Thug Motivation 101: Bitch, I Make Hits, Y'all Niggas Waste Time...

And I'll be goddamned if y'all niggas waste mine

So, I have decided that Young Jeezy needs to be my life coach. I mean think of his songs and cameos. He is the truth. When I hear some Jeezy, I just want to go out an make something of myself. That something is not a fool. But for real, for serious though, I am going to leave you with some Jeezy bangers, and you tell me you do not want to go out and be the capitalist America taught you to be.



And let me just say that song number 3, Air Forces, I heard for the first time when I was in Miami with a dear friend. We were supposed to be going to the liquor store, on Collins. Needless to say, we ended up in Little Haiti with some niggas that smoke dirt as weed. They had Hennessey as well. We brought them back to our hotel room to chill for just a bit. We learned new slang. It was fun, the song changed my life. We heard in the car as the driver was drinking and telling us about his stint in New York. I have not thought about the whole scenario in a while. Believe me when I tell you, it was ridiculous. But safe.

Enjoy.

All I can say is: SON, this shit is (insert 90's phrase for excellence)..

Just when you thought Biggie would be rolling over in his grave if someone tries one more fucking time to ressurrect his flawless, yet limited catalogue. I am moving to the UK, they know what the fuck is up. And with that I introduce Dan Black.




I told you.

www.myspace.com/danblacksound

On another note

Kehinde Wiley's first solo exhibition at the Studio Museum in Harlem, The World Stage: Africa, Lagos ~ Dakar, is on through October 29, 2008. Known for using young black men as subjects juxtaposing them with traditional eighteenth and nineteenth century European figure paintings, he, symbolically, grants the black man his proper place in history. This exhibition is a part of a greater series where Wiley relocates to different countries making himself accustomed to their art, history, and politics, as they are not inextricable of each other. This resonates in his works.
To see is to believe. The Studio Museum is free on Sundays, thanks to Target but, at any point if you find yourself on 125th street between Lenox and Adam Clayton Powell, go inside... it is worth it.

...z

Inside and outside
Within and without
Terribly surprised
I move forward

Because I Love This Game

In the spirit of the fleeting summer, childhood, lawn games, and extreme matters of the heart (yes, I will acknowledge the pun), I offer this piece of entertainment.

Here's to the extreme and bizarre circumstances that is our existence.

Use the bathroom first...

You might wet yourself.



I am glad someone understands why Lil Wayne is not the greatest. He lacks versatility in his metaphors and platinum in a week a great MC does not make. Plus he is always talking about shit which means he probably has a messy sex life and if not, see the former.

More on this later

Viva Italia:

So as anyone who has the time to read this blog knows, Vogue Italia has broken records with their groundbreaking all black issue. I am not going to lie, the adverts still have white models causing an initial disappointment, but hey, we knew this already or else they would not have to make a concerted effort to break down and hold a mirror to racial discrepencies in the fashion world.

The actual spreads are well executed and Toccara has won my heart as she serves in fur and lingerie. (Wait til I get some money and a man... it's a wrap for him)! The only thing is that... I can not read Italian! There are too many letters! Constanants, vowels, just too much for me to take and project my limited knowledge of french and spanish on to, which sucks because great magazines delve on the intellectual moreso than say, VIBE or XXL, and DonDiva (my guilty pleasures). If anything I am glad that people can understand why I spend $10- $30 on a given magazine, the quality of the paper, the beauty of the shoots, the excellence of the model and of course the fucking clothes. I want to cry everytime I see a Cesare Pacciotti advert. 'Scuzzi for the tangent. *Ahem* But yea holler at the expensive habits, I have a few, the only cheap one is masturbation and that is not even a habit, it's boring.

If you have not already, go out and get it, it is like buying an Obama shirt, or bringing a cloth bag to the supermarket, it makes you feel like you have done something. We are not children anymore, but deep down inside, we need a bit of affirmation.

Say what you want, Naomi is the queen. If I looked this good after 20 years, I would throw tantrums and blackberrys at every fucking body. It's hard out here for a pimp.