Not every post needs a lengthy explanation. Sometimes I just like posting songs that I enjoy. This happens to be one of them. Enjoy.
Warning this will be the first Young Gully post of many, as dude is one of my favorite rappers out today
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Super Bass
This video rubs me the wrong way and for some reason I can't put my finger on it.
If I was a father and I had a daughter and she was elementary school age I wouldn't let her listen to Nicki Minaj man. Why these girls even know that song well enough to put that routine together? It's not cute when your 7-year-old is singing Nicki Minaj songs. Just like its not cute when little kids use profanity. Kids are the future man. And it's not going to help the future if kids are aspiring to be Nicki Minaj.
Do kids know what Minaj in her name is referring to? They can't possibly. Or do they? Does that little girl singing on the Ellen show know that she wants to be Nicki Threesome when she grows up?
Sure, "Super Bass" is a radio friendly, poppy enough song. But Nicki Minaj got a catalog of shit kids shouldn't be listening to. I wonder if that girl's parents let her listen to the Nicki Minaj verse on Big Sean's "Ass" remix. I bet the parents were looking at their little girl singing a Nicki Minaj song like "She's so talented. She's gonna be famous one day." That's how kids get exploited. Parents having them doing shit they have no business doing because they look "cute".
Seriously, the kids these days are fucked. They don't stand a chance man.
Kids in elementary school having sex, singing explicit rap songs, creating Facebook accounts, having cell phones. Why can't kids just be kids? Innocent, naive, little kids. They shouldn't even be allowed to do those other things.
It might be the 21st century, but the qualities of a good parent haven't changed. People gotta start raising their kids right. I don't have any kids that I know about and I'm in no rush to have any kids. But I wanna make sure they get raised right man. My kids should be worried about playing around outside, getting dirty, and cooties. Not worrying about their Facebook profile picture. If you got a kid in the third grade taking bathroom mirror pictures to update their Facebook profile picture, you fail at being a parent. Facebook is a safe-haven for debauchery for adults. I couldn't even imagine being a child with that at my finger tips.
This whole thing got me feeling deterred man. Kids ain't kids no more. They just young lost souls with no guidance. Nobody guiding these kids. And if they are guiding the kids, they guiding them down the wrong paths.
When I was growing up, I had my dad and my older brother around to let me know if i was fucking up. They didn't try to be my best friend. They were my role models. There's a HUGE fucking difference. You don't gotta act like your child's best friend to teach them the difference between right and wrong. Matter fact, there should be some shit that you don't disclose with your parents. That's what makes the parental bond sacred. There's supposed to be some shit that I can't discuss with my parents until I hit a certain age, or if I do discuss it, its with kid gloves. You shouldn't be talking to your mom about this chick that sucked you off behind the bleachers, or the handjob you got. You shouldn't be talking to your dad about girls giving you hickeys & if you do, your dad should be like "Leave them fast ass girls alone".
I just realized there are no more "fast ass girls" anymore these days. All the kids are sex-deprived superfreaks with camera phones. Nowadays it's not "Do you like me? Yes or No". It's "What's your number? I'ma text you a nekked picture". Kids at 10-11 years old taking pictures in their underwear and sending them to their friends. Like I said man, no guidance.
Kids listening to Nicki Minaj on the radio, watch Basketball Wives on TV WHERE NONE OF THEM ARE EVEN MARRIED. Kids can Google sextapes, porn, play Mature video games. They have Twitter accounts. They can watch "16 & Pregnant" on TV. At some point yall gotta stop expecting school teachers and TV and your favorite rapper to be parenting these kids. It's not a school teachers job to parent a kid. Not everyone needs to be a parent either.
Nicki Minaj is a grown ass woman, with bills to pay, who does what she needs to do to provide for herself and her family. Not Nicki Minaj, or no other person in the entire music industry or sports world, has the responsibility of raising your kids. If your kid does something stupid, you can't blame Lil Wayne. You need to blame your dumbass self for being a poor parent.
Just because you're old enough to get an erection or old enough to have your period doesn't mean you should be a parent. I respect people that get abortions, or put kids up for adoption. If you ain't ready to be a parent, it's simple. DONT BE A PARENT. There are MILLIONS of people who wish they could have kids but can't. And if you can't raise them the right way, give them away.
Know how many gay and lesbian couples are living financially comfortable but physical can't have kids? Let them adopt from unfit parents. Who gives a shit if you have two moms or two dads. If you would have a better chance at being raised right, they need to go with that setup. I'm just fucking tired of seeing kids do dumb shit because parents aren't being parents. This ain't about your work schedule either. If you working 2-3 jobs you can still be a parent. Or foster some type of environment to where your children are being guided properly. Some kids can be raised properly with one parent. Some need more role models. Whatever you gotta do, do it man.
Shit like this just makes me realize that so much of what we entertain and put effort in is meaningless. If it ain't improving my life, or the life of the next generation, then why even do it?
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
No Regrets
Stefan sent me this video today and it was so moving that I immediately had to post it. Just watch this first.
It raises so many points that can be used in so many walks of life. Whether that's work, school, on even on a more personal level. Too often people settle for complacency. You need to drive for what you feel that you deserve, even if that comes with sacrifices. And if you aren't willing to make sacrifices, then you really don't want to achieve those goals.
Also, a bonus video:
“Wise woman told me that if you stay in a situation that you don’t like… you don’t dislike it as much as you think."
It raises so many points that can be used in so many walks of life. Whether that's work, school, on even on a more personal level. Too often people settle for complacency. You need to drive for what you feel that you deserve, even if that comes with sacrifices. And if you aren't willing to make sacrifices, then you really don't want to achieve those goals.
Also, a bonus video:
“Wise woman told me that if you stay in a situation that you don’t like… you don’t dislike it as much as you think."
Monday, August 29, 2011
Handcuffs On Ya Mama
It's sad that someone would enter into a relationship with someone they don't see themselves having a future with just to pass the time. In that scenario, someone isn't being honest with the other and false expectations are presented. Which ain't cool. If you can't be honest with that person about what you mean to each other & where you see this whole thing playing out, what your life like?
I had a situation where I let her know from the jump that we were just friends. Nothing less, nothing more. She ended up catching feelings, which is understandable, but we're still cool to this day because we were both honest with each other I don't feel any sense of leading her on, just for sex. We both were upfront about our physical needs.
I don't know man. I just feel like I'm past the stages of lying just to get the pussy. What you won't do, another one will. Oh, I'll tell the small lie every now and then. Sometimes you gotta embellish with the best of them. But I'm too honest to run game. I like to look people in the eye and be 1000% honest with them. That way I don't feel bad about anything that I say.
I told a friend this past weekend that she's the manliest woman I've ever met in my entire life, and that it's really comforting. She took offense, of course, but when she figured out I wasn't joking and was being dead serious, we joked about it and moved forward.
I'm the person that if you need an honest opinion about a situation that you see unfolding in front of you, you can go to. I've hurt a lot of feelings with being honest but hurt feelings are temporary. Deception, & the feeling of being deceived, lasts a lifetime.
I remember I was talking to this one chick and she told me that we needed to fall back because she was "grieving after a loss". She told me she was grieving in May and hasn't hit me up since. That sure is a lot of grieving. Can't keep a real nigga like me down though. Better to get deceived now than down the road.
If I'm done with a person, I have to let them know. I thrive on getting closure. But that's just me. Not everyone takes the hard way out. Not everyone is mature enough to tell the other person "You could do so much better than me and we're just not ready for this right now".
Sometimes, that's just the way that the cookie crumbles. But that's why they sell cookies in packs. Some will always inevitably fuck up. If you bought one big ass cookie from like Subway and that shit fucked up, you'd probably demand a refund on the spot. Enough said.
I'm the oldest almost 24-year-old you will ever meet in your life.
I had a situation where I let her know from the jump that we were just friends. Nothing less, nothing more. She ended up catching feelings, which is understandable, but we're still cool to this day because we were both honest with each other I don't feel any sense of leading her on, just for sex. We both were upfront about our physical needs.
I don't know man. I just feel like I'm past the stages of lying just to get the pussy. What you won't do, another one will. Oh, I'll tell the small lie every now and then. Sometimes you gotta embellish with the best of them. But I'm too honest to run game. I like to look people in the eye and be 1000% honest with them. That way I don't feel bad about anything that I say.
I told a friend this past weekend that she's the manliest woman I've ever met in my entire life, and that it's really comforting. She took offense, of course, but when she figured out I wasn't joking and was being dead serious, we joked about it and moved forward.
I'm the person that if you need an honest opinion about a situation that you see unfolding in front of you, you can go to. I've hurt a lot of feelings with being honest but hurt feelings are temporary. Deception, & the feeling of being deceived, lasts a lifetime.
I remember I was talking to this one chick and she told me that we needed to fall back because she was "grieving after a loss". She told me she was grieving in May and hasn't hit me up since. That sure is a lot of grieving. Can't keep a real nigga like me down though. Better to get deceived now than down the road.
If I'm done with a person, I have to let them know. I thrive on getting closure. But that's just me. Not everyone takes the hard way out. Not everyone is mature enough to tell the other person "You could do so much better than me and we're just not ready for this right now".
Sometimes, that's just the way that the cookie crumbles. But that's why they sell cookies in packs. Some will always inevitably fuck up. If you bought one big ass cookie from like Subway and that shit fucked up, you'd probably demand a refund on the spot. Enough said.
I'm the oldest almost 24-year-old you will ever meet in your life.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Full House
This was my house in like 2003 I wanna say. This was after Hurricane Isabel came through. There were a lot of trees in our subdivision and every year we would just miss hurricane season. We got hurricanes and tropical storms but never anything this bad. This year was different though.
Me and my family evacuated from out of her house after neighbors came to our door telling us about all the swaying trees hovering over our house. We had intended to wait in our laundry room huddled up and weather the storm, like we always did. We rushed over to a neighbor’s house across the street and I stood under their front awning and watched every tree fall on my house. Every. Tree.
That’s my car there too. I had just turned 16 and I had like 2-3 more months before I got my driver’s license. I was so excited to drive and then this happened. My insurance company didn’t cover it either. They gave me some bullshit excuse saying that my parents didn’t have liability insurance or something. This is where my distrust of insurance companies began, but that’s neither here nor there.
The next day, picking up the pieces of our house was crazy. Everyone was walking past our house, taking pictures of the damage and stuff. This isn’t a news story, this was my home. For the next 2-3 weeks we weren’t allowed to stay there. Meaning we bounced from relatives house to house. Living out of our car. Taking showers and washups standing in front of bathroom sinks at rest stops and shit. I had a big life crisis you can say, where I even went as far as to question how God could allow this to happen to me. I was the good kid, the obedient kid, the studious kid. The studious kid who was now temporarily homeless. That was definitely the lowest point of my life, up until this point. I don’t know if there will ever be a point lower than that.
When I say I don’t regret anything that’s happened in my life I truly mean it. This is how I came up with my motto that it’s “Better to live with reject than live with regret”. During that 2 weeks where we bounced around looking for a temporary place to stay I thought about all the stuff I hadn’t done in life. All that I felt I was missing out on. How things could have turned out so differently. And I made a promise to myself that I would never be able to look back at my life and regret anything ever again. A promise that I will never allow myself to break to myself. Ever.
Some people get dealt shitty cards in life. And others just don’t know the rules of the game that they’re playing.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Total Request Live
Top 40 radio will never be what it used to be, and it has nothing to do with money. It’s all about selective conditioning.
Most artists out today on major labels don’t write their own songs. Most record labels employ teams of songwriters to write songs. The record label pays people to come together and write songs to beats they’ve selected, and they choose the one they want. After they’ve picked the one they want to hear created, it’s created. Now that it’s created, the record label decides which songs to place on the album, and which songs to release as singles. Then once they’ve picked singles, they decide how they want to wine and dine the radio station execs to get their songs played all day long
If you’re spending all of that money, why would you invest all of that money into creating something that will empower people? If you’re spending millions of dollars creating inspirational anthems, that could inspire millions of people to create change. This society is capitalistic at its source, so once you’ve gained financial freedom you don’t want to inspire people to be where you are. You want the class divide to remain because you benefit from that. Anything else is detrimental to you. It’s much better to use your millions to subliminally get in the minds of people all over the country to dissuade them from achieving change
If people heard 4 times an hour a song like Big KRIT’s “Hometown Hero” that could pose significant problems to the current class structure. It doesn’t benefit record label execs to have people singing that the rap game is high school and life’s a hallway.
If people realized just how insignificant the material things they cherish really are, that would change spending habits, voting habits, etc. Basically, music that contains messages are invaluable. Therefore, the music industry pays a premium to dissuade those messages getting out. It’s more valuable to major label execs and their other affluent friends to have people singing “Gucci Gucci Louie Louie Fendi Fendi Prada”. These songwriters try to keep jobs, so they keep providing these songs that are dumbing down others. They have families to feed. So, instead of actually putting real topics into their songs, they try to think of different ways to put Moscato in the song
Sure, a radio exec could really like a song, and it could be commercially fine, but will that song garner them the most payola money? It’s one huge cycle that’s put in place to economically benefit everyone who contributes to aspiring people to not aspire to be anything.
“Did you know that record execs have people rate every song on an album and will only play those rated in the middle?” - @MTrible
I want artists like J. Cole and Big KRIT and Kendrick Lamar to prosper but it’s deeper than rap. It’s about mental conditioning. There’s absolutely no way that Def Jam or Roc Nation will be able to justify putting huge advertising dollars behind a inspirational project. Saigon’s album was delayed over 3 years and after listening to it it’s obvious why it was delayed so long, if released at all.
Every song on Saigon’s album has a different inspirational message in it. To saving our kids, to crooked preachers, to believing in yourself. You know how dangerous it is to have people singing “I’m on my way up. I don’t think yall hear me”?
It’s all about playing the game. And I would rather artists not play the game if they have to sacrifice integrity. At the same time, I realize that integrity doesn’t pay the bills. And fans don’t reward integrity.
The average fan will pay money to buy the “Racks on racks on racks” ringtone off iTunes but will wait for a free download link for J. Cole. So what is J. Cole to do? The fans have placed a value on his work that he creates in the realm he’s in now. It has no value. It’s free. So, if he wants to begin to gain some type of economic gains from his music, he must change his music & enter a new realm. So that’s why you get J. Cole re-interpolating Paula Abdul songs. Integrity doesn’t pay bills and is not rewarded in the grand scheme of things. And as long as J. Cole is signed to a 360 major label deal, nothing will change.
In 2011 there’s really no way for an artist to win unless their musical strengths coincide with major label’s mission and vision. It coincides with a major label’s mission and vision for Drake to be singing “All I care about is money and the city that I’m from”.
And that conditioning goes past most people’s heads, daily. Subliminal messages.
It is what it is.
Most artists out today on major labels don’t write their own songs. Most record labels employ teams of songwriters to write songs. The record label pays people to come together and write songs to beats they’ve selected, and they choose the one they want. After they’ve picked the one they want to hear created, it’s created. Now that it’s created, the record label decides which songs to place on the album, and which songs to release as singles. Then once they’ve picked singles, they decide how they want to wine and dine the radio station execs to get their songs played all day long
If you’re spending all of that money, why would you invest all of that money into creating something that will empower people? If you’re spending millions of dollars creating inspirational anthems, that could inspire millions of people to create change. This society is capitalistic at its source, so once you’ve gained financial freedom you don’t want to inspire people to be where you are. You want the class divide to remain because you benefit from that. Anything else is detrimental to you. It’s much better to use your millions to subliminally get in the minds of people all over the country to dissuade them from achieving change
If people heard 4 times an hour a song like Big KRIT’s “Hometown Hero” that could pose significant problems to the current class structure. It doesn’t benefit record label execs to have people singing that the rap game is high school and life’s a hallway.
If people realized just how insignificant the material things they cherish really are, that would change spending habits, voting habits, etc. Basically, music that contains messages are invaluable. Therefore, the music industry pays a premium to dissuade those messages getting out. It’s more valuable to major label execs and their other affluent friends to have people singing “Gucci Gucci Louie Louie Fendi Fendi Prada”. These songwriters try to keep jobs, so they keep providing these songs that are dumbing down others. They have families to feed. So, instead of actually putting real topics into their songs, they try to think of different ways to put Moscato in the song
Sure, a radio exec could really like a song, and it could be commercially fine, but will that song garner them the most payola money? It’s one huge cycle that’s put in place to economically benefit everyone who contributes to aspiring people to not aspire to be anything.
“Did you know that record execs have people rate every song on an album and will only play those rated in the middle?” - @MTrible
I want artists like J. Cole and Big KRIT and Kendrick Lamar to prosper but it’s deeper than rap. It’s about mental conditioning. There’s absolutely no way that Def Jam or Roc Nation will be able to justify putting huge advertising dollars behind a inspirational project. Saigon’s album was delayed over 3 years and after listening to it it’s obvious why it was delayed so long, if released at all.
Every song on Saigon’s album has a different inspirational message in it. To saving our kids, to crooked preachers, to believing in yourself. You know how dangerous it is to have people singing “I’m on my way up. I don’t think yall hear me”?
It’s all about playing the game. And I would rather artists not play the game if they have to sacrifice integrity. At the same time, I realize that integrity doesn’t pay the bills. And fans don’t reward integrity.
The average fan will pay money to buy the “Racks on racks on racks” ringtone off iTunes but will wait for a free download link for J. Cole. So what is J. Cole to do? The fans have placed a value on his work that he creates in the realm he’s in now. It has no value. It’s free. So, if he wants to begin to gain some type of economic gains from his music, he must change his music & enter a new realm. So that’s why you get J. Cole re-interpolating Paula Abdul songs. Integrity doesn’t pay bills and is not rewarded in the grand scheme of things. And as long as J. Cole is signed to a 360 major label deal, nothing will change.
In 2011 there’s really no way for an artist to win unless their musical strengths coincide with major label’s mission and vision. It coincides with a major label’s mission and vision for Drake to be singing “All I care about is money and the city that I’m from”.
And that conditioning goes past most people’s heads, daily. Subliminal messages.
It is what it is.
Monday, August 8, 2011
4.28.1967 Pt. 2
See they don’t wanna listen so loud what I gotta be
Cuz my people are proud of the poverty
That got their sons shooting guns over dollar bills
He getting money snow or sunny but his daughter still read at a first grade level
And she 11 years old with her nose held high to the sky cuz she got her first purse made
Yes
On her birthday, she was singing “Birthday Sex”
Let’s skim right over what’s showing in plain sight
Looking the other way but knowing it ain’t right
Like over 50 shots now Sean Bell gone
Or a flashbang thrown in a little girl’s home
Aiyana Jones
Who? Aiyana Jones
One shot to the dome, she was 7 year’s old
It’s a shame
Imagine being daddy one day to putting your baby girl in a grave
Some things need to change
This ain’t a game
If you play into the mayhem you’ll be slaving ‘til the day you’re laying face up in a casket
With credit card sharks still asking if they can put your name on some plastic
Man it’ s a war going on outside no one is safe from
Heavy is the dark, a spark I’ma create one
Cuz a little light might be enough to make some stray from the ways of the slave
The pain of the hunger is enough to make a sane man put it to your brain for some money and a chain
And I don’t really blame em cuz if you’re in the game screaming “Money ain’t a thing” you resemble a filet
A lot of people saying that I’m preaching to the deaf
Man give that shit a rest
I’m going til the breath won’t come out a nigga’s chest
They in it for the checks
I’m in it cuz I wanna be remembered as a vet
Cuz my people are proud of the poverty
That got their sons shooting guns over dollar bills
He getting money snow or sunny but his daughter still read at a first grade level
And she 11 years old with her nose held high to the sky cuz she got her first purse made
Yes
On her birthday, she was singing “Birthday Sex”
Let’s skim right over what’s showing in plain sight
Looking the other way but knowing it ain’t right
Like over 50 shots now Sean Bell gone
Or a flashbang thrown in a little girl’s home
Aiyana Jones
Who? Aiyana Jones
One shot to the dome, she was 7 year’s old
It’s a shame
Imagine being daddy one day to putting your baby girl in a grave
Some things need to change
This ain’t a game
If you play into the mayhem you’ll be slaving ‘til the day you’re laying face up in a casket
With credit card sharks still asking if they can put your name on some plastic
Man it’ s a war going on outside no one is safe from
Heavy is the dark, a spark I’ma create one
Cuz a little light might be enough to make some stray from the ways of the slave
The pain of the hunger is enough to make a sane man put it to your brain for some money and a chain
And I don’t really blame em cuz if you’re in the game screaming “Money ain’t a thing” you resemble a filet
A lot of people saying that I’m preaching to the deaf
Man give that shit a rest
I’m going til the breath won’t come out a nigga’s chest
They in it for the checks
I’m in it cuz I wanna be remembered as a vet
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Getting To Know: Gleams
I was checking out Mostly Junkfood, one of my favorite music blogs as of late, and I stumbled across a new mixtape by a rapper named Gleams. I've heard dude's name before on Twitter but never really gave his music a listen. I read into the article and saw that he truly was a rapper that was leveraging Twitter for all of its potential. It's great to see social media work out in someone's favor. I was so intrigued by Gleams that I asked if he would do an interview for the site. Via email correspondence, I was able to ask Gleams some questions about his influences, Joe Budden in particular, and what we can expect from him in the future. Be sure to check out his latest offering "The Exception".
1. Why do you rap? Not trying to be funny, but what is the main thing you wish to accomplish using rap music?
I rap for listeners, blunt heads fly ladies and prisoners...lol naw lemme chill. I do this music to give the people something true to life and dope at the same time. Also because I'd rather make music instead of be out in these streets self destructing, plus it helps me vent/express my feelings best.
2. The reason you started rapping? What’s your motivation?
My motivation was seeing my favorite artists do what they love and get paid for it. And giving listeners another choice.
3. Your bio says that you’re from New York. How do you feel like that environment influenced your sound as an artist?
The majority of New Yorkers show me what I don't wanna be and how I don't wanna live my life. We're one of the best cities in the world but the people here just wanna do the same thing the next person is doing. I wanna detach myself from being labeled a NEW YORK artist, cuz I hate being put in a box. Still in all i love my city, i just don't like falling into a stereotype with the people who "RUN" it.
4. What are your influences, artists you look up to?
Obviously Joe Budden, John Lennon, Nas, Pac, Hov and Michael Jackson just to name a few.
5. Explain how the whole Joe Budden situation unfolded and how you two initially linked up? Do you guys still have a working relationship and can we expect any collaborations in the future?
Man I was just a fan that got to meet him at a bb kings show cuz of my homie Ice. Shortly after, I noticed Budden was following me. I been to his studio (as a fan) twice, and I never would have imagined what happened at Irving Plaza. We don't have a working relationship, we're just Twitter homies as of now. I'd love to collab with him in the future. We'll see what happens. Anything is possible.
6. What artists do you see as your main competition? Who else is in your lane or do you think you’re carving out your own niche in the rap game?
Only competition for me is the artists I look up to and myself. I don't view the local acts nor other rappers on twitter as comp. And I believe I have begun paving my own way musically, thank God lol.
7. Name one song that describes who you are as an artist. Something for people that have never heard your music.
A song off of “The Exception” called "FYI" will tell you a lot about who I am.
8. Explain your current label situation and when we can expect to hear another project.
I am unsigned, just building my brand and fanbase at the moment. And my next project should come out as soon as I drop the visuals for this project that’s out now.
9. I’ve drawn some parallels between your situation and another Twitter/Internet sensation Kreayshawn. Both of you have leverage what I would like to call “virtual fanbases” into creating a name for yourself, almost overnight. Would you agree with the idea of a virtual fanbase or do you see your fans as something else?
I mean I wouldn't call it a virtual fanbase, but I understand why you label them that. I don't mind what they are viewed as. As long as they support they can be anything but spam bots.
10. Wanted to leave room for you to give a shoutout to anyone in particular, or anyone not on our radars that we should be checking for.
Shouts to #TheCast, LNF and stay tuned to www.THEGLEAMSSHOW.com thanks for your support!
Thanks again to Gleams for doing this interview. He can be found at his Twitter account, which links to his other website.
One Day
Allow me to use this post to send my condolences to Ryan Dunn and his family. Also to the family of “Macho Man” Randy Savage. Also, allow me to point out my biggest pet peeve with celebrity death: the inconsiderate. Regardless of how either of these guys died, they’re dead. They’re deceased. No longer here among us. We should offer them some kind of respect. That’s like waiting until the anniversary of Tupac Shakur’s birthday to bash him. Oh wait, people do that too. But I digress.
I came across this article online the other day, which was about a tweet done by Robert Ebert. Firstly, why are tweets news? Secondly, how could Ebert possibly think that wasn’t out of line and too soon, mere hours after Dunn’s tragic death? Ebert might be revered in the film industry, but he obviously lacks dignity and tact.
Allow me to lighten the mood a little bit, thanks to none other than Webbie Young Savage.
I truly feel like Webbie, along with Lil Boosie, are modern day nignorant savants, but I will save that post for another day.
I came across this article online the other day, which was about a tweet done by Robert Ebert. Firstly, why are tweets news? Secondly, how could Ebert possibly think that wasn’t out of line and too soon, mere hours after Dunn’s tragic death? Ebert might be revered in the film industry, but he obviously lacks dignity and tact.
Allow me to lighten the mood a little bit, thanks to none other than Webbie Young Savage.
I truly feel like Webbie, along with Lil Boosie, are modern day nignorant savants, but I will save that post for another day.
Daytime TV Will Never Be The Same
Based music is a great avenue for people to place their energy rather than more negative alternatives out there. Sure, it's random words, but it's keeping people away from more destructive activities. When you combine the principles of the Based freestyle with one's fondness for children's TV programming, sometimes, magic happens. This is one of those instances.
*Also, if you enjoyed this, check out Yung God's other Based freestyles. Like Caillou.
*Also, if you enjoyed this, check out Yung God's other Based freestyles. Like Caillou.
Loook Up To The Sky
And I do this for my culture
All my single mothers pushing strollers, keep pushing
Don’t let that man hold you up
It’s a war going on, get your arms up
Don’t surrender, read more books
They wanna kill us, wanna spit on us
Only in America
I’m more liberal than conservative but old fashioned in that vintage low
Sip Rossi and spit vintage flows
Ask these girls if you ain’t know
I don’t ask and she don’t probe
Keep this on a need to know
That bottle service and that car service
Both get me where I need to go
Money come and go, bankroll it stay
I’m a star, give me space
At a attention and these guns about face
Got a date with destiny, I’m bout a hour late
Before we build I gotta lay the pipe
That’s my devils talking, I’m a angel right?
A sin is a sin is a sin
Don’t judge me, I gotta be the voice for men
Got expensive taste, I need Ferraris on my plate
My motto? “Only date models”
I need this icing and cake, wait
You see this bait? This Supreme. Original fate
Yall washed up, I ain’t showered in days
I live beyond my means, I gotta get paid
I got vision like a running back
I been around like culdesac
I’m drinking Jack and don’t owe you jack
Keep moving like vogues on a Cadillac
I feel alone even when I’m not
Right now I’m in a fish bowl, everybody watch
Will you hold me down or hold me up?
Do you got my back or will you front?
All my single mothers pushing strollers, keep pushing
Don’t let that man hold you up
It’s a war going on, get your arms up
Don’t surrender, read more books
They wanna kill us, wanna spit on us
Only in America
I’m more liberal than conservative but old fashioned in that vintage low
Sip Rossi and spit vintage flows
Ask these girls if you ain’t know
I don’t ask and she don’t probe
Keep this on a need to know
That bottle service and that car service
Both get me where I need to go
Money come and go, bankroll it stay
I’m a star, give me space
At a attention and these guns about face
Got a date with destiny, I’m bout a hour late
Before we build I gotta lay the pipe
That’s my devils talking, I’m a angel right?
A sin is a sin is a sin
Don’t judge me, I gotta be the voice for men
Got expensive taste, I need Ferraris on my plate
My motto? “Only date models”
I need this icing and cake, wait
You see this bait? This Supreme. Original fate
Yall washed up, I ain’t showered in days
I live beyond my means, I gotta get paid
I got vision like a running back
I been around like culdesac
I’m drinking Jack and don’t owe you jack
Keep moving like vogues on a Cadillac
I feel alone even when I’m not
Right now I’m in a fish bowl, everybody watch
Will you hold me down or hold me up?
Do you got my back or will you front?
Her
She lives next door
To the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply
I know that she’s the key to love
She is who I’m thinking of when I ain’t beating richard up
The mental images her face looked
The closest that I got was when I’m poking her on facebook
Video chats are so exciting,
Cause it’s like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
I’m getting gassed up, I think she’s liking me
She’s gullible, and I just wanna take it like a pirate
I see her in class
Not really two doors down, but any time that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, aw my shit’s getting hard
Some thoughts of dating this bitch
Her name is my password
All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches, they fuck
Are known as bitches and sluts
But she’s special, I know to ya’ll I come off as rough
But I’m the nicest to her, and I just want to concur
A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies
And stupid walks at the beach, and sharin’ straws in a cup
I never had that, so when we holdin’ hands walkin’ home
I look past that, the fact she’s fucking guys that I hate
But…
Things are looking great, cut copy
Last time that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky
Now that mr. faggot’s gone, their’s no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the roxies
Next day, metro’s taking me home
I see her in a cut at wendy’s, but she’s not alone
Who’s that guy, wait, why the fuck he ‘bout to kiss her?
Come to find out she got back with her nigga
She’s so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she replied
Or say anything, I’mma smile, I know
What do I do with myself? sit in my room for some days
Play XBox with piles full of wet socks, fuck that
My nigga asked “ace, what happened to such and such?”
I just tell him her name, and then, tell him I probably fucked
Or I could tell em the truth and say she didn’t like me much
But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska
To the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply
I know that she’s the key to love
She is who I’m thinking of when I ain’t beating richard up
The mental images her face looked
The closest that I got was when I’m poking her on facebook
Video chats are so exciting,
Cause it’s like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
I’m getting gassed up, I think she’s liking me
She’s gullible, and I just wanna take it like a pirate
I see her in class
Not really two doors down, but any time that I pass
To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
My left hand on her tits, aw my shit’s getting hard
Some thoughts of dating this bitch
Her name is my password
All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
But all the bitches, they fuck
Are known as bitches and sluts
But she’s special, I know to ya’ll I come off as rough
But I’m the nicest to her, and I just want to concur
A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies
And stupid walks at the beach, and sharin’ straws in a cup
I never had that, so when we holdin’ hands walkin’ home
I look past that, the fact she’s fucking guys that I hate
But…
Things are looking great, cut copy
Last time that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky
Now that mr. faggot’s gone, their’s no one that can stop me
From bagging her, I got these tickets to the roxies
Next day, metro’s taking me home
I see her in a cut at wendy’s, but she’s not alone
Who’s that guy, wait, why the fuck he ‘bout to kiss her?
Come to find out she got back with her nigga
She’s so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty
I wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she replied
Or say anything, I’mma smile, I know
What do I do with myself? sit in my room for some days
Play XBox with piles full of wet socks, fuck that
My nigga asked “ace, what happened to such and such?”
I just tell him her name, and then, tell him I probably fucked
Or I could tell em the truth and say she didn’t like me much
But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska
World Goes Round
We the victims of slavery
It's still alive
If you think otherwise, I suggest you open up your eyes and face reality of what's going on with you and me
We just on a longer leash with a few more opportunities than they had in the past
My grandma bust her ass and she ain't got no MediCare
Heart crying, she need money from everywhere
Just to pay off all these high ass bills, I'm tryna put her in a high ass crib sitting on the hills
So I know I gotta hustle
I can't go legit 'cause I won't net shit
Gotta make sure that my mama live behind that black vent
Only $7 a hour from the government, that don't make sense
And then they telling me to fill out they lil' applications
If it ain't about no money, by all means, motherfuck your conversation
The same shit goes on
Take a look around you, there's so much that goes wrong
And these folks still tryna hold us down
Things will never change, they gon' always be the same as the world goes round and round
The same old shit
Innocent ones who fall flat
Younger than those who be snitching for confidential slack on the time they gettin’ for crimes they committed and those the ones I feel like shouldn’t be living
Don’t have no responsibility
I’m tryna figure out how these habitual molesters that I be sitting next to sentences always be the lesser to a dope presser
My nigga Woo got 30 years for that white girl
I know amigo got 2 years for playing with little girls
Open your eyes and tell me what you see in your world
Make it better but won’t shit change
It's still alive
If you think otherwise, I suggest you open up your eyes and face reality of what's going on with you and me
We just on a longer leash with a few more opportunities than they had in the past
My grandma bust her ass and she ain't got no MediCare
Heart crying, she need money from everywhere
Just to pay off all these high ass bills, I'm tryna put her in a high ass crib sitting on the hills
So I know I gotta hustle
I can't go legit 'cause I won't net shit
Gotta make sure that my mama live behind that black vent
Only $7 a hour from the government, that don't make sense
And then they telling me to fill out they lil' applications
If it ain't about no money, by all means, motherfuck your conversation
The same shit goes on
Take a look around you, there's so much that goes wrong
And these folks still tryna hold us down
Things will never change, they gon' always be the same as the world goes round and round
The same old shit
Innocent ones who fall flat
Younger than those who be snitching for confidential slack on the time they gettin’ for crimes they committed and those the ones I feel like shouldn’t be living
Don’t have no responsibility
I’m tryna figure out how these habitual molesters that I be sitting next to sentences always be the lesser to a dope presser
My nigga Woo got 30 years for that white girl
I know amigo got 2 years for playing with little girls
Open your eyes and tell me what you see in your world
Make it better but won’t shit change
Monday, February 21, 2011
No Words
I am literally speechless after watching this.
If you have any words, please leave them as a comment at the bottom of the page.
You are appreciated.
If you have any words, please leave them as a comment at the bottom of the page.
You are appreciated.
Rappers Better Than YG
I was sitting at home, chillin, flipping through channels, drinking water. I had no intentions of blogging today. I came across this picture though.
For those of you that don’t know, the magazine XXL releases a listing every year of the 10 new rappers they feel have the chance to achieve longevity in the industry. Usually they have a good run of picking artists with legitimate talent and enough buzz to keep their names active in the hip hop circle. Notable XXL Freshman alumni include Lupe Fiasco, Wiz Khalifa, Kid Cudi & B.o.B just to name a few.
Usually, there are a few questionable selections. A guy who has a mild buzz but you’re not really sure why they made the list. This could be due to regional bias and not hearing the artist’s music (i.e. Fashawn) or hearing the music and not being pleased (i.e. Ace Hood). However, this year’s list threw me for a loop, in that the number of questionable selections was much higher than recent years.
This year’s XXL Freshman list is in no particular order:
• Lil B
• Kendrick Lamar
• Mac Miller
• Lil Twist
• Diggy Simmons
• Big K.R.I.T.
• CyHi Da Prynce
• Yelawolf
• Meek Mill
• YG
• Fred Da Godson
If you’re keeping count in your head, yes that’s 11 artists this year. They managed to add one more questionable name to the list. I’m not exaggerating when I say I had never heard more than 5 songs from over half of the list. My iTunes currently has about 6,000 songs on it, and I’d never heard even one verse from Fred Da Godson before. I listened to Meek Mill earlier this week and erased both mixtapes within the same 24 hour period. If I wanted to listen to someone that sounds exactly like Ace Hood, I would just listen to Ace Hood.
One name I did recognize though was YG, who made one of my favorite songs ever with “Toot It & Boot It”. I love the message of the song, I love the video, I love the hook. I love everything about that song but the verses. Meaning I would have enjoyed the song just as good without YG on it. Yet he’s one of the best 11 artists 2011 has to offer. Yeah.
So, since I am a hater in every form of the word, I decided to make my own list. Just 10 artists who I feel are more deserving of that 2011 XXL Freshman spot that YG has. The only caveat is that they can’t have been named the honor of XXL Freshman before. Also, I’ll leave Fred Da Godson on there until I have a chance to listen to his material. I’m fair like that.
Without further ado: “Ten artists better than YG”
1. French Montana
While not being the most lyrical person on earth, French Montana makes good music. He’s taken the baton gracefully from Max B during his absence (Free Max B) and kept the torch going for New York artists. He deserves some recognition.
2. Dom Kennedy
Dom Kennedy has made FOUR (4!!!) projects that I can listen to from beginning to end without wanting to skip a single track. I can’t even listen to one YG song without wanting to skip through his verse.
3. Chip Tha Ripper
“The Cleveland Show” was an overlooked mixtape, but I thought it was super dope. Chip has a great flow and brings a lot of charisma to the mic. Still, gets no love.
4. Anyone from OFWGKTA
And I literally mean anyone. All these kids can spit. I’m sure most of you are familiar with Tyler The Creator after his “Yonkers” video, but this honor could equally be deserving of Hodgy Beats, Earl Sweatshirt or Mike G. Even Domo Genesis is better than YG and I’m not the biggest fan of his material.
5. Skyzoo
If this list was strictly based on lyrical talent, Skyzoo would have made the list 3 years ago. That being said, he still is more deserving than YG.
6. Thee Tom Hardy
This kid can rap circles around many rappers out today, but with 2 white rappers already in this year’s XXL list I guess he was the odd man left out. Seeing as he already has a record deal with 9th Wonder, one of the best producers out today, I think he doesn’t need a cosign from XXL.
7. Flynt Flossy
YG had one huge song this year. Flynt Flossy has been a part of at least 3 huge songs. Flynt Flossy is the headline act from the Turquoise Jeep crew and they even got a few tour dates before the year ended. F-Dot-Floss deserves his shine.
And I can’t tell whether that last paragraph was serious or a joke. All I know is YG is a joke.
8. Tyga
Young Money is the largest crew in rap music today, whether you want to admit it or not. They are trendsetters. And behind Lil Wayne, Drake & Nicki Minaj, Tyga is the next best member. Tyga lost out on this honor to his label mate Lil Twist, even though Tyga has consistently been putting out quality material. Well hey, at least it was Lil Twist they chose and not Jae Millz. Who?
9. Danny Brown
I was torn with this pick between Danny Brown & Black Milk but I decided to roll with Brown. “The Hybrid” is a great body of work and I listen to it at least once every other day. His animated flow while containing the realness in his lyrics makes for great music that never gets old.
10. Starlito
Recently released from his Cash Money contract, Star is now free to go where he pleases. Which should cause labels to come running because he’s easily the most charismatic, gifted emcee I’ve named so far. To quote Starlito, “I’ve done songs with everyone you look up to, we see eye-to-eye. Google Starlito, b**** I ain’t gotta lie”. And he’s right. Starlito has put in work for awhile, and he deserves some recognition for this. And, most importantly, he’s better than YG.
*Honorable mention to Playboy Tre, who is another new artist making waves.
For those of you that don’t know, the magazine XXL releases a listing every year of the 10 new rappers they feel have the chance to achieve longevity in the industry. Usually they have a good run of picking artists with legitimate talent and enough buzz to keep their names active in the hip hop circle. Notable XXL Freshman alumni include Lupe Fiasco, Wiz Khalifa, Kid Cudi & B.o.B just to name a few.
Usually, there are a few questionable selections. A guy who has a mild buzz but you’re not really sure why they made the list. This could be due to regional bias and not hearing the artist’s music (i.e. Fashawn) or hearing the music and not being pleased (i.e. Ace Hood). However, this year’s list threw me for a loop, in that the number of questionable selections was much higher than recent years.
This year’s XXL Freshman list is in no particular order:
• Lil B
• Kendrick Lamar
• Mac Miller
• Lil Twist
• Diggy Simmons
• Big K.R.I.T.
• CyHi Da Prynce
• Yelawolf
• Meek Mill
• YG
• Fred Da Godson
If you’re keeping count in your head, yes that’s 11 artists this year. They managed to add one more questionable name to the list. I’m not exaggerating when I say I had never heard more than 5 songs from over half of the list. My iTunes currently has about 6,000 songs on it, and I’d never heard even one verse from Fred Da Godson before. I listened to Meek Mill earlier this week and erased both mixtapes within the same 24 hour period. If I wanted to listen to someone that sounds exactly like Ace Hood, I would just listen to Ace Hood.
One name I did recognize though was YG, who made one of my favorite songs ever with “Toot It & Boot It”. I love the message of the song, I love the video, I love the hook. I love everything about that song but the verses. Meaning I would have enjoyed the song just as good without YG on it. Yet he’s one of the best 11 artists 2011 has to offer. Yeah.
So, since I am a hater in every form of the word, I decided to make my own list. Just 10 artists who I feel are more deserving of that 2011 XXL Freshman spot that YG has. The only caveat is that they can’t have been named the honor of XXL Freshman before. Also, I’ll leave Fred Da Godson on there until I have a chance to listen to his material. I’m fair like that.
Without further ado: “Ten artists better than YG”
1. French Montana
While not being the most lyrical person on earth, French Montana makes good music. He’s taken the baton gracefully from Max B during his absence (Free Max B) and kept the torch going for New York artists. He deserves some recognition.
2. Dom Kennedy
Dom Kennedy has made FOUR (4!!!) projects that I can listen to from beginning to end without wanting to skip a single track. I can’t even listen to one YG song without wanting to skip through his verse.
3. Chip Tha Ripper
“The Cleveland Show” was an overlooked mixtape, but I thought it was super dope. Chip has a great flow and brings a lot of charisma to the mic. Still, gets no love.
4. Anyone from OFWGKTA
And I literally mean anyone. All these kids can spit. I’m sure most of you are familiar with Tyler The Creator after his “Yonkers” video, but this honor could equally be deserving of Hodgy Beats, Earl Sweatshirt or Mike G. Even Domo Genesis is better than YG and I’m not the biggest fan of his material.
5. Skyzoo
If this list was strictly based on lyrical talent, Skyzoo would have made the list 3 years ago. That being said, he still is more deserving than YG.
6. Thee Tom Hardy
This kid can rap circles around many rappers out today, but with 2 white rappers already in this year’s XXL list I guess he was the odd man left out. Seeing as he already has a record deal with 9th Wonder, one of the best producers out today, I think he doesn’t need a cosign from XXL.
7. Flynt Flossy
YG had one huge song this year. Flynt Flossy has been a part of at least 3 huge songs. Flynt Flossy is the headline act from the Turquoise Jeep crew and they even got a few tour dates before the year ended. F-Dot-Floss deserves his shine.
And I can’t tell whether that last paragraph was serious or a joke. All I know is YG is a joke.
8. Tyga
Young Money is the largest crew in rap music today, whether you want to admit it or not. They are trendsetters. And behind Lil Wayne, Drake & Nicki Minaj, Tyga is the next best member. Tyga lost out on this honor to his label mate Lil Twist, even though Tyga has consistently been putting out quality material. Well hey, at least it was Lil Twist they chose and not Jae Millz. Who?
9. Danny Brown
I was torn with this pick between Danny Brown & Black Milk but I decided to roll with Brown. “The Hybrid” is a great body of work and I listen to it at least once every other day. His animated flow while containing the realness in his lyrics makes for great music that never gets old.
10. Starlito
Recently released from his Cash Money contract, Star is now free to go where he pleases. Which should cause labels to come running because he’s easily the most charismatic, gifted emcee I’ve named so far. To quote Starlito, “I’ve done songs with everyone you look up to, we see eye-to-eye. Google Starlito, b**** I ain’t gotta lie”. And he’s right. Starlito has put in work for awhile, and he deserves some recognition for this. And, most importantly, he’s better than YG.
*Honorable mention to Playboy Tre, who is another new artist making waves.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The 8th Seed
I said that if I ever had a classic rant I would blog it again. Well I had one. It's about ending up in the friend zone and about people who claim that their ex is their best friend. Without further ado:
I don't trust chicks who claim their ex is their best friend. Something about that just doesn't sit well with me
If the chick claims her ex is her best friend, I automatically imply 2 things: 1) She doesn't have any female friends, & 2) Her ex has residual income pussy on deck
There's no reason your ex should be picking you up from the airport
Fellas: If you offer to pick a chick up from the airport and she declines or says "I already have a ride", she doesn't want your dick
@AlluringShrew raised a point that it could be the case for anyone. That it doesn't mean something is awry when exes are friends
If that person is your ex that means you were in a relationship with them at some point. And if you were, you thought you had a future
Very few relationships have two people that don't think there is a future between them. Only sex. It happens, but its rare.
If you view this person as your best friend, you probably still wish that future was there. And secretly, probably wish yall were together
If a female has decided she wants to be with you, her vagina will always get wet for you. Always. Can't argue with nature.
Why do you think females stick around in abusive relationships? Just like dude's dick clouds their thoughts, women's vagina does the same
If she views her ex as her best friend, it's like telling that dude "My vagina will always be here, ready when you are"
He may not act upon it immediately, but trust the he knows the option exists in the back of his head
That's how you get in situations where she tries explaining it to you like "Yeah he spent the night, but we're like good friends now"
That nigga just put it through her back and she came back to you because he doesn't want a relationship. The minute he does, yall are a wrap
You can date a chick who claims her ex is her best friend only if you're comfortable with sharing the pussy. If not, go elsewhere.
Some dudes are comfortable with sharing the pussy. I'm not one of them.
RT @ShowinOut Most females stick around because theyre scared, have low self esteem, theyre comfortable, or have kids. Not just for sex
I'll take it one step further. Men can't be best friends with a female, unless he has zero intentions of fucking her
If either of you have contemplated what sex would be like between you, yall aren't best friends. Just lovers on hold.
You're on some permanent friend zone shit but you stick around hoping things will change.
The only way the situation will change in the dude's favor is if the female comes in contact with her own mortality.
If the female endures a horrible relationship, or has a kid, or some other live changing event, then she might say "He's been good to me"
After someone else wiped his ass with her heart, then she might give you a whiff of the pussy. Might.
Even if you get that whiff, you still will have that Friend Zone Scarlet Letter on you. Let a free agent land in the area, back to the bench
The Friend Zone is like spending your prime years as an athlete on a team that always loses in the first round of the playoffs
You're better off than other dude's who don't even know her, but then again, you're not getting a ring anytime soon
Would you rather spend your prime years putting up numbers on a horrible team or being a 8th seed & get swept every year?
That's a question you have to ask yourself. Do I want to stick around on this squad, or do I want to try my luck elsewhere?
Kevin Garnett on the Minnesota Timberwolves was the epitome of the Friend Zone athlete
He was a guaranteed Hall of Famer but was stuck in no-mans land. He needed a change of scenery before he finally got over the hump
That's what some of yall niggas need that's in the friend zone now. A change of scenery.
Sure, I bet it feels good to win 41 games a year, but why not try your luck somewhere else and try to win 50 games? or 60?
And I'm done ranting. The friend zone is no joke. But its something every man experiences in life. Just gotta stay strong.
Getting in the friend zone can be demoralizing. Especially if you're in the friend zone with a known ho. But that’s neither here nor there.
? RT @AlluringShrew girls get stuck in the "friend zone" sometimes too. And it sucks equally bad for us when that happens, trust me.
@AlluringShrew The only time a female is in the friend zone is if she's not attractive whatsoever
@AlluringShrew There are no other circumstances. If he has a chick in the friend zone he doesn't find her attractive
@AlluringShrew Men don't turn down pussy. If he turned down the pussy there has to be a reason
@NahImSerious Exactly. We can be friends if I never wanna see what that mouf do
I apologize for all the people in the friend zone that I'm crushing your dreams.
I'll stop with my rant now.
I don't trust chicks who claim their ex is their best friend. Something about that just doesn't sit well with me
If the chick claims her ex is her best friend, I automatically imply 2 things: 1) She doesn't have any female friends, & 2) Her ex has residual income pussy on deck
There's no reason your ex should be picking you up from the airport
Fellas: If you offer to pick a chick up from the airport and she declines or says "I already have a ride", she doesn't want your dick
@AlluringShrew raised a point that it could be the case for anyone. That it doesn't mean something is awry when exes are friends
If that person is your ex that means you were in a relationship with them at some point. And if you were, you thought you had a future
Very few relationships have two people that don't think there is a future between them. Only sex. It happens, but its rare.
If you view this person as your best friend, you probably still wish that future was there. And secretly, probably wish yall were together
If a female has decided she wants to be with you, her vagina will always get wet for you. Always. Can't argue with nature.
Why do you think females stick around in abusive relationships? Just like dude's dick clouds their thoughts, women's vagina does the same
If she views her ex as her best friend, it's like telling that dude "My vagina will always be here, ready when you are"
He may not act upon it immediately, but trust the he knows the option exists in the back of his head
That's how you get in situations where she tries explaining it to you like "Yeah he spent the night, but we're like good friends now"
That nigga just put it through her back and she came back to you because he doesn't want a relationship. The minute he does, yall are a wrap
You can date a chick who claims her ex is her best friend only if you're comfortable with sharing the pussy. If not, go elsewhere.
Some dudes are comfortable with sharing the pussy. I'm not one of them.
RT @ShowinOut Most females stick around because theyre scared, have low self esteem, theyre comfortable, or have kids. Not just for sex
I'll take it one step further. Men can't be best friends with a female, unless he has zero intentions of fucking her
If either of you have contemplated what sex would be like between you, yall aren't best friends. Just lovers on hold.
You're on some permanent friend zone shit but you stick around hoping things will change.
The only way the situation will change in the dude's favor is if the female comes in contact with her own mortality.
If the female endures a horrible relationship, or has a kid, or some other live changing event, then she might say "He's been good to me"
After someone else wiped his ass with her heart, then she might give you a whiff of the pussy. Might.
Even if you get that whiff, you still will have that Friend Zone Scarlet Letter on you. Let a free agent land in the area, back to the bench
The Friend Zone is like spending your prime years as an athlete on a team that always loses in the first round of the playoffs
You're better off than other dude's who don't even know her, but then again, you're not getting a ring anytime soon
Would you rather spend your prime years putting up numbers on a horrible team or being a 8th seed & get swept every year?
That's a question you have to ask yourself. Do I want to stick around on this squad, or do I want to try my luck elsewhere?
Kevin Garnett on the Minnesota Timberwolves was the epitome of the Friend Zone athlete
He was a guaranteed Hall of Famer but was stuck in no-mans land. He needed a change of scenery before he finally got over the hump
That's what some of yall niggas need that's in the friend zone now. A change of scenery.
Sure, I bet it feels good to win 41 games a year, but why not try your luck somewhere else and try to win 50 games? or 60?
And I'm done ranting. The friend zone is no joke. But its something every man experiences in life. Just gotta stay strong.
Getting in the friend zone can be demoralizing. Especially if you're in the friend zone with a known ho. But that’s neither here nor there.
? RT @AlluringShrew girls get stuck in the "friend zone" sometimes too. And it sucks equally bad for us when that happens, trust me.
@AlluringShrew The only time a female is in the friend zone is if she's not attractive whatsoever
@AlluringShrew There are no other circumstances. If he has a chick in the friend zone he doesn't find her attractive
@AlluringShrew Men don't turn down pussy. If he turned down the pussy there has to be a reason
@NahImSerious Exactly. We can be friends if I never wanna see what that mouf do
I apologize for all the people in the friend zone that I'm crushing your dreams.
I'll stop with my rant now.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Overnight Celebrity
This video is absolutely hilarious. I don’t know Kwame Brown personally, but I can’t think of a bigger waste of space on any athletic team. Maybe Brazilian soccer player Amauri, but that’s cutting it close.
• The 3 teams they were talking about all seemed like likely destinations for Kwame next season. Classic.
• Only in the NBA can you get by by just being big. You don’t have to have any other discernible skill set. Just be big and you can have a long career in the NBA.
• Wing players get washed away in the NBA everyday, but big men just kinda linger around. Juwan Howard was playing basketball while I was in elementary school, and the fact that he’s still in the league is both hilarious and sad.
• I will try to sneak this video into any post I can. And this one.
Am I My Brother's Keeper?
Recently, I’ve had less and less desire to go out bar hopping and club hopping all the time. I still enjoy hanging out with friends, and I still enjoy going out and people watching, just not as frequently as I used to do in my glory days. While in college, I would find any reason to justify going out. Usually, that reason ended up being “It’s college”. But now that I’m trying to become a productive member of society, things are slightly different.
A friend of mine hit me up yesterday like “Hey, let’s go grab a beer somewhere”. So I agree to meet up with them at a bar. I’m pulling up in the parking deck trying to find somewhere to park when there are few people walking in front of my car. I wait for them to pass when I notice something. One of the women walking in front of my car is visibly pregnant. Like 8 months “I might go into premature labor and deliver a gut full of human at any moment” pregnant.
I turn to my friend in the car and try to make sure that my eyes were not deceiving me. He agreed that yes, it was indeed a pregnant woman walking past us, heading into the bar. After our fit of laughter had died down, we decided to enter the bar looking for this woman. I wanted to find her and offer to buy her a drink, just to see what she would do. Unfortunately I didn’t find her, but it was still worth the laugh.
I woke up today and thought about the situation with less comedic lenses. I don’t like judging people, but it’s clear that that woman is lacking strong voices that have her best interests in mind. Even if he didn’t indulge in any drinking – I pray to God that she didn’t – she still was walking around a smoke-filled basement dive bar at 8 months pregnant. That can’t be the healthiest of locations.
She was accompanied by another female, so I’m guessing they were both out and about looking for men they deem acceptable. I can guarantee for a fact that she wasn’t still with the child’s father. There’s no way I would allow the woman carrying my seed to go to a bar. That is beyond idiotic. Then I had a moment of clarity surrounding the entire situation. That woman isn’t fit to be a parent.
Just because you can have sex doesn’t mean you should be a parent. Just like just because you are over a certain age doesn’t mean you should be married. Everyone is different, and every situation is a case by case basis, but some situations give off clear warning signs. Going to a bar at 8 months pregnant is clearly one of those situations. The same decision process she used to justify going to the bar at 8 months pregnant is going to be responsible for the rearing, disciplining and caring for another human being. And that doesn’t sit well with me at all.
The kids don’t stand a chance.
A friend of mine hit me up yesterday like “Hey, let’s go grab a beer somewhere”. So I agree to meet up with them at a bar. I’m pulling up in the parking deck trying to find somewhere to park when there are few people walking in front of my car. I wait for them to pass when I notice something. One of the women walking in front of my car is visibly pregnant. Like 8 months “I might go into premature labor and deliver a gut full of human at any moment” pregnant.
I turn to my friend in the car and try to make sure that my eyes were not deceiving me. He agreed that yes, it was indeed a pregnant woman walking past us, heading into the bar. After our fit of laughter had died down, we decided to enter the bar looking for this woman. I wanted to find her and offer to buy her a drink, just to see what she would do. Unfortunately I didn’t find her, but it was still worth the laugh.
I woke up today and thought about the situation with less comedic lenses. I don’t like judging people, but it’s clear that that woman is lacking strong voices that have her best interests in mind. Even if he didn’t indulge in any drinking – I pray to God that she didn’t – she still was walking around a smoke-filled basement dive bar at 8 months pregnant. That can’t be the healthiest of locations.
She was accompanied by another female, so I’m guessing they were both out and about looking for men they deem acceptable. I can guarantee for a fact that she wasn’t still with the child’s father. There’s no way I would allow the woman carrying my seed to go to a bar. That is beyond idiotic. Then I had a moment of clarity surrounding the entire situation. That woman isn’t fit to be a parent.
Just because you can have sex doesn’t mean you should be a parent. Just like just because you are over a certain age doesn’t mean you should be married. Everyone is different, and every situation is a case by case basis, but some situations give off clear warning signs. Going to a bar at 8 months pregnant is clearly one of those situations. The same decision process she used to justify going to the bar at 8 months pregnant is going to be responsible for the rearing, disciplining and caring for another human being. And that doesn’t sit well with me at all.
The kids don’t stand a chance.
The Testimony
If the devil wasn’t alive Mack’ll be stressed
Riding around town in a bulletproof vest
Police everywhere armour cars and shhhhh
Worried about being another victim of a hit
But my relationship too strong. For real, I’m a saint
A child of God and if you hatin’ then you ain’t
He the only G I know to take it all with no triggers
So I put my faith in Him and never no niggas
As a result of that I’m cool, seem like I’m never nervous
So catch me Sunday mornings in that 8:30 service
Told me ride with me son and I’ll never leave you lonely
You have troubles for a reason ‘cause now you got a testimony
Most people get outrageous when they hit they knees
But I’ma thank you for the simple things, the grass and the trees
I’m grateful for everything, my fame and good wealth
I’m blessed with good money but most of all with good health
God if they don’t think I’m sincere they don’t know me, never knew me
And I tear up every time I think how good you been to me
I should’ve lost a few times and walked away without any pay
But I got favor with you and you gave it to me anyway
So when you blind in a situation believe He can show you
And if you ever need a hug then just believe He can hold you
So turn to the Lord for He’s the best to console you
And that’s the realest thing that Mack 10 ever told you
Thank you for letting me conquer my enemies and they plots
And thank you for letting my momma survive the 5 shots
It was up close and personal, a lot for a kid to see
All the stuff I been through how could I not be a G?
I know He got a purpose for me it ain’t no if ands or maybes
God in case I never told you I want to thank you for my babies
Although I’m a gangster rapper I’m pretty smart and well rounded
I never sell my soul and I promise to stay grounded
He said all you got to do is just speak it and believe it
And everything I prayed for I eventually receive it
While the devil work overtime the suckers stay doubting you
I’m aware of all my blessings and I know I’m nothing without you
Riding around town in a bulletproof vest
Police everywhere armour cars and shhhhh
Worried about being another victim of a hit
But my relationship too strong. For real, I’m a saint
A child of God and if you hatin’ then you ain’t
He the only G I know to take it all with no triggers
So I put my faith in Him and never no niggas
As a result of that I’m cool, seem like I’m never nervous
So catch me Sunday mornings in that 8:30 service
Told me ride with me son and I’ll never leave you lonely
You have troubles for a reason ‘cause now you got a testimony
Most people get outrageous when they hit they knees
But I’ma thank you for the simple things, the grass and the trees
I’m grateful for everything, my fame and good wealth
I’m blessed with good money but most of all with good health
God if they don’t think I’m sincere they don’t know me, never knew me
And I tear up every time I think how good you been to me
I should’ve lost a few times and walked away without any pay
But I got favor with you and you gave it to me anyway
So when you blind in a situation believe He can show you
And if you ever need a hug then just believe He can hold you
So turn to the Lord for He’s the best to console you
And that’s the realest thing that Mack 10 ever told you
Thank you for letting me conquer my enemies and they plots
And thank you for letting my momma survive the 5 shots
It was up close and personal, a lot for a kid to see
All the stuff I been through how could I not be a G?
I know He got a purpose for me it ain’t no if ands or maybes
God in case I never told you I want to thank you for my babies
Although I’m a gangster rapper I’m pretty smart and well rounded
I never sell my soul and I promise to stay grounded
He said all you got to do is just speak it and believe it
And everything I prayed for I eventually receive it
While the devil work overtime the suckers stay doubting you
I’m aware of all my blessings and I know I’m nothing without you
Opposites Attract
And so he said
Why you gotta be so kind hearted?
Why you couldn’t be a con artist?
Why you couldn’t, why you couldn’t be mischievous or just a lil devious the moment that we first started?
Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil time?
Why you let me use yours ‘cause I don’t got mine?
Why you always lift me up, when I’m completely giving up?
Or when niggas holla what’s up, you give a dry response
Why you giving me your last knowing you ain’t got it?
Why you always buy me something when you going shopping?
Why you tell me that you love me?
Why you always thinking of me, want my company rather than going club hopping
Why you treating my momma like she your momma too?
Why you making promises that you’ll forever do?
Whatever just to make me happy, wanting us to have a family
These are exactly the reasons why I cheat on you
And so she said
Why you gotta be so mean to me?
Why you don’t know what you mean to me?
Why you always playing games?
Why I feel like you ashamed?
Out in public curse me out and make a scenery
Why you got other bitches rolling their eyes at me?
Why text messages poppin up saying “Hi Daddy”
Why you treat me like I’m nothing?
Why you always at a function?
I be wanting to go out but you don’t ever ask me
Why you slip and say her name when we having sex?
Why you always assuming that I still love my ex?
Everytime we get into it I’m the one that’s feeling stupid
You don’t need me, you can leave me, that’s your favorite threat
Why you never how it feel to be lonely?
Why I feel I’m the last option after your homies?
Why you always gotta know that I will never let you go
Even though you get violent and put your hands on me
Why you gotta be so kind hearted?
Why you couldn’t be a con artist?
Why you couldn’t, why you couldn’t be mischievous or just a lil devious the moment that we first started?
Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil time?
Why you let me use yours ‘cause I don’t got mine?
Why you always lift me up, when I’m completely giving up?
Or when niggas holla what’s up, you give a dry response
Why you giving me your last knowing you ain’t got it?
Why you always buy me something when you going shopping?
Why you tell me that you love me?
Why you always thinking of me, want my company rather than going club hopping
Why you treating my momma like she your momma too?
Why you making promises that you’ll forever do?
Whatever just to make me happy, wanting us to have a family
These are exactly the reasons why I cheat on you
And so she said
Why you gotta be so mean to me?
Why you don’t know what you mean to me?
Why you always playing games?
Why I feel like you ashamed?
Out in public curse me out and make a scenery
Why you got other bitches rolling their eyes at me?
Why text messages poppin up saying “Hi Daddy”
Why you treat me like I’m nothing?
Why you always at a function?
I be wanting to go out but you don’t ever ask me
Why you slip and say her name when we having sex?
Why you always assuming that I still love my ex?
Everytime we get into it I’m the one that’s feeling stupid
You don’t need me, you can leave me, that’s your favorite threat
Why you never how it feel to be lonely?
Why I feel I’m the last option after your homies?
Why you always gotta know that I will never let you go
Even though you get violent and put your hands on me
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Let's Get Light: Fat Free
A lot of those articles were very heavy in content and kinda "too deep for the intro". So allow me to lighten the mood a little bit and post some videos that always bring a laugh and a smile to my face.
Enjoy.
And only the best scene from the best movie of all time. OF ALL TIME
Enjoy.
And only the best scene from the best movie of all time. OF ALL TIME
Fight Night
I hate TMI conversations. Usually it’s something I could go without hearing, for my own sanity’s sake. I think it aggravates me so much because the convos is always started off with “I know this might be TMI” or “Probably gonna be weirded out but”. No, that doesn’t give you free reign to still say whatever you were going to say. No one wants to hear about the sexual endeavors that you and your boyfriend are embarking on. At least I know I don’t. what you do is your business, and unless I feel like being just a complete asshole to you and telling you you will never know. There’s some stuff I’ve done that I’m taking to the grave. Yeah I said it.
I think it’s hilarious when females get mad that the person they have decided to become domesticated with and settle down with is not acting like the same person they fell in love with. There always seems to be a dramatic power shift once the relationship becomes official and people become more comfortable with their mate. It’s like they have to portray one side of them in order to lure the person in, but once they get a certain level of familiarity with the person then you don’t have to.
Here's an analogy that made sense in my head so I figured I would post it. Let's say you're a boxer that's trying to fight in a lower weight class. Normally, you regular boxing weight is around 170-180 but the guy at 160 is going to provide you a much bigger reward and much bigger challenge than anyone you could fight in your own weight class. So you take on the fight, and do your best to cut the weight while still maintaining your power, and what makes you you. You do all that before the weigh in and you successfully get down to your weight class. 160 isn't your normal walking around weight, but you do what it takes to make things happen. Sure, you could be 160 all year round, but if you don't really have to, why put yourself through that extra hassle? Why not just live comfortably between 170-180 and slim down when the situation calls for it?
Yes, I will pause for a bit to acknowledge one of VA's greatest athletes. Pernell "Sweet Pea" Whitaker. But I have digressed.
You’re only going to do so much once you get signs that your partner isn’t going anywhere. If there no incentive to improve, why would they go the extra mile when they can just go by the way they are? I think the situation goes both ways though. If you don’t voice your unhappiness then you have no leg to stand on when they don’t change. No one is a mind reader, regardless of what Miss Cleo says.
And allow me to use this post to say that domestic violence is wrong, no matter what the circumstances. And if you return to an abusive relationship, you’re just as much at fault. And yes, verbal abuse hurts just as much as physical abuse. Don’t try to love someone who doesn’t love themselves. And I’m out.
I think it’s hilarious when females get mad that the person they have decided to become domesticated with and settle down with is not acting like the same person they fell in love with. There always seems to be a dramatic power shift once the relationship becomes official and people become more comfortable with their mate. It’s like they have to portray one side of them in order to lure the person in, but once they get a certain level of familiarity with the person then you don’t have to.
Here's an analogy that made sense in my head so I figured I would post it. Let's say you're a boxer that's trying to fight in a lower weight class. Normally, you regular boxing weight is around 170-180 but the guy at 160 is going to provide you a much bigger reward and much bigger challenge than anyone you could fight in your own weight class. So you take on the fight, and do your best to cut the weight while still maintaining your power, and what makes you you. You do all that before the weigh in and you successfully get down to your weight class. 160 isn't your normal walking around weight, but you do what it takes to make things happen. Sure, you could be 160 all year round, but if you don't really have to, why put yourself through that extra hassle? Why not just live comfortably between 170-180 and slim down when the situation calls for it?
Yes, I will pause for a bit to acknowledge one of VA's greatest athletes. Pernell "Sweet Pea" Whitaker. But I have digressed.
You’re only going to do so much once you get signs that your partner isn’t going anywhere. If there no incentive to improve, why would they go the extra mile when they can just go by the way they are? I think the situation goes both ways though. If you don’t voice your unhappiness then you have no leg to stand on when they don’t change. No one is a mind reader, regardless of what Miss Cleo says.
And allow me to use this post to say that domestic violence is wrong, no matter what the circumstances. And if you return to an abusive relationship, you’re just as much at fault. And yes, verbal abuse hurts just as much as physical abuse. Don’t try to love someone who doesn’t love themselves. And I’m out.
Who's Hungry?
I had this conversation awhile back with someone who told me they were a vegetarian. I asked them why they were a vegetarian and they gave me this roundabout response that basically left me feeling like they did it just to say they were a vegetarian. Like using their dietary feelings as an ice breaker of sorts. Not knocking you, but you should have a reason behind it.
It really started to confuse me when the person told me that they eat meatless hot dogs and they enjoy veggie burgers. I’m sorry but isn’t the purpose of not eating meat so that you don’t want to eat meat? Isn’t that what the whole thing is based off of? Why would you convince yourself you don’t like meat and then eat stuff that looks and tastes just like meat? Maybe I just don’t get it. Maybe I’m missing something here. But I doubt it.
There are vegetarians, vegans and people who will eat anything. Vegetarians choose not to eat meat. They aren't naturally inclined to not eat meat. They usually have other reasons as opposed to taste as to why they don't eat meat. People that do eat meat eat it for taste. No hidden reasoning. Vegans are extreme vegetarians.
You could use this same corollary to describe people’s sexual inclinations. In this case, people who eat meat are straight. They know what they like to eat and they eat it. Vegetarians are your bisexuals. They try to make themselves feel better about themselves for not eating meat products, but in reality, they would eat a steak if no one was looking. That's why they try to eat veggie burgers and other bullshit. Vegans are gay people. They know what they like to eat, and stand steadfast by their decision.
I’ve met a ton of people who claimed to be bisexual and it all pretty much boiled down to they had chosen which side of the fence they were on but pretended to straddle the fence for shock value purposes. Just to say “I’m different than you. I truly am down for whatever.” When in actuality, that couldn’t be farther than the truth. Similar to vegetarians, if you have legitimate reasons or objections for why you choose to abstain from eating meat, I’m perfectly fine with that. More power to you. But if you don’t, stop being dishonest with yourself and everyone around you. Make a decision and stick with it and stand by it.
Stop convincing yourself that tofu is filet mignon. Be happy with the tofu you got, or go down to your nearest steak restaurant and dig in. Bon appétit.
*And by the way, I googled "Vegan" and this was the first picture to pop up. Go figure. I blame Oregon. And also, why I want this guy to emerge with a W tomorrow.
Yeah.
It really started to confuse me when the person told me that they eat meatless hot dogs and they enjoy veggie burgers. I’m sorry but isn’t the purpose of not eating meat so that you don’t want to eat meat? Isn’t that what the whole thing is based off of? Why would you convince yourself you don’t like meat and then eat stuff that looks and tastes just like meat? Maybe I just don’t get it. Maybe I’m missing something here. But I doubt it.
There are vegetarians, vegans and people who will eat anything. Vegetarians choose not to eat meat. They aren't naturally inclined to not eat meat. They usually have other reasons as opposed to taste as to why they don't eat meat. People that do eat meat eat it for taste. No hidden reasoning. Vegans are extreme vegetarians.
You could use this same corollary to describe people’s sexual inclinations. In this case, people who eat meat are straight. They know what they like to eat and they eat it. Vegetarians are your bisexuals. They try to make themselves feel better about themselves for not eating meat products, but in reality, they would eat a steak if no one was looking. That's why they try to eat veggie burgers and other bullshit. Vegans are gay people. They know what they like to eat, and stand steadfast by their decision.
I’ve met a ton of people who claimed to be bisexual and it all pretty much boiled down to they had chosen which side of the fence they were on but pretended to straddle the fence for shock value purposes. Just to say “I’m different than you. I truly am down for whatever.” When in actuality, that couldn’t be farther than the truth. Similar to vegetarians, if you have legitimate reasons or objections for why you choose to abstain from eating meat, I’m perfectly fine with that. More power to you. But if you don’t, stop being dishonest with yourself and everyone around you. Make a decision and stick with it and stand by it.
Stop convincing yourself that tofu is filet mignon. Be happy with the tofu you got, or go down to your nearest steak restaurant and dig in. Bon appétit.
*And by the way, I googled "Vegan" and this was the first picture to pop up. Go figure. I blame Oregon. And also, why I want this guy to emerge with a W tomorrow.
Yeah.
Glass Half Empty
I have been a subscriber to James Hannah’s videos on YouTube since he only had like 5videos on there and the rest were on his Facebook page. I don’t know what it is, but dude just has the innate ability to cut through the layers of nonsense and just tell it like it is in regards to life, pop culture, and most importantly relationships. When I logged onto YouTube earlier today, this video was in the “recent posted videos” section, so like all other James Hannah videos, I had to give it a viewing. Here it is for your viewing pleasure.
I know I don’t speak for all people, and I know it’s probably hard for people to understand this, but I truly do not care about the race of my potential wife. Not even a little bit. What’s most important to me is her personality, how she treats me, and whether we are compatible. If it comes in the form of a black woman, cool. If it comes in the form of an Alaskan midget, cool. Either way, as long as I’m happy I’m cool with it. I can’t really even judge people who say “I only date this type of person” because that’s their prerogative. Who am I to tell them what is right or wrong. Every person, no matter how ugly they are on the inside or outside, deserves to find happiness. And when they do, regardless of how they achieve it, I applaud them.
There’s nothing like happiness and nothing like finding love. I do have a huge problem however with people who constantly look down upon others who are in interracial relationships. You don’t know that person’s experiences and the reasons behind what they do. So let them be happy. If the relationship is founded on happiness, then its bullshit anyway. But how is that different than any other relationship built upon false pretenses?
I guess that’s why I have a problem with people opposed to gay marriage. Gay people are entitled to the same level of happiness as anyone else. People are people, and regardless of your views on homosexuality and your religious stance, two people living together and loving each other can be a beautiful thing. I think too many people are caught up in what is on the surface instead of wondering about the inner beauty if you will.
So shoutout to everyone out there in fruitful monogamous relationships. And also people waiting for those fruitful monogamous relationships. Your time will come. In the mean time, just put this on and zone out for a few.
I know I don’t speak for all people, and I know it’s probably hard for people to understand this, but I truly do not care about the race of my potential wife. Not even a little bit. What’s most important to me is her personality, how she treats me, and whether we are compatible. If it comes in the form of a black woman, cool. If it comes in the form of an Alaskan midget, cool. Either way, as long as I’m happy I’m cool with it. I can’t really even judge people who say “I only date this type of person” because that’s their prerogative. Who am I to tell them what is right or wrong. Every person, no matter how ugly they are on the inside or outside, deserves to find happiness. And when they do, regardless of how they achieve it, I applaud them.
There’s nothing like happiness and nothing like finding love. I do have a huge problem however with people who constantly look down upon others who are in interracial relationships. You don’t know that person’s experiences and the reasons behind what they do. So let them be happy. If the relationship is founded on happiness, then its bullshit anyway. But how is that different than any other relationship built upon false pretenses?
I guess that’s why I have a problem with people opposed to gay marriage. Gay people are entitled to the same level of happiness as anyone else. People are people, and regardless of your views on homosexuality and your religious stance, two people living together and loving each other can be a beautiful thing. I think too many people are caught up in what is on the surface instead of wondering about the inner beauty if you will.
So shoutout to everyone out there in fruitful monogamous relationships. And also people waiting for those fruitful monogamous relationships. Your time will come. In the mean time, just put this on and zone out for a few.
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