Things Better Than Wale.
Wale makes some decent music. However, his attitude is about as pleasant as four hungry 300-pound women that want to have sex with you cowgirl style, whether you like it or not.
Tiny man in a big women party by wolgen
I’m from the DMV, and when I met Wale, I wasn’t impressed. He’s arrogant, whiney, smug, and selfish. Plus he has this whole “I’m-100%-but-I-hate-my-skin-complexion” thing going on. Don’t be fooled by the girl in Lotus Flower Bomb. That’s called “marketing”.
They’re complaining about there being no dark butts in your videos again…just put this one in there.
I’ve ran into a lot of people that respect and appreciate Wale. That’s nice. I wish him the best. I also wish he’d take some birth control to get his PMS under control. I’m a woman, I know how it is during that time. Things get you in your feelings. Yaz takes care of that.
Fatt Stacks over at Educated Coon has a list of things better than Wale.
Things Better Than Wale
Getting arrested in front of your kids.
Dry anal.
Clogging up the toilet at work.
Read the rest of Fatt Stacks post at Educated Coon.
Snitches Get…Immunity?
Right now, the US is going through a weed boom in the same fashion we went through a coke boom in the 80’s. Even though people aren’t making as much money as they did off crack, the mary pipelines are deeply entrenched in our country and everybody’s trying to eat from it.
From cops to kids, tits to toes, everybody wants green. Not the kind you smoke either.
What I struggle with is the ruthlessness (or kindess) of the justice system when it comes to drug dealers. Small time corner hustlers get years in jail. A snitching kingpin? Every kind of immunity ever. Even Rick Ross (the real one, not the rapper) got locked up for 20 years and he was a contractor for the CIA. He wasn’t immune to SHT, except for being low on crack.
SHT. I ran out. Now my allergies are going to kick in.
Just don’t ask him questions about it, because the government slapped on a nasty gag order just so he wouldn’t snitch on them. In fact, they didn’t even offer Rick Ross the opportunity to snitch. They gave it to his Nicaraguan mentor/supplier, along with cushiony government job and I assume his own desk. He worked as a CIA agent as well.
Don’t trust the law enforcement.
After killing (probably) hundreds of people, keeping gangster lions like Selassie I, and pushing thousands of pounds over the Mexican border, kingpin cartel leader Jesus Audel Miramontes-Varela was only charged with being an illegal immigrant in possession of a firearm. Then the FBI gave him and his wife a wonderful house to live in. They rode off into the sunset happily ever after.
Richard A. Serrano for the Los Angeles Times reports:
From a Mexican kingpin to an FBI informant
WASHINGTON — Police and federal agents pulled the car over in a suburb north of Denver. An FBI agent showed his badge. The driver appeared not startled at all. “My friend,” he said, “I have been waiting for you.”
And with that, Jesus Audel Miramontes-Varela stepped out of his white 2002 BMW X5 and into the arms of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Over the next several days at his ranch in Colorado and an FBI safe house in Albuquerque, the Mexican cartel chieftain — who had reputedly fed one of his victims to lions in Mexico — was transformed into one of the FBI’s top informants on the Southwest border.
Around a dining room table in August 2010, an FBI camera whirring above, the 34-year-old Miramontes-Varela confessed his leadership in the Juarez cartel, according to 75 pages of confidential FBI interview reports obtained by The Times/Tribune Washington Bureau.
He told about marijuana and cocaine routes to California, New York and the Great Lakes. He described the shooting deaths of 30 people at a horse track in Mexico, and a hidden mass grave with 20 bodies, including two U.S. residents.
Read the rest of the story at the LA Times.
Chance the Rapper: “Brain Cells” Music Video
New school Chicago artist Chance the Rapper dropped his debut mixtape #10Day not too long ago. His youthful perspective is refreshing, inspiring, and interesting as all FCK. He’s got some jazzy beats, laced with a wild Old Dirt McGirt-esque style. Out of all the BLLSHT, Chance gives me hope for the new generation of rappers. I’m actually excited to see what these young spittas are going to pull up at the table of hip-hop.“Brain Cells” is on a chill, smoke a blunt, and eat some tortilla chips, vibe. Chance’s abstract flow slightly reminds me of many others; yet it’s something completely brand new. The video is simply amazing. The overall look, camera angles, juxtapositions, and editing is on some brand new SHT. Completely. Austin Vesely did an excellent job directing this video.
Plus: The editing of retro footage from the 60’s featuring stoners and “rowdy” young adults, mixed in with video Chance the Rapper is seamless. The drug references, the subtitles, and the old school film fliters made this a perfect music video. Impressive for his debut. Also, there’s a B&E, and a white boy jumping off a roof.
But: Chance serving as a psycho analyst is a little corny. But it since it fit in within the scheme of the entire video, it gets a pass.
What?: Why can’t other new school rappers be this good? The boy is thorough, that’s or sure.
Watch Chance the Rapper’s“Brain Cells” music video below.
“Brain Cells” | Chance the Rapper from Austin Vesely on Vimeo.
Little by DarinMichelle 2012 Spring Streetwear Collection
DM out of Maryland (Represent! Represent!) just released her Spring 2012 lookbook. I’m definitely thinking about copping a shirt or two.
Check the Photos below.
Look at the rest of DM’s collection at LBDM.
The Trap Now Accepts Degrees.
The trap is called the trap for a reason. The United States brings in drugs, only for Tyrone-and-‘em to sell it and fuel the industrial womb-to-prison pipeline. In most cases, people tend to stick around the same income bracket as their parents. The American ideal of a white picket fence upward mobility is now being replaced with the stark reality of a sticky economic floor.
BKA your degree doesn’t mean SHT. I know mines doesn’t.
Rolling jays with those degrees might actually do you some good.
They tell you to do good in school so you can go to a great college. You go to a great college and graduate. You then promptly grab a cashier’s position at Orange Julius in the mall. The nerve of you wanting something better than only proves how entitled you are. Thanks to the roughest ass rape of all time, the crash of 2008, the entire United States is all rhetoric and no action. We’ve got $1 trillion dollars in student loan debt, no well-paid jobs, poor folks losing out even more, and Rick Ross tossing weed off his yacht.
Welcome to the trap.
AP writer Hope Yen reports:
In Weak Job Market, One In Two College Graduates Are Jobless Or Underemployed
WASHINGTON — The college class of 2012 is in for a rude welcome to the world of work.
A weak labor market already has left half of young college graduates either jobless or underemployed in positions that don’t fully use their skills and knowledge.
Young adults with bachelor’s degrees are increasingly scraping by in lower-wage jobs – waiter or waitress, bartender, retail clerk or receptionist, for example – and that’s confounding their hopes a degree would pay off despite higher tuition and mounting student loans.
An analysis of government data conducted for The Associated Press lays bare the highly uneven prospects for holders of bachelor’s degrees.
Opportunities for college graduates vary widely.
While there’s strong demand in science, education and health fields, arts and humanities flounder. Median wages for those with bachelor’s degrees are down from 2000, hit by technological changes that are eliminating midlevel jobs such as bank tellers. Most future job openings are projected to be in lower-skilled positions such as home health aides, who can provide personalized attention as the U.S. population ages.
Read the rest of the story at Huffpo
Famsquad Feat. Sir Michael Rocks & Cashflow Ellis (Prod. Keeynote): “Attitude” Music Video
This song bangs, this video bangs, everything about this jawnt bangs. Keeynote definitely pulled through on this crazy beat. Famsquad, Sir Michael Rocks , and Cashflow Ellis all drop decent verses. The visuals were well edited and put together. There’s nothing more I can say. Just listen to the FCKNG song and you’ll immediately understand.
Plus: Flyy dark skinned black girls in a music video that don’t look like they’ll lick on your balls in exchange for a slice of bread.
But: There’s no buts. The visuals speak for themselves.
What?: The party in the middle of a field is random. Other than that, SHT’s all good.
Watch the “Attitude” video below.
Mobb Deen Thinks Snapbacks & Tattoos are Stupid.
First there was Meka with Slap-boxing with Jesus. Then Hex Murda with his AllHipHop column. After that it was Big Ghost Fase with his blog. Now Mobb Deen fills my witty-no-BLLSHT-hip-hop-writer void that’s been there for so long. If I could give his posts a lapdance, I would.
(And not like a “gentleman’s club” lapdance, but one of those booty-shakin’, P-popping-on-a-handstand-Stadium jawnts.)
Now posting over at Passion of the Weiss, my new blogger crush Mobb Deen lays a smackdown on music that he hates to tolerate (something like that), house negroes, and the snapback fad.
The MobbDeen Song of the Day: Driicky Graham – Snapbacks & Tattoos…
The apocalypse is nigh y’all.
I clicked on this after watching Nas’ ‘The Don’ trailer and lo and behold I like this song. Dear reader, I’m even more shocked than you are. SMH. Let me list all the things wrong with this song/video right quick:
1. Snapbacks? Who cares? They’re just fucking hats. I’ve always worn them. I’ve always worn fitteds. Why are they so trendy all of a sudden. Now a grown ass nigga can’t engage the full depth of his wardrobe without looking like a hypebeast.
2. Tattoos? They’re cool, but not cool enough to make a song about. I’d argue that it’s almost cooler not to have a tattoo these days. I know like 3 people that aren’t related to me who don’t have tattoos. I don’t have tattoos. I have scars. Lots of ‘em. With cool stories about knives, guns, bullets and accidents. Fuck wit me.
Read the rest of Mobb Deen’s rant at Passion of the Weiss.
Wake & Bake.
Burn up, get down, get high, stay sober. Whatever you do, make sure you do it to some good music. Here’s Wiz Khalifah’s tape Taylor Allderdice. That should keep your 4/20 sky high. Click the cover art below to download.
