By shelz.
You know it’s a slow week when some old white guy kicking ass on the metro is Hip-Hop’s top story. There have been a few listening parties, some cover art unveiled. (I’ve never understood why your album cover gets its own post. The pirate generation doesn’t normally add it to the leak anyway.) I couldn’t even find five freestyles worth putting a post together for. However, there has been an unusually high number of eye brow raising antics going on in our community. Things that have people questioning why they have pledged fidelity to what they believe is starting to turn into sinking ship. It’s early in the year, music’s off season if you will, so something has to keep the troops engaged. I just really wish it wasn’t this shit.
Hip-Hop’s Favorite Punch Drunk Dummy Gets Punched, Again.
You know, I was thinking these dudes who beat on this poor lil guy must be raging pansies. Picking on the weakest link is really some anti-machismo nonsense. However, it’s been floating around that his attacker was a chick. While I am rarely an advocate for violence, if she was melanin rich I can empathize. Berg really needs to get directions to Sweets’ spot from Q or hitch a ride with Jaden Smith over to Jackie Chan’s because too many blows to the head will have him rapping like Evander Holyfield. (Understand Berg did put Eddie Murphy’s theory to the test and told everyone it wasn’t him, but I’m not sure how that’s working out for him.) **Update, it has been confirmed that it wasn’t Mr. Berg. Autobot chains rejoice
AYE!
Wow. Really? Sigh.
If you are the cream of the crop of your incoming freshman class, and you are invited to speak at an event just for the talented 10th or 10, you write the demolition speech. It’s the one that destroys any doubt of why you were selected for that coveted spot. Being picked in the top echelon of any group brings plenty of scrutiny and folks with their master hate game prepared who think they should have been selected instead of you. So you prepare that freestyle, sorry, I mean speech to kill all the “why him?” noise. However, rhyming playa with well… playa does not get you top of the class kudos. It actually puts you in the bottom 10% at Penn Foster, home of the online GED.
28 Mixtapes in 28 Days.
Let’s do a little math for this one. Let’s just say each mixtape has 15 tracks, which by today’s standards is hella conservative. 28X15… carry the four.. two plus one plus one… That gives us a grand total of 420 songs in one month and this is the shortest month of the year. And stop your whining about work ethic and grind and while you’re sleeping he’s beasting and any other statement that should have you shipped off to insomniacs anonymous for repair. You don’t like anyone’s music that much. What if we liked album covers that much? then this column would look like…
…you get the idea. We hope.
Don’t You Know Baby?
In a very tragic turn, Turk lost his younger brother to gun violence this week and it seems his folks don’t have enough money to bury the young man. It’s sad and it’s also a bit peculiar that they had to take the route of placing an advertisement in a Hip Hop publication to solicit donations from Turks fan base. Given, I don’t know the relationship between Turk and Baby now, or Turk and Wayne for that matter, and Turk did say he wasn’t counting them out at this point, but still. If you got it like you say you got it, that’s chump change. If you refuse to help in a situation like this regardless of where your relationship stands, that might just make you a chump.
Wacka Flocka
Bottom line, love him or hate him he’s probably one of the more intriguing stories this week. Thats’s not saying much, considering this week but it is what it is. First he gets shot and decides to name his next mixtape Shoot Me or Salute Me. Then he clowns lyrical rappers and gets one of the folks interviewing him to co-sign. It would have been one thing to describe his own lane and leave it there, but he hopped in and shitted on the next dude’s lane. And it flew. What do yall think about this? Does he have a point?
Anyhow and such, I’m really hoping next week will redeem this week like a triple value coupon so we can get a reprieve from the folks who really believe the ship is sinking. Then again, if Mr. Flame is Hip-Hop’s new Pied Piper, we might just be in trouble.
