The Only Purpose 'Leaked' Music/ Illegal Downloads Serve....

Listen to The Zone 4 remix to Gwen Stefani's Luxurious:



This was a leaked version of the song. The track was made by Polow tha Don for a 'Luxurious' remix, however, Stefani and/or her label rejected the song. As a result Polow was able to shop the song to Fergie WITH Ludacris' verse already on it (hence why it sounds like it fits with Stefani's song so much better). It worked out great for Polow because he scored a couple of more tracks on 'The Dutchess'. Fortunately for me and the few other people I am able to get to listen to the original, the general population missed out on a true gem. Hopefully when you listen to the original version, 'Luxurious Zone 4 remix' you will understand why the Glamorous, ooh flossy flossy sucks major ass. I do not hate Fergie, simply, because I am not out to knock hustles but I am saying, give me a dope track, an outfit from American Apparel and I can probably get a hit as well.


Fergie's Glamorous aka Methalicious

Damn Skippy

In a watered down perspective of my general views on this life I did not ask to live but am ever so proud of spear-heading, I have decided that, yes, I am a material girl, living in a material world. Being a 'civilized' human being sucks sometimes. There are so many contradictions inherent in leading a fulfilled life. We are taught that there is a higher power and this life is meant to be dedicated to this being; we must save for tomorrow, yet live like this was our last day. Specifically in Christianity, which juxtaposes nicely with Capitalism, in America, to suffer is to be selfless and to help those that are less fortunate is a moral duty by which we must abide, all the while taught that we have the unalienable right to pursue our happiness, as Americans. So at this point I just pick and choose and as long as I am happy, I know I am handling my business.

Plus, I like things.

What The Fuck!!!!! Rest In Peace to those Killed by Killer Cops

It is about the not-so covert agendas of unifying the white race over the fear of the empowerment of blacks. Take heed and walk with your God. It is going to be a Hot Summer.

Racism is alive do not be ignorant about it.

Ice-T 'Cop Killer' (live)



Public Enemy 'Can't Truss It'



Flavor Flav '911 Is a Joke in Your Town'



Public Enemy 'Fight the Power'



Be safe...Ride with Peace (of Mind)

You Know My Steelo

Steelo



No Doubt



Beep Me 911








RIP Orish

SO...yeah

This is a continuation of a previous blog entry I will be reposting...NO.
I am not into swinging, three-somes or trade-offs. I do not care what you do, in fact I welcome the story with open arms. On the real, it is not my cup of tea.

This is not to say that I am a prude and I will be in Victorian White if someone wants to make an honest woman out of me but...give my black ass a break.

Respect that.

For a great story...

http://heyygirlheyy.blogspot.com/2008/01/expired-friendships.html

Holleration

Props to Prep for Prep, I do not know if I have ever been this proud to be an alumni in my life. No offense or anything but until last night, if you were a Prep alum that has attempted to pursue a career in the arts there were no tangible resources (this is my own perspective, I spoke to someone in the 'arts' that feels somewhat different). Due to its success I do hope this will be the first of many along this vein. Kamau Patton, contingent VI, was a contributing photographer for the exhibition entitled, "Design and the Elastic Mind" at the Museum of Modern Art, MOMA. If you have not, please do see it, it is only up through May 12 and if you know like I know, Fridays is pay what you wish from 4~8 or 9-ish. Make it happen for yourself.

As I was saying, I went last night for a private viewing. I should have taken more advantage of it, but I was into the provided spirits and the sheer joy of such a groundbreaking initiative Prep has taken on. I digress, yet again.

So, the exhibition....right. "Design and the Elastic Mind" is a very literal title for the show. It is an exhibition of cutting edge scientists trouble shooting the necessary luxuries of 'civilization' as we exponentially accelerate in the 'Information Age'. The great changes we undergo as technology and science makes incredible advances, the contributing designers have conceptual pieces to introduce the lubricant to the aggressive progress we may not be completely ready for. The added bonus was the organic technology. Mind-blowing. I am already planning to go back to get it all in. This piece is just one of reverence. Projection screen of reeds that pollenates and grows about the gallery as human traffic (read: viewing audience) pass by. A huge wall of what looks like leaves. The leaves are solar panels that move up and down as they absorbs light creating wind energy. Word? Yes, word. A street lamp that uses wind energy to emit light at night.

Science is the new art, for all intents and purposes and with function. And, apparently not everyone is retarded as I find myself believing a majority of the time. There is hope for the future, in a general, all encompassing, not really acknowledging the real problems that occur in marginalized communities sort of way. Foresight is not stressed enough, when thinking about any movements, whether its who you are going to fuck or a new drug developed without care for the long term effects; its just something we could all use a little more of.

Go see it....pretty please with sugar on top.

Have you ever almost stabbed the person you woke up next to...

because you did not know who the fuck they were?



Shawty Lo protegee, London, has a new song out called "One 2 Many". The song illustrates the sentiment one feels after having gotten crunk in the club and slid off for some cut. So simple yet poignant, towards the end of the song he croons he will never drink again. How many times have you promised yourself, God, significant others, kidneys, etc. that you will learn how to control yourself when you go out. Just one or two drinks to whet my palette and I am good; or nah I lost my mind and woke up in the staircase and had to go to work in the same clothes as the day before; or even better,trying to assess whether or not you actually had sex because you can not remember anything and your genitalia is not betraying any information to confirm or deny this speculation. This song is for you. It is catchy, decently written, and hopefully, when it comes on in the club, you will pump your brakes and not end up with cum in your eye and a dick in your butt, if that is not your cup of tea, of course.