Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

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.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Closer To My Dreams

Females look but fuck em they inconsistent
It's either she a dog or I'm scared of commitment
Neither one works so I think it's best we kick it
Love women, hate bitches. Yeah it's a difference
I got it down to a science, I'm giving you the physics

I don't fear shit but a judge that's mad with a grudge cause I made his yearly salary a week selling drugs
Give your bitch love only if we talkin tennis
That's zero zip nada, you can holla bout some business

Why I stay up? No five hour shots
I just don't wanna go back to selling five dollar rocks, so I'm on it
Living for the moment learning hard life lessons cause I'm young & still growing
Father's only son, mama's lil boy
Moving in and outta town with a package got me 'noid
Cause I'd rather take a chance before I ever be employed by a cracker who don't view me as a man but as a boy

Probably never get a chance if you meet me at a club but you can get dick, when I feel like it
It's a party in my bedroom, your girlfriends invited
I gotta her diking, I bet she like it
Swimming in her pussy like a muthafuckin pirate
Higher than the pilot, I can't lift my eyelids

Where the bad bitches at with the asses that's fat? And their ass all nice
Looking like God kissed her and blessed her twice
Might dress her in white, jump the broom and throw rice
Yeah right, fuck a bitch is what I'm screaming to the grave
Look I'm married to tha mula Hallelujah I'm paid

Yella in my bedroom singing acappella like like she gettin closer to the climax
I fuck em and replace em then erase em out my contacts
Addressbook give em no heart
Lotta fishes in the water and I'm feeling like a shark, feast up
I'm young and I'm active
I got some shit I'm tryna learn, you can help me practice
We study on the mattress, that's where my class is
Nothing but a t-shirt, that's easy access
She like me for my assets, not what I possess
So all I do is fuck her, work her out like a Bowflex
Keep up with the progress, I'm young and I'm hopeless
California weed only thing keeping me focus

Monday, July 12, 2010

Issey Miyake

I don’t think I’m the only one who’s tired of the current state of hip hop. I feel like nothing that occurs these days would surprise me. I’m sorry, but the bar has been lowered so far that almost nothing seems ridiculous anymore.

I was sent this video recently:



It’s clearly a satire of Waka Flocka Flame, Gucci Mane & OJ Da Juiceman, and that thing they call music. However, you listen to the parody verses and its not a whole lot of difference between this and what’s being played on the radio nowadays. Outrageous.

I came across this video the other day. Here is a clip of Pill and Freddie Gibbs talking about verses that mean something to them.

Freddie Gibbs + Pill = 3:16 from Yours Truly on Vimeo.



Pill, no fault on his part, recites his own verses and why he thinks they are noteworthy. Freddie, on the other hand, spits a verse from the late great Pimp C. It’s one thing to hear a classic rap verse, but it’s another thing to hear one of your favorite rappers rapping said verse. You gain a newfound respect for new artists that pay tribute to artists that came before them and influenced their style. I definitely want to see Freddie prosper. He deserves it.


As a bonus, I’ve included the original version of the UGK song, Freddie’s Pimp C tribute song, and Bun B’s autobiographical song detailing the rise to superstardom of UGK. Country rap tunes.