break from this mission and decided to go in alone.
Night of the event, feeling nice off of wine and vegetation, I entered the facility with my mind on my mission. Then it happened, I was greeted by the universal language of the B*Boy; scratching and juggling from the DJ. I was greeted with peace in mind and this is when the adventure ended and the Dream began.
To get the event jumping was the DJ; and this was DJ Les735 and he was versed in the arts. I immediately began rocking out to the DJ. I rocked, rocked, and rocked all the way out! I then noticed I was the only one on the floor. No breakers, dancing, nothing...so I stepped it up and then came to the conclusion: FUCK IT! They get it but they're not feeling it. See it comes down to the space and place you are in. When they heard the DJ get busy, they were there in Tempe, AZ listening to their local cat get busy on the wheels. ME! I was 17yrs old at a block party in North Philly! I was in the zone! The DJ did his thing all the way up to the first act blessed the stage. This was a local cat (not necessarily Tempe but local from AZ) named Lakai. This cat got on stage and I have to admit that he wasn't bad at all. I thought I would be transported back to the present but Lakai kept the crowd moving (really just me but there wasn't one stationary neck in the place). I still was in North Philly and the sun is going down just a little bit and here is the first MC to get the party started. The buol did his thing...#Salute to Lakai. Here I needed a pause for the cause; I was on the patio getting my tree blowing on to remain in this spiritual mental mind state. While I was on break the next MC was a shortie, also local, named Rae Rae who had a different rhyming style but was nice none-the-less. I missed her performance visually but I heard her from the speakers outside on the patio.
Ok, recharged and ready for more the stage was empty. Then this cat just appeared (maybe he was there the whole time, I was altered LOL). He goes by the name Roq'y (pronounced Rocky) Tyraid. And I'm here to tell you that we are in a middle of a cultural revolution and as he consistently yelled "The Culture Is Back!" Roq'y is with a crew I fucks with since relocating to Arizona. I started fucking with this crew solely on the muscle of one of its members (MegaRan) because he's from Philly (sometimes a common bond is all you need to bring people together). Well as my man Ran said, "Roq'y is a problem!" Well Roq'y totally destroyed his set! The energy he gave off was infectious and now the block party was over. I was now at the after party in somebody's basement. I paid a dollar at the back door to get in and posted up along side the water heater while I listened to Roq'y rain down total destruction. *I spot a shortie posting up on the dryer*
After Roq'y obliterated any doubts that the culture is back, I received a message that the General Jean Grae is in the building! (These next few sentences will be in all caps. Not because I'm yelling but rather emphasizing and I want to be 100% honest & real with y'all)
SO I WAS SUMMONED TO THE BACK OF THE VENUE BY MY MENTOR AND HERO, SO I PROCEEDED. I SAW HER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE PHYSICAL AND I WAS IN AWE!!!!! FELLAS, BE HONEST, REMEMBER THE TIME YOU HAD A CRUSH ON YOUR TEACHER AND YOUR FRIENDS DARED YOU TO DO SOMETHING LIKE GET CLOSE TO HER AND RUB UP ON HER OR SOMETHING...THEN WHEN THE CHANCE CAME YOU NUTTED UP; WELL THAT WAS ME! I NUTTED UP! I FELT LIKE SCREAMING BUT I WAS SPEECHLESS. NOW I KNOW WHAT THEM LITTLE GIRLS FEEL LIKE WHEN JUSTIN BIEBER IS IN THE HOUSE. REALLY AWE WAS NOT A STRONG ENOUGH WORD FOR THE STATE I WAS IN (JEAN FUCKED UP MY WHOLE HIGH...THANKS JEAN LOL). I AM SO GLAD THAT JEAN DID NOT TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME IN MY STATE BECAUSE I WAS HER'S FOR THE TAKING! IF SHE WOULD HAVE SAID GO ROB A BANK, I WOULD HAVE BEEN ON MY "SET IT OFF or HEAT" SHIT. ONLY THING SHE ASKED OF ME WAS TO TAKE CARE OF HER DJ. THIS IS WHEN I MET THE INFAMOUS MR. LEN. ALL HE NEEDED FROM ME WAS TO MAKE A DRINK FOR HIM AND ROCK THE FUCK OUT! WHAT? THAT'S IT! TOO EASY...I'M ON THE VERY STAGE THAT ROQ'Y TYRAID JUST DESTROYED AND WAS ABOUT TO WITNESS THE TOTAL ANNIHILATION BY JEAN HERSELF. SO I MADE A STIFF DRINK FOR MR. LEN AND HE STARTED TO SHOW HIS SKILLS ON THE 1's & 2's BEFORE JEAN GRAE PERFORMED.
I was back at the basement party as Mr. Len did his thing. When Jean came out, I was really somewhere else. The only thing that I know is that I had the TIME of my LIFE!!!!!! I haven't felt that AWESOME in many, many years! Definitely A DREAM COME TRUE!
(The following is an open letter to ALL CONCERNED)
So my question is: why does this have to end? Why can't others feel what I felt on that Friday? Or don't they...I notice that Hip-Hop is viral but we aren't connected. In 2011 and with technology, there is no reason why we as Hip-Hop heads can't connect on some facet. So this is the day I start it off. If you are a real Hip-Hop head and you can understand what I wrote in today's entry then let's make it HAPPEN! I got this blog, my motherfuckin man PhenomBlak (@PhenomBlak via Twitter) with the "Where's My 40 Acres" blog/podcast team got his jawn up and running, and there are other sources that I don't know about but they are out there! So let's connect and build! There is entirely no fuckin good reason why we are still underground to the point where we don't know the Hip-Hop scene all over the world! This is what a grassroots movement is! Let's get real DJs & MCs, B*Boy & B*Girls, and Graf artist out in the open. I got 2 CDs that I purchased from the event: This kid, Lakai and my motherfuckin man Roq'y Tyraid. These cats need to have an honest listen to what they have to offer in the culture. I'll get it started with these two but I know others are out there! So what are we waiting for???? We don't have to hate on lame Hip-Hop artist and DJs; the culture and skill will speak for itself. We just need an avenue and me and others like me is that vehicle. It was the crowd that determined who the best is, not self-proclamations! If you have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about, then ask an old head that knows or watch "8 Mile." We can weed out the garbage by attrition and the process of elimination! I'm sick of cats with a DJ in their name but don't DJ! I'm tired of rappers claiming to be #1 when they aren't even lyrical! FUCK THAT! It's ours so let's take it back!
We have a bona fide, recognized culture that is traceable in our lifetime. The roots of our culture can not only be traced back to the beginning but we have people in the now living and breathing who can actually talk about Hip-Hop from the beginning! Our culture is less than 40yrs old so what's the excuse? WE CAN DO THIS! HIP-HOP NEVER STOPS! RAP IS SOMETHING YOU DO; HIP-HOP IS SOMETHING YOU LIVE!!!!
...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly aka Philly2AZ aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. I don’t stalk Jean Grae, I just follow her (behind the tree, in the dark, with binoculars)
UNO
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Ode To Jean Grae
The years were between 2002-2003, I was in the Air Force and stationed overseas (Comayagua, Honduras [and yes my Spanglish game is authentic] to be exact). I hung with a crew of knuckleheads and there was one particular young buck who had a lot of music from the radio but there were no radio overseas, at least not for us. We partied, drank, and lots of other stuff that I’m not discussing but our barracks (better yet their barracks) was party central. Anything heard on the radio, this cat had. See, he had a girl and a cousin that would tape songs from the radio and mail it to him. Me being from the Big East, I mentioned why don’t get your peoples to just send you mixtapes...He was a cool cat from down south and this is only important because he didn’t quite know what mixtapes were. He asked his peoples anyway and they obliged him; however, they sent him really radio songs without the commercials. DJs were starting to just line up records and play them in a row, so really this was the extent of his mixtape collection. My young buol was a huge fan of Hip-Hop and I already established I was a 70‘s offspring in which Hip-Hop is in my blood; so I hooked him up with some of what I had: some DJ Cosmic Kev, DJ Cash Money, DJ Ron G, DJ Doo Wop, etc... . So fast forward and now my crew was the talk of Joint Task Force Bravo. We were called to not only do underground parties but we also did some official squadron (military talk) functions for parties for young Airman & Soldiers that weren’t old enough to drink (there was no drinking age off-base but on-base you still had to be 21yrs of age). So we started going to the capital of Honduras (Tegucigalpa) where there was a record store. This is where I saw her! A CD booklet of Jean Grae. I was first in shock. I couldn’t believe someone had a moniker with the name of an X-Man and I didn’t know of it (huge X-Men fan). I was saying things like, “She better be good...!” None of the knuckle heads knew her or of her songs and here I am thinking I knew some shit. I don’t remember the name of the CD but I remembered her name.
The name stuck with me until I got back to the United States and I instantly went into search mode. And to my surprise the culture I love was viral! More viral than previously remembered (I had been overseas at that point since 1999). My searched revealed that Jean Grae has been creating a crazy buzz on the underground circuit.
The first Jean Grae album I bought was “The Bootleg of the Bootleg” and all I remember was being blown away by the album cover. I looked at Jean like, WOW! First, I must confess that I’m not only a sucker for women with short hair but that shit is like ‘Kryptonite’ so needless to say that it was love at first sight for the kid. I’m talking short hair, Adidas track suit, sneaks and a look that says 100% B-girl...I was hooked and haven’t heard her rhyme yet. But there it was, the first Jean Grae song I have ever heard, “Hater’s Anthem!” All the tracks were thorough but “Hater’s Anthem” was the one that made me a believer! So while everybody was stuck on Lil Kim and Foxy, there I was pushing Jean Grae to anybody who would listen. It wasn’t until “This Week” came out where I made a lot of believers out of Jean. The “Intro,” “Don’t Rush Me,” and “P.S.” to this day are my favorite Jean Grae singles ever (until Cake or Death comes out because Cookies or Comas is real special)!
“This Week” changed everything for me. When the “Intro” opened up, I was mesmerized and when it was said “She’s back again for the first time” and “She’s the hottest thing in the streets since crack in ’85,” Wow! That was a profound statement and I knew I was in for a treat. Well 2004 was the year that I stopped listening to the radio completely. “I've heard rappers spit punchlines that make me say DAMN.. I've heard others rap about everyday life from a point of view that hits my soul” (CROOKED I, 2011, via Twitter). I’m from an era when thorough MCs rapped, we called it rhyming; there were and are a lot of rappers that have that fire when they rhyme but there are only a few that are fire-spitters....‘Dragons’ is what I call them. Jean Grae is a DRAGON!
I prided myself on being that cat that brought good underground music to the those that were around me. I was known as that guy who had all the underground ‘Hot Shit!’ I realized that if I was going to maintain my reputation as that military cat who had all those “Butta mixtapes” then I have to expand my boundaries, and the radio (especially in those rural, country little towns I have been stationed at) wasn’t cutting it; besides, the radio was watered down & making me physically nauseous.
I was already in love with Hip-Hop but Jean Grae’s “This Week” made me humble myself and recognize greatness in front of me. I’ve been on a journey to re-discover what I believe what is lost (hence the blog); if I can touch one person the way Jean has touched me then we are on our way to a stage where the underground will turn the tide and become mainstream. And some of my Hip-Hop HEROES will be at the forefront: KRS-ONE, Black Thought & the Roots, Talib Kweli, Mos Def to name a few but the one I will be looking for would be no doubt, the one & only Jean Grae!
I just want Jean Grae to know that I know for a fact that I’m not the only one that she has touched with her music. She’s brilliant, a leader (whether she knows it or not), and sexy as hell (hehehe *in my 4th grader crush giggle); she’s a true Hip-Hop head that has really been one of the forces keeping underground Hip-Hop alive. Well Jean, DON’T STOP! We need you, we love you, and we’re here for you. I promise (I don’t know when) that your fruits of your labor will be rewarded! And my promise to you is that I will do everything in my power, abilities, and resources to commit to that promise of helping those fruits get to their rightful owner...YOU!
...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly aka Philly2AZ aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. I don’t stalk Jean Grae, I just follow her (behind the tree, in the dark, with binoculars)
UNO
Thursday, August 4, 2011
That Feeling You Get
"From the South,
to the West,
to the East,
to the North,
C'Mon Spoonie Gee and Go Off, Go Off
Yes Yes Y'all.
Freak Freak Y'all.
To the Beat Y'all.
It's so sweet Y'all"
Spoonie Gee, Love rap 1980
I have sooo much Hip-Hop in my head that I sometimes get confused by who said what. So please excuse me if speak around the point only to eventually come back to it. I'm paraphrasing but someone once said, "this Hip-Hop shit ain't that hard...it's just a beat and a rhyme". The essence of Hip-Hop is 5 fold. Dj, Emcee, B-Boy and B-Girl, Graffiti and Culture. 1973 Bronx NY. "Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check"...Black Thought, Web from The Roots Tipping Point album.
I'm not a writer. If I spell shit wrong I meant to. If I use big words in the wrong context blame it on the Keith Murray in me. If I rant political, blame it on the Chuck D in me. If you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, blame it on De La Soul's 3 Feet High and Rising in me. If I slur in my blog blame Meth and Red's "How High". I'll always have a story for you so blame Kool G. Rap or Slick Rick. If I sound like a cool dude blame Tribe. If I sound like a dirty old man blame ODB(RIP). If I'm "Dreamin" Blame Big K.R.I.T. You get the point.
I wanted to rhyme, I really did! Until I heard Rakim. At that point I figured it's just better off I enjoy this shit cause I'll never be that dude. No, I'm not a quitter, I was a tarot card reader. Seriously, it's 2011 and while the art of being an emcee has progressed, I can still stack Rakim against anyone and he'll always be top 5. He's your favorite emcee's EMCEE. And I do mean emcee's of the highest caliber because there is a difference.
I was introduced to Hip-Hop in Catholic school in West Oak Lane, Philly, 1979, 4th grade after recess, between 12:30 and 2:45pm(sometime between September and December...it's beautiful when you can nail your memories down!!). Overheard a pretty chick in my class named Rochelle spittin something everyone else seemed to know only I didn't know it. Fuckin nerd!! All I knew was she was cute and what she was sayin had me sprung.
Fortunately I came from a family who loved music except my Dad who was Wilson Pickett, Ray Charles and Otis Redding to the bone and no one else ever dammit existed. But Mom's, Big Bro and Big Sis(both 10 years older than me) had that hot shit!! But none of them knew what kind of gibberish I was talking about. "The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like woooood". Lucky for me there was a Record Town record store nearby and when I said that line to the clerk he knew exactly what I was talking about. Rapper's Delight, Sugar Hill Gang. $3.99 and I had $4 in quarters I stole from my Mom's purse while she was snoring on the couch with the plastic on it with half her Afro mushed on the left side.
I can remember the 1st time for more things in Hip-Hop than I can remember some "what should be some really important shit" in my life. I know time and places, who I was with, was I on punishment, damn she had a fat booty, etc. When I speak of a "feeling you get", it's predicated on time and place and what's going on in your life. Please understand that I know I cannot explain to a 15 year old why Illmatic, Criminal Minded and Long Live The Kane are dope. What I and other heads my age appreciate musically has a lot to do with BEING THERE. The simplicity of a dope beat and a dope rhyme. I do not need hooks to appreciate my Hip-Hop. RC LaRock, The Micstro...Public Enemy, Timebomb...Kane and Biz, Just Rhymin With Biz... Masta Ace, 4 Minus 3...Fuck a hook! If you are indeed a true Emcee I'll give you 4 minutes of my time(or almost 10 minutes for the Micstro)
"Ya see now everybody around the nation,
I'm gonna give you some inspiration,
some inspiration,
and stimulation,
cause I have to fulfill my obligation"
This by no means is an Ol'Skool blog. I'm not an expert on the current music industries business practices. I could care less about what sells to a brainwashed public. I am concerned about where Hip-Hop is headed since Pop influence has turned some probable dope emcee into "hook writers". I'm only here to offer my opinion and I welcome anyone to an open debate about music and culture that has defined my life. I'm not here to argue though my opinions may come off strong and you may be called stupid once or twice. There are several current artists who are lyrical monsters that get none or not enough radio burn that in my opinion truly represent the culture. Jean Grae and Benjamin Starr come to mind. There are artists who have been in the game for years still puttin out hot albums that no one knows about(Rah Digga, The Book of Rashia...Pharoahe Monch, W.A.R. We Are Renegades).
If you come for debate, please don't waste our time if you haven't baptized yourself in a culture that truthfully is only about 32 years old as far as recordings are concerned. It's not that difficult in this day and age to look up an artist and hear their music instantly over the internet(unless your broke ass on some dial up shit). However if you haven't baptized yourself in this culture and you believe that this radio bullshit, singles only lasting 3 months and then never heard from again, nicki mirage(misspelled and not capitalized on purpose), lil pain and flake(ditto)(...and yes this is a run on sentence) are what Hip-Hop is about and more importantly true representatives of our people, then this is probably not your place for debate.
One love heads. Stay Positive and feed your damn kids!!
to the West,
to the East,
to the North,
C'Mon Spoonie Gee and Go Off, Go Off
Yes Yes Y'all.
Freak Freak Y'all.
To the Beat Y'all.
It's so sweet Y'all"
Spoonie Gee, Love rap 1980
I have sooo much Hip-Hop in my head that I sometimes get confused by who said what. So please excuse me if speak around the point only to eventually come back to it. I'm paraphrasing but someone once said, "this Hip-Hop shit ain't that hard...it's just a beat and a rhyme". The essence of Hip-Hop is 5 fold. Dj, Emcee, B-Boy and B-Girl, Graffiti and Culture. 1973 Bronx NY. "Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check"...Black Thought, Web from The Roots Tipping Point album.
I'm not a writer. If I spell shit wrong I meant to. If I use big words in the wrong context blame it on the Keith Murray in me. If I rant political, blame it on the Chuck D in me. If you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, blame it on De La Soul's 3 Feet High and Rising in me. If I slur in my blog blame Meth and Red's "How High". I'll always have a story for you so blame Kool G. Rap or Slick Rick. If I sound like a cool dude blame Tribe. If I sound like a dirty old man blame ODB(RIP). If I'm "Dreamin" Blame Big K.R.I.T. You get the point.
I wanted to rhyme, I really did! Until I heard Rakim. At that point I figured it's just better off I enjoy this shit cause I'll never be that dude. No, I'm not a quitter, I was a tarot card reader. Seriously, it's 2011 and while the art of being an emcee has progressed, I can still stack Rakim against anyone and he'll always be top 5. He's your favorite emcee's EMCEE. And I do mean emcee's of the highest caliber because there is a difference.
I was introduced to Hip-Hop in Catholic school in West Oak Lane, Philly, 1979, 4th grade after recess, between 12:30 and 2:45pm(sometime between September and December...it's beautiful when you can nail your memories down!!). Overheard a pretty chick in my class named Rochelle spittin something everyone else seemed to know only I didn't know it. Fuckin nerd!! All I knew was she was cute and what she was sayin had me sprung.
Fortunately I came from a family who loved music except my Dad who was Wilson Pickett, Ray Charles and Otis Redding to the bone and no one else ever dammit existed. But Mom's, Big Bro and Big Sis(both 10 years older than me) had that hot shit!! But none of them knew what kind of gibberish I was talking about. "The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like woooood". Lucky for me there was a Record Town record store nearby and when I said that line to the clerk he knew exactly what I was talking about. Rapper's Delight, Sugar Hill Gang. $3.99 and I had $4 in quarters I stole from my Mom's purse while she was snoring on the couch with the plastic on it with half her Afro mushed on the left side.
I can remember the 1st time for more things in Hip-Hop than I can remember some "what should be some really important shit" in my life. I know time and places, who I was with, was I on punishment, damn she had a fat booty, etc. When I speak of a "feeling you get", it's predicated on time and place and what's going on in your life. Please understand that I know I cannot explain to a 15 year old why Illmatic, Criminal Minded and Long Live The Kane are dope. What I and other heads my age appreciate musically has a lot to do with BEING THERE. The simplicity of a dope beat and a dope rhyme. I do not need hooks to appreciate my Hip-Hop. RC LaRock, The Micstro...Public Enemy, Timebomb...Kane and Biz, Just Rhymin With Biz... Masta Ace, 4 Minus 3...Fuck a hook! If you are indeed a true Emcee I'll give you 4 minutes of my time(or almost 10 minutes for the Micstro)
"Ya see now everybody around the nation,
I'm gonna give you some inspiration,
some inspiration,
and stimulation,
cause I have to fulfill my obligation"
This by no means is an Ol'Skool blog. I'm not an expert on the current music industries business practices. I could care less about what sells to a brainwashed public. I am concerned about where Hip-Hop is headed since Pop influence has turned some probable dope emcee into "hook writers". I'm only here to offer my opinion and I welcome anyone to an open debate about music and culture that has defined my life. I'm not here to argue though my opinions may come off strong and you may be called stupid once or twice. There are several current artists who are lyrical monsters that get none or not enough radio burn that in my opinion truly represent the culture. Jean Grae and Benjamin Starr come to mind. There are artists who have been in the game for years still puttin out hot albums that no one knows about(Rah Digga, The Book of Rashia...Pharoahe Monch, W.A.R. We Are Renegades).
If you come for debate, please don't waste our time if you haven't baptized yourself in a culture that truthfully is only about 32 years old as far as recordings are concerned. It's not that difficult in this day and age to look up an artist and hear their music instantly over the internet(unless your broke ass on some dial up shit). However if you haven't baptized yourself in this culture and you believe that this radio bullshit, singles only lasting 3 months and then never heard from again, nicki mirage(misspelled and not capitalized on purpose), lil pain and flake(ditto)(...and yes this is a run on sentence) are what Hip-Hop is about and more importantly true representatives of our people, then this is probably not your place for debate.
One love heads. Stay Positive and feed your damn kids!!
Hypnotize
“Dude your praise is weak; seven days a week
Same joint on the radio, of course they gon' say it's heat
Y'all use hypnotism, play the same beat
Same rhymes all the time got they brain on repeat” ~Joell Ortiz “125 Part 2 (Fresh Air)”
A lot of fans & so-called Hip-Hop Heads got confused & hypnotized over the many years at a time when Hip-Hop should have been transcending into something that naturally should be greater than what it is now! When you fall victim of the machine (CORPORATE AMERICA), you take the easy way out. When you listen to the same shit over & over again, then try and convince someone unbiased that this is heat; C’MON SON! We all have our biases, Allah (SWT) knows I have mine (Black Thought, Jean Grae, Beanie Sigel to name a few) and I could easily put them three into my Top 5 but if you can’t get past the radio & your uninformed bias then get the fuck away from me with your lame Top 10! Do you really believe that the machine has any interest in providing quality artist with quality music? Seriously! Corporate America had no interest in OUR culture until they figured out the money potential. It was Busta that said, “Hip-Hop provides jobs to motherfuckers who don’t even LOVE this shit!” Then Corporate America and sellouts pretty much bamboozled, hoodwinked, & convinced a mainstream, corny, & phony artist, who by the way wasn't making a mark on the Hip-Hop underground scene first of all, that they can make millions if you sell out to our brand of rap. From there anybody thought they could do this...this grew into singles & ringtones. Everybody does one hot single & blow commercially. What happened to the classic albums with 12-14 tracks, all hot except maybe 2 & those were skits...get the picture!!
Don't fool yourself in thinking that no matter how thorough the rhymes maybe, if an artist 'raps' over a beat that this is automatically Hip-Hop. It takes a lot more than rapping. Many people don't know that it was the DJ that MC'd; that got the party moving. The MC as you know it now started out as a hype-man. The MC grew into the likes of Busy B, Kool Moe Dee, KRS-One, Big Daddy Kane, B.I.G., Mos-Def, Jean Grae, Jay Electronica, so forth...(before anybody starts shit, I left off a gachillion MCs but the point wasn't to see how many I could name!). Hip-Hop is bigger than one person & two songs. FANS & so-called fans, Stop taking the easy way out! Stop settling for market friendly, commercial friendly artist that lost their way paper chasing! THAT AIN'T HIP-HOP!!!
And let's be clear, I WANT ALL MY UNDERGROUND ARTIST TO MAKE YOUR AND THAT MONEY! YOU CAN DO IT FOR THE LOVE & STILL GET PAID. WE ALL ARE ROOTING FOR YOU! This is for the sellouts, the ones who think we'll let them ride this train all the way to the stars while they destroy our culture. NOPE! Not going to let it happen! Me & what army you ask; my Hip-Hop Army & we mad deep! Don't get it fuckin confused we are here & Hip-Hop Never Stops!
So while you digest this blog entry, LET IT MARINATE while listening to 4 albums: Jean Grae's Cookies or Comas, Reks's Rythmatic Eternal King Supreme, Money Making Jam Boys's (Black Thought & crew) 10 Deep Presents THE PRESTIGE & Jam Boy Magic, & Wu-Tang Clan's Legendary Weapons...there are oodles & oodles more but I think you get the point! You can be a quality MC without succumbing to that BULLSHIT! Wake up because Hip-Hop Never Stops!
...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly aka Philly2AZ aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. Get the ENTIRE FUCK OUTTA HERE with that lame Top 10
UNO
“Salute 2 Real Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Never Stops”
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The MC (A Letter to Ghostface Killah)
This blog entry is for those breathstinking, candy-ring wearing, nose ring having, lack of mother’s love missing, should have gotten more beatin needin simpletons!
If you haven't owned a pair of shell top Adidas with no laces in them, had a pair of Cazals (fake jawns count too-times were hard back then), a windbreaker with colored beads on the hood drawstrings, a Kangol, a dookey fat rope chain, a 3 or 4 ringer ring, name belt, a boombox with a broken rewind button, and/or heard a DJ spin 45s with the rice krispie crackling sound then SHUT THE ENITRE FUCK UP, SIT DOWN, & LEARN SOMETHING!
The emcee is a privilege not a right. That right is earned. It’s handed down from royalty and it is the FEW not the many that are blessed. The emcee is a crowd rocker, a beat RIDER, and head DECAPITATOR!
Old heads, this is for you; we are the teachers if we want this culture, this lifestyle, this belief of what Hip-Hop is...quite simple, THIS THING OF OURS! Has passed some of our community. IF WE DON’T PROTECT IT RIGHT NOW, IT WON’T LAST ANOTHER GENERATION! We have to do better! We literally have a culture that can be traced back in our time. We can trace the beginning to 1973 and to the radio in 1979. No culture today, in any facet, can claim that. So we are the future not the ones fucking up the game! We don’t care of a culture that's less than 40yrs old. That’s not Hip-Hop! And we know it!
We have to start ignoring that garbage. I know many of y’all are hypnotize because radio programs got that garbage stuck on repeat. I get it; We get it. But it is very easy to break the spell it really ain’t hard; RESEARCH on this little iddy, biddy thing called the internet! C’MON SON! Are you fucking kidding me! You telling me and the Hip-Hop world that when you’re on the computer tweeting and facebooking that we can’t look up some real music? What’s on your iPod? If it is that same bullshit on the radio then why did you waste your money on an iPod? Family, we can do a whole lot better! I’m trying to do my part. Let’s educate ourselves (if apply) and pass that shit on to those that are worthy. And this is the FANS mission & duty. I didn’t have any of our artist growing up mentoring me; well actually they did...IN THE MUSIC! But there were old heads there to break that shit down for me.
I have a good friend that is a DJ and he told me a disturbing story. It’s about a young lady who was at one of his events and she requested a song from Nas. It was one of his radio friendly songs and my dude didn’t have it. She then requested a song but didn’t know who sang it. He said, “what’s the name of the song?” She said, “it’s called ‘Nasty’” He then proceeded to say, “Are you serious? You playing!” She said, “No, my girlfriend’s boyfriend wants to hear it.” After more questions and answers, neither the girl, her girlfriend, or the dude knew that Nasty Nas & Nas was the same person.
WHAT! I thought he was fucking with me; however, the tone, the pitch, volume was all off. To me, that means he was dead ass serious.
Then there was a tweet I read on Talib Kweli’s timeline. (no names) “...told me to be less Talib and more Drake.” Talib appropriately answered “be yourself.”
*NOTE: In no way am I speaking for Talib Kweli (don’t start shit!)* My problem is, who in their rabid ass mind would put Drake in the same breath as Talib Kweli! C’MON SON (Shout out and Salute to Ed Lover)! The BlackStar cat, The Reflections Eternal guy, The Gutter Rainbows fellow? Stop It B (Shout out and Salute to Felonious Munk)!
!!!!OH! SHIT!! Hold on, be right back...(15 minutes later); ok class, instead of me lecturing you, here’s your homework assignment: If you don’t have the Wu-Tang Album already (“Legendary Weapons”) then get on a computer, and somewhere find the track titled, “Legendary Weapons.” It’s Ghostface Killah featuring AZ and MOP. If you don’t know all three of these EMCEES then...<censored>
The following is a letter to Ghostface
Ghost,
What’s up Family? How is everything? How’s the Clan? Tell everyone I said, “What’s good.” Just a quick backdrop: I’m far behind in my music and I’m caught up. I had so much music to catch up on that I put them in alphabetical order by artist (My dumbass!). So naturally I’m listening to the latest Wu Album: “Legendary Weapons.” As I’m writing my blog (which is the reason for this correspondence) your track came on “Legendary Weapons;” May I ask you a question:
WHAT THE FUCK MONEY!!!!!!! Really Ghost!!!!! The hole in the chest wasn’t big enough??? You had to go for the jugular vein then cut the head off too!!!? Them radio, soft cookie eaten, tongue-ring wearin, bastard children mutherfuckers in the game right now already had no heart! Well I’m certainly glad that you bodied them. Give a shout out and man-hugs (LOL) to AZ & M.O.P. for me; if you had to have co-defendants then they certainly & absolutely fit that fuckin mode! I can’t say shit else but DAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYAAAAYAM!!!!!! SALUTE MY MOTHERFUCKIN DUDE!
Very respectfully,
Philly
“Hip-Hop Ain't Lost” Blog Editor
Ok, I’m back, you have to give credit when credit is due! Old heads are dismissed but don’t forget your homework assignment. Each One Teach One, Hip-Hop Never Stops! For the young bucks; what is the moral of today’s lesson...I’ll wait....
This how we fuckin get on the MI motherfuckin C (‘on the mic’ for those that can’t figure it out) & DESTROY it!!! There’s no coming back from that; Ghostface, AZ, and M.O.P. went the movie “Expendable” on the fuckin game! So if you coming with that bullshit...tell you what: Take that bullshit, go the fuck home, and get yourself a life coach! You simple motherfuckers!!!
...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly aka Philly2AZ aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. I throw up when I hear wack shit
UNO
“Salute 2 Real Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Never Stops”
If you haven't owned a pair of shell top Adidas with no laces in them, had a pair of Cazals (fake jawns count too-times were hard back then), a windbreaker with colored beads on the hood drawstrings, a Kangol, a dookey fat rope chain, a 3 or 4 ringer ring, name belt, a boombox with a broken rewind button, and/or heard a DJ spin 45s with the rice krispie crackling sound then SHUT THE ENITRE FUCK UP, SIT DOWN, & LEARN SOMETHING!
The emcee is a privilege not a right. That right is earned. It’s handed down from royalty and it is the FEW not the many that are blessed. The emcee is a crowd rocker, a beat RIDER, and head DECAPITATOR!
Old heads, this is for you; we are the teachers if we want this culture, this lifestyle, this belief of what Hip-Hop is...quite simple, THIS THING OF OURS! Has passed some of our community. IF WE DON’T PROTECT IT RIGHT NOW, IT WON’T LAST ANOTHER GENERATION! We have to do better! We literally have a culture that can be traced back in our time. We can trace the beginning to 1973 and to the radio in 1979. No culture today, in any facet, can claim that. So we are the future not the ones fucking up the game! We don’t care of a culture that's less than 40yrs old. That’s not Hip-Hop! And we know it!
We have to start ignoring that garbage. I know many of y’all are hypnotize because radio programs got that garbage stuck on repeat. I get it; We get it. But it is very easy to break the spell it really ain’t hard; RESEARCH on this little iddy, biddy thing called the internet! C’MON SON! Are you fucking kidding me! You telling me and the Hip-Hop world that when you’re on the computer tweeting and facebooking that we can’t look up some real music? What’s on your iPod? If it is that same bullshit on the radio then why did you waste your money on an iPod? Family, we can do a whole lot better! I’m trying to do my part. Let’s educate ourselves (if apply) and pass that shit on to those that are worthy. And this is the FANS mission & duty. I didn’t have any of our artist growing up mentoring me; well actually they did...IN THE MUSIC! But there were old heads there to break that shit down for me.
I have a good friend that is a DJ and he told me a disturbing story. It’s about a young lady who was at one of his events and she requested a song from Nas. It was one of his radio friendly songs and my dude didn’t have it. She then requested a song but didn’t know who sang it. He said, “what’s the name of the song?” She said, “it’s called ‘Nasty’” He then proceeded to say, “Are you serious? You playing!” She said, “No, my girlfriend’s boyfriend wants to hear it.” After more questions and answers, neither the girl, her girlfriend, or the dude knew that Nasty Nas & Nas was the same person.
WHAT! I thought he was fucking with me; however, the tone, the pitch, volume was all off. To me, that means he was dead ass serious.
Then there was a tweet I read on Talib Kweli’s timeline. (no names) “...told me to be less Talib and more Drake.” Talib appropriately answered “be yourself.”
*NOTE: In no way am I speaking for Talib Kweli (don’t start shit!)* My problem is, who in their rabid ass mind would put Drake in the same breath as Talib Kweli! C’MON SON (Shout out and Salute to Ed Lover)! The BlackStar cat, The Reflections Eternal guy, The Gutter Rainbows fellow? Stop It B (Shout out and Salute to Felonious Munk)!
!!!!OH! SHIT!! Hold on, be right back...(15 minutes later); ok class, instead of me lecturing you, here’s your homework assignment: If you don’t have the Wu-Tang Album already (“Legendary Weapons”) then get on a computer, and somewhere find the track titled, “Legendary Weapons.” It’s Ghostface Killah featuring AZ and MOP. If you don’t know all three of these EMCEES then...<censored>
The following is a letter to Ghostface
Ghost,
What’s up Family? How is everything? How’s the Clan? Tell everyone I said, “What’s good.” Just a quick backdrop: I’m far behind in my music and I’m caught up. I had so much music to catch up on that I put them in alphabetical order by artist (My dumbass!). So naturally I’m listening to the latest Wu Album: “Legendary Weapons.” As I’m writing my blog (which is the reason for this correspondence) your track came on “Legendary Weapons;” May I ask you a question:
WHAT THE FUCK MONEY!!!!!!! Really Ghost!!!!! The hole in the chest wasn’t big enough??? You had to go for the jugular vein then cut the head off too!!!? Them radio, soft cookie eaten, tongue-ring wearin, bastard children mutherfuckers in the game right now already had no heart! Well I’m certainly glad that you bodied them. Give a shout out and man-hugs (LOL) to AZ & M.O.P. for me; if you had to have co-defendants then they certainly & absolutely fit that fuckin mode! I can’t say shit else but DAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYAAAAYAM!!!!!! SALUTE MY MOTHERFUCKIN DUDE!
Very respectfully,
Philly
“Hip-Hop Ain't Lost” Blog Editor
Ok, I’m back, you have to give credit when credit is due! Old heads are dismissed but don’t forget your homework assignment. Each One Teach One, Hip-Hop Never Stops! For the young bucks; what is the moral of today’s lesson...I’ll wait....
This how we fuckin get on the MI motherfuckin C (‘on the mic’ for those that can’t figure it out) & DESTROY it!!! There’s no coming back from that; Ghostface, AZ, and M.O.P. went the movie “Expendable” on the fuckin game! So if you coming with that bullshit...tell you what: Take that bullshit, go the fuck home, and get yourself a life coach! You simple motherfuckers!!!
...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly aka Philly2AZ aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. I throw up when I hear wack shit
UNO
“Salute 2 Real Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Never Stops”
Monday, August 1, 2011
Let Me Introduce Myself
The following was said to a very special friend & mentor who I appreciate and value in this culture of ours; everyone the lovely, talented, & Scrabble master...Miss Jean Grae *applause* (excerpt from @JeanGreasy message): I'm officially enlisted into the Hip Hop Army! Let’s Bring Hip-Hop Back. It is way too much good music out here to settle for bullshit!! I appreciate and love this thing called Hip-Hop so now it's the fans turn to help!
My word has always been bond! This is a value and characteristic I picked up when I was a young buck on them streets of North Philly! Like many, we grew up in a single-parent home and being the knuckle head I am, I was in them streets at the age of 13. To make a long story short, if it wasn’t for Hip-Hop I would be either in jail, dead, or living in mommy’s basement not doing shit. HIP-HOP SAVED MY LIFE figuratively and literally! Hip-Hop gave me an outlet for all that energy. Instead of fighting & robbing, I was breakdancing; instead of selling drugs, I was mixing and making pause tapes with a turntable and a tape-deck; instead of flunking out of school, I studied my lessons, learned words, definitions, and meanings so I could try and be a thorough MC (didn’t conquer that one though LOL). And how did this happen you say; well the old heads mentored me. There were people (fellas & ladies) that believed in this when it was just a fad...now look at it! Multi-million dollar business. Now in 2011 heading for 2012, we got to do better! The underground, pureness should be mainstream and that garbage should go exactly where it needs to be...Pop. I believe we called it “Hip-Pop.” I’m cool with another genre as long as we come out on TOP!
Let’s start by mentoring our youth! I’m not exactly sure when it changed but when it did, we had the corny, lame ass, sorry artist in Billboards telling us what Hip-Hop is; like Hip-Hop transcended into that garbage. It was the patients running the asylum. Well FUCK THAT! I’m speaking up and I’m bringing an Army with me! There’s a lot of chatter about a particular white female MC using the N-Word! In regards to socially and political correctness, well this is an argument/debate for another time; however, As far as Hip-Hop concerns, let this one go because we failed! We had Hip-Hop dictated to us so the garbage out there is what people like this is getting! Don’t be naive, when that word is used in them ‘radio songs’ what you think, they skip over that part? The problem ain’t them using that word (still talking Hip-Hop, stay with me guys); the problem is that we haven’t educated fans on what HIP-HOP is! Them shorties don’t know or haven’t heard the likes of Jean Grae, Mos Def, Talib Kweli (except for songs like Hot Thing in such but that fire Talib...whoa!), Pharoahe Monch, X-Clan, Jeru da Damaja, Gangstar, KRS-ONE, Big Daddy Kane, Heavy D, Queen Latifah (Flavor Unit Queen La) and this list is eternal so I hope you get the point! These girls and guys alike want to get on the mic, then let’s school them first. Let Hip-Hop sort’em out! If they garbage, it’ll get out.
We can start immediately by doing two things: 1) Let’s educate the masses on the elements of Hip-Hop! For those just tuning in, these are: Break Dancing (Breakin), The MC (Emceein), The DJ (DeeJayin), Graffiti, Language & Fashion! I promise if we would have done this years ago, the skinny jean fad wouldn’t be plaguing us now! And 2) let’s start letting REAL DJs pick hot music again! Not talking radio personalities with a programming list but REAL DJs on the block making real mix tapes with cutting, scratching, blending, juggling, etc...Big up DJ Scratch for blessing the world with Mixmaster Weekend (July 30th) with some of the finest Lady DJs killing the 1’s & 2’s (for my old heads, THE WHEELS OF STEEL)! These ladies represented lovely...SALUTE!
To my underground artists out there (and I use the term ‘underground’ loosely), keep doing what you doing. I got you! We got you! Keep trying to get that money so your brand can grow but give back because we are out here and we need you! Together we can weed out the frauds and the phony! My new MANTRA is SALUTE 2 REAL HIP-HOP; HIP-HOP NEVER STOPS (and no there won’t be any “take that, take that”...ok, maybe one) Take that...
To close, I would like to quote Busta Rhymes from Twitter, “We ain’t dumbing down shit NO MORE!”...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly2AZ aka Philly aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. I’m a punch the next skinny jean wearer in the Face...
UNO
My word has always been bond! This is a value and characteristic I picked up when I was a young buck on them streets of North Philly! Like many, we grew up in a single-parent home and being the knuckle head I am, I was in them streets at the age of 13. To make a long story short, if it wasn’t for Hip-Hop I would be either in jail, dead, or living in mommy’s basement not doing shit. HIP-HOP SAVED MY LIFE figuratively and literally! Hip-Hop gave me an outlet for all that energy. Instead of fighting & robbing, I was breakdancing; instead of selling drugs, I was mixing and making pause tapes with a turntable and a tape-deck; instead of flunking out of school, I studied my lessons, learned words, definitions, and meanings so I could try and be a thorough MC (didn’t conquer that one though LOL). And how did this happen you say; well the old heads mentored me. There were people (fellas & ladies) that believed in this when it was just a fad...now look at it! Multi-million dollar business. Now in 2011 heading for 2012, we got to do better! The underground, pureness should be mainstream and that garbage should go exactly where it needs to be...Pop. I believe we called it “Hip-Pop.” I’m cool with another genre as long as we come out on TOP!
Let’s start by mentoring our youth! I’m not exactly sure when it changed but when it did, we had the corny, lame ass, sorry artist in Billboards telling us what Hip-Hop is; like Hip-Hop transcended into that garbage. It was the patients running the asylum. Well FUCK THAT! I’m speaking up and I’m bringing an Army with me! There’s a lot of chatter about a particular white female MC using the N-Word! In regards to socially and political correctness, well this is an argument/debate for another time; however, As far as Hip-Hop concerns, let this one go because we failed! We had Hip-Hop dictated to us so the garbage out there is what people like this is getting! Don’t be naive, when that word is used in them ‘radio songs’ what you think, they skip over that part? The problem ain’t them using that word (still talking Hip-Hop, stay with me guys); the problem is that we haven’t educated fans on what HIP-HOP is! Them shorties don’t know or haven’t heard the likes of Jean Grae, Mos Def, Talib Kweli (except for songs like Hot Thing in such but that fire Talib...whoa!), Pharoahe Monch, X-Clan, Jeru da Damaja, Gangstar, KRS-ONE, Big Daddy Kane, Heavy D, Queen Latifah (Flavor Unit Queen La) and this list is eternal so I hope you get the point! These girls and guys alike want to get on the mic, then let’s school them first. Let Hip-Hop sort’em out! If they garbage, it’ll get out.
We can start immediately by doing two things: 1) Let’s educate the masses on the elements of Hip-Hop! For those just tuning in, these are: Break Dancing (Breakin), The MC (Emceein), The DJ (DeeJayin), Graffiti, Language & Fashion! I promise if we would have done this years ago, the skinny jean fad wouldn’t be plaguing us now! And 2) let’s start letting REAL DJs pick hot music again! Not talking radio personalities with a programming list but REAL DJs on the block making real mix tapes with cutting, scratching, blending, juggling, etc...Big up DJ Scratch for blessing the world with Mixmaster Weekend (July 30th) with some of the finest Lady DJs killing the 1’s & 2’s (for my old heads, THE WHEELS OF STEEL)! These ladies represented lovely...SALUTE!
To my underground artists out there (and I use the term ‘underground’ loosely), keep doing what you doing. I got you! We got you! Keep trying to get that money so your brand can grow but give back because we are out here and we need you! Together we can weed out the frauds and the phony! My new MANTRA is SALUTE 2 REAL HIP-HOP; HIP-HOP NEVER STOPS (and no there won’t be any “take that, take that”...ok, maybe one) Take that...
To close, I would like to quote Busta Rhymes from Twitter, “We ain’t dumbing down shit NO MORE!”...from the immortal words of Jean Grae, “SCRABBLEBEOTCH”
Salute
Philly2AZ aka Philly aka Mr. Who is That aka Mr. I’m a punch the next skinny jean wearer in the Face...
UNO
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