I watched this nigerian movie that reminded me about this sh*t. Man I love this song. Listen to the swag on the way they hit the "down low". A friend of mine who used to play guitar with "cannonhead" put me on to this during a tour many moons ago. And since it had already been like 30 years in between it's release and when I first heard it, it unsurprisingly still holds the f**k up.
These joints have hit the official 30 minute length, you just have to imagine the eight minutes of commercials in there. My lady said the alchemist looked adorable in the restaurant scene. Hahahaha, I wonder how many times the alchemist has been called adorable? excluding any time prodigy did it of course, that was probably the drink's fault.
Ooooooof, this. This. This. This is the type of sh*t that gets passed a whole bunch of people, some of whom are paid specifically to not let this kind of sh*t get passed, and then once it becomes clear that it was a bad idea, everyone wonders how it happened in the first place. Also, let’s face it, this is some white people sh*t. This is what I know about it: a book was published by the same name, which I believe makes no reference to the event at hand but rather uses the word as an allegory of sorts for personal tragedies or disasters in the author/character’s own life. The clothing brand then partnered with the author, and I guess publishing house, to cross-promote and release a limited edition sweater with the tag. And here is where red flags should have gone up. For, without the context of the book, the sweater seems pretty f**king inappropriate. Even within the context of the book, the tag plastered on a sweater for no other reason than it being there, seems poorly thought out. Now I know it’s not cool to be pc and it’s certainly not cool to call out a local brand that was no doubt well-intentioned. But this also seems uncool to me, so what can you do? The proceeds go to oxfam and that’s cool but making light of a mass-killing is decidedly less cool. Also the sweater isn’t that nice, but sh*t, I guess that’s beside the point. Why do we keep making these mistakes? I saw a whole bunch of people online, either blind to or uninterested in the inherent sh*ttiness of the concept but thankfully I saw a few, far fewer, who took offense. It seems so clear and yet it’s not. I won’t go into the fact that ‘moi’ is me in French. Truthfully though, I’m not even as mad at them for putting it out there as I am at those who buy this sh*t and have the cojones to wear it.
This verse from 3000 is one of the craziest things I’ve ever heard. As if we don’t already know what he can do, he comes along (awhile back admittedly) with this sh*t and makes you feel all kinds of stuff. I suggest that anyone who’s having a hard time accessing any sorts of feelings at the moment give it a listen and I caution anyone who’s having a hard time with over-feeling at the moment against doing so. Also he takes that sh*t everywhere, mum to best friend to significant other to kid, so there’s no reprieve ya know? and just when you think you have a facet of your life that’s messy but more or less dead to the pain figured out, he opens that sh*t right back up.
3000 shares a surprising amount of personal stuff here but remains so dignified and self-contained in the process that you leave empathizing with the dude but without any of the icky feelings that sometimes accompany being party to oversharing. He’s a goddamn magician. You even give him his space with some of the sh*t, like man I don’t know exactly how that feels but I can still respect it. I’ve listened to his part so many times I’ve lost count and I don’t think I’ve ever listened to tip's all the way through once. That’s no disrespect to t.i. he’s great, but even he knows he got bodied here. Also the hook sucks and the beat is average at best so 3000 had to climb a f**king mountain to make this sh*t memorable. I guess that makes tip his Sherpa.
This is dope. Who else can make a joint where they got their name in every line and still have that shit sound fresh? WHO?!?! As enjoyable as this is, it does kind of make you wish kanye would have made his own beat for it.
Saw everybody going crazy about this dude awhile back when he performed with chance the rapper on some late night show. He's rapping like a motherf**ker on this right here. Though it took two listens before I was with the hook, that second verse is some sh*t. Seems he also co-produced it, which is the fastest way for a rapper to get my respect.
This is kind of cool. I must admit I didn't watch the whole thing though, being that I'm a grown man with things to do. You know how it is. I always respected street fighter's commitment to consistency, I mean it took capcom like a decade and 8 versions before they got to part 3, and when they did, it was exactly like part 2. Fortunately that's because there's definitely something to the idea of not fixing something that isn't broken. Years after turning into a passive-at-most gamer, I could still walk up to any new street fighter console and whup the sh*t out of 2/3 of my opponents. I remember being ten years old and crushing this adult dude so many times consecutively that he punched me in the stomach. You know what you do when you're a ten year old who just got assaulted by 30 year old alcoholic? You wince, stone facedly take his apologies, beat him one more time and then bike home as fast as you can weeping and looking over your shoulder like a little b*tch. Tell you one thing though, never caught a motherf**ker slipping since.
Man 1996 was a f**king great year for rap music. I could go on forever about the classic albums released that year but I'm not going to. Not right now at least. Con's got a pretty good story here about bone thugs vs wu-tang, which is beautiful. I don't know who I'd bet on if that was a vegas card. What would the matchups even be? wish vs ghost? layzie vs inspectah deck? bizzy vs killaramy? Where would your loyalties lie? I got cleveland on this one, partially because kyrie irving is the sh*t.
It's the baby faced killer with an offering in the name of the light skin jesus. Bibby was/is my favorite from the chicago drill class of whenever that was, so I'll forgive him for this. I mean we never had that meeting to decide on the official light-skinned spokesman. I'm not going to lie, I had my heart set on larry fishburne.