For those who do care I very much still alive. It would appear that this blog consist of just one personality instead of two halves. But by all means I am alive on arrival.
First things first...is seems as if the world of Hip Hop has taken the scheming, brainwashing, and trickery of marketing to a whole new level. This year broke ground at a somewhat dignified level (that is if you do not count how FAME-esque Hip Hop has become) but wherever 50 Cent simmers there is bound to be empty lyrics and drama. Which in retrogade brings Hip Hop's fraudulent beef-o-meter to a steaming 100 degrees. His list of most hated comprise the likes of Cam'ron (not his perfectly entitled album...Cuuuuurrrtisssss!), Fat Joe, Jimmy Iovine (dude that cuts the check), Lil Wayne, Kanye To The, and many more until the date of his release approached til the moment a twelve-year-old rips the plastic of the CD. I'm no hater I'm just a thinker. And besides we all know that Jeffrey Atkins rules. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I remember the utterance of such supreme poetry that had the confabulations: "A dope MC is dope MC." If interested seek refuge in the lyrics of "Step Into a World (Rapture's Delight)" eloquently formulated by KRS-One, formally known as the number one, two, three, four, and five. Knowledge reigns supreme, NO GIMMICKS--sucka MC's. For G.O.O.D music look out for Kanye's LP, some hip originality (except for his sampling, lol lol lol--it is said that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, you be the judge). Huge shout out to Daft Punk. Enough of that.
I can't wait for the fall season to commence because the array of colors that this season brings to fashion is superb. Also, it appears that world has left behind the blinding fashions of the '80s.
If you haven't watched the roast of Flavor-Flav on Comedy Central please do. If you're one of the people who think that you've heard all the wise cracks that could be said about Fu-Fi, you are sadly mistakenly. I laughed so hard I couldnt move my stomach muscles for two days ( I was gonna say a week, but that's a stretch). Everything was a go so consequently it was hilarious.
This morning at about 1:09 i was chillin in my sister's black Ford Focus (that's right I was at the drive-ins, two for the price of one) and in front of me was a huge screen that was playing Kevin Bacon's new film, "Death Sentence," it was one of those movies where you can't stop sayin holy shit. Kevin Bacon has that depressed I will fuck you up if you breath to loud look because I just popped 6 tylenols and the shit ain't working so shot your pie-hole. For those who think that Garrett Hedlund, is scrumptious "Death Sentence" is a must-go-see. All in all Death Sentence is a movie that illustrates the result of what happens when you go bizerk take justice into your own hands with a very realistic ending.
No homo, but on some real shit I'm diggin' Rihanna's photogenic personality these days from her island spice spread in Essence's biggin' up Barbados to the VMA photo campaignphotographed by David LaChapelle.
And to Essence's new editor-in-chief, Angela Burt-Murray, I applaud the new look of Essence and much respect to your crew.
Since I have definitely wrote a short essay, I will leave on the note of music, since that's my thing. Check out "Paramore," a new punk rockish grew lead by a girl which is so freaking bomb. Oooooh and how much do you love J. Holiday's new single, "Bed," Fall Out Boy's "Arms Race remix" and their single "Thanks for the Memories." And on a contradictory note, I love the "I Get Money" hit by 50 Cent; the sampling on that track is bananas. Britney Spears I'm praying for you, LMFAO. Nah, I'm serious cuz she knows and I know that when she gets back to the top, everybody gonna be ridin' (add expletive if you must). Diamond is not accidental, just ask Outkast.
