SOHH NYC

This ain't nothing but business as usual for Hot 97 they'll never change just face it ain't nothing u can do about it but flip to switch to Power 105 and they play the same bullshyt 10 songs every hour back to back as well. Hip-Hop is dead what do you expect?

As for X, I'm lookin' forward to another album from the dog I think "Year of the Dog" was slept on and that single he had out was pretty damn good real talk!

OH YEAH 1ST BYTCHES!
BROOKLYN STAND UP!

U PUNK MOTHERFUCKER DMX WENT PLAT WITH HIS LAST ALBUM Reckless EAT A DICK BITCH

FUCK THE WESTCOAST

What's good my peoplez?

Are You A Hip-Hop Apologist?
By Paris, www.guerrillafunk.com
April 18, 2007
Since the Imus controversy erupted there has been a lot of finger-pointing and blame-placing as to what the root of the problem really is. Of course, we all know that racism and sexism existed before hip-hop -- that's a given. But it's completely beside the point when our (black) culture is dictated to us by white corporations. Follow me...

For the record, most folks in our communities didn't even know Don Imus before he made headlines with his slurs (and many still don't). For the most part, we remain oblivious to the tirades of him, Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity and others who constantly malign us and foster a climate of intolerance simply because these talking heads don't speak to US. For Imus to blame black culture as being the reason for his ignorance is both sad and backwards. He's a racist and a sexist, pure and simple, and he can't blame an art form or a culture that I'm certain he has little knowledge of for his actions. The fact that he named hip-hop "culture" as a culprit is telling, however.

If you haven't noticed by now, life imitates art -- it's not the other way around. There is no stronger cultural influence on people now than popular media, and hip-hop is at the forefront. Ask almost any child about the lyrics to a popular song or a scene from a video or movie and more often then not they will know the details better than they know their school lessons. Entertainers and the culture of celebrity that we find ourselves living in often hold more weight with kids then parents, educators, preachers politicians or even sports heroes. Can we blame some rappers for selling completely out? Of course. Be we have to look at the entire picture.

The argument is often made by Russell Simmons and others that rappers are poets who simply report on what they feel and their surroundings, and that they shouldn't be censored. As an emcee, on that point we partially agree -- we shouldn't be censored. But balance between the negative and positive needs to be provided, and it currently isn't. Most artistic integrity is questionable at best. My understanding is that artists are supposed to express what they believe in at all costs (if not, there's work at the post office). But most don't, and they mold their approaches to making music based on what they perceive major labels wanting. If Def Jam or Interscope or any of these other large culture-defining companies issued a blanket decree that they would only support material and artists with positive messages then 99% of those making music now would switch up to accommodate. That's real talk. I'm not saying these labels should (or would), but if they did, gangstas would stop being gangstas and misogynists would stop being misogynists at the drop of a DIME. Many artists are like children, and most will say and do what is expected of them in order to benefit financially. And although there is definite self-examination that needs to take place within the artist community, the lion's share of the blame falls on the enablers who only empower voices of negativity. Record labels and commercial radio often use the excuse that they are "responding to the streets" and that they are "giving the people what they want." BULLSHIT. They dictate the taste of the streets, and people can't miss what they never knew. The fact is that there are conscious decisions made by the big business and entertainment elite daily about what to present to the masses -- and it is from those choices that we are allowed to decide what we do and do not like. Who presents the music that callers are invited to "make or break" on the radio? That callers are invited to "vote on" on T.V.? Who decides on what makes it to the store shelves or the airwaves at all? Like I said, life imitates art, and pseudo-black culture is determined by those other than us every day. Walk into any rap label or urban radio station and you can count the number of black employees on one hand.

The argument in response could be made in defense of labels that if they don't respond to the streets then the music will just go underground. Huh? WHAT underground? Do you know how much good material is marginalized because it doesn't fit white cooperate America's ideals of acceptability? Independents can't get radio or video play anymore, at least not through commercial outlets, and most listeners don't acknowledge material that they don't see or hear regularly on the radio or on T.V. Very few of us are willing to actually seek out material and messages to identify with. As with anything in our fast food culture, we want our entertainment choices fast and in our collective face. For most listeners, all the rest need not apply.

What I want to know is, when did the worst in us become normal and accepted? When did it become par for the corporate course that "black man as thug" and "black woman as slut" be business as usual? Major companies now line up to profit from the buffoonery of a few...at the expense of us all. MTV, Viacom, Clear Channel, Boost Mobile, Amp mobile, Chevy, all major record labels and most video games come readily to mind, but there are many others.

I'm not a hater...although I do hate the imbalance in the industry right now and the negativity it fosters. I'm not calling for censorship. You can't lump me in with the Jesse Lee Petersons and the Armstrong Williamses of the world...bourgeois self-hating black men who demean other black people and profit at our expense. And nobody can say that I'm unqualified to speak on it, since I've contributed to the sale of just under 4 million albums independently, still run my own successful counter-establishment label (www.guerrillafunk.com) and have been embracing messages of self-esteem and self-sufficiency for years.

Like I said, I'm not calling for censorship, but I am calling for balance. I'm calling for more representation of points of view other than gangsta rap and escapism. More revolutionary voices. More voices of women. Where is the diversity? Music can only be kept artificially young and artificially dumb for so long before an inevitable backlash ensues, and that's what we're seeing take place now. Overall album sales for the January 1-April 2 period are down 16.6% -- with a 20.5% decline in CD album sales since last year -- and an even greater decline in hip-hop. Since LAST YEAR (and it was already raggedy last year, believe me). We're seeing the industry implode before our eyes. I heard somebody say recently that in this current era of style over substance Stevie Wonder, Parliament/Funkadelic, Earth, Wind & Fire, Curtis Mayfield and others would never have been signed. Let that sink in for a second. They would never have been signed. Some of the very architects of black music as we know it would have been sidelined too, just as countless others are now, because they wouldn't have fit into white corporate America's cookie-cutter feel-good box of acceptable black behavior and appearance. Same goes for me, Public Enemy (they'll take the Flav, but not the Chuck), Kam, X-Clan, BDP, Wise Intelligent, dead prez, Zion-I, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, The Roots, Blackalicious, Immortal Technique, The Coup, T-K.A.S.H., Michael Franti and a host of others.

So how many half-naked women sipping Cris draped in blood diamonds poolside will it take before we collectively agree that shit is tired now? How many backward-ass coons with tats and plated grills and pimp cups etc. in the strip club before we all agree that enough is enough and that we need balance? When did the bar get set so low? When will we demand more? And as for Simmons' argument that "rappers are reporting what they see" etc, how are cocaine-kingpin rhymes or poolside pimp-nigga fantasies anyone's reality? Miss me with that bullshit argument. Yes, there should be room for all voices to be heard, but we have to be treated and presented equally. Now we have bitches and hos, players and pimps, gangstas and dealers -- but no kings and queens, no revolutionaries, no dissent, no political commentary and no anger -- how is that? In an era where EVERYTHING is political and people are more disgusted with the way things are more than ever? It's no mistake. Yes I can say that we have failed, that we have allowed black culture to once again be co-opted, diluted and prostituted. Commercial rap culture is now to hip-hop is what disco was to funk. No wonder Nas is saying it's dead.

And who's to blame? Definitely not artists like the ones mentioned above. Not most artists at all, actually, because we don't control whether or not we're seen and heard by the masses. No, the blame needs to squarely sit on the shoulders of those who run the labels, the commercial radio stations, the television studios and the large corporate sponsors who reward only the worst in us and seem hell-bent on pursuing (with little success) the most fleeting, fickle demographic of all -- 12-16 year old adolescent females. You know, the demo that's the most impressionable, with the least amount of loyalty or disposable income. Brilliant.

Know that it's okay to call shit like it is and quit being cowards worrying about who we'll offend. It's okay to blame Simmons, Lyor Cohen, Jimmy Iovine, Antonio "L.A." Reid, Kevin Liles, Bob Johnson, Debra Lee, Michael Martin and others of their ilk because the blood is on their hands. They are the gatekeepers of popular culture and they are the ones who determine what you see and hear. They can't say that their decisions are based on economics when they exclude voices of reason because there are literally hundreds of millions of people globally who feel the same way. What about that consumer base? I guess that money is no good, huh? Fuck outta here... Remember, part of the strategy of mind control is to fool the public into thinking that they have choice. We do, but the playing field is so skewed in the favor of mega-corps that the contributions of the alternatives are often viewed by most as insignificant.

So yes, there is a problem, but the fake "Kumbaya" moment on Oprah recently won't solve it. Are we really going to look to those individuals who have made a killing off of pushing poison to us to fix the problem? We shouldn't. Instead, we should vote with our dollars and continue the campaign of public shame until we see some concrete change. The music industry as we know it is on its death bed. People are now more tired than ever of 'music business as usual' and style over substance.

Imus was an insignificant part of a much greater problem. Sure, his incident opened up national discourse regarding issues of race and sex. And yes, it is now more apparent than ever that whites have a hard time acknowledging racist and sexist behavior in other whites as being solely their fault. Most black artists are not to blame, as we often can't been seen or heard without white help. But it's important to note that many of us can and should know better when saying and doing the things we say and do. It's easy to despise the indefensible, and media outlets like Fox News have made good money demonizing those with little real power.

But will we champion the good among us?

I love DMX but I think his time has come and gone.. Should have laid off the crack for a couple of years when he was hot!!!

no comment @ hot 97... but DMX is a better rapper then 96 percent of these catz out right now.. i hope he do good.. ima buy that CD when it drop..

i'm out

ITS ME BITCHES...

HOT 97 is definitely gonna lose listenersip as a result of this moral change, but i'm game to seeing where all of this will eventually lead.

Will Blacks Entertaining Their massa TV follow suit? Left to be seen, I suppose.

Year of the Dog...Again
Released: August 1, 2006
US peak position: #2
RIAA certification: Platinum
Singles: "We In Here", "Lord Give Me A Sign", "Come Thru"

Yeah he's a crackhead wreck-less, but so was the majority of U.S. Presidents, let's be factual here. And you're supposed to be repping New York??

I luv X, I'ma cop dat album when it drops... "According to the folks over at Island Def Jam, June 26th will be the day that The Definition of X: The Pick Of The Litter, will be hitting stores." I thought he was on Sony/Columbia. Anyways... and btw I read dat "Year of the Dog... Again" was recently certified Platinum by the RIAA.

DMX did not go platinum, what Odemic posted is false (esp. if you got it from wikipedia, which I assume you did) As a DMX fan, I'm going to admit that "Year of The Dog" did flop even though I enjoyed the album which was better than most albums that were released that year. Really looking towards his next release.

wrong Hot 97... do your research

YOUNG BUCK JUST QUIT G-UNIT!!

IT'S OFFICIAL!1

Posted by: Hard Truth Soldier at April 23, 2007 9:09 AM

BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

YOUNG BUCK JUST QUIT G-UNIT!!

IT'S OFFICIAL!1

Posted by: Simple Simon at April 23, 2007 9:42 AM

AND YOU ARE ON YOUNG BUCKS DICK

IT'S OFFICIAL!2

Dont believe the hype Buck is still on G-Unit

BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 9:44 AM

Who asked you if it was boring?

Use that pea brain of yours to think about something other than nothing.

Dumb Nigga!

Basically Wreckless had nothing else to talk about so this is it... I wonder what it is about this site that make people return. Can someone let me know?

Who asked you if it was boring?

Posted by: Hard Truth Soldier at April 23, 2007 9:51 AM

The same person that asked you to post that long ass BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG comment.

These days, aiding police in ANY crime (rape, murder, maiming, killing newborns) is the moral equivalent to snitching, says the 60 Minutes report. Since Cam'ron has been beefing with 50 Cent, I decided to write "21 Questions" and situations in order to test the strength of the Harlemite's "No snitching" policy.

1. Would you talk to the police if somebody in the hood killed your one of your immediate family members (mother, father)?

2. Would the cops get a call from one Cameron Giles if his son was threatened?

3. If you knew of a plot to destroy the entire planet Earth by space aliens, would there be a call placed from a certain leader of Dipset to President Obama?

4. Captain America was recently killed off...couldn't Cam have given him a warning before the sniper bullet hit?

5. Speaking of snipers, if Cam'ron was reared in the ‘60s and knew of the COINTELPRO plot to destroy Black leaders...couldn't the Nation get some "snitchy" love?

6. James Earl Ray's spilling his guts? No action? You know the killers of Biggie, Pac, Big L, Jam Master Jay, Scott La Rock, Jimmy Hoffa, Ren, Stimpy and others...can you speak up?

7. Capo Jim Jones gets all of the master's of his new album stolen, which contains a hit bigger than "We Fly High (Ballllllin!)" and you know the only way to get it back is through the cops...?

8. Okay, let’s try this a bit differently. If you knew a band of diseased monkeys were hiding out, would you tell authorities where they were so they couldn't spread their infectious disease to more humans?

9. Would you use a snitch to find information on a crime against you even though you hate snitches? Police do this a lot!

10. If a female bit off your Johnson and hid it, would you tell the cops who did it to get it back? (No homo x 1,000, pause and all that.)

11. Your son has been kidnapped and the kidnappers have a special request in order for him to be returned safely. They simply want you to "tell" on them. What do you do, even though they refuse money?

12. You catch Jeffery Dahmer with a human hand in his hand...911 on the sneak tip?

13. If a man raped his daughter, wife or mother on 125th in Harlem and was going to go on vacation, because nobody would ID’d him... would you "snitch" then?

14. If you could anonymously snitch on the world's biggest drug dealer for $1 billion dollars, would you?

15. Would you snitch on Osama Bin Laden if he lived in Apt. 4E with his dialysis machine?

16. A doctor is performing surgery while drunk and causes somebody to have permanent watermelon-sized head, and you know he had a 40 ounce before cutting. What?

17. You know of a filthy, low down snitch that is going to snitch on you for a murder you didn't commit. Do you snitch on the snitch to clear your name?

18. The Ku Klux Klan decide it’s time to reinstate slavery and they start with whipping you like a slave, Roots-style, do you just take it or take it to the police?

19. You can become a national hero if you reveal _______ orchestrated the September 11th terror attacks if you just drop a big dime. Can the government get change?

20. Would you tell if somebody stole every dollar you owned and swiped your pricey Lambos too?

21. If 50 Cent had a plot to destroy your illustrious, highly profitable and successful recording career, would you...nevermind!

Stolen From Allhiphop.com

BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 9:44 AM

Who asked you if it was boring?

Use that pea brain of yours to think about something other than nothing.

Dumb Nigga!

Posted by: Hard Truth Soldier at April 23, 2007 9:51 AM

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

He's not a ni99a he's a wigger whose name is HClownDike.

Basically Wreckless had nothing else to talk about so this is it... I wonder what it is about this site that make people return. Can someone let me know?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 9:52 AM

Your right. We should all go over to the-xfacta.com and talk about the important topics that can be found there everyday.

I wonder what it is about this site that make people return. Can someone let me know?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 9:52 AM

Personally I come back for your awesome top 10 lists.

@I wonder what it is about this site that make people return. Can someone let me know?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 9:52 AM

Personally I come back for your awesome top 10 lists.

Posted by: SOHH SARCASTIC ASSHOLE at April 23, 2007 10:01 AM
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Thanks , at least someone appreciate my hard work.. lol....

Yo BK Dude, what's good with you?

The same person that asked you to post that long ass BORINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG comment.

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 9:56 AM

& what do U have 2 offer?
other than a juvenile grammar school reaction, that will only amuse your fellow 6th graders?

Thats what's wrong with society now! People only hear what they want....in this case see what they want. They aren't even talking about HOT97 in New York!!! They are talking about some station in Mississippi, HOT 97.7, WRBJ-FM. But that doesnt stop people from getting on their soap box and preaching to the choir. When people realize Hip Hop is not THE problem it is just a catalyst within THE problem. Stop blaming everyone and everything else for what you're not doing to empower and uplift your community. DO YOUR PART!

DMX did not go platinum, what Odemic posted is false (esp. if you got it from wikipedia, which I assume you did)

Posted by: hmmm... at April 23, 2007 9:36 AM

Prove it, post some numbers or shut up.

& what do U have 2 offer?
other than a juvenile grammar school reaction, that will only amuse your fellow 6th graders?

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 10:03 AM

You pretty much summed it up, that's about all I have to offer. I'm sorry I don't spend my free time on the internet cutting and pasting articles from other websites.

Yo BK Dude, what's good with you?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 10:02 AM

Ain't shyt wats good with u my dude?
Wat up Dre, Odemic I c ya'll....

The Hot 97 you are writing about is NOT the Hot 97 in NYC. We need to get facts correct before we write these types of articles. The Hot 97 in the article is in Jackson, Mississippi

Thats what's wrong with society now! People only hear what they want....in this case see what they want. They aren't even talking about HOT97 in New York!!! They are talking about some station in Mississippi, HOT 97.7, WRBJ-FM. But that doesnt stop people from getting on their soap box and preaching to the choir. When people realize Hip Hop is not THE problem it is just a catalyst within THE problem. Stop blaming everyone and everything else for what you're not doing to empower and uplift your community. DO YOUR PART!

Posted by: Tru Hip Hop at April 23, 2007 10:07 AM

co-sign

Thats why last Friday, April 20 (My favorite Holiday) I did something for my community. Usually when I go to the corner store I refuse to by various cigars for teenagers when asked to do so. But last Friday, I said "fuck it" and supplied all the little kids with flavored blunts and dutch masters.

@ T LAZY BONE,AHHHH HAAAAAAA DMX LOST IT LONG AGO,AND NO HE AINT GO PLAT HIS LAST ALBUM,SOUNDSCAN DONT LIE PLAYA,
FACE IT,YA MANS WASHED UP.IM SORRY TO SEE IT TOO BUDDY(I CAN HEAR THE HURT IN YOUR TYPING)I HAV ALL DMX ALBUMS,
WELL THE FIRST FIVE,ANYTHING AFTER THAT
IS PURELY SUSPECT.ANYBODY WHO SMOKES CRACK,ROBS PPL,LIVIN GRIMY AND HAS
MILLIONS IN THE BANK NEEDS HELP.ITS
ALLMOST 2010 DOG,GROW UP.

@Basically Wreckless had nothing else to talk about so this is it... I wonder what it is about this site that make people return. Can someone let me know?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 9:52 AM

Your right. We should all go over to the-xfacta.com and talk about the important topics that can be found there everyday.

Posted by: SOHH SARCASTIC ASSHOLE at April 23, 2007 9:59 AM
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Thanks for the promo but my website isn't fully complete, but I do plan for it to be finalized this weekend. I hope that you come by and lend some of your knowledge and insight. I have been coming to this site awhile (before as Cyberthugz) and wanted to see if I can create something similar, but offered free/paid music... I know that I'm not as bright as some of you are and that maybe my site will flop, but I will never know until I try

That's just fucking stupid. You're a hip-hop station. Play the music or go out of business.

they are supposed to ban any entertaiment, that "so called" hurts the public. i guess when the rappers turn to doin movies, they'll put restrictions on that too. lol

but can anyone make a list of the songs that are geared towards degrading black women, or u feel degrades black women?

That's just fucking stupid. You're a hip-hop station. Play the music or go out of business.

He's not a ni99a he's a wigger whose name is HClownDike.

Posted by: Xclusive BK Dude at April 23, 2007 9:57 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
LOL!

You pretty much summed it up, that's about all I have to offer. I'm sorry I don't spend my free time on the internet cutting and pasting articles from other websites.

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 10:09 AM

whether I cut & pasted is besides the point, it's something 2 thinkg about. it's a slooooow day @ the office, but U would know anything about that becuz U's a big Barry White lookin' muthafucka

Shouts 2 The Real
Peace 2 XclusiveBKDude, XFacta.com
I CEE U

Thanks for the promo but my website isn't fully complete, but I do plan for it to be finalized this weekend. I hope that you come by and lend some of your knowledge and insight. I have been coming to this site awhile (before as Cyberthugz) and wanted to see if I can create something similar, but offered free/paid music... I know that I'm not as bright as some of you are and that maybe my site will flop, but I will never know until I try

Posted by: The-XFacta.Com at April 23, 2007 10:16 AM

Honestly, I hope your webstie does well. I'm anticipating for the opportunity to bring my "stanning" expertise to your webstie.

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Thanks for the promo but my website isn't fully complete, but I do plan for it to be finalized this weekend. I hope that you come by and lend some of your knowledge and insight. I have been coming to this site awhile (before as Cyberthugz) and wanted to see if I can create something similar, but offered free/paid music... I know that I'm not as bright as some of you are and that maybe my site will flop, but I will never know until I try

Posted by: The-XFacta.Com at April 23, 2007 10:16 AM
^^^^

I give u props for going after what u want homie. WHEN u do get ya site up, please don't hire dumb ass bloggers like Gyant from the ATL blog and Reckless. your site will lose credibility.

why are ppl pulling DMX's figures out they ass. thought only the g unit fan club did that. that album aint even gold. DMX was the shit tho, WAS being the operative word

@ Bobby

Co-Sign that shit. Hire ME.

but can anyone make a list of the songs that are geared towards degrading black women, or u feel degrades black women?

Posted by: they really trine to stop rap at April 23, 2007 10:22 AM

Dead Prez - Mind Sex

Let me stop playing how about the feel good summer anthem of 2006

Camron - "suck it or not"

That's just fucking stupid. You're a hip-hop station. Play the music or go out of business.

Posted by: Itsmeagain at April 23, 2007 10:22 AM

^^^^^^^^^^^

Ignorance is bliss!!

they are supposed to ban any entertaiment, that "so called" hurts the public. i guess when the rappers turn to doin movies, they'll put restrictions on that too. lol

Posted by: they really trine to stop rap at April 23, 2007 10:22 AM

I guess U missed the big fuss about 50 Cent holding a gat on his movie poster, which caused ann uproar in the hood, but it was okay 4 James Bond 2 do the same

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

That's funny...Reckless on here speakin death at a local station when in fact the truth she's tryn to speak on isn't even about an NY Radiostation.

Happy Monday Reckless!

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Yawwwwwnnnn...

DMX did not go platinum, what Odemic posted is false (esp. if you got it from wikipedia, which I assume you did)

Posted by: hmmm... at April 23, 2007 9:36 AM

Prove it, post some numbers or shut up.

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point is, you use wikipedia to prove that his album went platinum? you can't even justify your argument by posting something from wikipedia LMAO I could go right now and change that he went 5x platinum, you still going to believe that? the point is, anyone could type anything there and if wikipedia was such an accurate site, schools would allow students to source but it's not, so YOU put up actual numbers to prove that he went platinum...

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why are ppl pulling DMX's figures out they ass. thought only the g unit fan club did that. that album aint even gold. DMX was the shit tho, WAS being the operative word

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what dude said...the only numbers I can use as a benchmark to prove he didn't go platinum was the numbers from the first few weeks after his album was released, roughly after a month, his album did very little numbers. Around end of september, X only pushed a little over 300k (with sales declining each week) so to tell me he was able to push 600k+ in less than a year since his album was released, is pretty farfetched

whether I cut & pasted is besides the point, it's something 2 thinkg about. it's a slooooow day @ the office, but U would know anything about that becuz U's a big Barry White lookin' muthafucka

Shouts 2 The Real
Peace 2 XclusiveBKDude, XFacta.com
I CEE U

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 10:32 AM

If I did look like Barry White, what the fuck does that have to do with not being in an office?

Name calling, now thats something
that will get you a juvenile grammar school reaction, that will only amuse 6th graders!!!

Anyways, why did you post that long ass article under a different screen name?

I still think the article was boring, because all that did was repeat what most of the people in here was already said. It also felt like that "fake Kumbaya" feeling I got from watching Oprah last week. Boring!

Posted by: Itsmeagain at April 23, 2007 10:22 AM

Eminem's - Spend some time.

What's good SOHH?

How did a Missippi radio station get mixed up in an NYC blog cuz HOT 97 NY staff probably woulda walked out on them for that (maybe not lol)but it would separate the real from the sellouts (blurry line nowadays). They point they are missing is that we need equal representation I wanna be able to hear T Pain as well as Lyfe Jennings or DJ Unk without missing a dead prez release. My advise to the good mc's with deal is to start payin the jocks too to even the field.

so to tell me he was able to push 600k+ in less than a year since his album was released, is pretty farfetched

Posted by: hmmm... at April 23, 2007 10:56 AM

Not really, I did it

What it do SOHH!

Dayum will SOHH get someone from the 5 boros to rep dis mofo. She or he don't even know that this isn't the NYC Hot- 97 they are talking about.

As for DMX, Where My Dogs At?

They point they are missing is that we need equal representation I wanna be able to hear T Pain as well as Lyfe Jennings or DJ Unk without missing a dead prez release.

Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 11:04 AM

Sounds like a good idea on paper, but my ears would bleed if I heard a T-Pain and a DJ Unk song, then hear a Dead Prez song. That's like mixing water with oil.

Hot 97 turned into a cesspool of ignorant management,and radio personalities many moons ago.
Miss jones (who is of african descent)is the most foul mouthed disrespecting african american woman scumbag that i have ever heard rant & rave through public airwaves!.
Clearchannel, continues to shoot itself in the foot by allowing it's radio personalities to degrade Hispanics,Asians,Whites,and South Pacific Islanders!.
Does not the black community know that the only reason why black musicians go double & triple platinum is because Hispanics,Asians,Whites,and South Pacific Islanders are buying their music, and yet they have the nerve to degrade and disrespect them?.
This is truly indeed biting the hand that feeds a morally and nutritionally starved africam american community!.
I commend Hot 97 on making a feeble attempt now to curb explicit and derogatory rap music on their airwaves, but i deplore Hot 97 and their racist ways towards the non black community!.
Angie Martinez,you are also a disgrace!.
You quit being a Latina that fateful day "Red Alert" busted a nut on your forehead so that you could break into the radio world!.
Shame on you too Angie for riding with racist fools that are shitting on your culture!...
With all that being said,register to fucking vote, and elect "Barack Obama" as the next president of the United Snakes Of Amerikkka- You Suckazzzzzzzzz.

Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 11:04 AM
^^^^^^^^^
Pirate Radio.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO Reckless your a f'n moron if your gonna post a blog at least spit some true shit.

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DELETE THIS BLOG AND START OVER CLOWN

DELETE THIS BLOG AND START OVER CLOWN

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 11:12 AM
^^^^^^^^
Co-Fuckin-Sign Pro.

St8^. Reckless is worse than gay ass Gyant(dickinhismouth). Reck just knows that we use this blog basicly as a meeting place to kick it, so her fat lazy ass dosent hafta research or put any effort into her blogs because she'll get her hits anyways. Isnt that right Reck, you sow?
SOHH LOST.
XXLmag Blogs >>>>>>>> SOHH Blogs
ALL DAY ERRYDAY.

Well well well, Reckless has been exposed for the overhyping liar he is.. Damn, I need to hurry up with my site, before everyone here is gone

Shame on you too Angie for riding with racist fools that are shitting on your culture!...
With all that being said,register to fucking vote, and elect "Barack Obama" as the next president of the United Snakes Of Amerikkka- You Suckazzzzzzzzz.

Posted by: R-FIGGZ at April 23, 2007 11:09 AM

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I don't get this post are you trying to be a racist or a revolutionist?
somebody help me here.......

What's good with ya EReal?

somebody help me here.......

Posted by: Xclusive BK Dude at April 23, 2007 11:17 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
That would be a stupid person trying to make an intelligent point and failing miserabley.

@Facta

Aint nothin good its monday, lol. Naw, same shite different work day.

XXLmag Blogs >>>>>>>> SOHH Blogs
ALL DAY ERRYDAY.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:16 AM

Okay I fucked up, but if XXL blogs are so great then why are you on MY blog everyday?

If I was a man I would tell you to get off my dick

Yo I know ya are disappointed, I was going to give usual top 10's but I've run out of stuff... Not to mention some punk ass Stan went crazy last Friday, with a bunch of gay shit

@XXLmag Blogs >>>>>>>> SOHH Blogs
ALL DAY ERRYDAY.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:16 AM

Okay I fucked up, but if XXL blogs are so great then why are you on MY blog everyday?

If I was a man I would tell you to get off my dick

Posted by: SOHH Reckless at April 23, 2007 11:22 AM
================================

Oh shit, Reckless strikes back. But I must side with everyone else Reck, you should have your facts straight first

If I was a man I would tell you to get off my dick

Posted by: SOHH Reckless at April 23, 2007 11:22 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Not for your Blogs, thats for fuckin sure. I come here to kick it with the usuals, the same reason everyone else comes here. The only thing people discuss pertaining to your blogs is how they're inaccurate, or full of hate. You wanna pride yourself on spewing bullshit go ahead, but you know as a writer you dont have shit on Byron or Billy Sunday.

Id tell you to get off my dick, but the thought of having you on it is just to sickening.

1 hunned. You Beast.

Oh and Reck,

Theres a thing called tabbed browsing. Plus I'll be sure to link my name from now on to XXLmag, and post blogs from XXLmag in your forum if you'd like.

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 11:09 AM

Not like that different hours for different tastes not what you pictured, Hell Naw!

10 Top resons why I can't make a top 10 list

1. I'm too Stupid
2. I'm still trying to recover from 420 day
3. I'm too busy working on my blog
4. My brain goes blank after I finish wacking off
5. I'm too busy watching Soap Operas
6. I'm too busy hating on this Website
7. I really wanted to post a gay top 10 but everyone will say I'm gay. But I'm not, I just butt fuck other men, hten don't butt fuck me . . . no more
8. I'm busy with a snafu of mine, which is should I kill myself or post a top 10 list
9. Everytime I post a top 10 list people yell at me for leaving off the important things that a 5 year old would know
10. see number 1

Id tell you to get off my dick, but the thought of having you on it is just to sickening.

1 hunned. You Beast.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:25 AM

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

LOL damn u went in on him/her wateva it is lol

MYSPACE.COM/EIEMUZIK

LOL damn u went in on him/her wateva it is lol

Posted by: Xclusive BK Dude at April 23, 2007 11:30 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
LOL. Reck just big ups herself too much man, there was no argument in that statement she made, just hate. So I spit some venom back.

*Does a lil crip walk*

LMAO.

What's good peoples???

Oh shit, Reckless strikes back. But I must side with everyone else Reck, you should have your facts straight first

Posted by: the-xfacta at April 23, 2007 11:25 AM

You should have your facts straight to when you got ethered on your own top 10 list about cartoons, Ms (pun intended) "this I command".

If you had your facts straight then you would know I never respond to any of you fuckboys that are on this blog everyday. You would also know that I'm a stan that goes by the name of TRIPLE OG STAN and you have just been had by me. Now run along and make a boring top 10 list!

Here is my link, check it out:
http://www.lyricsdomain.com/5/eminem/stan.html

LOL damn u went in on him/her wateva it is lol

Posted by: Xclusive BK Dude at April 23, 2007 11:30 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
LOL. Reck just big ups herself too much man, there was no argument in that statement she made, just hate. So I spit some venom back.

*Does a lil crip walk*

LMAO.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:34 AM

Common is a sell out.

http://www.xxlmag.com/online/?p=9418

"Common Issues Apology to Duke Lacrosse Players"

Pssshhhht...

Gotta get that GAP money..

Posted by: LMAO @ YOU IDIOTS THINKING YOU WAS TALKING TO SOHH RECKLESS at April 23, 2007 11:40 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Wow! Thats Soooooo funny!!

I thought I was talking to someone, but it really wasnt them!! OMG! SO HILARIOUS.
Like 5th grade prank call bart simpson funny right??

GTFOH and Kill Yourself.
Herb ass nukkas in here.

WATS ROCIN SOHH FAM?

=TAH=

Common is a sell out.

http://www.xxlmag.com/online/?p=9418

"Common Issues Apology to Duke Lacrosse Players"

Pssshhhht...

Gotta get that GAP money..

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:43 AM

*****NEWS FLASH******

Common been sold out when he started dressing like Gil Scott-Heron
for some R&B coochie from Erykah Badu

E' He sold out because he apologized?

What's good peoples???

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 11:36 AM

What's good hoe?

WATS ROCIN SOHH FAM?

=TAH=

Posted by: TahJack50n at April 23, 2007 11:48 AM

DEES NUTTS

@ Pro

Hell yeah because Its a PR move. IMHO. I still think they may have gotten away with some shit man. They dropped the charges because the prosecutor fucked up on some illegal shit, not because they were found innocent. Theres a big difference between being found innocent and having the charges dropped. If Common really believes these cats are innocent, I'd be suprised. Its that white people GAP money mang, Im tellin you. He has to go back to being the friendly cuddly bear concious black man again to get that enorsement paper.

Niggas lie alot.. niggas lie alot... niggas lie, niggas lie, niggas lie alot...

Common been sold out when he started dressing like Gil Scott-Heron
for some R&B coochie from Erykah Badu

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 11:49 AM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Well now its official. Its not like he switched up just to get Dre3K's seconds, anyway.

@TahTah

Wusupp mah?

EREAL

I WAS JUS ABOUT TO HIT U UP...ANYWAY! IM CHILLEN...WE BOUT TO PLAY SUM STOCKMARKET GAME ((BOOO!!!)) LOL! I HATE THIS DAMN CLASS! ANYWAYS HOW U?

=TAH=

that white people GAP money mang, Im tellin you. He has to go back to being the friendly cuddly bear concious black man again to get that enorsement paper.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:54 AM

If i'm not mistaken, thats what HOV is doing, isn't it...?

@10 Top resons why I can't make a top 10 list

1. I'm too Stupid
2. I'm still trying to recover from 420 day
3. I'm too busy working on my blog
4. My brain goes blank after I finish wacking off
5. I'm too busy watching Soap Operas
6. I'm too busy hating on this Website
7. I really wanted to post a gay top 10 but everyone will say I'm gay. But I'm not, I just butt fuck other men, hten don't butt fuck me . . . no more
8. I'm busy with a snafu of mine, which is should I kill myself or post a top 10 list
9. Everytime I post a top 10 list people yell at me for leaving off the important things that a 5 year old would know
10. see number 1

Posted by: The-Xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 11:30 AM
====================================

I have a Stan... how special

Well now its official. Its not like he switched up just to get Dre3K's seconds, anyway.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:56 AM

Niggas do it all the time. Like when niggas act like thugs to get the girls. Or niggas start selling drugs to get pussy . . . Commom just did the opposite!!

I don't blame him either, b/c them chicks that go the those poetry reading be having some fat asses under them dread locks

Because a man dresses well he is a sellout?.
This is the mentality that keeps black amerikkka performing that 24hr minstrel show!.
I guess we would all be real and non sellouts if we were to wear banadanas and gold teeth to work huh?.
You nappy headed hoes are trifling fools!.

Did Kayne Sell out 2 days before his album dropped by saying Bush dont care about black people regarding Katrina even before he took the time to donate to the relief fund. This could have also been easily said that it was from album promotion. Or was he doing what was right?

them chicks that go the those poetry reading be having some fat asses under them dread locks

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:02 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
WTF?! LOL.

@ Pro
I dont like Kanye or Jay, they're both sellouts. Specially cause Jay wants to sell us Beer and Cancer water and put his color on an SUV that polutes the air. Kanye is weak, his actions, his publicity stunts, runnin up on stage to bitch about an award? GTFOH.

@TahTah
You should be listenin so that you can move your money in the future, kna mean? Not much, just sad it's monday and Im burnt up from being at the lake all weekend, lol... how was ur weekend?

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:54 AM

Question... How do you dress, homie? What kinda attention do you attract?

Because a man dresses well he is a sellout?.
This is the mentality that keeps black amerikkka performing that 24hr minstrel show!.
I guess we would all be real and non sellouts if we were to wear banadanas and gold teeth to work huh?.
You nappy headed hoes are trifling fools!.

Posted by: R-FIGGZ at April 23, 2007 12:03 PM

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

LOL this dude don't know if he's racist, spanish, black or a revolutionist. I feel u my HALF puerto-rican brotha preach on like PZ

This could have also been easily said that it was from album promotion. Or was he doing what was right?

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:05 PM

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 11:54 AM

Co-sign

Them suits told Common 2 say that shit. fuck them endorsement deals, Duke is making movies now.

I don't blame him either, b/c them chicks that go the those poetry reading be having some fat asses under them dread locks

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:02 PM

Not Eryka homie (what ass?), plus I don't see the DOC put on a Dashiki and chancletas to get comms leftovers.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 12:08 PM

Man that's hating straight up and down. Jay did his rap thing already now he wants to broaden his resume and you want to call him a sell out? That's called success homie.

That's called success homie.

Posted by: Mr. 908 at April 23, 2007 12:15 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^
Thats truth, and I dont hate on that. I hate on the fact that he is endorsing products that are bad for the community and that are causing obvious problems in society, I.E. Alcoholism, Cildhood Obesity, Pollution, ect.
Rather than things that are good for society, I.E. Books, Water, Condoms, Ect.
See what im sayin?

@Fupayme
I didnt make that clothing comment, so I dont get the question..

Did Kayne Sell out 2 days before his album dropped by saying Bush dont care about black people regarding Katrina even before he took the time to donate to the relief fund. This could have also been easily said that it was from album promotion. Or was he doing what was right?

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:05 PM

Either way, he scared the bejesus outta the "patriotic" americans with that comment, they did'nt like that.

hmmm, I wonder why?

Peace Tah, what it do?

radio nowadays is garbage in general especially Hot 97 and 105 because they go by a playlist every single day. I remember the days when radio used to be mad ill and they played all types of joints. It's politics that run raido station now along with payola... unless it changes it will be the same shit all day everyday on the radio..

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:20 PM

What made him a sellout to me was the fact that he hadnt even contributed himself and his pussy ass recant after the fact. "I said it off emotion"

IF YOU SAY IT MEAN IT AND STICK TO IT!

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 12:08 PM

its ironic that you'd call out jay-z for expanding his business portfolio, yet i'm sure, given similar opportunities, you'd diversify your assets.

--------------------------------------
Specially cause Jay wants to sell us Beer and Cancer water and

put his color on an SUV that polutes the air. Kanye is weak, his actions, his publicity stunts, runnin up on stage to bitch about an award? GTFOH.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Not Eryka homie (what ass?), plus I don't see the DOC put on a Dashiki and chancletas to get comms leftovers.

Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 12:15 PM

IT’S ALL ABOUT STRAGETY!!! Once he knocks off the "female president of the back-pack club" all the other female back-packers will want to follow. Just think of it from a pimp's prospective: chicks that go to poetry reading are over looked by a majority of niggas out there on the prowl. So if you make yourself look like your "down" with them and your famous you’re going to get all the poetry reading coochie!!

********NEWS FLASH************

Poetry reading chicks are some of the biggest groupies out there, they just don't put there selves out there like hoes!

radio nowadays is garbage in general especially Hot 97 and 105 because they go by a playlist every single day. I remember the days when radio used to be mad ill and they played all types of joints. It's politics that run raido station now along with payola... unless it changes it will be the same shit all day everyday on the radio..

Posted by: truth95 at April 23, 2007 12:21 PM

That's just about everywhere, WGCI is just as bad, they support peophiles & shit.

Poetry reading chicks are some of the biggest groupies out there, they just don't put there selves out there like hoes!

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:24 PM

ignorance at its best!

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 12:20 PM

I hear ya where you wouldn't agree on what his promoting but I wouldn't necessarily call him a sell out ethier but to each his own. I mean dude is influential. I would like to see him promote something that matters too. I definitely feel you on that.

his pussy ass recant after the fact. "I said it off emotion"

IF YOU SAY IT MEAN IT AND STICK TO IT!

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:23 PM

"emotion?"

That's even more reason 2 make that comment

what if that was Hov making that comment instead?

And to all the black men making big moves, keep doing what ya do, fuck them Real-haters.

Posted by: fupayme at April 23, 2007 12:23 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Okay, so you shouldnt be mad at Exxon for making the hugest profits of an american company EVER while the people in NO struggle to survive and while gas is 3 dollars a gallon. We shouldnt be mad if JayZ dumps nuclear waste in brooklyn and builds a stadium over it. We shouldnt 'hate' if JayZ wants to sell more soda to the kids and make em even fatter and more likely to get cancer from the substitue sugars and flavors in soda huh?
GTFOH.
I will make money in my life, but I also have morals and wont do it at the expense of others. Im not mad at Jay for selling roca wear, Im not mad at him for sellin roca fella or being the fake president of Def Jam, thats all good. I just dont think one of if not th biggest rap star alive is co-signin products that cause problems in their communities.
Listen homie, thats cool if you have this 'Fuck It, Get Paid' mentality. It dosent make me a 'hater' to actually care about something that matters instead of dickriding and speculatin on other dudes' finances.
Real Tawk.

Oh yea I almost forgot.........THE yankee's GOT THEY ASS WHOOOPPPEEEEDDD! SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP!

it's still early in the season mad baseball games left for the Yanks....

ignorance at its best!

Posted by: monkeysapesgorrilas at April 23, 2007 12:28 PM

Naw, thats the truth. Let a brotha recite a poem about how he worships the black woman or a poem about fucking the shit out of a borad and watch how the chicks flock to him at the end of the night like groupies. Now imagine a brotha like Common with celebratory status stepping up in a peotry reading.

Believe it or not conscious rappers have groupie too!

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:31 PM

Hov was one of the first people in line to donate. So that would make a difference. And what made it worse to me was the recant. Why said it if your gonna apologize after like it isnt the truth?

Damn, been a minute. Sup folks?

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Naw, thats the truth. Let a brotha recite a poem about how he worships the black woman or a poem about fucking the shit out of a borad and watch how the chicks flock to him at the end of the night like groupies. Now imagine a brotha like Common with celebratory status stepping up in a peotry reading.

Believe it or not conscious rappers have groupie too!

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:34 PM

Real Talk.

I used 2 go 2 poetry readings & recite those exact poems, damned if I did'nt leave the spot with a chick & @ least 3 numbers.

No D'Angelo?

I will make money in my life, but I also have morals and wont do it at the expense of others. Im not mad at Jay for selling roca wear, Im not mad at him for sellin roca fella or being the fake president of Def Jam, thats all good. I just dont think one of if not th biggest rap star alive is co-signin products that cause problems in their communities.
Listen homie, thats cool if you have this 'Fuck It, Get Paid' mentality. It dosent make me a 'hater' to actually care about something that matters instead of dickriding and speculatin on other dudes' finances.
Real Tawk.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 12:31 PM

If you’re going to bitch about Jay-Z selling soda & building in Brooklyn b/c it harmful to the people then why not bitch about him releasing music that degrades black people?

Real Talk.

I used 2 go 2 poetry readings & recite those exact poems, damned if I did'nt leave the spot with a chick & @ least 3 numbers.

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:38 PM

TIME FOR A CLASSIC HIP HOP QUOTE

-LITTLE BROTHER, "YO - YO"

Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin bout
The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
Soon as they get the mic I start walkin out
And swear that they skill the most talked about
It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin
Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle
Me with sandals and capries on, come on dog
I'm about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this
So called black righteousness
Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me
At the end of the night ya'll just trying to fuck like me
So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I aint about
To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, that's why I cant fuck with
Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man shit I'm bout
To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
My black queen
Don't know nan nigga

Hov was one of the first people in line to donate. So that would make a difference. And what made it worse to me was the recant. Why said it if your gonna apologize after like it isnt the truth?

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:35 PM

The fools signing those checks told him 2 recant his words.

I THINK NOW is the time for hip hop to stop the division on the inside. Bcuz now we have outsiders trying to come in change it and eventually get rid of it.

if hip hop participators really care about these threats by certain people with power, i think they should come together and try to STRICTLY OWN hip hop.

i mean even hillary clinton is siding with al sharpton - but they over look the positive vote or die campaign that puffy and hip hop started.

if im not mistakin, master p's has a distribution label, owned by him. we need more of those bcuz i feel eventually, with certain women and certain men rising up against hip hop, that the corporate world will eventually give in.

i see our black men in the entertainment world being attacked more than ever.

in basketball - they put restrictions on clothing and jewelry, and are now in the process of making a list of clubs that players will not be allowed to attend. ( all black clubs. )

in football - out of the 41 arrests in the nfl, 38 were black. the only job that u can now be penalized on your job for your personal life, wether criminal or not, even if it doesnt affect you or your co-workers job performance.

hip hop - mostly black male artists - are under attack for the problems society face, racial slurs, and street terms that are more generational than musical.

if we could list the positive things that hip hop artist do for our AFRICAN AMERICAN children, that would be great sohh. ( charities, scholarships, employment opportunities, youth developement etc. )

but i have the feeling that the black men are about to come under a lot of scrutiny in the next few years. right now they are just attacking the wealthy ones first - mainly those with camera status. and once the ones with the voices that can be heared are muted, its going to trickle down into the communities.

and al sharpton, oprah, and anyone else petitioning against hip hop needs to acknowledge there is a division between our brothers and sisters within the communities and government that goes far beyond hip hop.

and then try and fix that problem, and i promise it will reflect in our entertainment, relationships, job discrimination, etc..

but until we fix the true problem, we're just going to keep commenting on an endless debate, and try to blame a certain group of people just to temporarily satisfy our appetite for wanting to feel as if we've done the right thing.

after this, whats next?

DR. G - i read your response about them banning 50's poster. they never did that to the terminator/govenor.

lol - shits about to get crazy, and with the division within, they will easily defeat us. mark my words, when the election comes back around, watch how nasty and divided they have us towards one another!

The fools signing those checks told him 2 recant his words.

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:48 PM

So he got balls enough to speak against the president of the united states during a tragedy and war but not the balls to say something that goes against the president of a record label? Pussy!

If you’re going to bitch about Jay-Z selling soda & building in Brooklyn b/c it harmful to the people then why not bitch about him releasing music that degrades black people?

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:39 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
1st Amendment to the Constitution.

Besides, thats just why, IMHO, JayZ is selling out, ala Common, Kanye, Luda, Jaime Foxx, Ect. They are letting the corporate tall isrealies that run the entire entertainment industry(Jew Unit) tell them what they can and cannot do if they want that corporate endorsement money (cough cough Lyor Cohen), I dont think you can get much more selloutish than that. I mean I dont care either way but, if youre getting that guap because you're being told what you can and cannot do or say to get it, you're sellin out. IMHO

-LITTLE BROTHER, "YO - YO"

Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin bout
The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
Soon as they get the mic I start walkin out
And swear that they skill the most talked about
It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin
Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle
Me with sandals and capries on, come on dog
I'm about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this
So called black righteousness
Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me
At the end of the night ya'll just trying to fuck like me
So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I aint about
To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, that's why I cant fuck with
Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man shit I'm bout
To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
My black queen
Don't know nan nigga

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that beat is timeless

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Jimmie Rodgers' influence
Jimmie Rodgers built on the traditional ballads and musical influences of the South, and wrote and sang songs that ordinary people could relate to. He took the experiences of his own life in the Meridian, Mississippi, area and those of the people he met on the railroad, in bars and on the streets to create his lyrics. He used the musical influences of the traditional ballads and the folk to create his tunes. Since 1953, Meridian's Jimmie Rodgers Memorial Festival has been held annually during May to honor the anniversary of Rodgers' death. The first festival was on May 26, 1953.

Pathos, humour, women, whiskey, murder, death, disease and destitution are all present in his lyrics and these themes have been carried forward and developed by his followers. People like Hank Williams, Sr., Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, George Jones, Townes van Zandt, Kris Kristofferson, and Johnny Cash have also suffered, and shared their suffering, bringing added dimensions to those themes. It would be fair to say that Jimmie Rodgers sang about life and death from a male perspective, and this viewpoint has dominated some areas of country music. It would also be fair to credit his influence for the development of honky tonk, rockabilly and the Bakersfield sound.

The Carter Family's influence
The other Ralph Peer discovery, the Carter family, consisted of A.P. Carter, his wife Sara and their sister-in-law Maybelle. They built a long recording career based on the sonorous bass of A.P., the beautiful singing of Sara and the unique guitar playing of Maybelle. A.P.'s main contribution was the collection of songs and ballads that he picked up in his expeditions into the hill country around their home in Maces Springs, Virginia. In addition, being a man, he made it possible for Sara and Maybelle to perform without stigma at that time. Sara and Maybelle arranged the songs that A.P. collected and wrote their own songs. They were the precursors of a line of talented female country singers like Kitty Wells, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Skeeter Davis, Tammy Wynette, Dolly Parton and June Carter Cash, the daughter of Maybelle and the wife of Johnny Cash.

Hank Williams
Hank Williams is a major foundation stone in the structure of country music, but the most influential artist from the Jimmie Rodgers strand is undoubtedly Hank Williams, Sr. During the years 1949 through 1953, Williams had 7 songs in Billboard's annual Top 5 Country singles, and of the 66 songs recorded under his own name, an astonishing 37 were hits.[13] His songs have been not only been covered by many country artists, they have also been recorded by jazz, pop, and rhythm and blues. Examples of those who reintrepreted his songs are: Tony Bennett (1951), Bob Dylan, jazz diva Norah Jones, crooner Perry Como, R&B star Dinah Washington, and British punk band, The The.[14] Songs such as "Cold, Cold Heart" and "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" have long been pop standards.

Williams had two personas: as Hank Williams he was a singer-songwriter and entertainer; as Luke the Drifter, he was a songwriting crusader. The complexity of his character was reflected in the introspective songs he wrote about heartbreak, happiness and love such as I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry and Your Cheating Heart; and more upbeat numbers about Cajun life ("Jambalaya") or cigar store Indians ("Kaw-Liga").

Country artists have included Williams in their compositions. Waylon Jennings pondered whether his career matched up with Hank's in "Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way" and Hank Williams Jr. recounts the uproarious conditions in his and his father's bands in "A Family Tradition". David Allan Coe boasts in "Longhaired Redneck", "I can sing you every song Hank Williams ever wrote".

The Nashville sound
During the 1960s, country music became a multimillion-dollar industry centered on Nashville, Tennessee. Under the direction of producers such as Chet Atkins, Owen Bradley, and later Billy Sherrill, the Nashville sound brought country music to a diverse audience and helped revive country as it emerged from a commercially fallow period. [15] This sound was notable for borrowing from 1950s pop stylings: a prominent and 'smooth' vocal, backed by a string section and vocal chorus. Instrumental soloing was de-emphasised in favor of trademark 'licks'. Leading artists in this genre included Patsy Cline, Jim Reeves, and later Tammy Wynette and Charlie Rich. The "slip note" piano style of session musician Floyd Cramer was an important component of this style. Although country music has great stylistic diversity, some critics say this diversity was strangled by the formulaic approach of the Nashville Sound producers. Others point to the commercial need to re-invent country in the face of the dominance of '50s rock'n'roll and subsequent British Invasion. Even today the variety of country music is not usually well reflected in commercial radio airplay and the popular perception of country music is fraught with stereotypes of hillbillies and maudlin ballads.

Not Nashville
The supposedly "vanilla"-flavored sounds that emanated from Nashville led to a reaction among musicians outside Nashville, who saw that there was more to the genre than "the same old tunes, fiddle and guitar..." (Waylon Jennings).[citation needed]

"After I left Nashville (the early 70s), I wanted to relax and play the music that I wanted to play, and just stay around Texas, maybe Oklahoma. Waylon and I had that outlaw image going, and when it caught on at colleges and we started selling records, we were O.K. The whole outlaw thing — it had nothing to do with the music, it was something that got written in an article, and the young people said, "Well, that's pretty cool." And started listening." (Willie Nelson)[3]
Dwight Yoakam helped lead a revival of the Bakersfield Sound in the 1980s and Brad Paisley incorporates it in much of his music today.

Within Nashville in the 1980s, Randy Travis, Ricky Skaggs and others brought a return to the traditional values. Their musicianship, songwriting and producing skills helped to revive the genre momentarily. However, even they, and such long-time greats as Jones, Cash, and Haggard, fell from popularity as the record companies again imposed their formulas and refused to promote established artists. Capitol Records made an almost wholesale clearance of their country artists in the 1960s.

Country music radio stations are the most popular genre of music in the United States of America.

Other developments
The two strands of country music have continued to develop since 1990s. The Jimmie Rodgers influence can be seen in a pronounced "working man" image promoted by singers like Brooks & Dunn and Garth Brooks. On the Carter Family side, singers like Iris DeMent and Nanci Griffith have written on more traditional "folk" themes, albeit with a contemporary point of view.

In the mid 1990s country western music was influenced by the popularity of line dancing. This influence was so great that Chet Atkins was quoted as saying "The music has gotten pretty bad, I think. It's all that damn line dancing." [4] By the end of the decade, however, at least one line dance choreographer complained that good country line dance music was no longer being released.

In the 1990s a new form of country music emerged, called by some alternative country, neotraditional, or "insurgent country". Performed by generally younger musicians and inspired by traditional country performers and the country reactionaries, it shunned the Nashville-dominated sound of mainstream country and borrowed more from punk and rock groups than the watered-down, pop-oriented sound of Nashville.

One infrequent, but consistent theme in country music is that of proud, stubborn independence. "Country Boy Can Survive",[16] and "Copperhead Road" [17] are two of the more serious songs along those lines; while "Some Girls Do",[18] and "Redneck Woman" [19] are more light hearted variations on the theme.

Traditional country
In the 1990s a new form of country music emerged, called by some alternative country, neotraditional, or "insurgent country". Performed by generally younger musicians and inspired by traditional country performers and the country reactionaries, it shunned the Nashville-dominated sound of mainstream country and borrowed more from punk and rock groups than the watered-down, pop-oriented sound of Nashville.

One infrequent, but consistent theme in country music is that of proud, stubborn independence. "Country Boy Can Survive",[20] and "Copperhead Road" [21] are two of the more serious songs along those lines; while "Some Girls Do",[22] and "Redneck Woman" [23] are more light hearted variations on the theme.

There are at least three U.S. cable networks devoted to the genre: CMT (owned by Viacom), VH-1 Country (also owned by Viacom), and GAC (owned by The E. W. Scripps Company). The original American country music video cable channel was TNN (The Nashville Network). The channel was launched in the early 1980s. In 2000, the channel was renamed and reformated to TNN (The National Network), which was a general interest network to compete with USA Network, TNT, and Superstations, such as TBS and WGN. Subsequently, The National Network became SpikeTV, the first network for men.

Performers
Main article: List of country music performers
Below is a list of notable country performers alphabetically by period, with each listing followed by a description of the artists' work.

Early innovators
Vernon Dalhart recorded hundreds of songs until 1931.
Jimmie Rodgers, first country superstar, the "Father of Country Music".
The Carter Family, rural country-folk, known for hits like "Wildwood Flower".
Roy Acuff Grand Ole Opry star for 50 years, "King of Country Music".
Patsy Montana, the first female Country singer to sell 1 million records.
Girls of the Golden West, one of the first Country music duo groups.
Ernest Tubb Beloved Texas troubadour who helped scores become stars.
Hank Snow Canadian-born Grand Ole Opry star famous for his traveling songs.
Hank Williams Sr, honky-tonk pioneer, singer, and songwriter, known for hits like "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry", "Your Cheatin' Heart" and "Jambalaya (On the Bayou)".
Bill Monroe, father of bluegrass music.
The Davis Sisters, best-known for the hit "I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know"
Grand Ole Opry, one of the oldest radio programs.
Louvin Brothers, inspired the Everly Brothers.
Little Jimmy Dickens 4-foot 11 inch star of the Grand Ole Opry.
Goldie Hill, the "golden hillbilly", best known for the hit song "I Let the Stars Get in My Eyes".
Wilf Carter, the "yodeling" cowboy, aka Montana Slim.
Jean Shepard, one of Country's leading female vocalists in the 1950s.
Webb Pierce, classic honky-tonker who dominated '50s country music.
Kitty Wells, country's first female superstar, called the "Queen of Country Music".

The Golden Age & Country Pop In the 60s, 70s & 80s
Bill Anderson, singer who is still a major songwriter of new hits
Liz Anderson, as famous for her songwriting as her singing
Hank Williams
Lynn Anderson, a California blonde who became a top country star in the 1970s
Deborah Allen, a popular 80s Country/Pop vocalist
Eddy Arnold, the all-time hit leader by Joel Whitburn's point system
Moe Bandy, The King of Honky Tonk
Margie Bowes, Country singer of the late 50s who came to fame after winning a talent show
The Browns, brother-sister trio who hit No. 1
Johnny Cash, a major influence on country music who died in 2003
Patsy Cline, immensely popular balladeer who died in 1963
David Allan Coe, Outlaw Country star of the 70s
Jessi Colter, Outlaw country singer and wife of Waylon Jennings, best-known for "I'm Not Lisa"
Skeeter Davis, major female vocalist for decades
Mac Davis, Country Pop hitmaker in the 70s and 80s
Jimmy Dean, singer and TV personality, former owner of Jimmy Dean Sausage Company
Roy Drusky, smooth-singing Opry star for 40 years
Jimmy Martin, The King of bluegrass
Janie Fricke, known for her series of smooth Countrypolitan hits in the early 80s
Lefty Frizzell, perhaps the greatest of the honky-tonkers
Crystal Gayle, sister of Loretta Lynn who became a Countrypolitan sensation in the 70s and 80s and had 18 #1's during this stretch.
Don Gibson, wrote and recorded many standards
Bonnie Guitar, best remembered for her Country-Pop hit "Dark Moon"
Merle Haggard, popularized the Bakersfield sound
Connie Hall, had brief success as a Country singer in the early 60s
Tom T. Hall, "The Storyteller", wrote most of his many hits
Buddy Holly, an early country-rock'n'roll singer
Johnny Horton, made the story-song very popular about 1960
Jan Howard, pop-flavored female vocalist who sang pure country
Stonewall Jackson, honky-tonk icon
Sonny James, had a record 16 consecutive No. 1 hits
Wanda Jackson, honky-tonk female vocalist equally at home in rock and roll
Waylon Jennings, one of the leaders of the "outlaw" country sound
George Jones, widely considered "the greatest living country singer", #1 in charted hits
Kris Kristofferson, songwriter and one of the leaders of the "outlaw" country sound
Loretta Lynn, arguably country music's biggest star in the 1960s and 1970s
Roger Miller, a Grammy record-breaker
Ronnie Milsap, country's first blind superstar
Melba Montgomery, duet vocalist in the 60s, who launched a solo career in the 70s
Willie Nelson, songwriter and one of the leaders of the outlaw country sound
Norma Jean, gifted "hard country" vocalist
Marie Osmond, sister of The Osmonds, who had a successful Country career in the 70s & 80s
Buck Owens, pioneer innovator of the Bakersfield sound
Dolly Parton, began her career singing duets with Porter Wagoner
Ray Price, went from hard country to Las Vegas slick
Charley Pride, the first black country music star
Jeanne Pruett, female vocalist of the 70s, best known for the song "Satin Sheets"
Susan Raye, Buck Owens' protégée who became a solo star
Jim Reeves, crossover artist, invented Nashville Sound with Chet Atkins
Charlie Rich, '50s rock star who enjoyed greatest success in '70s country
Marty Robbins, another performer of story-songs who did well in the pop field
Jeannie C. Riley, sexy girl in a miniskirt who socked it to the pop charts
Kenny Rogers, unique-voiced storyteller who also recorded love ballads and more rock material. He defined what was known as country crossover and became one of the biggest artists in country and any music genre.
Jeannie Seely, known as "Miss Country Soul"
Margie Singleton, Country-Pop-styled vocalist of the 60s
Connie Smith, known for her "big" voice
Margo Smith, known for her sexy come-on songs
Sammi Smith, best known for her "husky" voice and 1971 hit song "Help Me Make It Through the Night"
Sylvia, Countrypolitan sensation the early to mid-80s
Billie Jo Spears, a hard-country vocalist with international popularity
Ray Stevens, comedy crossover artist, Branson businessman
Tanya Tucker, teen Country star, who's career later spanned well beyond her teen years
Conway Twitty, honky-tonk traditionalist
Don Walser, yodeling Texas legend
Porter Wagoner, pioneer on country television
Dottie West, country glamour girl who had her biggest success 20 years into her career
The Wilburn Brothers, popular male duet for decades
Marion Worth, Pop-flavored female vocalist of the 1960s
Tammy Wynette, three-time CMA top female vocalist
Faron Young, a country chart topper for three decades

Country Rock
The Band
Blackfoot
The Byrds
Charlie Daniels Band
Gene Clark
Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen
The Eagles, a very popular country rock band
The Everly Brothers, predated others in this category but important figures in the transition from rockabilly to country rock
Firefall
Flying Burrito Brothers
Kinky Friedman
Gram Parsons, critical favorite of the country rock movement
Grateful Dead, extremely long-lived bluegrass and psychedelic band
Heartsfield
Rick Nelson, in the latter stage of his career, particularly on songs such as "Garden Party"
Marshall Tucker Band
Michael Nesmith
New Riders of the Purple Sage
Juice Newton, the top-selling female country rocker of the 1980s
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Ozark Mountain Daredevils
Poco
Pure Prairie League (Vince Gill was the lead singer of this group on their biggest pop hit, 1980's "Let Me Love You Tonight.")
John Rich
Kid Rock, only a part of his music is country rock; most notably, the music on the album Kid Rock
Linda Ronstadt, in 1978 Country Music Magazine put her on the cover with the title "Queen Of Country Rock".
KANE
Neil Young, a diverse artist whose music spans many other genres as well
Steve Young
Brad Clark of DoubleDown (Lead Vocalist of DoubleDown, Solo Artist) Mixes southern roots with gospel, rock and blues, most notably w/ "Let The Eagle$ Fly", "The Day"
Straight Shooter Oklahoma Country Band of The Year featuring Bud Kurtz , The Duggins Brothers ( Kin of Conway Twitty ) Mike Munholland and Hotrod Hutson

Contemporary country stars 1981-2007
Trace Adkins
Rhett Akins
Jason Aldean
Alabama
Gary Allan
John Anderson
Keith Anderson
Rodney Atkins
Dierks Bentley
Clint Black
Garth Brooks
Brooks & Dunn
Scott DuBose
Sawyer Brown
Tracy Byrd
Chris Cagle
Jeremy Castle
Kenny Chesney
Mark Chesnutt
Linda Davis
Diamond Rio
Joe Diffie
Dixie Chicks
Katrina Elam
Emerson Drive
Sara Evans
Montgomery Gentry
Vince Gill
Heartland
Faith Hill
Alan Jackson
Shooter Jennings
Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Toby Keith
Miranda Lambert
Tracy Lawrence
Little Big Town
Lonestar
Patty Loveless
Martina McBride
Neal McCoy
Reba McEntire
Tim McGraw
Craig Morgan
Lorrie Morgan
John Michael Montgomery
Montgomery Gentry
Joe Nichols
Jake Owen
Brad Paisley
Kellie Pickler
Julie Roberts
Kenny Rogers
George Strait
Doug Stone
Blake Shelton
Sugarland
Taylor Swift
Pam Tillis
Aaron Tippin
Randy Travis
Travis Tritt
Josh Turner
Shania Twain
Carrie Underwood
Keith Urban
Troy Cassar-Daley
The Wreckers
Trisha Yearwood
Rascal Flatts
Straight Shooter

Country stars outside North America
Truck Stop, Germany
Tom Astor, Germany
Texas Lightning, Germany
Slim Dusty, Australia
Troy Cassar-Daley, Australia

Television and radio shows of note
The Johnny Cash Show (1969-1971) on ABC Networks
Austin City Limits, PBS goes country
The Beverly Hillbillies, legendary situation comedy series that featured a country theme song and frequent appearances, by Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs
The Glen Campbell Goodtime Hour, 1969 - 1972
Grand Ole Opry, broadcasting on WSM from Nashville since 1925 now on GAC
Hee Haw, featuring Buck Owens and Roy Clark and a pack of droll, cornball comedians, notably Junior Samples. Other artist of note, Archie Campbell, writer and on-air talent.
Lost Highway, a significant BBC documentary on the History of Country Music
Louisiana Hayride, featured Hank Williams in his early years
The Porter Wagoner Show, aired from 1960 to 1979 and featured a young Dolly Parton
That Good Ole Nashville Music, 1970 - 1985
Nashville Star country music talent show that has produced such stars as Miranda Lambert, Buddy Jewel, George Canyon, and Chris Young

See also
Academy of Country Music
Country Music Association
Alternative country for a list of performers in that sub-genre
WSM Radio
Country Music Hall of Fame
Grand Ole Opry
Country Music Television
Great American Country
List of country genres
Country and Western dance
Tejano: Country music performed in Spanish to a Polka beat
Western music (North America)

Further reading
In The Country of Country: A Journey to the Roots of American Music,
Nicholas Dawidoff, Vintage Books, 1998, ISBN 0-375-70082-X
Are You Ready for the Country: Elvis, Dylan, Parsons and the Roots of Country Rock,
Peter Dogget, Penguin Books, 2001, ISBN 0-14-026108-7
Roadkill on the Three-Chord Highway,
Colin Escott, Routledge, 2002, ISBN 0-415-93783-3
Guitars & Cadillacs,
Sabine Keevil, Thinking Dog Publishing, 2002, ISBN 0-9689973-0-9
Country Music USA,
Bill C. Malone, University of Texas Press, 1985, ISBN 0-292-71096-8, 2nd Rev ed, 2002, ISBN 0-292-75262-8
Don't Get Above Your Raisin': Country Music and the Southern Working Class (Music in American Life),
Bill C. Malone, University of Illinois Press, 2002, ISBN 0-252-02678-0

TIME FOR A CLASSIC HIP HOP QUOTE

-LITTLE BROTHER, "YO - YO"

Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin bout
The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
Soon as they get the mic I start walkin out
And swear that they skill the most talked about
It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin
Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle
Me with sandals and capries on, come on dog
I'm about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this
So called black righteousness
Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me
At the end of the night ya'll just trying to fuck like me
So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I aint about
To hear no fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, that's why I cant fuck with
Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man shit I'm bout
To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
My black queen
Don't know nan nigga

Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:47 PM

"yo yo, yo, y-y-y-yo yo, yo yo, yo, y-y-y-yo yo, niggas coming up in my face, mad cuz I'm makin' moves while they runnin' in place."

I was thinking the same thing....
GET OUTTA MY HEAD MAN!!!!!

********NEWS FLASH************

Poetry reading chicks are some of the biggest groupies out there, they just don't put there selves out there like hoes!
Posted by: TRIPLE OG STAN at April 23, 2007 12:24 PM

Not a newsflash homey you can get the same results of a club in a coffee shop if you adapt to the sorroundings. Like Phonte said in the Chitlin circuit "you don't curse on records or eat pork like me/ at the end of the night you still wanna fuck like me"(something like that)In other words the game doesn't change just the players

THIS IS FOUR ALL THE KIDDIES!
THIS IS FOUR ALL THE KIDDIES!
THIS IS FOUR ALL THE KIDDIES!

Nothing stirred on the African plains. The sun glared down and Hare crept inside the cool hollow of a baobab tree for his afternoon nap.
Suddenly he was wide awake. There was a boom, boom, booming in his ears. And it was getting closer. Hare peeped out from the tree nervously. Across the clearing the bushes snapped and parted, and out loomed a huge gray shape.
"Oh it's you!" said Hare irritably. "How can a fellow sleep with all your racket?"
The rhinoceros squinted down at him short-sightedly.
"Greetings!" he bellowed in his slow way. "Tembo the elephant has sent me to fetch you to the waterhole. He's going to tell us who our new king will be. All the animals have voted."
"Oh fiddlesticks!" cried Hare rudely. "What do I want with a new king? He'll bully us from morning till night and make our lives miserable."
"Don't you want to see who's been chosen? asked Rhino.
"I know already," snapped Hare. "It will be that sly old lion, Kali. He has bribed all the other animals and promised not to eat their children if only they will vote for him."
Rhino didn't seem to believe Hare, and in the end Hare said,
"Oh very well, I'll come. But you'll see I'm right."

The sun was setting as Hare and Rhino reached the water-hole. All the animals had gathered there - giraffes, hippos, antelope, buffalo, warthogs, zebras, aardvarks, hyenas, mongooses, storks and weaver birds. When Tembo the elephant saw that everyone was there, he threw up his trunk and trumpeted. "Animals of the plains, I am proud to tell you that Kali the lion will be our new king. It is a wise choice, my friends."
The animals cheered. But Hare only sighed. "They'll soon see what a horrible mistake they've made."
Out on a rocky ledge above the water-hole strode Kali. He stared down at all his subjects and there was a wicked glint in his eye.
"You've made me your king," he growled, "and so now you'll serve me!" And then he roared until the animals trembled.
"My first decree is that you must build a palace to shade my royal fur from the hot sun," said Kali. "I want it here beside the water-hole and I want it by sunset tomorrow.

"My second decree is that every day you must bring me an animal for my supper. A king can't do his own hunting."
The animals nodded gloomily.
"And my third decree is, if you don't do as I say, I'll eat the lot of you!"
The animals now turned to one another in horror. They had thought a king would be wise and protect them. But Kali only wanted to bully and eat them. As darkness fell, the unhappy animals slunk away into the bush.

But at dawn they were back at the waterhole, hurrying to build Kali's palace. There was much to do and little time.
All through the heat of the day the animals lugged and labored. Elephants lifted tree trunks for the pillars, crocodiles brought mud for the walls, giraffes collected grasses that weaver birds wove for the roof. None dared stop for a moment. Only hare did nothing. He hid inside a tussock of oat grass and watched as the fine thatched house rose up beside the water-hole.
The sun was just beginning to set as the weaver birds tied off the last knots in the soaring thatched roof. No sooner had they finished than Kali appeared. He prowled up and down his new kingdom swishing his tail while his subjects watched uneasily.
"This is what I call a palace," he roared at last.
The animals gave a sigh of relief. But all too soon, for in the next breath the lion snarled, "But where's my supper? My belly's rumbling. Bring me a juicy warthog."
As soon as he heard this, Hare sneaked off home to his hollow in the baobab tree. "Didn't I tell them?" he said to himself. "Didn't I say that making Kali king would mean big trouble? And would anyone listen?"
And so it was that every day afterwards one of the animals was chosen to be Kali's supper. One day it was an impala. Another it was a zebra. Next it was a gazelle.
One day though it was Hare's turn. Tembo caught him unawares as he was grazing on the plains. The great elephant seized him in his trunk and carried him kicking and screaming to Kali's palace.
"It's not fair!" shrieked Hare. "I didn't even vote for Kali. I told you it was a bad idea to have a king."

But Tembo wouldn't listen. He was thinking of his own children. They would be safe, but only if he could find other animals for Kali to gobble up.
Outside Kali's palace Hare stood shaking and cringing. He had to think of something fast. "Maybe I can escape by jumping in the water-hole," he said. But when he looked down and saw his own reflection shivering on the pool's surface, he stopped in his tracks. Already Kali had spotted him.

"Come inside, Hare!" roared the lion. "I can't wait to eat the only one who didn't vote for me."
But Hare didn't move. He felt braver now and he called back, "But Majesty," he wheedled. "I am very confused. I can see two kings. Please tell me, which of you is to eat me?"
"TWO KINGS!" snapped Kali angrily. "What do you mean two kings?" In one bound he was breathing down on Hare.
"Well, there's you Majesty," stammered Hare, "and there's that other one down there." Hare pointed down into the water-hole.
Kali looked and Kali saw. What - another lion?

"I'll have no rivals!" cried the cruel one, and at once he leaped on the other lion. Down into the pool sank Kali as he tried to grab his enemy. Soon the waters closed over him, and he was gone.
"You've killed our king," said Tembo the elephant in amazement.
"No I didn't," said Hare. "Anyone could see that he jumped into the water-hole all by himself. Besides, you didn't think I was going to stand here and be eaten did you? That would be as foolish as choosing a bully for a king!" And with that he ran away, before anyone else could think of eating him.
"Whew! That WAS a close shave," said Hare from the safety of his baobab tree. "But I'll bet those silly animals will send old rhino round to ask ME to be the king. Some people never learn."
And so it happened. Just as Hare was dropping off to sleep, there was a boom, boom, booming across the plains. "Oh no!" he sighed. "Why am I always right?" He flattened his ears, closed his eyes tighter and pretended to snore. "Anyone can see I'm much too busy to be king. Much, much too busy..."

THIS IS FOUR ALL THE KIDDIES!

THIS IS FOUR ALL THE KIDDIES!

Yeah that quote up there I just came back but I c you get the point

Wow, I actually have a full time stan.
Crazy, have I been here that long?

Besides, the people I actually give a fuck what they think are gonna know I dont post dumb shit like that anyway.

Stans are dumb as fuck sometimes.

Real Talk.

I used 2 go 2 poetry readings & recite those exact poems, damned if I did'nt leave the spot with a chick & @ least 3 numbers.

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:38 PM
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Got more hair under they arm than the typical dude too.

Them "natural" females be into that poetry talk kinda stuff too.

I'm playin ya'll, but I know you feel me.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
EReal is the stan can anyone else
co sign that!

TRIPLE OG STAN:

what music has JayZ released that degrades black people cracker? What about the fucking movies that degrade women? Is fat ass Al Sharpton going at them next? What about the R&B cats who supposedly degrade women? Are they next? Rock and Roll, Country etc. all generes of music have specific songs that you can point out that has negative things to say about women...Is Al sharptons fat ass going at all of them...Or is his fat greazy head ass just going at hip hop so he can keep his currupt fake preaching triple cheese burger eating ass in front of a camera?

EReal is the stan can anyone else
co sign that!

Posted by: Wise at April 23, 2007 12:59 PM
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I been sayin that. So is "X-Facta" although he's not doin it this mornin.

And that dude left Donnell Jones off his top list.

So yeah homey...I can CO-SIGN!

Although you just show up out of no where with a name nobody ever seen, so you probably a regular changin your name which indicates you have stanley ways yourself.

It don't matter to me though...do you or whoever you pretend to be.

I THINK NOW is the time for hip hop to stop the division on the inside. Bcuz now we have outsiders trying to come in change it and eventually get rid of it.

if hip hop participators really care about these threats by certain people with power, i think they should come together and try to STRICTLY OWN hip hop.

i mean even hillary clinton is siding with al sharpton - but they over look the positive vote or die campaign that puffy and hip hop started.

if im not mistakin, master p's has a distribution label, owned by him. we need more of those bcuz i feel eventually, with certain women and certain men rising up against hip hop, that the corporate world will eventually give in.

i see our black men in the entertainment world being attacked more than ever.

in basketball - they put restrictions on clothing and jewelry, and are now in the process of making a list of clubs that players will not be allowed to attend. ( all black clubs. )

in football - out of the 41 arrests in the nfl, 38 were black. the only job that u can now be penalized on your job for your personal life, wether criminal or not, even if it doesnt affect you or your co-workers job performance.

hip hop - mostly black male artists - are under attack for the problems society face, racial slurs, and street terms that are more generational than musical.

if we could list the positive things that hip hop artist do for our AFRICAN AMERICAN children, that would be great sohh. ( charities, scholarships, employment opportunities, youth developement etc. )

but i have the feeling that the black men are about to come under a lot of scrutiny in the next few years. right now they are just attacking the wealthy ones first - mainly those with camera status. and once the ones with the voices that can be heared are muted, its going to trickle down into the communities.

and al sharpton, oprah, and anyone else petitioning against hip hop needs to acknowledge there is a division between our brothers and sisters within the communities and government that goes far beyond hip hop.

and then try and fix that problem, and i promise it will reflect in our entertainment, relationships, job discrimination, etc..

but until we fix the true problem, we're just going to keep commenting on an endless debate, and try to blame a certain group of people just to temporarily satisfy our appetite for wanting to feel as if we've done the right thing.

after this, whats next?

DR. G - i read your response about them banning 50's poster. they never did that to the terminator/govenor.

lol - shits about to get crazy, and with the division within, they will easily defeat us. mark my words, when the election comes back around, watch how nasty and divided they have us towards one another!

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long and hard to read, but - cosign

The fools signing those checks told him 2 recant his words.

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:48 PM

So he got balls enough to speak against the president of the united states during a tragedy and war but not the balls to say something that goes against the president of a record label? Pussy!

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:50 PM

can U say modern day emasculation?

they fucked Kanye up 2 the point he became confused about his sexuality.

1st The Fat Boys brak up, now this

peace to the usuals.good luck to dark man.

bigup to EReal for that incredible ether on the other sight.you know what im talking about.one.

THIS IS FOUR ALL THE KIDDIES!
^^^^^^
Can you even read? LMFAO.

@Bx

Ch-Yeah Good Lookin Out, lol.

Peas to ya.

hey wise i agree with u

The fools signing those checks told him 2 recant his words.

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:48 PM

So he got balls enough to speak against the president of the united states during a tragedy and war but not the balls to say something that goes against the president of a record label? Pussy!

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:50 PM

can U say modern day emasculation?

they fucked Kanye up 2 the point he became confused about his sexuality.

1st The Fat Boys break up, now this

The fools signing those checks told him 2 recant his words.

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 12:48 PM

So he got balls enough to speak against the president of the united states during a tragedy and war but not the balls to say something that goes against the president of a record label? Pussy!

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 12:50 PM

can U say modern day emasculation?

they fucked Kanye up 2 the point he became confused about his sexuality.

1st The Fat Boys break up, now this

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 1:04 PM

A 35 year old mans excuse for pissing on himself is "They made water to liquidy"

EReal You are guilty of being a stan with over 100 charges of staning

THIS FOR ALL THE KIDDIES

The Tale Of Princess Laughing Dove

Once there was a man, neither young nor old, and his name was Wainaina. He lived alone on his farm at the forest edge, in the house he had built himself. The house was small but that did not matter, for whenever Wainaina opened his door, or drew back his curtain he could see the blue peaks of Mount Kenya. Up they rose like church spires and whenever Wainaina saw them, his spirits soared too - high in the blue.
"I'm lucky to be alive," he'd say. But then he would sigh, "If only I had a wife to share this with."
A wife indeed! So why couldn't Wainaina find himself a good woman when the countryside was alive with good women? And why, when a village girl caught his eye, did she walk straight on by, before he'd said hello? This was what he asked himself, day in day out, as he sowed and hoed and tended his crops.
"Perhaps," said Wainaina. "I haven't the heart for it."

But that wasn't it. The truth was this. Wainaina was not a handsome man, nor even plain. He had grown up downright ugly. And he did not know - because the little shard of mirror that he used when shaving only showed his chin. Nor did his village fellows say, not wanting to hurt the good man's feelings. Poor Wainaina. And though he tried not to make a tragedy out of being wifeless, sometimes his spirits hardly soared at all when he saw the great mountain.
"Life has its ups and downs," he said.
Then one morning as he was dressing for work, he heard a tap tapping at his window. When he pulled back he curtain there was a laughing dove sitting on the sill, cooing and bobbing at its reflection in the glass.
"Ah," said Wainaina gently. "You think you've found a mate. Poor bird."
At the sound of his voice the bird flew off, but for the rest of the day Wainaina thought of it.
"So," he said. "I am not the only one without a love."
Later, when Wainaina was stretching his back from a day's hard digging, an idea crept into his mind:
"You've earned a rest Wainaina. Why not walk down to the stream?"
And why not indeed? It was a bosky place with mossy roots and green arches. Clear mountain water gurgled by smooth rocks where blue dragonflies danced.

"Mmmmm," said Wainaina when he came to the water. "It is so peaceful here."
But not for long. Suddenly from the overhanging branch of a mugumo tree came the oh-cook cook-oo-oo of a laughing dove. Wainaina looked up: was it the one he'd seen earlier. The bird bobbed and cooed and seemed to catch his eye. Then it flew off down the path and perched in a flame tree. Oh-cook cook-oo-oo.

Wainaina followed - which was when he heard the tumble of laughter that out-sang any dove. He pushed through the reeds to the water's edge: who could be making those sweet, sweet sounds?
Wainaina soon saw. Across the stream a young woman was gathering her washing from the bank where it had been drying. She was laughing at the yellow butterflies that had settled on her wrap. And though Wainaina had come silently, she glanced back at once, coyly smiling over her shoulder. Then she arched her neck in the most beguiling way.
His heart missed a beat. And why? She was just a woman like any other, a little plump perhaps. In fact, she rather reminded him of the dove. He waded into the stream,
"Don't go," he said. The woman lodged the wash bucket on her hip. "And why shouldn't I?"
"Because I--I want--I want to pay you my respects." Wainaina fumbled. So much conversation and all at once. Perhaps it meant he had a chance...?
"Well begin," said the woman, bowing her head to one side as the dove had done.
And so Wainaina did, and this is how he found his love; and this is where he met his love again and again in the weeks that followed. She said her name was Njeri, but Wainaina having a fanciful streak, said
"No. Never! You are Princess Laughing Dove," which only made her laugh the more.

Then one day as Wainaina was weeding his crops he decided to ask Njeri to marry him. For wasn't it the best time for a man to take a wife - his maize store full to bursting, his beans and pumpkins fattening in the field? He dropped his hoe and ran down to the stream, but then he thought,
"What if she refuses me?" and for a long time he hid in the reeds, screwing up his courage.

But as he crouched beside the stream, he saw his face reflected in a pool.
At first he didn't realise, but then the pain. He couldn't stop the cry,
"Am I really so ugly?"
"Oh much worse," came the laughing voice of Princess Laughing Dove from across the stream.
"Which means you won't marry me!" Wainaina wailed.
"Well not if you don't ask me...."
"But I'm so ugly. That's why no girl would speak with me..."
"Then they were foolish..."
"But..."
"You have a good heart, Wainaina. It's all that counts."

So Njeri, Princess Laughing Dove, married Wainaina and went to live in his house on the edge of the forest. Each morning they woke to the blue spires of Mount Kenya. Each night they went to bed happy with their day's work. And when one day Njeri told Wainaina there would soon be a child, he thought he would burst with joy. He told everyone he met, the mountain too:
"A child coming! Just think. I must work harder."

But as it turned out, the day the baby came saw an end to Wainaina's joy. The birth was hard and by the time he brought the doctor to the house, Njeri was dead, and the newborn howling like the wind off mountain snows. Wainaina's own howls soon brought the villagers to his door, and when he saw their silent staring faces he thought his heart would break.
"Now what will I do? Who but Princess Laughing Dove would love an ugly man like me?"
The village wives hung their heads, for secretly they had envied Njeri her good hearted, industrious man. And when they had helped to bury her down near the flame tree, they picked up the baby and told Wainaina,
"We will care for the child between us, until you come for it." The grieving man barely nodded: what did he know of babies when he had lost his only love?
So Wainaina's black times began. He went back to his house and there he stayed. The blackness in his heart seeped into every bone - as an ink blot spreads its stain across a page. He could do nothing. He could think of nothing, except the pain of losing Njeri. Days turned to weeks, one month, two...
Then one night as he sat sleepless in his chair he heard her laughter. Somewhere near. Out into the moonlight he ran,

"Princess Laughing Dove, you've come back!"
But there was no-one there; only the dead leaves of his neglected maize rustling in the breeze. Wainaina fell in the dirt and wept.

"I am going mad," he cried. "And it's because I have nothing to remember her by." For grief had shut all thought of the child from his mind.
Now Wainaina tore at the maize stems till they were nothing but straw. The pale shreds flew up in the wind, and good riddance to them: what use were crops?
But no sooner said than an idea flitted through his mind. Quickly he gathered up the straw and ran back to the house - where he lit the lamp and unsheathed his knife. He wasn't a craftsman, not by any means, but with some loving care this was a thing he might do.
So all through the night Wainaina worked: tying, trimming, plaiting, moulding. And when the first streaks of day showed through the curtain, he blew out the lamp, hung the fruit of his labours in the window and slept as he had not slept for many nights.
And he didn't wake - until the sun was pouring through his window, lighting up the straw dove that hung there.
"Why you're beautiful!" said Wainaina to his creation, and while he stirred his porridge on the stove he chatted to the bird just as he had once chatted with Njeri.
"Must clear the maize field today. The rains will soon be here." And
"That dead tree by the stream. It's time I chopped it for the fire."
All the same, Wainaina did not eat the porridge he had made, nor go to work. He just sat in his chair and talked to the straw bird. Somehow the talking eased the ache in his heart for Njeri. Dear dove!

Then some days later, as dawn broke on Mount Kenya, turning the ice peaks pink, there was a tap tapping at Wainaina's window. Out on the sill was a real laughing dove - oh-cook cook-oo-oo. It bobbed and bowed and puffed out its breast before the straw dove. At first Wainaina was flattered that a living bird should woo his dove. But as he persisted, Wainaina grew angry. He ran outside and waved his arms like a windmill,
"Off with you. Can't you see she's all I have?"

But the next morning the dove was back. He flew at the window again and again as if to break the glass and free the straw one; and only when he fell exhausted to the ground was Wainaina sorry.
"What would Princess Laughing Dove think of my good heart now?" he said sadly. So he took down his dove and put it near the fallen one.
"See my friend. She isn't real." The laughing dove only blinked his black bead eyes. Oh-cook cook-oo-oo.
Just then a gust of wind caught up the straw bird, tossing it high in the sky where, to Wainaina's astonishment it began to flap its maize leaf wings, began to soar through the blue, a real laughing dove with her suitor flying after. Wainaina could only stare, for who would believe such a thing? And yet his dove was gone, there was no doubting it. Grief filled his heart once more, and it was then he heard Njeri's voice ringing in his head,
"Life goes on Wainaina. Remember!"
Wainaina gasped - a bolt of lightning through his heart.
"The child! How could I forget?" And he ran, fleet as a reedbuck to the village.
"Where is my child? I want my child."
The women who had taken the baby months before greeted him.

"It's time you came, Wainaina. Your daughter grows bigger every day. Eating us out of house and home, and us with children of our own to feed." They scolded Wainaina roundly, though secretly they were glad to seem him back amongst the living.
And what were a few cross words to Wainaina - with a brand new spark in his heart? A daughter indeed!
"She won't mind my ugly mug. Not if I love her well."
So he thanked the women and took the child at once. There was something he must do.
Back at his house, Wainaina held up the baby to the mountain.
"See, here's the child I told you of." And to his girl he said, "Now aren't we lucky to be alive." The baby cooed obligingly. The father stared and stared.
"So. I have a little Miss Laughing Dove on my hands! And with her mother's lovely looks. That's good," said Wainaina. "Very good."
It was not long after this that a pair of laughing doves came to nest in the flame tree by the stream. Whether they were his doves Wainaina could not say. But what he did say was this, "Life goes on - oh-cook cook-oo-oo."

THIS IS FOR ALL THE KIDDIES

Or is his fat greazy head ass just going at hip hop so he can keep his currupt fake preaching triple cheese burger eating ass in front of a camera?

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:00 PM
^^^^^^^^^
Co-Sizzle. He's the don king of Civil Rights Leaders.

as far as 'wise' and 'pz'

LOL @ Stans arguing with themselves or other stans about who the stan is. GTFOH.

I dont stan, because I have real peeps on here that I come here to discuss shit with. I dont come here to ruin it for everyone and get boners from using other peoples names to say dumb shit they would never say like yall lil homos do all day. So please, hop off my dick. Sooner the better with your fanboy faggotry, bitchass.

EREAL

THAT GAME JUS TOOK ME 4EVER LOL! MY WEEKEND WAS IIGHT! LOL THE FAM WIT TO CHUCK E. CHEESE...ONE OF MY HOMIES WORKED THERE...HOW WAS URS?

=TAH=

I hate Al sharpton with a passion...He makes all black people look stupid...Im tired of having to explain to white people that this greezy geechie ass nigga don't represent black people, He represents the devil...This nigga's whole motivation is self promotion and money...The nigga is vain(only somebody who THINKS they're pretty would wear their hair like that) and arrogant...None of which are fruits of the spirit...those are charactaristics of the devil...

Al sharpton is the only "minister" who I never hear speak about god...He sits around waiting for a small fire to start so he can throw gasoline on it and get his self in the news...

I hope a tornado comes by this afternoon and catches him on his way to his car and blows his fat ass to OZ...He looks a lot like the cowardly lion anyway...The world would be a better place...

I don't get the reason for the stories.

Everyone has stated they beleive its you acting like it aint

That is called a Personaility Disorder
you should really really get that checked out!

DRE

HEY U!

=TAH=

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:10 PM

lol - co-sign.

i always say, they killed martin and malcolm, and let him and jessie live for a reason.

LMAO.

Damn BF. Long time no speak. I agree with you 100%. I'm mad you want his ass blown to Oz though.

@TahTah

LMAO, Chucky Cheese? I used to have a buncha friends that worked there and it was crazy. Peeps were slingin, doin all kindsa crazy shite there, LOL. My weekend was bad ass, spent all weekend at the lake gettin burned and drunk havin fun. It was tight grip. ;)

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 1:11 PM

He said its for the KIDDIES

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 1:11 PM

He said its for the KIDDIES

EREAL

LMAO YEA CHUCK E. CHEESE! IT WAS BORING BUT IT WAS BETTER THAN BEING IN THE HOUSE ALL DAY YA KNO! LMAO THATS A GOOD WEEKEND I GUESS LOL!!!

=TAH=

what up Rock? I think Al Sharpton is a a satanist...He filled with arrogance..If this nigga is a minister, why doesn't he EVER speak about Jesus, God or the bible? I've never even seen this douche bag even carrying a bible let alone reading it...The fat niggas a fraud!

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:10 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Damn mang, lol, but Co-Sign. Thats the whole thing is I dont see the 'outrage' about rap lyrics in the community. I see Al Sharpton and Oprah and a buncha white folks pissed off. If he's sposed to be a civil rights leader and the black community dosent give a fuck, who is he fighting for? The white folks. Exaccccttllly.

WISE
Sup? I know. But still. Ain't no kiddies on this site. Unless some showed up in the past couple months I've been off the site.

Brothers Grimm

King Grisly-Beard

A great king of a land far away in the East had a daughter who was very beautiful, but so proud and haughty and conceited, that none of the princes who came to ask for her hand in marriage was good enough for her. All she ever did was make fun of them.
Once upon a time the king held a great feast and invited all her suitors. They all sat in a row, ranged according to their rank -- kings and princes and dukes and earls and counts and barons and knights. When the princess came in, as she passed by them, she had something spiteful to say to each one.
The first was too fat: 'He's as round as a tub,' she said.
The next was too tall: 'What a maypole!' she said.
The next was too short: 'What a dumpling!' she said.
The fourth was too pale, and she called him 'Wallface.'
The fifth was too red, so she called him 'Coxcomb.'
The sixth was not straight enough; so she said he was like a green stick that had been laid to dry over a baker's oven. She had some joke to crack about every one. But she laughed most of all at a good king who was there.
'Look at him,' she said; 'his beard is like an old mop; he shall be called Grisly-beard.' So the king got the nickname of Grisly-beard.
But the old king was very angry when he saw how his daughter behaved and how badly she treated all his guests. He vowed that, willing or unwilling, she would marry the first man that came to the door.
Two days later a travelling fiddler came by the castle. He began to play under the window and begged for money and when the king heard him, he said, 'Let him come in.'
So, they brought the dirty-looking fellow in and, when he had sung before the king and the princess, he begged for a gift.
The king said, 'You have sung so well that I will give you my daughter to take as your wife.'
The princess begged and prayed; but the king said, 'I have sworn to give you to the first man who came to the door, and I will keep my word.'
Words and tears were to no avail; the parson was sent for, and she was married to the fiddler.

When this was over, the king said, 'Now get ready to leave -- you must not stay here -- you must travel with your husband.'
So the fiddler left the castle, and took the princess with him.
Soon they came to a great wood.
'Pray,' she said, 'whose is this wood?'
'It belongs to King Grisly-beard,' he answered; 'hadst thou taken him, all would have been thine.'
'Ah! unlucky wretch that I am!' she sighed; 'would that I had married King Grisly-beard!'
Next they came to some fine meadows.
'Whose are these beautiful green meadows?' she said.
'They belong to King Grisly-beard, hadst thou taken him, they would all have been thine.'
'Ah! unlucky wretch that I am!' she said; 'would that I had married King Grisly-beard!'
Then they came to a great city. 'Whose is this noble city?' she said.
'It belongs to King Grisly-beard; hadst thou taken him, it would all have been thine.'
'Ah! wretch that I am!' she sighed; 'why did I not marry King Grisly-beard?'
'That is no business of mine,' said the fiddler, 'why should you wish for another husband? Am I not good enough for you?'
At last they came to a small cottage. 'What a paltry place!' she said; 'to whom does that little dirty hole belong?'
The fiddler said, 'That is your and my house, where we are to live.'
'Where are your servants?' she cried.
'What do we want with servants?' he said; 'you must do for yourself whatever is to be done. Now make the fire, and put on water and cook my supper, for I am very tired.'
But the princess knew nothing of making fires and cooking, and the fiddler was forced to help her.
When they had eaten a very scanty meal they went to bed; but the fiddler called her up very early in the morning to clean the house.
They lived like that for two days and when they had eaten up all there was in the cottage, the man said, 'Wife, we can't go on thus, spending money and earning nothing. You must learn to weave baskets.'
Then the fiddler went out and cut willows, and brought them home, and she began to weave; but it made her fingers very sore.
'I see this work won't do,' he said, 'try and spin; perhaps you will do that better.'

So she sat down and tried to spin; but the threads cut her tender fingers until the blood ran.
'See now,' said the fiddler, 'you are good for nothing; you can do no work. What a bargain I have got! However, I'll try and set up a trade in pots and pans, and you shall stand in the market and sell them.'
'Alas!' she sighed, 'if any of my father's court should pass by and see me standing in the market, how they will laugh at me!'
But her husband did not care about that, and said she would have to work if she did not want to die of hunger.
At first the trade went well because many people, seeing such a beautiful woman, went to buy her wares and paid their money without even thinking of taking away the goods. They lived on this as long as it lasted and then her husband bought a fresh lot of pots and pans, and she sat herself down with it in the corner of the market.
However, soon a drunken soldier soon came by and rode his horse against her stall and broke all her goods into a thousand pieces.
She began to cry, and did not know what to do. 'Ah! what will become of me?' she said; 'what will my husband say?' So she ran home and told him everything.
'Who would have thought you would have been so silly,' he said, 'as to put an earthenware stall in the corner of the market, where everybody passes? But let us have no more crying; I see you are not fit for this sort of work, so I have been to the king's palace, and asked if they did not want a kitchen-maid; and they say they will take you, and there you will have plenty to eat.'
So the princess became a kitchen-maid and helped the cook to do all the dirtiest work. She was allowed to carry home some of the meat that was left over, and they lived on that.
She had not been there long before she heard that the king's eldest son was passing by, on his way to get married. She went to one of the windows and looked out. Everything was ready and all the pomp and brightness of the court was there. Seeing it, she grieved bitterly for the pride and folly that had brought her so low. The servants gave her some of the rich meats and she put them into her basket to take home.

All of a sudden, as she was leaving, in came the king's son in his golden clothes. When he saw such a beautiful woman at the door, he took her by the hand and said she should be his partner in the dance. She trembled with fear because she saw that it was King Grisly-beard, who was making fun of her. However, he kept hold of her, and led her into the hall. As she entered, the cover of the basket came off, and the meats in it fell out. Everybody laughed and jeered at her and she was so ashamed that she wished she were a thousand feet deep in the earth. She sprang over to the door so that she could run away but on the steps King Grisly-beard overtook her, brought her back and said:
'Fear me not! I am the fiddler who has lived with you in the hut. I brought you there because I truly loved you. I am also the soldier that overset your stall. I have done all this only to cure you of your silly pride, and to show you the folly of your ill-treatment of me. Now it is all over: you have learnt wisdom, and it is time to hold our marriage feast.'
Then the chamberlains came and brought her the most beautiful robes. Her father and his whole court were already there, and they welcomed her home. Joy was in every face and every heart. The feast was grand; they danced and sang; everyone was merry; and I only wish that you and I had been there.

WISE
Sup? I know. But still. Ain't no kiddies on this site. Unless some showed up in the past couple months I've been off the site.

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:17 PM

Did you catch any of his Action Network convention on C-Span? Are you in new york did you go to his 4 day event? Or you just basing your entire opinion on what you see on msnbc and cnn or fox news?

The world would be a better place...

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:10 PM
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Get that hate out ya heart.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
For The Kiddies

@PZ:

What you talking about? Get what hate out of my heart?

If somebody is representing the devil the world would be better off with out them...That's like saying the world wouldn't be better off without the devil? is that what you're saying?

YOU of all people should know better than that...

BF
Yeah. I remember when his name was, "who?" He's a cab chaser. He should be skinny by now. Though I do appreciate that he is willing to stand up and say things that others won't- I don't appreciate that he does it for his own notoriety. Everything with him is calculated. That's why I don't consider him to be a "black leader." I wouldn't call him a satanist though. But he surely isn't talking the B-I-B-L-E.

Rocky
Im Just repeating what EReal is saying

He says he is doing the stories for the kids

I'm out for lunch. If you're still here when I get back, I'll holla. If not, I'll get at you elsewhere. It's been a minute.

i think td jakes would be a much better advocate than al sharpton.

BELL RINGING SOON...MUCH LOVE TO THE REAL 1S...STAY UP

=TAH=

Damn mang, lol, but Co-Sign. Thats the whole thing is I dont see the 'outrage' about rap lyrics in the community. I see Al Sharpton and Oprah and a buncha white folks pissed off. If he's sposed to be a civil rights leader and the black community dosent give a fuck, who is he fighting for? The white folks. Exaccccttllly.

Posted by: The ERealest presents: 'Still Being Stanned, the EReal Story' at April 23, 2007 1:17 PM
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If ya'll clowns can't open your eyes and see, and be realer in your hearts and minds that you are on this blog...if you so ignorant to where you can't see, or if you so one sided to where you can't admit that hip hop is having a negative impact on the world, then you just dumb.

If it is impossible for you to believe that a mind, heart and thoughts can not and ARE NOT shaped by the surroundings then you are one of them folks that are part of the problem and incapable of contributing towards any positive change WITHIN the culture.

Blinded, it don't make no sense to be a grown man and be so nieve to the impact the worlds largest culture can have on the world.

Just look at history! And yo...if it was a consipiracy to folks down, they definetly got ya'll clowns by the big red nose...you don't even see the problem.

I get tired of ignorance man, it don't make no kinda sense.

Now...hip hop is not "THE" problem, it is a side effect of the problem and a player in the whirlwind effect FROM the problem. And not admitting it will never lead to any solution. DEFINETLY attacking someone that speaks on it doesn't help either.

ANYBODY that has said that hip hop needs to be accountable, the SECOND THEY DO, they get attacked.

Get the hate out ya hearts, replace it with some common sense, some awareness, and some love. Then act on it.

FOOLS.

Has anyone in here caught anything about the national action networks convention they just had in New York? Does anyone in here even watch c-span?

Does everyone in here know what the National Action Network is?

Does anyone in here know what a charitable orginization is?

Does anyone in here know what it takes to fund a charitable orginization?

LMAO Man what a world we live in.

(i know its hard the leave your computer) but your computer is not human

EReal if u have a life just get off the computer and read a book!

@PRO:

I've followed this fat niggas career since the Tawana Brawly scandal(which he never apologized for)...Anybody who knows god knows this man is not representing him...His vainity, greed, arrogance and lack of spirituality makes this obvious...Like I said before, those are characteristics of Satan not Jesus...His refusal to apologize when he's proven wrong as in the case with tawans brawly and the Duke lacrosse team are examples of his enomormos amount of pride and rebellion...And as any person who reads the bible knows rebellion is equal to witchcraft...

Rapunzel

There were once a man and a woman who had long, in vain, wished for a child. At length it appeared that God was about to grant their desire.
These people had a little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden could be seen, which was full of the most beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the world.
One day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion, and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it. She quite pined away, and began to look pale and miserable.
Her husband was alarmed, and asked: 'What ails you, dear wife?'
'Ah,' she replied, 'if I can't eat some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die.'
The man, who loved her, thought: 'Sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will.'
At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before.
If he was to have any rest, her husband knew he must once more descend into the garden. Therefore, in the gloom of evening, he let himself down again; but when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.
'How can you dare,' said she with angry look, 'descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? You shall suffer for it!'
'Ah,' answered he, 'let mercy take the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat.'

The enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him: 'If the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make one condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring into the world; it shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a mother.'
The man in his terror consented to everything.
When the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower in the middle of a forest. The tower had neither stairs nor door, but near the top was a little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the enchantress, she unfastened her braided tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it.
After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song, which was so charming that he stood still and listened. It was Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound. The king's son wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it.
Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her.
'If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune,' said he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up.
At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her; but the king's son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he had been forced to see her. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and handsome, she thought: 'He will love me more than old Dame Gothel does'; and she said yes, and laid her hand in his.
She said: 'I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready I will descend, and you will take me on your horse.'
They agreed that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress remarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her: 'Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he is with me in a moment.'
'Ah! you wicked child,' cried the enchantress. 'What do I hear you say! I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you have deceived me!'
In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.
On the same day that she cast out Rapunzel, however, the enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when the king's son came and cried:

'Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
Let down your hair to me.'

she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest Rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.

'Aha!' she cried mockingly, 'you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest; the cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you; you will never see her again.'
The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in his despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.
He wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to which she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contented.

can someone please list "THE PROBLEM OR PROBLEMS HIP HOP HAS/IS CAUSED"

if ure going to blame hip hop for the problem, list that problem, and lets see if its because of hip hop!

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:27 PM

Well then your practicing whichcraft with the words you speak against Sharptons/And the countless others who agree with his movement. Check yourself not the man seeking improvement amongst his people.

i think td jakes would be a much better advocate than al sharpton.

Posted by: real talk at April 23, 2007 1:24 PM

Fuck that civil rights shit, ain't no money in that. I'm fine where I'm at now, making millions pimpin in the Lords name.

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 1:27 PM
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Guess what faggot stan? I change my URL every time I post. Try again, you are the lamest stan ever. I wish I actually had a decent stan if I was gonna have one.
Ladies and gentleman, HClownDiKKKe.

fuck ya DMX tha shit, cant wait

fuck ya DMX tha shit, cant wait

fuck ya DMX tha shit, cant wait

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:27 PM

Well then your practicing whichcraft with the words you speak against Sharptons/And the countless others who agree with his movement. Check yourself not the man seeking improvement amongst his people.

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 1:29 PM

@ pro
somethings i see we as black people need improvement in is,

healthcare
poverty
disease control
better schools, edu. etc
equal opportunity in employment

right now, what he's doing if he and u feel thats going to better us, then hey. but whoever helps us with that list, i'd rather them take his place any day, no matter race or gender!

Guess what faggot stan? I change my URL every time I post. Try again, you are the lamest stan ever. I wish I actually had a decent stan if I was gonna have one.
Ladies and gentleman, HClownDiKKKe.

Posted by: The ERealest presents : 'Still Being Stanned, the EReal Story' at April 23, 2007 1:34 PM
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That statement is cRaZY!

EReal has lost his mind

PZ:

You sound like an idiot right now...A moron...Hip hop does have a negative effect on some people, Nobody said it didnt...But ITS NOT THE ONLY THING!!!! Why single out hip hop is the question I asked...POVERTY HAS A HUGE NEGATIVE EFFECT, Hip hop is for the most part just an effect of poverty, Movies have a negative effect(especially pornos,ganster movies), The "gay movement" is having a negative effect, Television shows are having a negative effect, THERE ARE SONGS IN EVERY GENRE OF MUSIC THAT HAVE NEGATIVE MESSAGES, The media often times has a negative effect(gossip columns,tabloids) etc...Why is anyone just going at hip hop...It makes no fucking sense!

Anybody who doesn't see that clearly is ignorant and needs to open up THEIR eyes....

Everyone should ignore EReal the stan
Everyone should ignore EReal the stan
Everyone should ignore EReal the stan
Everyone should ignore EReal the stan
Everyone should ignore EReal the stan

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:27 PM

Well then your practicing whichcraft with the words you speak against Sharptons/And the countless others who agree with his movement. Check yourself not the man seeking improvement amongst his people.

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 1:29 PM
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AMEN MY DUDE!!! AMEN!!!

Matthew 7:5
You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.

If "back biting" ain't the number one symptom of a corrupt heart, hate is!

So quick to "ride or die" for a culture and a group of artists who could give one half of no terds about who you are and what you feel or believe.

You just buy a CD or something, and let us folks with some common sense and will to see change in the world get out there and make a difference.

Your heart is incapable of contributing nothing towards anything while you infested with that attitude.

@ Pro

Last time I caught C-Span was Larrakhan's "Saviors Day" and I was pleasently surprised by the message of inclusion and love among all people. I can't find it anywhere to link up to.

When was the convetion? And do you have a link for the national action network. Shine on the ignorance in here with that info.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

That statement is cRaZY!

EReal has lost his mind

Posted by: wise at April 23, 2007 1:37 PM
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Great Rebuttle there, HClownDiKKKe.
Fuckin Herb. Kill yourself.

The Fisherman and his Soul

Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and threw his nets into the water.
When the wind blew from the land he caught nothing, or but little at best, for it was a bitter and black-winged wind, and rough waves rose up to meet it. But when the wind blew to the shore, the fish came in from the deep, and swam into the meshes of his nets, and he took them to the market-place and sold them.
Every evening he went out upon the sea, and one evening the net was so heavy that hardly could he draw it into the boat. And he laughed, and said to himself 'Surely I have caught all the fish that swim, or snared some dull monster that will be a marvel to men, or some thing of horror that the great Queen will desire,' and putting forth all his strength, he tugged at the coarse ropes till, like lines of blue enamel round a vase of bronze, the long veins rose up on his arms. He tugged at the thin ropes, and nearer and nearer came the circle of flat corks, and the net rose at last to the top of the water.
But no fish at all was in it, nor any monster or thing of horror, but only a little Mermaid lying fast asleep.
Her hair was as a wet fleece of gold, and each separate hair as a thread of line gold in a cup of glass. Her body was as white ivory, and her tail was of silver and pearl. Silver and pearl was her tail, and the green weeds of the sea coiled round it; and like sea-shells were her ears, and her lips were like sea-coral. The cold waves dashed over her cold breasts, and the salt glistened upon her eyelids.
So beautiful was she that when the young Fisherman saw her he was filled with wonder, and he put out his hand and drew the net close to him, and leaning over the side he clasped her in his arms. And when he touched her, she gave a cry like a startled sea-gull and woke, and looked at him in terror with her mauve-amethyst eyes, and struggled that she might escape. But he held her tightly to him, and would not suffer her to depart.

And when she saw that she could in no way escape from him, she began to weep, and said, 'I pray thee let me go, for I am the only daughter of a King, and my father is aged and alone.'
But the young Fisherman answered, 'I will not let thee go save thou makest me a promise that whenever I call thee, thou wilt come and sing to me, for the fish delight to listen to the song of the Sea-folk, and so shall my nets be full.'
'Wilt thou in very truth let me go, if I promise thee this?' cried the Mermaid.
'In very truth I will let thee go,' said the young Fisherman. So she made him the promise he desired, and sware it by the oath of the Sea-folk. And he loosened his arms from about her, and she sank down into the water, trembling with a strange fear.

Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and called to the Mermaid, and she rose out of the water and sang to him. Round and round her swam the dolphins, and the wild gulls wheeled above her head.
And she sang a marvellous song. For she sang of the Sea-folk who drive their flocks from cave to cave, and carry the little calves on their shoulders; of the Tritons who have long green beards, and hairy breasts, and blow through twisted conchs when the King passes by; of the palace of the King which is all of amber, with a roof of clear emerald, and a pavement of bright pearl; and of the gardens of the sea where the great filigrane fans of coral wave all day long, and the fish dart about like silver birds, and the anemones cling to the rocks, and the pinks bourgeon in the ribbed yellow sand. She sang of the big whales that come down from the north seas and have sharp icicles hanging to their fins; of the Sirens who tell of such wonderful things that the merchants have to stop their ears with wax lest they should hear them, and leap into the water and be drowned; of the sunken galleys with their tall masts, and the frozen sailors clinging to the rigging, and the mackerel swimming in and out of the open portholes; of the little barnacles who are great travellers, and cling to the keels of the ships and go round and round the world; and of the cuttlefish who live in the sides of the cliffs and stretch out their long black arms, and can make night come when they will it. She sang of the nautilus who has a boat of her own that is carved out of an opal and steered with a silken sail; of the happy Mermen who play upon harps and can charm the great Kraken to sleep; of the little children who catch hold of the slippery porpoises and ride laughing upon their backs; of the Mermaids who lie in the white foam and hold out their arms to the mariners; and of the sea-lions with their curved tusks, and the sea-horses with their floating manes.

And as she sang, all the funny-fish came in from the deep to listen to her, and the young Fisherman threw his nets round them and caught them, and others he took with a spear. And when his boat was well-laden, the Mermaid would sink down into the sea, smiling at him.
Yet would she never come near him that he might touch her. Often times he called to her and prayed of her, but she would not; and when he sought to seize her she dived into the water as a seal might dive, nor did he see her again that day. And each day the sound of her voice became sweeter to his ears. So sweet was her voice that he forgot his nets and his cunning, and had no care of his craft. Vermilion-finned and with eyes of bossy gold, the tunnies went by in shoals, but he heeded them not. His spear lay by his side unused, and his baskets of plaited osier were empty. With lips parted, and eyes dim with wonder, he sat idle in his boat and listened, listening till the sea-mists crept round him, and the wandering moon stained his brown limbs with silver.
And one evening he called to her, and said: 'Little Mermaid, little Mermaid, I love thee. Take me for thy bridegroom, for I love thee.'
But the Mermaid shook her head. 'Thou hast a human soul,' she answered. 'If only thou would'st send away thy soul, then could I love thee.'
And the young Fisherman said to himself 'Of what use is my soul to me? I cannot see it. I may not touch it. I do not know it. Surely I will send it away from me, and much gladness shall be mine.' And a cry of joy broke from his lips, and standing up in the painted boat, he held out his arms to the Mermaid. 'I will send my soul away,' he cried, 'and you shall be my bride, and I will be the bridegroom, and in the depth of the sea we will dwell together, and all that thou hast sung of thou shalt show me, and all that thou desirest I will do, nor shall our lives be divided.'
And the little Mermaid laughed for pleasure, and hid her face in her hands.

'But how shall I send my soul from me?' cried the young Fisherman. 'Tell me how I may do it, and lo! it shall be done.'
'Alas! I know not,' said the little Mermaid: 'the Sea-folk have no souls.' And she sank down into the deep, looking wistfully at him.

Now early on the next morning, before the sun was the span of a man's hand above the hill, the young Fisherman went to the house of the Priest and knocked three times at the door.
The novice looked out through the wicket, and where he saw who it was, he drew back the latch and said to him, 'Enter.'
And the young Fisherman passed in, and knelt down on the sweet-smelling rushes of the floor, and cried to the Priest who was reading out of the Holy Book and said to him, 'Father, I am in love with one of the Sea-folk, and my soul hindereth me from having my desire. Tell me how I can send my soul away from me, for in truth I have no need of it. Of what value is my soul to me? I cannot see it. I may not touch it. I do not know it.'
And the Priest beat his breast, and answered, 'Alack, Alack, thou art mad, or hast eaten of poisonous herb, for the soul is the noblest part of man, and was given to us by God that we should nobly use it. There is no thing more precious than a human soul, nor any earthly thing that can be weighed with it. It is worth all the gold that is in the world, and is more precious than the rubies of the kings. Therefore, my son, think not any more of this matter, for it is a sin that may not be forgiven. And as for the Sea-folk, they are lost, and they who would traffic with them are lost also. They are as the beasts of the field that know not good from evil, and for them the Lord has not died.'
The young Fisherman's eyes filled with tears when he heard the bitter words of the Priest, and he rose up from his knees and said to him, 'Father, the Fauns live in the forest and are glad, and on the rocks sit the Mermen with their harps of red gold. Let me be as they are, I beseech thee, for their days are as the days of flowers. And as for my soul, what doth my soul profit me, if it stand between me and the thing that I love?'

'The love of the body is vile,' cried the Priest, knitting his brows, 'and vile and evil are the pagan things God suffers to wander through His world. Accursed be the Fauns of the woodland, and accursed be the singers of the sea! I have heard them at night-time, and they have sought to lure me from my beads. They tap at the window, and laugh. They whisper into my ears the tale of their perilous joys. They tempt me with temptations, and when I would pray they make mouths at me. They are lost, I tell thee, they are lost. For them there is no heaven nor hell, and in neither shall they praise God's name.'
'Father,' cried the young Fisherman, 'thou knowest not what thou sayest. Once in my net I snared the daughter of a King. She is fairer than the morning star, and whiter than the moon. For her body I would give my soul, and for her love I would surrender heaven. Tell me what I ask of thee, and let me go in peace.'
'Away! Away!' cried the Priest: 'thy leman is lost, and thou shalt be lost with her.' And he gave him no blessing, but drove him from his door.
And the young Fisherman went down into the market-place, and he walked slowly, and with bowed head, as one who is in sorrow.
And when the merchants saw him coming, they began to whisper to each other, and one of them came forth to meet him, and called him by name, and said to him, 'What hast thou to sell?'
'I will sell thee my soul,' he answered: 'I pray thee buy it off me, for I am weary of it. Of what use is my soul to me? I cannot see it. I may not touch it. I do not know it.'
But the merchants mocked at him, and said, 'Of what use is a man's soul to us? It is not worth a clipped piece of silver. Sell us thy body for a slave, and we will clothe thee in sea-purple, and put a ring upon thy finger, and make thee the minion of the great Queen. But talk not of the soul, for to us it is nought, nor has it any value for our service.'

And the young Fisherman said to himself: 'How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.' And he passed out of the market-place, and went down to the shore of the sea, and began to ponder on what he should do.

And at noon he remembered how one of his companions, who was a gatherer of samphire, had told him of a certain young Witch who dwelt in a cave at the head of the bay and was very cunning in her witcheries. And he set to and ran, so eager was he to get rid of his soul, and a cloud of dust followed him as he sped round the sand of the shore. By the itching of her palm the young Witch knew his coming, and she laughed and let down her red hair. With her red hair falling around her, she stood at the opening of the cave, and in her hand she had a spray of wild hemlock that was blossoming.
'What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack?' she cried, as he came panting up the steep, and bent down before her. 'Fish for thy net, when the wind is foul? I have a little reed-pipe, and when I blow on it the mullet come sailing into the bay. But it has a price, pretty boy, it has a price. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? A storm to wreck the ships, and wash the chests of rich treasure ashore? I have more storms than the wind has, for I serve one who is stronger than the wind, and with a sieve and a pail of water I can send the great galleys to the bottom of the sea. But I have a price, pretty boy, I have a price. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? I know a flower that grows in the valley, none knows it but I. It has purple leaves, and a star in its heart, and its juice is as white as milk. Should'st thou touch with this flower the hard lips of the Queen, she would follow thee all over the world. Out of the bed of the King she would rise, and over the whole world she would follow thee. And it has a price, pretty boy, it has a price. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? I can pound a toad in a mortar, and make broth of it, and stir the broth with a dead man's hand. Sprinkle it on thine enemy while he sleeps, and he will turn into a black viper, and hid own mother will slay him. With a wheel I can draw the Moon from heaven, and in a crystal I can show thee Death. What d'ye lack? What d'ye lack? Tell me thy desire, and I will give it thee, and thou shalt pay me a price, pretty boy, thou shalt pay me a price.'

'My desire is but for a little thing,' said the young Fisherman, 'yet hath the Priest been wroth with me, and driven me forth. It is but for a little thing, and the merchants have mocked at me, and denied me. Therefore am I come to thee, though men call thee evil, and whatever be thy price I shall pay it.'
'What would'st thou?' asked the Witch, coming near to him.
'I would send my soul away from me,' answered the young Fisherman.
The Witch grew pale, and shuddered, and hid her face in her blue mantle. 'Pretty boy, pretty boy,' she muttered, 'that is a terrible thing to do.'
He tossed his brown curls and laughed. 'My soul is nought to me,' he answered. 'I cannot see it. I may not touch it. I do not know it.'
'What wilt thou give me if I tell thee?' asked the Witch looking down at him with her beautiful eyes.
'Five pieces of gold,' he said, 'and my nets, and the wattled house where I live, and the painted boat in which I sail. Only tell me how to get rid of my soul, and I will give thee all that I possess.'
She laughed mockingly at him, and struck him with the spray of hemlock. 'I can turn the autumn leaves into gold,' she answered, 'and I can weave the pale moonbeams into silver if I will it. He whom I serve is richer than all the kings of this world and has their dominions.'
'What then shall I give thee,' he cried, 'if thy price be neither gold nor silver?'
The Witch stroked his hair with her thin white hand. 'Thou must dance with me, pretty boy,' she murmured, and she smiled at him as she spoke.
'Nought but that?' cried the young Fisherman in wonder, and he rose to his feet.
'Nought but that,' she answered, and she smiled at him again.
'Then at sunset in some secret place we shall dance together,' he said, 'and after that we have danced thou shalt tell me the thing which I desire to know.'
She shook her head. 'When the moon is full, when the moon is full,' she muttered. Then she peered all round, and listened. A blue bird rose screaming from its nest and circled over the dunes, and three spotted birds rustled through the coarse grey grass and whistled to each other. There was no other sound save the sound of a wave fretting the smooth pebbles below. So she reached out her hand, and drew him near to her and put her dry lips close to his ear.

'To-night thou must come to the top of the mountain,' she whispered. 'It is a Sabbath, and He will be there.'
The young Fisherman started and looked at her, and she showed her white teeth and laughed. 'Who is He of whom thou speakest?' he asked.
'It matters not,' she answered. 'Go thou to-night, and stand under the branches of the hornbeam, and wait for my coming. If a black dog run towards thee, strike it with a rod of willow, and it will go away. If an owl speak to thee, make it no answer. When the moon is full I shall be with thee, and we will dance together on the grass.'
'But wilt thou swear to me to tell me how I may send my soul from me?' he made question.
She moved out into the sunlight, and through her red hair rippled the wind. 'By the hoofs of the goat I swear it,' she made answer.
'Thou art the best of the witches,' cried the young Fisherman, 'and I will surely dance with thee to-night on the top of the mountain. I would indeed that thou hadst asked of me either gold or silver. But such as thy price is thou shalt have it, for it is but a little thing.' And he doffed his cap to her, and bent his head low, and ran back to the town filled with a great joy.
And the Witch watched him as he went, and when he had passed from her sight she entered her cave, and having taken a mirror from a box of carved cedarwood, she set it up on a frame, and burned vervain on lighted charcoal before it, and peered through the coils of the smoke. And after a time she clenched her hands in anger. 'He should have been mine,' she muttered, 'I am as fair as she is.'

And that evening, when the moon had risen, the young Fisherman climbed up to the top of the mountain, and stood under the branches of the hornbeam. Like a targe of polished metal the round sea lay at his feet, and the shadows of the fishing boats moved in the little bay. A great owl, with yellow sulphurous eyes, called to him by his name, but he made it no answer. A black dog ran towards him and snarled. He struck it with a rod of willow, and it went away whining.

At midnight the witches came flying through the air like bats. 'Phew!' they cried, as they lit upon the ground, 'there is someone here we know not!' and they sniffed about, and chattered to each other, and made signs. Last of all came the young Witch, with her red hair streaming in the wind. She wore a dress of gold tissue embroidered with peacocks' eyes, and a little cap of green velvet was on her head.
'Where is he, where is he?' shrieked the witches when they saw her, but she only laughed, and ran to the hornbeam, and taking the Fisherman by the hand she led him out into the moonlight and began to dance.
Round and round they whirled, and the young Witch jumped so high that he could see the scarlet heels of her shoes. Then right across the dancers came the sound of the galloping of a horse, but no horse was to be seen, and he felt afraid.
'Faster,' cried the Witch, and she threw her arms about his neck, and her breath was hot upon his face. 'Faster, faster!' she cried, and the earth seemed to spin beneath his feet, and his brain grew troubled, and a great terror fell on him, as of some evil thing that was watching him, and at last he became aware that under the shadow of a rock there was a figure that had not been there before.
It was a man dressed in a suit of black velvet, cut in the Spanish fashion. His face was strangely pale, but his lips were like a proud red flower. He seemed weary, and was leaning back toying in a listless manner with the pommel of his dagger. On the grass beside him' lay a plumed hat, and a pair of riding gloves gauntleted with gilt lace, and sewn with seed-pearls wrought into a curious device. A short cloak lined with sables hung from his shoulder, and his delicate white hands were gemmed with rings. Heavy eyelids drooped over his eyes. The young Fisherman watched him, as one snared in a spell. At last their eyes met, and wherever he danced it seemed to him that the eyes of the man were upon him. He heard the Witch laugh, and caught her by the waist, and whirled her madly round and round.

Suddenly a dog bayed in the wood, and the dancers stopped, and going up two by two, knelt down, and kissed the man's hands. As they did so, a little smile touched his proud lips, as a bird's wing touches the water and makes it laugh. But there was disdain in it. He kept looking at the young Fisherman.
'Come! let us worship,' whispered the Witch, and she led him up, and a great desire to do as she besought him seized on him, and he followed her. But when he came close, and without knowing why he did it, he made on his breast the sign of the Cross, and called upon the holy name.
No sooner had he done so than the witches screamed like hawks and flew away, and the pallid face that had been watching him twitched with a spasm of pain. The man went over to a little wood, and whistled. A jennet with silver trappings came running to meet him. As he leapt upon the saddle he turned round, and looked at the young Fisherman sadly.
And the Witch with the red hair tried to fly away also, but the Fisherman caught her by her wrists, and held her fast. 'Loose me,' she cried, 'and let me go. For thou hast named what should not be named, and shown the sign that may not be looked at.'
'Nay,' he answered, 'but I will not let thee go till thou hast told me the secret.'
'What secret?' said the Witch, wrestling with him like a wild cat, and biting her foam-flecked lips.
'Thou knowest,' he made answer.
Her grass-green eyes grew dim with tears, and she said to the Fisherman, 'Ask me anything but that!'
He laughed, and held her all the more tightly.
And when she saw that she could not free herself she whispered to him, 'Surely I am as fair as the daughters of the sea, and as comely as those that dwell in the blue waters,' and she fawned on him and put her face close to his.
But he thrust her back frowning, and said to her, 'If thou keepest not the promise that thou madest to me I will slay thee for a false witch.'
She grew grey as a blossom of the Judas tree, and shuddered. 'Be it so,' she muttered. 'It is thy soul and not mine. Do with it as thou wilt.' And she took from her girdle a little knife that had a handle of green viper's skin, and gave it to him.

'What shall this serve me?' he asked of her wondering.
She was silent for a few moments, and a look of terror came over her face. Then she brushed her hair back from her forehead, and smiling strangely she said to him, 'What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul. Stand on the sea-shore with thy back to the moon, and cut away from around thy feet thy shadow, which is thy soul's body, and bid thy soul leave thee, and it will do so.'
The young Fisherman trembled. 'Is this true?' he murmured.
'It is true, and I would that I had not told thee of it,' she cried, and she clung to his knees weeping.
He put her from him and left her in the rank grass, and going to the edge of the mountain he placed the knife in his belt, and began to climb down.
And his Soul that was within him called out to him and said, 'Lo! I have dwelt with thee for all these years, and have been thy servant. Send me not away from thee now, for what evil have I done thee?'
And the young Fisherman laughed. 'Thou has done me no evil, but I have no need of thee,' he answered. 'The world is wide, and there is Heaven also, and Hell, and that dim twilight house that lies between. Go wherever thou wilt, but trouble me not, for my love is calling to me.'
And his Soul besought him piteously, but he heeded it not, but leapt from crag to crag, being sure-footed as a wild goat, and at last he reached the level ground and the yellow shore of the sea.
Bronze-limbed and well-knit, like a statue wrought by a Grecian, he stood on the sand with his back to the moon, and out of the foam came white arms that beckoned to him, and out of the waves rose dim forms that did him homage. Before him lay his shadow, which was the body of his soul, and behind him hung the moon in the honey-coloured air.
And his Soul said to him, 'If indeed thou must drive me from thee, send me not forth without a heart. The world is cruel, give me thy heart to take with me.'

He tossed his head and smiled. 'With what should I love my love if I gave thee my heart?' he cried.
'Nay, but be merciful,' said his Soul: 'give me thy heart, for the world is very cruel, and I am afraid.'
'My heart is my love's,' he answered, 'therefore tarry not, but get thee gone.'
'Should I not love also?' asked his Soul.
'Get thee gone, for I have no need of thee,' cried the young Fisherman, and he took the little knife with its handle of green viper's skin, and cut away his shadow from around his feet, and it rose up and stood before him, and looked at him, and it was even as himself.
He crept back, and thrust the knife into his belt, and a feeling of awe came over him. 'Get thee gone,' he murmured, 'and let me see thy face no more.'
'Nay, but we must meet again,' said the Soul. Its voice was low and flute-like, and its lips hardly moved while it spake.
'How shall we meet?' cried the young Fisherman. 'Thou wilt not follow me into the depths of the sea?'
'Once every year I will come to this place, and call to thee,' said the Soul. 'It may be that thou wilt have need of me.'
'What need should I have of thee?' cried the young Fisherman, 'but be it as thou wilt,' and he plunged into the water, and the Tritons blew their horns, and the little Mermaid rose up to meet him, and put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.
And the Soul stood on the lonely beach and watched them. And when they had sunk down into the sea, it went weeping away over the marshes.

And after a year was over the Soul came down to the shore of the sea and called to the young Fisherman, and he rose out of the deep, and said, 'Why dost thou call to me?'
And the Soul answered, 'Come nearer, that I may speak with thee, for I have seen marvellous things.'
So he came nearer, and couched in the shallow water, and leaned his head upon his hand and listened.

And the Soul said to him, 'When I left thee I turned my face to the East and journeyed. From the East cometh everything that is wise. Six days I journeyed, and on the morning of the seventh day I came to a hill that is in the country of the Tartars. I sat down under the shade of a tamarisk tree to shelter myself from the sun. The land was dry, and burnt up with the heat. The people went to and fro over the plain like flies crawling upon a disk of polished copper.

'When it was noon a cloud of red dust rose up from the flat rim of the land. When the Tartars saw it, they strung their painted bows, and having leapt upon their little horses they galloped to meet it. The women fled screaming to the waggons, and hid themselves behind the felt curtains.
'At twilight the Tartars returned, but five of them were missing, and of those that came back not a few had been wounded. They harnessed their horses to the waggons and drove hastily away. Three jackals came out of a cave and peered after them. Then they sniffed up the air with their nostrils, and trotted off in the opposite direction.
'When the moon rose I saw a camp-fire burning on the plain, and went towards it. A company of merchants were seated round it on carpets. Their camels were picketed behind them, and the negroes who were their servants were pitching tents of tanned skin upon the sand, and making a high wall of the prickly pear.
'As I came near them, the chief of the merchants rose up and drew his sword, and asked me my business.
'I answered that I was a Prince in my own land, and that I had escaped from the Tartars, who had sought to make me their slave. The chief smiled, and showed me five heads fixed upon long reeds of bamboo.
'Then he asked me who was the prophet of God, and I answered him Mohammed.
'When he heard the name of the false prophet, he bowed and took me by the hand, and placed me by his side. A negro brought me some mare's milk in a wooden-dish, and a piece of lamb's flesh roasted.
'At daybreak we started on our journey. I rode on a red-haired camel by the side of the chief, and a runner ran before us carrying a spear. The men of war were on either hand, and the mules followed with the merchandise. There were forty camels in the caravan, and the mules were twice forty in number.
'We went from the country of the Tartars into the country of those who curse the Moon. We saw the Gryphons guarding their gold on the white rocks, and the scaled Dragons sleeping in their caves. As we passed over the mountains we held our breath lest the snows might fall on us, and each man tied a veil of gauze before his eyes. As we passed through the valleys the Pygmies shot arrows at us from the hollows of the trees, and at night time we heard the wild men beating on their drums. When we came to the Tower of Apes we set fruits before them, and they did not harm us. When we came to the Tower of Serpents we gave them warm milk in bowls of brass, and they let us go by. Three times in our journey we came to the banks of the Oxus. We crossed it on rafts of wood with great bladders of blown hide. The river-horses raged against us and sought to slay us. When the camels saw them they trembled.

'The kings of each city levied tolls on us, but would not suffer us to enter their gates. They threw us bread over the walls, little maize-cakes baked in honey and cakes of fine flour filled with dates. For every hundred baskets we gave them a bead of amber.
'When the dwellers in the villages saw us coming, they poisoned the wells and fled to the hill-summits. We fought with the Magadae who are born old, and grow younger and younger every year, and die when they are little children; and with the Laktroi who say that they are the sons of tigers, and paint themselves yellow and black; and with the Aurantes who bury their dead on the tops of trees, and themselves live in dark caverns lest the Sun, who is their god, should slay them; and with the Krimnians who worship a crocodile, and give it earrings of green glass, and feed it with butter and fresh fowls; and with the Agazonbae, who are dog-faced; and with the Sibans, who have horses' feet, and run more swiftly than horses. A third of our company died in battle, and a third died of want. The rest murmured against me, and said that I had brought them an evil fortune. I took a horned adder from beneath a stone and let it sting me. When they saw that I did not sicken they grew afraid.
'In the fourth month we reached the city of Illel. It was night time when we came to the grove that is outside the walls, and the air was sultry, for the Moon was travelling in Scorpion. We took the ripe pomegranates from the trees, and brake them and drank their sweet juices. Then we lay down on our carpets and waited for the dawn.
'And at dawn we rose and knocked at the gate of the city. It was wrought out of red bronze, and carved with sea-dragons and dragons that have wings. The guards looked down from the battlements and asked us our business. The interpreter of the caravan answered that we had come from the island of Syria with much merchandise. They took hostages, and told us that they would open the gate to us at noon, and bade us tarry till then.
'When it was noon they opened the gate, and as we entered in the people came crowding out of the houses to look at us, and a crier went round the city crying through a shell. We stood in the market-place, and the negroes uncorded the bales of figured cloths and opened the carved chests of sycamore. And when they had ended their task, the merchants set forth their strange wares, the waxed linen from Egypt and the painted linen from the country of the Ethiops, the purple sponges from Tyre and the blue hangings from Sidon, the cups of cold amber and the fine vessels of glass and the curious vessels of burnt clay. From the roof of a house a company of women watched us. One of them wore a mask of gilded leather.

'And on the first day the priests came and bartered with us, and on the second day came the nobles, and on the third day came the craftsmen and the slaves. And this is their custom with all merchants as long as they tarry in the city.
'And we tarried for a moon, and when the moon was waning, I wearied and wandered away through the streets of the city and came to the garden of its god. The priests in their yellow robes moved silently through the green trees, and on a pavement of black marble stood the rose-red house in which the god had his dwelling. Its doors were of powdered lacquer, and bulls and peacocks were wrought on them in raised and polished gold. The tiled roof was of sea-green porcelain, and the jutting eaves were festooned with little bells. When the white doves flew past, they struck the bells with their wings and made them tinkle.
'In front of the temple was a pool of clear water paved with veined onyx. I lay down beside it, and with my pale fingers I touched the broad leaves. One of the priests came towards me and stood behind me. He had sandals on his feet, one of soft serpent-skin and the other of birds' plumage. On his head was a mitre of black felt decorated with silver crescents. Seven yellows were woven into his robe, and his frizzed hair was stained with antimony.
'After a little while he spake to me, and asked me my desire. 'I told him that my desire was to see the god.
'"The god is hunting," said the priest, looking strangely at me with his small slanting eyes.
'"Tell me in what forest, and I will ride with him," I answered.
'He combed out the soft fringes of his tunic with his long pointed nails. "The god is asleep," he murmured.
'"Tell me on what couch, and I will watch by him," I answered.
'"The god is at the feast," he cried.
'"If the wine be sweet I will drink it with him, and if it be bitter I will drink it with him also," was my answer.
'He bowed his head in wonder, and, taking me by the hand, he raised me up, and led me into the temple.

'And in the first chamber I saw an idol seated on a throne of jasper bordered with great orient pearls. It was carved out of ebony, and in stature was of the stature of a man. On its forehead was a ruby, and thick oil dripped from its hair on to its thighs. Its feet were red with the blood of a newly-slain kid, and its loins girt with a copper belt that was studded with seven beryls.
'And I said to the priest, "Is this the god?" And he answered me, "This is the god."
'"Show me the god," I cried, "or I will surely slay thee." And I touched his hand, and it became withered.
'And the priest besought me, saying, "Let my lord heal his servant, and I will show him the god."
'So I breathed with my breath upon his hand, and it became whole again, and he trembled and led me into the second chamber, and I saw an idol standing on a lotus of jade hung with great emeralds. It was carved out of ivory, and in stature was twice the stature of a man. On its forehead was a chrysolite, and its breasts were smeared with myrrh and cinnamon. In one hand it held a crooked sceptre of jade, and in the other a round crystal. It ware buskins of brass, and its thick neck was circled with a circle of selenites.
'And I said to the priest, "Is this the god?" And he answered me. "This is the god."
'"Show me the god," I cried, "or I will surely slay thee." And I touched his eyes, and they became blind.
'And the priest besought me, saying, "Let my lord heal his servant, and I will show him the god."
'So I breathed with my breath upon his eyes, and the sight came back to them, and he trembled again, and led me into the third chamber, and lo! there was no idol in it, nor image of any kind, but only a mirror of round metal set on an altar of stone.
'And I said to the priest, "Where is the god?"
'And he answered me: "There is no god but this mirror that thou seest, for this is the Mirror of Wisdom. And it reflecteth all things that are in heaven and on earth, save only the face of him who looketh into it. This it reflecteth not, so that he who looketh into it may be wise. Many other mirrors are there, but they are mirrors of Opinion. This only is the Mirror of Wisdom. And they who possess this mirror know everything, nor is there anything hidden from them. And they who possess it not have not Wisdom. Therefore is it the god, and we worship it." And I looked into the mirror, and it was even as I he had said to me.

'And I did a strange thing, but what I did matters not, for in a valley that is but a day's journey from this place have I hidden the Mirror of Wisdom. Do but suffer me to enter into thee again and be thy servant, and thou shalt be wiser than all the wise men, and Wisdom shall be thine. Suffer me to enter into thee, and none will be as wise as thou.' But the young Fisherman laughed. 'Love is better than Wisdom,' he cried, 'and the little Mermaid loves me.'
'Nay, but there is nothing better than Wisdom,' said the Soul.
'Love is better,' answered the young Fisherman, and he plunged into the deep, and the Soul went weeping away over the marshes.

And after the second year was over the Soul came down to the shore of the sea, and called to the young Fisherman, and he rose out of the deep and said, 'Why dost thou call to me?'
And the Soul answered, 'Come nearer that I may speak with thee, for I have seen marvellous things.'
So he came nearer, and couched in the shallow water, and leaned his head upon his hand and listened.
And the Soul said to him, 'When I left thee, I turned my face to the South and journeyed. From the South cometh every thing that is precious. Six days I journeyed along the highways that lead to the city of Ashter, along the dusty red-dyed highways by which the pilgrims are wont to go did I journey, and on the morning of the seventh day I lifted up my eyes, and lo! the city lay at my feet, for it is in a valley.
'There are nine gates to this city, and in front of each gate stands a bronze horse that neighs when the Bedouins come down from the mountains. The walls are cased with copper, and the watch-towers on the walls are roofed with brass. In every tower stands an archer with a bow in his hand. At sunrise he strikes with an arrow on a gong, and at sunset he blows through a horn of horn.
'When I sought to enter, the guards stopped me and asked of me who I was. I made answer that I was a Dervish and on my way to the city of Mecca, where there was a green veil on which the Koran was embroidered in silver letters by the hands of the angels. They were filled with wonder, and entreated me to pass in.

'Inside it is even as a bazaar. Surely thou should'st have been with me. Across the narrow streets the gay lanterns of paper flutter like large butterflies. When the wind blows over the roofs they rise and fall as painted bubbles do. In front of their booths sit the merchants on silken carpets. They have straight black beards, and their turbans are covered with golden sequins, and long strings of amber and carved peach-stones glide through their cool fingers. Some of them sell galbanum and nard, and curious perfumes from the islands of the Indian Sea, and the thick oil of red roses and myrrh and little nail-shaped cloves. When one stops to speak to them, they throw pinches of frankincense upon a charcoal brazier and make the air sweet. I saw a Syrian who held in his hands a thin rod like a reed. Grey threads of smoke came from it, and its odour as it burned was as the odour of the pink almond in spring. Others sell silver bracelets embossed all over with creamy blue turquoise stones, and anklets of brass wire fringed with little pearls, and tigers' claws set in gold, and the claws of that gilt cat, the leopard, set in gold also, and earrings of pierced emerald, and finger-rings of hollowed jade. From the tea-houses comes the sound of the guitar, and the opium-smokers with their white smiling faces look out at the passers-by.
'Of a truth thou should'st have been with me. The wine-sellers elbow their way through the crowd with great black skins on their shoulders. Most of them sell the wine of Schiraz, which is as sweet as honey. They serve it in little metal cups and strew rose leaves upon it. In the market-place stand the fruitsellers, who sell all kinds of fruit: ripe figs, with their bruised purple flesh, melons, smelling of musk and yellow as topazes, citrons and rose-apples and clusters of white grapes, round red-gold oranges, and oval lemons of green gold. Once I saw an elephant go by. Its trunk was painted with vermilion and turmeric, and over its ears it had a net of crimson silk cord. It stopped opposite one of the booths and began eating the oranges, and the man only laughed. Thou canst not think how strange a people they are. When they are glad they go to the bird-sellers and buy of them a caged bird, and set it free that their joy may be greater, and when they are sad they scourge themselves with thorns that their sorrow may not grow less.

'One evening I met some negroes carrying a heavy palanquin through the bazaar. It was made of gilded bamboo, and the poles were of vermilion lacquer studded with brass peacocks. Across the windows hung thin curtains of muslim embroidered with beetles' wings and with tiny seed-pearls, and as it passed by a pale-faced Circassian looked out and smiled at me. I followed behind, and the negroes hurried their steps and scowled. But I did not care. I felt a great curiosity come over me.
'At last they stopped at a square white house. There were no windows to it, only a little door like the door of a tomb. They set down the palanquin and knocked three times with a copper hammer. An Armenian in a caftan of green leather peered through the wicket, and when he saw them he opened, and spread a carpet on the ground, and the woman stepped out. As she went in, she turned round and smiled at me again. I had never seen anyone so pale.
'When the moon rose I returned to the same place and sought for the house, but it was no longer there. When I saw that, I knew who the woman was, and wherefore she had smiled at me.
'Certainly thou should'st have been with me. On the feast of the New Moon the young Emperor came forth from his palace and went into the mosque to pray. His hair and beard were dyed with rose-leaves, and his cheeks were powdered with a fine gold dust. The palms of his feet and hands were yellow with saffron.
'At sunrise he went forth from his palace in a robe of silver, and at sunset he returned to it again in a robe of gold. The people flung themselves on the ground and hid their faces, but I would not do so. I stood by the stall of a seller of dates and waited. When the Emperor saw me, he raised his painted eyebrows and stopped. I stood quite still, and made him no obeisance. The people marvelled at my boldness, and counsel-led me to flee from the city. I paid no heed to them, but went and sat with the sellers of strange gods, who by reason of their craft are abominated. When I told them what I had done, each of them gave me a god and prayed me to leave them.

'That night, as I lay on a cushion in the tea-house that is in the Street of Pomegranates, the guards of the Emperor entered and led me to the palace. As I went in they closed each door behind me, and put a chain across it. Inside was a great court with an arcade running all round. The walls were of white alabaster, set here and there with blue and green tiles. The pillars were of green marble, and the pavement of a kind of peach-blossom marble. I had never seen anything like it before.
'As I passed across the court two veiled women looked down from a balcony and cursed me. The guards hastened on, and the butts of the lances rang upon the polished floor. They opened a gate of wrought ivory, and I found myself in a watered garden of seven terraces. It was planted with tulip-cups and moonflowers, and silver-studded aloes. Like a slim reed of crystal a fountain hung in the dusky air. The cypress-trees were like burnt-out torches. From one of them a nightingale was singing.
'At the end of the garden stood a little pavilion. As we approached it two eunuchs came out to meet us. Their fat bodies swayed as they walked, and they glanced curiously at me with their yellow-lidded eyes. One of them drew aside the captain of the guard, and in a low voice whispered to him. The other kept munching scented pastilles, which he took with an affected gesture out of an oval box of lilac enamel.
'After a few moments the captain of the guard dismissed the soldiers. They went back to the palace, the eunuchs following slowly behind and plucking the sweet mulberries from the trees as they passed. Once the elder of the two turned round, and smiled at me with an evil smile.
'Then the captain of the guard motioned me towards the entrance of the pavilion. I walked on without trembling, and drawing the heavy curtain aside I entered in.
'The young Emperor was stretched on a couch of dyed lion skins, and a ger-falcon perched upon his wrist. Behind him stood a brass-turbaned Nubian, naked down to the waist, and with heavy earrings in his split ears. On a table by the side of the couch lay a mighty scimitar of steel.

'When the Emperor saw me he frowned, and said to me, "What is thy name? Knowest thou not that I am Emperor of this city?" But I made him no answer.
'He pointed with his finger at the scimitar, and the Nubian seized it, and rushing forward struck at me with great violence. The blade whizzed through me, and did me no hurt. The man fell sprawling on the floor, and, when he rose up, his teeth chattered with terror and he hid himself behind the couch.
'The Emperor leapt to his feet, and taking a lance from a stand of arms, he threw it at me. I caught it in its flight, and brake the shaft into two pieces. He shot at me with an arrow, but I held up my hands and it stopped in mid-air. Then he drew a dagger from a belt of white leather, and stabbed the Nubian in the throat lest the slave should tell of his dishonour. The man writhed like a trampled snake, and a red foam bubbled from his lips.
'As soon as he was dead the Emperor turned to me, and when he had wiped away the bright sweat from his brow with a little napkin of purfled and purple silk, he said to me, "Art thou a prophet, that I may not harm thee, or the son of a prophet that I can do thee no hurt? I pray thee leave my city to night, for while thou art in it I am no longer its lord."
'And I answered him, "I will go for half of thy treasure. Give me half of thy treasure, and I will go away."
'He took me by the hand, and led me out into the garden. When the captain of the guard saw me, he wondered. When the eunuchs saw me, their knees shook and they fell upon the ground in fear.
'There is a chamber in the palace that has eight walls of red porphyry, and a brass-scaled ceiling hung with lamps. The Emperor touched one of the walls and it opened, and we passed down a corridor that was lit with many torches. In niches upon each side stood great wine-jars filled to the brim with silver pieces. When we reached the centre of the corridor the Emperor spake the word that may not be spoken, and a granite door swung back on a secret spring, and he put his hands before his face lest his eyes should be dazzled.

'Thou could'st not believe how marvellous a place it was. There were huge tortoise-shells full of pearls, and hollowed moonstones of great size piled up with red rubies. The gold was stored in coffers of elephant-hide, and the gold-dust in leather bottles. There were opals and sapphires, the former in cups of crystal, and the latter in cups of jade. Round green emeralds were ranged in order upon thin plates of ivory, and in one corner were silk bags filled, some with turquoise-stones and others with beryls. The ivory horns were heaped with purple amethysts, and the horns of brass with chalcedonies and sards. The pillars, which were of cedar, were hung with strings of yellow lynx-stones. In the flat oval shields there were carbuncles, both wine-coloured and coloured like grass. And yet I have told thee but a tithe of what was there.
'And when the Emperor had taken away his hands from before his face he said to me: "This is my house of treasure, and half that is in it is thine, even as I promised to thee. And I will give thee camels and camel drivers, and they shall do thy bidding and take thy share of the treasure to whatever part of the world thou desirest to go. And the thing shall be done to night, for I would not that the Sun, who is my father, should see that there is in my city a man whom I cannot slay."
'But I answered him, "The gold that is here is thine, and the silver also is thine, and thine are the precious jewels and the things of price. As for me, I have no need of these. Nor shall I take aught from thee but that little ring that thou wearest on the finger of thy hand."
'And the Emperor frowned. "It is but a ring of lead," he cried, "nor has it any value. Therefore take thy half of the treasure and go from my city."
'"Nay," I answered, "but I will take nought but that leaden ring, for I know what is written within it, and for what purpose."
'And the Emperor trembled, and besought me and said, "Take all the treasure and go from my city. The half that is mine shall be thine also."
'And I did a strange thing, but what I did matters not, for in a cave that is but a day's journey from this place have I hidden the Ring of Riches. It is but a day's journey from this place, and it waits for thy coming. He who has this Ring is richer than all the kings of the world. Come therefore and take it, and the world's riches shall be thine.'

But the young Fisherman laughed. 'Love is better than Riches,' he cried, 'and the little Mermaid loves me.
'Nay, but there is nothing better than Riches,' said the Soul.
'Love is better,' answered the young Fisherman, and he plunged into the deep, and the Soul went weeping away over the marshes.

And after the third year was over, the Soul came down to the shore of the sea, and called to the young Fisherman, and he rose out of the deep and said, 'Why dost thou call to me?'
And the Soul answered, 'Come nearer, that I may speak with thee, for I have seen marvellous things.'
So he came nearer, and couched in the shallow water, and leaned his head upon his hand and listened.
And the Soul said to him, 'In a city that I know of there is an inn that standeth by a river. I sat there with sailors who drank of two different coloured wines, and ate bread made of barley, and little salt fish served in bay leaves with vinegar. And as we sat and made merry, there entered to us an old man bearing a leathern carpet and a lute that had two horns of amber. And when he had laid out the carpet on the floor, he struck with a quill on the wire strings of his lute, and a girl whose face was veiled ran in and began to dance before us. Her face was veiled with a veil of gauze, but her feet were naked. Naked were her feet, and they moved over the carpet like little white pigeons. Never have I seen anything so marvellous, and the city in which she dances is but a day's journey from this place.'
Now when the young Fisherman heard the words of his soul, he remembered that the little Mermaid had no feet and could not dance. And a great desire came over him, and he said to himself, 'It is but a day's journey, and I can return to my love,' and he laughed, and stood up in the shallow water, and strode towards the shore.
And when he had reached the dry shore he laughed again, and held out his arms to his Soul. And his Soul gave a great cry of joy and ran to meet him, and entered into him, and the young Fisherman saw stretched before him upon the sand that shadow of the body that is the body of the Soul.

And his Soul said to him, 'Let us not tarry, but get hence at once, for the Sea-gods are jealous, and have monsters that do their bidding.'

So they made haste, and all that night they journeyed beneath the moon, and all the next day they journeyed beneath the sun, and on the evening of the day they came to a city.
And the young Fisherman said to his Soul, 'Is this the city in which she dances of whom thou did'st speak to me?'
And his Soul answered him, 'It is not this city, but another. Nevertheless let us enter in.'
So they entered in and passed through the streets, and as they passed through the Street of the Jewellers the young fisherman saw a fair silver cup set forth in a booth. And his Soul said to him, 'Take that silver cup and hide it.'
So he took the cup and hid it in the fold of his tunic, and they went hurriedly out of the city.
And after that they had gone a league from the city, the young Fisherman frowned, and flung the cup away, and said to his Soul, 'Why did'st thou tell me to take this cup and hide it, for it was an evil thing to do?'
But his Soul answered him, 'Be at peace, be at peace.'
And on the evening of the second day they came to a city, and the young Fisherman said to his Soul, 'Is this the city in which she dances of whom thou did'st speak to me?'
And his Soul answered him, 'It is not this city, but another. Nevertheless let us enter in.'
So they entered in and passed through the streets, and as they passed through the Street of the Sellers of Sandals, the young Fisherman saw a child standing by a jar of water. And his Soul said to him, 'Smite that child.' So he smote the child till it wept, and when he had done this they went hurriedly out of the city.
And after that they had gone a league from the city the young Fisherman grew wroth, and said to his Soul, 'Why did'st thou tell me to smite the child, for it was an evil thing to do?'
But his Soul answered him, 'Be at peace, be at peace.'

And on the evening of the third day they came to a city, and the young Fisherman said to his Soul, 'Is this the city in which she dances of whom thou did'st speak to me?'
And his Soul answered him, 'It may be that it is this city, therefore let us enter in.'
So they entered in and passed through the streets, but nowhere could the young Fisherman find the river or the inn that stood by its side. And the people of the city looked curiously at him, and he grew afraid and said to his Soul, 'Let us go hence, for she who dances with white feet is not here.'
But his Soul answered, 'Nay, but let us tarry, for the night is dark and there will be robbers on the way.'
So he sat him down in the market-place and rested, and after a time there went by a hooded merchant who had a cloak of cloth of Tartary, and bare a lantern of pierced horn at the end of a jointed reed. And the merchant said to him, 'Why dost thou sit in the market-place, seeing that the booths are closed and the bales corded?'
And the young Fisherman answered him, 'I can find no inn in this city, nor have I any kinsman who might give me shelter.'
'Are we not all kinsmen?' said the merchant. 'And did not one God make us? Therefore come with me, for I have a guest-chamber.'
So the young Fisherman rose up and followed the merchant to his house. And when he had passed through a garden of pomegranates and entered into the house, the merchant brought him rose-water in a copper dish that he might wash his hands, and ripe melons that he might quench his thirst, and set a bowl of rice and a piece of roasted kid before him.
And after that he had finished, the merchant led him to the guest-chamber, bade him sleep and be at rest. And the young Fisherman gave him thanks, and kissed the ring that was on his hand, and flung himself down on the carpets of dyed goat's-hair. And when he had covered himself with a covering of black lambs-wool he fell asleep.
And three hours before dawn, and while it was still night, his Soul waked him, and said to him, 'Rise up and go to the room of the merchant, even to the room in which he sleepeth, and slay him, and take from him his gold, for we have need of it.'

And the young Fisherman rose up and crept towards the room of the merchant, and over the feet of the merchant there was lying a curved sword, and the tray by the side of the merchant held nine purses of gold. And he reached out his hand and touched the sword, and when he touched it the merchant started and awoke, and leaping up seized himself the sword and cried to the young Fisherman, 'Dost thou return evil for good, and pay with the shedding of blood for the kindness that I have shown thee?'
And his Soul said to the young Fisherman, 'Strike him,' and he struck him so that he swooned, and he seized then the nine purses of gold, and fled hastily through the garden of pomegranates, and set his face to the star that is the star of morning.
And when they had gone a league from the city, the young Fisherman beat his breast, and said to his Soul, 'Why didst thou bid me slay the merchant and take his gold? Surely thou art evil.'
But his Soul answered him, 'Be at peace, be at peace.'
'Nay,' cried the young Fisherman, 'I may not be at peace, for all that thou hast made me to do I hate. Thee also I hate, and I bid thee tell me wherefore thou hast wrought with me in this wise.'
And his Soul answered him, 'When thou didst send me forth into the world thou gavest me no heart, so I learned to do all these things and love them.'
'What sayest thou?' murmured the young Fisherman.
'Thou knowest,' answered his Soul, 'thou knowest it well. Hast thou forgotten that thou gavest me no heart? I trow not. And so trouble not thyself nor me, but be at peace, for there is no pain that thou shalt not give away, nor any pleasure that thou shalt not receive.'
And when the young Fisherman heard these words he trembled and said to his Soul, 'Nay, but thou art evil, and hast made me forget my love, and hast tempted me with temptations, and hast set my feet in the ways of sin.' And his Soul answered him, 'Thou hast not forgotten that when thou didst send me forth into the world thou gavest me no heart. Come, let us go to another city, and make merry, for we have nine purses of gold.'

But the young Fisherman took the nine purses of gold, and flung them down, and trampled on them.
'Nay,' he cried, 'but I will have nought to do with thee, nor will I journey with thee anywhere, but even as I sent thee away before, so will I send thee away now, for thou hast wrought me no good.' And he turned his back to the moon, and with the little knife that had the handle of green viper's skin he strove to cut from his feet that shadow of the body which is the body of the Soul.
Yet his Soul stirred not from him, nor paid heed to his command, but said to him, 'The spell that the Witch told thee avails thee no more, for I may not leave thee, nor mayest thou drive me forth. Once in his life may a man send his Soul away, but he who receiveth back his Soul must keep it with him for ever, and this is his punishment and his reward.'
And the young Fisherman grew pale and clenched his hands and cried, 'She was a false Witch in that she told me not that.'
'Nay,' answered his Soul, 'but she was true to Him she worships, and whose servant she will be ever.'
And when the young Fisherman knew that he could no longer get rid of his Soul, and that it was an evil Soul and would abide with him always, he fell upon the ground weeping bitterly.

And when it was day the young Fisherman rose up and said to his Soul, 'I will bind my hands that I may not do thy bidding, and close my lips that I may not speak thy words, and I will return to the place where she whom I love has her dwelling. Even to the sea will I return, and to the little bay where she is wont to sing, and I will call to her and tell her the evil I have done and the evil thou hast wrought on me.'
And his Soul tempted him and said, 'Who is thy love that thou should'st return to her? The world has many fairer than she is. There are the dancing-girls of Samaris who dance in the manner of all kinds of birds and beasts. Their feet are painted with henna, and in their hands they have little copper bells. They laugh while they dance, and their laughter is as clear as the laughter of water. Come with me and I will show them to thee. For what is this trouble of thine about the things of sin? Is that which is pleasant to eat not made for the eater? Is there poison in that which is sweet to drink? Trouble not thyself, but come with me to another city. There is a little city hard by in which there is a garden of tulip-trees. And there dwell in this comely garden white peacocks and peacocks that have blue breasts. Their tails when they spread them to the sun are like disks of ivory and like gilt disks. And she who feeds them dances for their pleasure, and sometimes she dances on her hands and at other times she dances with her feet. Her eyes are coloured with stibium, and her nostrils are shaped like the wings of a swallow. From a hook in one of her nostrils hangs a flower that is carved out of a pearl. She laughs while she dances, and the silver rings that are about her ankles tinkle like bells of silver. And so trouble not thyself any more, but come with me to this city.'

But the young Fisherman answered not his Soul, but closed his lips with the seal of silence and with a tight cord bound his hands, and journeyed back to the place from which he had come, even to the little bay where his love had been wont to sing. And ever did his Soul tempt him by the way, but he made it no answer, nor would he do any of the wickedness that it sought to make him to do, so great was the power of the love that was within him.
And when he had reached the shore of the sea, he loosed the cord from his hands, and took the seal of silence from his lips, and called to the little Mermaid. But she came not to his call, though he called to her all day long and besought her.
And his Soul mocked him and said, 'Surely thou hast but little joy out of thy love. Thou art as one who in time of dearth pours water into a broken vessel. Thou givest away what thou hast, and nought is given to thee in return. It were better for thee to come with me, for I know where the Valley of Pleasure lies, and what things are wrought there.'
But the young Fisherman answered not his Soul, but in a cleft of the rock he built himself a house of wattles, and abode there for the space of a year. And every morning he called to the Mermaid, and every noon he called to her again and at night-time he spake her name. Yet never did she rise out of the sea to meet him, nor in any place of the sea could he find her, though he sought for her in the caves and in the green water, in the pools of the tide and in the wells that are at the bottom of the deep.
And ever did his Soul tempt him with evil, and whisper of terrible things. Yet did it not prevail against him, so great was the power of his love.
And after the year was over, the Soul thought within himself, 'I have tempted my master with evil, and his love is stronger than I am. I will tempt him now with good, and it may be that he will come with me.'

So he spake to the young Fisherman and said, 'I have told thee of the joy of the world, and thou hast turned a deaf ear to me. Suffer me now to tell thee of the world's pain, and it may be that thou wilt hearken. For of a truth, pain is the Lord of this world, nor is there anyone who escapes from its net. There be some who lack raiment, and others who lack bread. There be widows who sit in purple, and widows who sit in rags. To and fro over the fens go the lepers, and they are cruel to each other. The beggars go up and down on the highways, and their wallets are empty. Through the streets of the cities walks Famine, and the Plague sits at their gates. Come, let us go forth and mend these things, and make them not to be. Wherefore should'st thou tarry here calling to thy love, seeing she comes not to thy call? And what is love, that thou should'st set this high store upon it?'
But the young Fisherman answered it nought, so great was the power of his love. And every morning he called to the Mermaid, and every noon he called to her again, and at night-time he spake her name. Yet never did she rise out of the sea to meet him, nor in any place of the sea could he find her, though he sought for her in the rivers of the sea, and in the valleys that are under the waves, in the sea that the night makes purple, and in the sea that the dawn leaves grey.
And after the second year was over, the Soul said to the young Fisherman at night-time, and as he sat in the wattled house alone, 'Lo! now I have tempted thee with evil, and I have tempted thee with good, and thy love is stro

can someone please list "THE PROBLEM OR PROBLEMS HIP HOP HAS/IS CAUSED"

if ure going to blame hip hop for the problem, list that problem, and lets see if its because of hip hop!

Posted by: they really trine to stop rap at April 23, 2007 1:28 PM

GANG VIOLENCE - b4 hip hop there where no gangs except LA, New York, & Chicago. Now there are every where thanks to hip hop.

DRUGS - hip hop has made it "cool" for a black man to sell drugs. Now drug dealers are like opinions . . .

DEGRADING BLACK WOMEN - Self explanatory

TIGHT JEANS - Dipset

Just because I'm of African descent doesnt mean that everything involving an african is an issue for me, especially when it involves a STRIPPER/HOE.

To say I was ashamed at the way black people rose to the defense of that amoral prostitute would be an understatement. It reinforced the stereotype that black people have no ablility to discern.
If we want to be taken seriously on the national stage the first thing we have to do is police our own. That Lacrosse case should have went on without any protest or fanfare it didnot deserve the kind of notoriety that it garnered from so called black leaders. Everyone forgot that this was a stripper gyrating in her birthday suit for money, I couldnt believe my eyes to see these so called respectable celebrity leader types come out in defense of this BRAWD without the facts being out. This stripper was about to destroy the lives of young men who obviously were going to contribute more to society being graduates of one of the most prestigious universities in the country than she would be dancing for dollars in seedy nightclubs. All the power that black people have in this country and this is what we choose to focus on. Where are these 'BLACK LEADERS' when it comes to the gang epidemic in North Carolina in the same town as this so called rape incident? Where are these black leaders when it comes to standing up for MUMIA and his right to a new trial? Where are they? They are saving HOES that's where they are.
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Anybody who doesn't see that clearly is ignorant and needs to open up THEIR eyes....

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 1:37 PM
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Church Homie, real tawk. Or they are specificly targeting hiphop because they want to keep the american people and expecially black america from realizing that point.
Yo, BF, you seen bowling for columbine yet? What Marylin Manson said in that movie was some real spit.
'Fear and Consumption'

Peace to the real....

1 and out for me...here it is....

I don't think we are ready to deal with the problem. These rappers are controlled by Jews and yall know but are scared to say it.

These cats are signed, sealed and delivered to the world to coon and make us look like niggers by Jews who run the Music and film industry. And no one can deny that or disprove that.

So, many people who I always agree with I have to slightly disagree with today.

Here is the question: What Jew would sing culturally degrading songs about Jews on the order of a German?

No 1. These niggas are Toms...let's face it....

These whiteboys run these niggas...

So I say if yall are heated about this shit then take is to the Jewish cats (not all Jews but the one's exploiting us are Jewish) and express your anger.

See White folks know they can thorw something within us and we will turn on each other.

Al, Jesse or Orpah are not the problem...the problem lies with these Cowardly Uncle Tom artists who don't have the mothafuckin heart to tell these fuckin exploiters that I am not calling my woman a bitch and I am not being your nigger anymore....

Jew own our entertainer and yall know it but are 2 scared to say it.

If you have beef on this issue it is not with me, Orprah or these cowardly Uncle Tom Rappers (not all but most)....

Your problem should be with those Jews who have been exploiting the hell out of us for years....

Now to prove my point....watch how many niggas jump up to argue that I am a racist but can't disporve that the Jews are the one's exploiting us...

Anyway, I am out...

Yall keep arguing around the issue....smh...

Peace to the real!

No PZ you're wrong! I'm not a Stan at all, I got a lot more to do with my time

@ pz and everyone else going at hip ho

in a few months, its going to be something else. if they really want to fix the so called "problem", then they need to diagnose it.

but they arent acknowledging the problem. and what it boils down to is, enetertainment overall right now is too much for parents to compete with. and the fact there are so many broken homes, its easier for outside influence. wether negative or positive.

i think if we get rid of the television, and replace them with books, i'll children will do much better. i guess thats what u and al feel about hip hop.

but what we're going to have to realize is that, its always going to be a problem with anything other than yourself that has the power to revamp your mind.

on judgement day, u cant blame hip hop, tv, books, or your neighbor. and thats what a so called reverend should preach to his people, bcuz the devil gonna find different ways.

so i think there needs to be a serious evalutaion so we can get a proper diagnosis, and fix whatever problems we have.

and thats my last comment. im out

Peace to the real!

Posted by: Bigup2bk at April 23, 2007 1:46 PM

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PEACE II MY DUDE BIGUP, bk is in the building, and Co-Sign ur post.

@PRO:

"Whichcraft" huh. Name one thing Al Sharpton has accomplished.

@LMAO:

Sucka ass nigga like you don't need a response...Your too much of a coward to even pick a name...Kick rocks dick face...

Check this...if SOHH had a blog about the homeless situation, or Darfur THE MASSES WOULD SKIP OVER IT!!!

PS: They already do!

It ain't right, but it's truth. Cuz you "hip hoppers" care too much more about a rapper and what they sell their first week than you do about going out and feeding the homeless. SO ADDRESSING HIP HOP IS THE ONLY WAY TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!

And hip hop is huge, and 95% OF IT THAT IS POPULAR SPEAKS THE SAME STUFF THAT IS NEGATIVE!

You gotta treat the symptoms while you are working to address the root of the sickness.

Hip Hop is a SYMPTOM and NOBODY will deny that. It is a symptom of POVERTY, etc.

Nobody has said "HIP HOP IS TTTTHHHHEEEE PROBLEM", people HAVE ADDRESSED the double talk and the double standard when it comes to shinin the light on hip hop and it eats at folks when that happens.

How do you know Al Sharpton and countless others are not working on the other issues? That's what I'ms ayin...so quick to attack the heart of a man that you only know what you hear about. And don't even act like "you follow Al Sharpton"...if so, WHY?

What is yourmotive if not to throw salt on the man's name. What are YOU doing regarding those issues you speak of? When is the last time you ran a street clean up where you pickin up the trash out the gutters of YOUR neighborhood?

When is the last time YOU took the time to have a conversation with a homeless dude to show love?

When was the last time you attacked another man for doing what he is lead to do when it comes to making an impact on the big picture?

STAND for something or you GONNA FALL for ANYTHING. Oh yeah, standing for hip hop ain't gonna do NOTHING for you, yours..and the problems facing the world.

That's REAL TALK.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Thats what's wrong with society now! People only hear what they want....in this case see what they want. They aren't even talking about HOT97 in New York!!! They are talking about some station in Mississippi, HOT 97.7, WRBJ-FM. But that doesnt stop people from getting on their soap box and preaching to the choir. When people realize Hip Hop is not THE problem it is just a catalyst within THE problem. Stop blaming everyone and everything else for what you're not doing to empower and uplift your community. DO YOUR PART!

Posted by: Tru Hip Hop at April 23, 2007 10:07 AM

COSIGN

and thats my last comment. im out

Posted by: they really trine to stop rap at April 23, 2007 1:47 PM

THANK GOD

"Year of the Dog...Again" is DMX's only solo album to have not debuted at #1 (he's previous 5 albums all debuted at #1 on the billboard 200 chart). The album sold around 125,000 copies in the U.S on its first week. In the albums second week of availability, it sold roughly 50,000 in the U.S. As of December 13th the album has sold over 1 million world wide and over 700,000 in the U.S alone. Recently It was certified Platinum by the RIAA.

No PZ you're wrong! I'm not a Stan at all, I got a lot more to do with my time

Posted by: THE-XFACTA at April 23, 2007 1:46 PM

thats not NEW YORK HOT 97, the one in NY is owned by EMMIS. thats a different station. do your homework!!!!

Yea C-Span is the most unbalanced news station on television today. The convention was the 18th through the 22nd and I was in Kentucky in a hotel when Farakhan did that speech wasent that his last public speech too? I havent been able to find it either. But you can check out 2 of the national action networks forums on cspan by Clicking here They gave Obama a platform on saturday thats on there and theres also a panel and open discussion that Mike Wallace moderated im watching this over again now lol. And the link to the national action network is National Action Network

Now with that link there is also chapter listings if you feel the need to GET INVOLVED! where you think Al is lacking. If you can fill the shoes.

The Black race is so funny,no wonder no one takes them seriously.
How much is that negro in the window...

TOP 10 REASONS WHY I'M NOT THE STAN

1. Because I said so and thats the bottom line
2. I can't type that fast
3. I'm not smart enough to stan
4. I'm too busy wacking off to pictures of Ben Wallace
5. I'm really busy with my website (plug plug)
6. I'm cornrolling my pubic hairs
7. 75% of my day goes towards making stupid top 10 list.
8. What's a stan?
9. My stan posts gay comments, I'm not gay. I do all the butt fucking with my men, I don't get butt fucked . . . no more
10. see number 1

@ Check this...if SOHH had a blog about the homeless situation, or Darfur THE MASSES WOULD SKIP OVER IT!!!

PS: They already do!

It ain't right, but it's truth. Cuz you "hip hoppers" care too much more about a rapper and what they sell their first week than you do about going out and feeding the homeless. SO ADDRESSING HIP HOP IS THE ONLY WAY TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!

And hip hop is huge, and 95% OF IT THAT IS POPULAR SPEAKS THE SAME STUFF THAT IS NEGATIVE!

You gotta treat the symptoms while you are working to address the root of the sickness.

Hip Hop is a SYMPTOM and NOBODY will deny that. It is a symptom of POVERTY, etc.

Nobody has said "HIP HOP IS TTTTHHHHEEEE PROBLEM", people HAVE ADDRESSED the double talk and the double standard when it comes to shinin the light on hip hop and it eats at folks when that happens.

How do you know Al Sharpton and countless others are not working on the other issues? That's what I'ms ayin...so quick to attack the heart of a man that you only know what you hear about. And don't even act like "you follow Al Sharpton"...if so, WHY?

What is yourmotive if not to throw salt on the man's name. What are YOU doing regarding those issues you speak of? When is the last time you ran a street clean up where you pickin up the trash out the gutters of YOUR neighborhood?

When is the last time YOU took the time to have a conversation with a homeless dude to show love?

When was the last time you attacked another man for doing what he is lead to do when it comes to making an impact on the big picture?

STAND for something or you GONNA FALL for ANYTHING. Oh yeah, standing for hip hop ain't gonna do NOTHING for you, yours..and the problems facing the world.

That's REAL TALK.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Posted by: PZ at April 23, 2007 1:50 PM
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As much as I try to like you, I think you're an idiot! Peace... LOL.. You're a Jesus freak that curses and uses inflamatory dialect! Not to mention you're always saying someone is a stan, well you're the fucking Stan you asshole!

Fuck hot 97 fuck cold 97 fuck anything that had racist negroes!!!!!.

pro -

u cant convince people that al is their leader. and u cant say everyone who speaks out against him doesnt do anything for others.

if he helps you personally thats cool. all people are saying, if he's going to be considered a civil leader, they are the people who represents being his civil followers, and they feel he's not adressing their needs.

they're just hoping to see him on tv adressing poverty etc. issues that deprive us, rather than adressing conflicts.

thats all.

STAND for something or you GONNA FALL for ANYTHING.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Posted by: PZ at April 23, 2007 1:50 PM

What if you don't have any legs?

Or they are specificly targeting hiphop because they want to keep the american people and expecially black america from realizing that point.

Posted by: The ERealest presents: 'Still Being Stanned, by Idiots Now' or Pt3 at April 23, 2007 1:43 PM
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Man shut up, you sound real stupid. Take your conspiracy theories and scram. Be about somethin.

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Posted by: Bigup2bk at April 23, 2007 1:46 PM
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Man...you sound like Borat or something.

See...this is the problem with the world. It's ALWAYS the next man's fault. That's a "less than a man" attitude to live with. I don't get it, couldn't be me. Oh yeah, maybe it's because I'm white.

Get lost with that. Can't nobody force nobody to do nothing. PERIOD. Stop blamin everybody and lets start lookin our own hearts.

HOW IN THE WORLD, OR WHY IN THE WORLD DO WE RECEIVE PLEASURE FROM LISTENING NONSTOP TO THE MESSAGES IN THE HIP HOP SONGS??

WHAT IS ENTERTAINING ABOUT THAT???
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on judgement day, u cant blame hip hop, tv, books, or your neighbor. and thats what a so called reverend should preach to his people, bcuz the devil gonna find different ways.

Posted by: they really trine to stop rap at April 23, 2007 1:47 PM
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AMEN! See..people are blind to that. People will go down in a blaze defending hip hop.

It boils down to we are all accountable to God for our own actions, but to be "ride or die" over something.

The root of the problem is pure evil, but until we can recognize evil for what it is at any level, it is impossible to progress.

CHRIST IS KING!
PZ

I just wish we could do a nationwide poll of people who actually give a flying fuck about rap lyrics or want to attack rap.
Yet hiphop has invaded every facet of our lives.
Wheres sharpton about that Ban G-Unit Tony Yayo shit now? Rigggghhhtt, I forgot, he had to chace an ambulence to another outrage.
He needs to quit bitin off C-Delores Tucker man, the shit didnt work before, it wont work now. All this is gonna do is help rap sales cause they wanna ban it, that'll just make the white kids go buy more of it. Yipiee! GTFOH.

i wish martin luther king jr was here. maybe we can get some health insurance for these kids.

i wish malcolm was here, maybe the police wont be so quick to shoot.

Posted by: lol at April 23, 2007 1:59 PM

Thats where your getting it fucked up. Im not trying to convince anyone. My point is everyone is judging Al for putting himself on the forefront fighting ANYTHING at all when most of the people complaining about what he is doing arent doing shit at all. All talk no action find the National Action Network find out what AL really stands for and contact a local chapter and get involved on where you think he is lacking rather then sitting online talking shit. Get it?

HA HA.. DON'T GET MAD AT PZ, X-FACTA.COM.. HE'S AN IDIOT THAT PISSES EVERYONE OFF!

@ Fake Ass PZ stan.

How do I sound stupid you cock blower? You just believe everything the government tells you? I bet you think 9/11 was a big suprise noone knew about and that crack was invented and brought over from jamaica too dont you?
You should stand for something more than stanning a really real cat like PZ that wouldnt have said something so ignorant.

If they're gonna blame hiphop, then they need to look at shows like the Sopranos, they need to check the metal, rock, and some alternative music... I mean, the list goes on and on.

Hiphop isn't to blame. Its more-so RAP. But, even still, not all rap.

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 2:02 PM

u dont get it. but its cool. i guess its like malcolms followers werent to fond of martin luther kings campaign, and vice versa.

so agree to disagree, but dont jump on people like al's body gaurds. thats al.

if they dont like em, they arent wrong, and ure not wrong for liking him.

im just saying when people talk bad about him, stop attacking them. u sound like peter, when it goes down, u'll deny him tho. lol

As much as I try to like you, I think you're an idiot! Peace... LOL.. You're a Jesus freak that curses and uses inflamatory dialect! Not to mention you're always saying someone is a stan, well you're the fucking Stan you asshole!

Posted by: The-XFacta.Com at April 23, 2007 1:58 PM
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Dog...if you ain't figured it out by now, you really ain't been payin attention. I'm not here to be liked, I'm here to speak truth.

And why do you constantly defend to me that you aren't a stan? Homeboy..if you ain't then don't let it bother your heart. It bothers you for a reason homey, and it ain't hard to figure out.

Yep, I'm a Jesus Freak...I'm glad you recognized.

And if I'm responding to a stan with this...then it's all good. Ya'll all the same to me, I take the real "x-facta" as serious as I do a stan anyway, so it's all good.

I let the stans live, I let the ones with nothing to contribute live. I mash on those bringing negativity and speaking sideways to advancement. I roll with the real. I can't tell ya'll how to act, I just do me and live by the same code I speak.

Real recognize real...and the real know what it is.

@PRO
AL aint putting himself out there to help anybody, he's putting himself out there for his own selfish reasons...If he really gave a shit about issues in black communities he would be fighting for real issues....

if al was making a difference in our communities, the government wouldve killed him by now.

10 REASONS DMX WILL FLOP:

1. TIRED OF DOGS BARKING
2. HOW MUCH RHYMES WITH HOOD?
(A DOG'S, IN THE HOOD, CAUSE A DOG LIKE'S HIS WOOD???????????
3. JAY-Z WONT CAMEO
4. LOX WONT CAMEO
5. 50 CENT COULDNT HELP THE LAST ALBUM
6. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR JA RULE'S DAD
7. CANT WRITE AND SMOKE CRACK AT THE SAME TIME
8. HE HAS TOO MANY SPEEDING TICKETS IN YONKERS AND MOUNT VERNON AND ALL THE OTHER SMALL CITIES ON THE HUTCHINSON RIVER AND BRONX RIVER PARKWAY
9. HE DON'T LIKE TO POP, DROP AND LOCK IT
10. LIL WAYNE WONT CAMEO ON HIS ALBUM
9.

A 35 year old mans excuse for pissing on himself is "They made water to liquidy"

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 1:07 PM

DAMN!!!!

LOL

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

TOPIC CHANGE!!!!

What is the weather like in everybody's respective cities?

Its beautiful, sunny 80 something. (Has been for the past couple weeks.)

@ Dog...if you ain't figured it out by now, you really ain't been payin attention. I'm not here to be liked, I'm here to speak truth.

And why do you constantly defend to me that you aren't a stan? Homeboy..if you ain't then don't let it bother your heart. It bothers you for a reason homey, and it ain't hard to figure out.

Yep, I'm a Jesus Freak...I'm glad you recognized.

And if I'm responding to a stan with this...then it's all good. Ya'll all the same to me, I take the real "x-facta" as serious as I do a stan anyway, so it's all good.

I let the stans live, I let the ones with nothing to contribute live. I mash on those bringing negativity and speaking sideways to advancement. I roll with the real. I can't tell ya'll how to act, I just do me and live by the same code I speak.

Real recognize real...and the real know what it is.

Posted by: PZ at April 23, 2007 2:09 PM

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Yo that wasn't me PZ, it's that damn Stan again!

year of the dog went platinum reckless you fucking liar. Im actually sick of your shit..it sounds petty i know but your like the bitchiest individual ive ever seen in my life!

79 and Sunny Bitches. Welcome to FLA!

wish martin luther king jr was here. maybe we can get some health insurance for these kids.

i wish malcolm was here, maybe the police wont be so quick to shoot.

Posted by: lol at April 23, 2007 2:02 PM

How am I going to help yall out, when I was locked more times than Snoop Dogg.

And Malcom, that nigga is up here in heaven pouring bottles of Moet on white girls and eating pork chops!

I'm In Florida too EReal.

@PZ:

Im losing respect for you fast brother...If Al was really a man of God he wouldn't just be coming at hip hop he would be coming at all of entertainment in general...Hip hop is just one room in a House of wickedness...If Al really cared about what Hip hop was doing to the community it wouldn't have taken Imus getting fired to make him take action...

If he is a real man of God why doesn't he go on a crusade against homosexuality? huh? because he knows it would blow up in his face and it wouldn't help his pockets it would hurt them...But aint that one of the fruits of the spirit? Long suffering?...Jesus suffered, the apostles suffered.

You claim to be a man of God but you can't even recognize the characteristics of the devil...That's the reason the church is so full of wickedness now...So called christians like YOU...

As a minister he is suppose try to make his life emmulate christ's...Do you think that's what he's doing with the perm, arrogance, pride, refusal to admit when he's wrong, and being an opportunist?...

WAKE UP!

Too hot in Flordia... What's good BX???? Bx in the building...

the bitchiest individual ive ever seen in my life!

Posted by: polorocker at April 23, 2007 2:14 PM
^^^^^^^^^
Its cause shes a fat sow. U know how them fatties and uglies gotta hate on errybody. This bitch is bi-polar like Game. One day she'll be uppin Dipset while dissin G-Unit and the next She's dissin Camran, crazy broad.

As much as I try to like you, I think you're an idiot! Peace... LOL.. You're a Jesus freak that curses and uses inflamatory dialect! Not to mention you're always saying someone is a stan, well you're the fucking Stan you asshole!

Posted by: The-XFacta.Com at April 23, 2007 1:58 PM

@PRO
AL aint putting himself out there to help anybody, he's putting himself out there for his own selfish reasons...If he really gave a shit about issues in black communities he would be fighting for real issues....

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 2:09 PM

The same goes 4 the rest of them media houndin' so-called Black Leaders. IMO that goes 2 show that Malcolm X & King died 4 a reason, so we as a race can stop depending on leaders & lead our damn selves, but no thanks 2 whoever it is/was that felt like we were better of living in dire straits, we have Al "Thirsty" Sharpton & Jesse "I Knew MLK" Jackson

@Rocky

Wordd, Im in tha 407.

XFACTA
I'm from the Bronx. Let me just say that its hotter up there in the summer than it is out here.

@ PZ:

Your dream to intellectually defeat me will have to be just that....a dream.

You are a white male who don't have the history of being exploited. You are not even qualified to be a participant in this discussion. So why don't you just sit your white priveledge liberal racist ass down in a mothafuckin corner and mind your mothafuckin business....

Jewish people financed the slave trade....They are masters of distributions (this is where they punked these fuckin rappers …they threaten not to distribute their shit)…they owned the slave ships that brought us to America ….

They produced the minstrel show…they produced the Black exploitation films and they are the owners of today cowardly rappers….

They run Black entertainers, organizations and Black leaders. They started the NAACP. Two Jews and Dubois, started it.

See, you must understand PZ, I don’t view you as my superior. I see you as a dumb liberal white arrogant white male who don’t believe that Black people can think for themselves…which that kind of mindset is what makes you a racist.

The Bottom line is that your ass is white and male and you don’t have 1 fuckin clue what it feels like to be a member of an exploited and a mentally enslaved people. In fact it was the Jews who went in to your precious bible and fucked with that to justify to your fellow white Christians our enslavement….

So again, you can’t disapprove what I say and because you are a white privileged man you can’t relate to what I have said….all you can do is come on to this site and offer Black people the very religion that was forced upon us after we were kidnapped from Africa….

So, why don’t you do something that is difficult for white males to do and that shut the fuck up and mind your mothafuckin business on this topic?

Your people are not being exploited….if your ass wasn’t so fuckin arrogant you would have some sensitive regarding this issue and speak on it….but no...let me tell these these poor dumb niggers what is best for them...is your attitude.

This time I am out….PZ can argue with his own arrogant racist slave making religion promoting ass….

Peace my Dude XBK….Brooklyn all day, everyday….

I am out….

1

Edenwald projects in the building!! E 225 & White Plains Road.... Holla at your boy!

EREAL
Tampa. I don't hold an 813 though. Its 347 and 718. Lol.

XFACTA
I grew up on 224th and Barnes. Went to Olinville then Taft.

Yo I went to Olinville too, PS. 113... No doubt! I went to Samuel Gompers after that... Peace

What is the weather like in everybody's respective cities?

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 2:11 PM

FUCK THE WEATHER. ITS HOT OUTSIDE AND THE FEMALES ARE DREESING LIKE REAL HOES. I'M MARRIED FAITHFUL BROTHER AND TEMPATIONS IS A BITCH WITH A LITTLE RED SKIRT AND HIGH HEELS ON. SO FUCK THE THE WEATHER AND FUCK YOU FOR REMINDING ME.

Lol. Richard R! Lol. Let me find out! Peace to you too.

EREAL
Tampa. I don't hold an 813 though. Its 347 and 718. Lol.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 2:22 PM

LMBAO!!!

MARRIED WITH CHILDREN
Good one.

First off, I'm no nigga, but can and will son you like one. Be easy. And secondly, LMAO at YOU for hangin on to my every word. Thanks for the love.

DMX did not go platinum, what Odemic posted is false (esp. if you got it from wikipedia, which I assume you did)

Posted by: hmmm... at April 23, 2007 9:36 AM

Prove it, post some numbers or shut up.

Posted by: ODEMIC at April 23, 2007 10:08 AM

^^^^^^^

Nigga he didnt go platinum and its already a fact

Lord give me a Pipe was garbage...

AIGHT THEN.

SOHH PRESENTS: REAL TALK WITH ROCKY AND X-FACTA

X-FACTA - MAN ITS HOT DOWN HERE IN FLORDIA

ROCKY - YOUR IN FLORIDA? ME TOO

X-FACTA - WOW, WE SHOULD MEET EACH OTHER AND HAVE BRUNCH

ROCKY - HOW ABOUT WE GO TO FLORIDA'S GAY CAPITOAL - MIAMI AND HAVE SOME GOOD OLD GAY FUN

x-FACTA - GOOD IDEA, I WILL BRING MY NOTE PAD SO I CAN MAKE A TOP 10 LIST ABOUT MY TRIP

rOCKY - YOU SHOULD TAKE PICTURES TO PUT ON YOUR GAY WEBSITE

X-FACTA - YOUR RIGHT. WELL I GOT TO GO, I LOVE YOU ROCKY

ROCKY - I LOVE YOU TOO, X-FACTA

Top 10 Battle Songs :

1. Takeover-Jay z
2. Ether-Nas
3. Jack the Ripper-LL Cool J
4. 2nd round KO- Canibus
5. Funeral Music-50 Cent
6. Brooooklllynnnn-Jay-Z
7. Let Me Ride-Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg
8. 10% Dis-MC Lyte
9. Hit Em Up-Tupac
10. I Shot Ya-LL Cool J

Honorable Mention:

11. I'm tired of PZ-The-XFacta j/k

Posted by: K.ola at April 23, 2007 2:37 PM

LORD GIMMIE A ROCK!!!!

I could have swore that Hot 97 NYC was WQHT and was owned by Emmis Communications. Also last I remember it was 97.1 fm, not 97.7......

Yeah, you sounding stupid too.

For one. EREAL is in Florida.

Two. I'm a female.

Three. YOU sounding really suspect KNOWING what a "gay conversation" would play out like.

Everyone deserves a 2nd or 32nd chance. Crackheads can recover after 20-30 years so give dmx a break!

Posted by: they really trine to stop rap at April 23, 2007 1:28 PM

These are the problems.

1. If a rapper names a product it will no longer be cheap. (remember $50 Af1s?)

2. Every town in the U.S. thinks their crime rate is cool thanks to their local mc.

3. Ghetto passes are given too easily.

4. All of sudden gettin high is really cool
5. Selling drugs is cool too.

6. The word pimp is used use too loosely

7. The word hoe is used too loosely (in my day hoes were hoes)

8. kids have more negative ambitions

9. Suburban "gangsters" (Timmy is saggin his soccer uniform)

10. Parents going broke over products mentioned in lyrics or seen in videos that their kids have seen.

Of course this MY opinion and I'm more refering to mainstream hip hop mostly.

Saturday & Sunday, the weather was in the hi 70s-lo 80s.

2day it's in the hi 60s

The same goes 4 the rest of them media houndin' so-called Black Leaders. IMO that goes 2 show that Malcolm X & King died 4 a reason, so we as a race can stop depending on leaders & lead our damn selves, but no thanks 2 whoever it is/was that felt like we were better of living in dire straits, we have Al "Thirsty" Sharpton & Jesse "I Knew MLK" Jackson

Posted by: Dre Guevara Presents: My Jordans & Bling Says I'm Better Than U....PSYCHE!!!! at April 23, 2007 2:19 PM
^^^
real talk man

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 2:42 PM
^^^^^
Nice. lol. You goto any of the raves out there in Tampa. They still have a big breaks scene out there. I was gonna goto Blood on the Turntables, but I dont know if they threw one on April 13th.

For someone that has been following Al since the Tawna case you sure should know it didnt take Imus for Sharpton to speak out against the negativity in hip hop. This movement goes back to 2000/2002 timeframe when he wanted to hold a sit down with hip hop artists. It just goes to show me that you base your opinion off what the mass media deciedes to cover and not off what they chose not to.

&

lol

I dont pretend to be anyone im not and that includes Al's bodyguard. This is an open discussion which in case you arent aware deserves two sides. And if I see something that is factually baseless then im going to call it out. Call it what you want be informed before you spew bullshit because I will call it out.

LMBAO!!!

MARRIED WITH CHILDREN
Good one.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 2:30 PM

YOU LAUGH NOW, BUT WHEN YOUR MAN GIVES INTO TEMPTATION THEN YOU WILL KNOW WHY.

Its a Sunny 83 out here in Boston.

LMBAO!!!

MARRIED WITH CHILDREN
Good one.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 2:30 PM

YOU LAUGH NOW, BUT WHEN YOUR MAN GIVES INTO TEMPTATION THEN YOU WILL KNOW WHY.

Posted by: MARRIED WITH CHILDREN at April 23, 2007 2:48 PM
))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

LOOK'N AT HER PICS HER MAN WILL, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

10 REASONS DMX WILL FLOP:

1. TIRED OF DOGS BARKING
2. HOW MUCH RHYMES WITH HOOD?
(A DOG'S, IN THE HOOD, CAUSE A DOG LIKE'S HIS WOOD???????????
3. JAY-Z WONT CAMEO
4. LOX WONT CAMEO
5. 50 CENT COULDNT HELP THE LAST ALBUM
6. NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR JA RULE'S DAD
7. CANT WRITE AND SMOKE CRACK AT THE SAME TIME
8. HE HAS TOO MANY SPEEDING TICKETS IN YONKERS AND MOUNT VERNON AND ALL THE OTHER SMALL CITIES ON THE HUTCHINSON RIVER AND BRONX RIVER PARKWAY
9. HE DON'T LIKE TO POP, DROP AND LOCK IT
10. LIL WAYNE WONT CAMEO ON HIS ALBUM

These are the problems.

1. If a rapper names a product it will no longer be cheap. (remember $50 Af1s?)

2. Every town in the U.S. thinks their crime rate is cool thanks to their local mc.

3. Ghetto passes are given too easily.

4. All of sudden gettin high is really cool
5. Selling drugs is cool too.

6. The word pimp is used use too loosely

7. The word hoe is used too loosely (in my day hoes were hoes)

8. kids have more negative ambitions

9. Suburban "gangsters" (Timmy is saggin his soccer uniform)

10. Parents going broke over products mentioned in lyrics or seen in videos that their kids have seen.

Of course this MY opinion and I'm more refering to mainstream hip hop mostly.

Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 2:45 PM

Co 2 da Sign!!

Top 10 Battle Songs :

1. Takeover-Jay z
2. Ether-Nas
3. Jack the Ripper-LL Cool J
4. 2nd round KO- Canibus
5. Funeral Music-50 Cent
6. Brooooklllynnnn-Jay-Z
7. Let Me Ride-Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg
8. 10% Dis-MC Lyte
9. Hit Em Up-Tupac
10. I Shot Ya-LL Cool J

Honorable Mention:

11. I'm tired of PZ-The-XFacta j/k

MARRIED
I laugh because what you say is true. Summertime breaks a bunch of shit up and off. But I'm single.

And this other dude... I see you still on that gay shit. Now you tryna piggy back off another nigga's dick. Maybe YOU'RE in Miami with pink socks and a leisure suit. Thinking you suckin cohibas when its just salty dick.

Two. I'm a female.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 2:42 PM

My bad, I forgot who you was. Your the Ice Cream bitch.

Rocky Hoes not Rocky Road

@
Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 2:45 PM

Co 2 da Sign!!

Posted by: Dre Guevara at April 23, 2007 2:53 PM
==============================

LOL.. I'm feeling that

Umm... don't know who that is, but would love to see your pics...

MARRIED WITH CHILDREN
Good one.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 2:30 PM

YOU LAUGH NOW, BUT WHEN YOUR MAN GIVES INTO TEMPTATION THEN YOU WILL KNOW WHY.

Posted by: MARRIED WITH CHILDREN at April 23, 2007 2:48 PM
))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

LOOK'N AT HER PICS HER MAN WILL, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Posted by: LMAO @ UGLY BITCHES at April 23, 2007 2:51 PM

That's a man baby, YEAH!!

See, you must understand PZ, I don’t view you as my superior. I see you as a dumb liberal white arrogant white male who don’t believe that Black people can think for themselves…which that kind of mindset is what makes you a racist.

Posted by: Bigup2bk at April 23, 2007 2:21 PM
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You a fool because you do not even know your own history that you are tryin to speak bout as justification for your propoganda that life's miseries are due to the white man, the Jew to be exact.

You need to get in a neutral location and seek facts, and do so with an open heart.

NOW..noone dismisses slavery, but did it start with the white man? NO! It started with AFRICANS enslaving AFRICANS. The white man didn't invent "enslave the black man", the black man did. It was an EXPORTED PRACTICE.

When the "white man" came to America, who sold them the slaves? THE OTHER AFRICANS.

Now..I'm not gonna stoop down to your ignorant "you can't relate cuz you the white man", the Lord knows my struggles homeboy. But I'll tell you this, if you continue to blame your own problem on EVERYONE ELSE...guess what....NOONE ELSE IS GONNA TAKE OWNERSHIP OF IT AND FIX IT FOR YOU!

That is your mindstate. And despite are your "dumb liberal" remarks I quoted, I wanna address the comment:

"male who don’t believe that Black people can think for themselves…which that kind of mindset is what makes you a racist."

MY POINT EXACTLY is that all people should THINK FOR THEMSELVES and ACT ACCORDINGLY and quit finding excuses and blaming everyone else for every problem in existence. Just like I said in my post, you can't change nobody, but you can change yourself.

And if anything, don't tell nobody a Jew controls you...that's less than manly. Standing on the outside and throwin rocks at anybody don't get you nowhere. You starting a label? You applying for grants to help make a change? What are you doing to be that change you want to see...or are you exhibiting all that you are capable of by just runnin your mouth.

I'm networked with real strong black brothers who are about effecting chagne on the inside out. So your lil sissified cowardly racist shots bounce off me homeboy cuz you ain't gotta a clue what real life is about. You in your lil bubble and if anybody other than somebody black bounces your bubble...you dont' know how to act. Check this...you gonna have a hard time in isolation here in 2007 with that mindstate. You stuck in days of Hitler.

PS: Christ never promoted slavery, nor did any "slave traders" effect the contents of the Holy Bible. It was LLLOOONNNGGGGG BEFORE any AFRICANS were being exported anywhere you clown! Know your history and check your intellect right next to your heart. Bring a bigger sword to this battle cuz I got that truth.

Holla at me, and leave color out of it. Speak to me on unbiased terms as you would any intelligible discussion or just shut your face. That card don't work with me...CUZ. We all bleed red, and Christ bled for all colors.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Damn, Big Al is goin at rap hardbody. he's planning on buying stock in the major labels so that he can sit in at board meetings. the only thing that might be on the radio after all this is chicken noodle soup and lip gloss songs.

this might be positive step in getting rid of some of this monotomous garbage of niggas braggin about how much coke they pushed, how many guns they tote, and how many nappy headed hoes they fucked.

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 2:40 PM

Yo how you gonna forget No Vaseline by Ice Cube, the bitch in you (Common), & BDP the bridge is over

@Damn, Big Al is goin at rap hardbody. he's planning on buying stock in the major labels so that he can sit in at board meetings. the only thing that might be on the radio after all this is chicken noodle soup and lip gloss songs.

this might be positive step in getting rid of some of this monotomous garbage of niggas braggin about how much coke they pushed, how many guns they tote, and how many nappy headed hoes they fucked.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 2:59 PM
============================
This is coming from a dude with Young Buck on his Myspace page! And we all know Young Buck never talks about hoes, coke or gunz...

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 2:59 PM

What a glorious day it is isnt it? Besides the 83 degree weather someone is going to take that step and pick up that stock. Wonderful News. Where did you hear that from because I got a few dollars to donate to that cause.

The 1 thing I hate about the weather here, is how some weekends, it could be lovely outside, then once Monday comes around, it's back 2 the cold weather, yet, some fool will come outside, in the cold, wearing some damn shorts, or even sandals 4 that matter, making me cold just looking @ them.

@Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 2:40 PM

Yo how you gonna forget No Vaseline by Ice Cube, the bitch in you (Common), & BDP the bridge is over

Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 3:01 PM
==================================

It's a lot to remember after 20,000 L's in my lifetime. That's why I post my top and then let ya debate..

@Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 2:40 PM

Yo how you gonna forget No Vaseline by Ice Cube, the bitch in you (Common), & BDP the bridge is over

Posted by: ATLatino at April 23, 2007 3:01 PM
==================================

It's a lot to remember after 20,000 L's in my lifetime. That's why I post my top and then let ya debate..

@Rocky

You heard of "Fla.vor Fest" out there in Tampa?

How about Crossover?

Now..I'm not gonna stoop down to your ignorant "you can't relate cuz you the white man", the Lord knows my struggles homeboy.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Posted by: PZ at April 23, 2007 2:57 PM

PZ STRUGGLES:

Weed
Black Women
Cross Dressing
Alter Boys
Dildos
Stanning
Midget Porn
Jack Daniels

@PZ STRUGGLES:

Weed
Black Women
Cross Dressing
Alter Boys
Dildos
Stanning
Midget Porn
Jack Daniels

Posted by: The Lord at April 23, 2007 3:04 PM
====================================

LOL

PZ
I don't know what that is. Explain.

EREAL
I don't get out and about here in Tampa like that. It just reminds me of how much I miss NY. So, I am not sure about the turntable thing. Underground circuit?

Damn, Big Al is goin at rap hardbody. he's planning on buying stock in the major labels so that he can sit in at board meetings. the only thing that might be on the radio after all this is chicken noodle soup and lip gloss songs.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 2:59 PM

I don't know if you was taking a stab at rap from NYC in your comment but don't forget about:

Walk it out
2 step
snap your fingers
Laffy Taffy
Lean with it Rock with it
Pop Lock & Drop it
Shoulder lean

This is coming from a dude with Young Buck on his Myspace page! And we all know Young Buck never talks about hoes, coke or gunz...

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 3:02 PM
^^^
Young Buck speaks on it with a sense of sencerity and is nice on the mic. i'm talkin about the thousands of other niggas that are just plain thuggy rappers. I'd be lyin if i said i wanted it all to disapear because i don't. guns, hoes, and coke is part of reality, but i don't want to hear EVERY rapper speak on it, especially if they suck, and Buck doesn't suck.

-------
Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 3:02 PM

it's on Allhiphop.com

@Rocky

You heard of "Fla.vor Fest" out there in Tampa?

How about Crossover?

Posted by: PZ at April 23, 2007 3:03 PM

and how many nappy headed hoes they fucked.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 2:59 PM

Speaking of Nappy headed hoes, where is Slimgoody. I need to throw some d's on that no titty having bitch

Is it considered bad hiphop (a la Laffy Taffy and Chicken Noodle Soup) when the song has a hot beat, but wack rhymes? What constitutes a scar on rap? Because I've heard good rhymes on horrid beats, and horrible horrible rhymes off hotness.

LAME

Ohhhhhhhhhh Front Cover of AllHipHop.com isn't this interesting Farakhan speaking out against the negativity in hip hop.............I guess this makes him a ambulance chaser. lol

Thanks Bobby

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I'm saved coz I pray
You ain't coz you don't
This is why
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this is what I mean

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So chicks around call me reverened smoke-a-lot// They hop in the car
I tell them all aboard/ in the coffesional had them chicks lickin my balls//I gave you the dick and you drank from my slong/So everytime I pray i repent & say that i was wrong// My sermons are the bomb Just asks your moms/ listen to my cd And you'll slit your arm//then you'll slit yourself from ear to ear/Church donations now has your gear /To my Lord Jesus Christ nobody compares// They say Christians hate & steal from the collection plate/
Little do they know I keep by bible by my waist//for your sins Christ was humiliated and died/ Similar to Adam & Eve but them niggas lied

LMAO. I CAN!!!

@ Posted by: PZ aka JIMS (Jesus is my Saviour) at April 23, 2007 3:17 PM=============================

Goto some Jesus.Com Site why are you here annoying us good sinners on SOHH?

@Rocky

One of the biggest Christian Hip Hop gatherings in the country.

Would you check it out because you love hip hop?

Or would you not check it out because it is "christian"?

@Pro

Oh...Farrahkan speakin out on hip hop??? NOW I'd really like to hear to postings on here.

Blog on bloggers, blog on....share your hearts.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Walk it out
2 step
snap your fingers
Laffy Taffy
Lean with it Rock with it
Pop Lock & Drop it
Shoulder lean

Posted by: Dont forget the about south at April 23, 2007 3:11 PM
^^^
naw bruh, i wasn't takin a stab at NYC, i just mentioned them because those were the only songs i could think of that didn't have any profanity or adult content in them. i should have mention Jibbs' songs too.

Is it considered bad hiphop (a la Laffy Taffy and Chicken Noodle Soup) when the song has a hot beat, but wack rhymes? What constitutes a scar on rap? Because I've heard good rhymes on horrid beats, and horrible horrible rhymes off hotness.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:15 PM

Are you saying chicken noodle soup & laffy taffy has hot beats?

GTFOH

I've heard better beats from Pro, and he gets all his samples from old episodes Barney & Friends

Professor fired over Va. Tech discussion

BOSTON - An adjunct professor was fired after leading a classroom discussion about the Virginia Tech shootings in which he pointed a marker at some students and said "pow."

The five-minute demonstration at Emmanuel College on Wednesday, two days after a student killed 32 people on the Virginia Tech campus, included a discussion of gun control, whether to respond to violence with violence, and the public's "celebration of victimhood," said the professor, Nicholas Winset.

During the demonstration, Winset pretended to shoot some students. Then one student pretended to shoot Winset to illustrate his point that the gunman might have been stopped had another student or faculty member been armed.

Muthafuckas R 2 god damn sensitive.

naw bruh, i wasn't takin a stab at NYC, i just mentioned them because those were the only songs i could think of that didn't have any profanity or adult content in them. i should have mention Jibbs' songs too.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 3:24 PM

I would have mentioned the new S.E.A.L.S cd with PZ but song number 4 about alter boys is just nasty.

Oh...Farrahkan speakin out on hip hop??? NOW I'd really like to hear to postings on here.

Blog on bloggers, blog on....share your hearts.

CHRIST BLESS!
PZ

Posted by: PZ at April 23, 2007 3:21 PM

Naw Farrakahn isn't speaking out against hip hop because he knows it's not a problem. When A white man does a movie about pimping hoes or puts an underage girl dressed up like a hoe in his magazine it's called good business. But when a black man makes a song about it CONGRESSIONAL CONFERENCE

PZ
I'll check it out. I don't really do the church thing, but good music is just that.

As far as your question...

I never said those songs had good beats. What I meant is what I said. No in between the lines with me. There are some songs out here like that Tum Tum song, "Caprice Musik." Its about the wackest shit I've heard in a while, but the bass line in the song is hot. I'm pretty sure that another rapper could have taken that beat and rocked the hell out of it. But back to my original question... what constitutes a bad hiphop song?

I didn't know you used profanity.

GTFOH... hmmm. Nice to know.

Is it considered bad hiphop (a la Laffy Taffy and Chicken Noodle Soup) when the song has a hot beat, but wack rhymes? What constitutes a scar on rap? Because I've heard good rhymes on horrid beats, and horrible horrible rhymes off hotness.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:15 PM
^^^
i personaly liked laffy taffy and chicken noodle soup because they both served a purpose well. bad rap to me is a song that doesn't move me. a song can have simple lyrics, but still make me bob my head or get me crunk, or make me wanna phuck, etc. and i think it's good. a bad rap song is one that makes me feel like i'm wasting my time listening to it.

but what i think is a waste of time, some people might love i.e. Sean Price. i guess it's all in taste.

and how many nappy headed hoes they fucked.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 2:59 PM

Speaking of Nappy headed hoes, where is Slimgoody. I need to throw some d's on that no titty having bitch

Posted by: Rich Boy at April 23, 2007 3:14 PM

LMAO

Reverend Al Sharpton is reportedly going to the boardroom in his ongoing battle against sexist and misogynistic lyrics in rap music.

According to the New York Post, Sharpton is planning to buy stock in Time Warner and Universal Music Group, through his National Action Network. The aforementioned labels own Def Jam and Interscope Records.

Sharpton will then attend shareholder meetings to complain straight to the source about rapper's degrading lyrics.

"Some of these stockholders have no idea that they own stock in a parent company that owns companies calling them bitches and ho's," he said.

Sharpton is a planning a decency march next month that will target Sony, Time Warner and Universal Music Group

Ohhhhhhhhhh Front Cover of AllHipHop.com isn't this interesting Farakhan speaking out against the negativity in hip hop.............I guess this makes him a ambulance chaser. lol

Thanks Bobby

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 3:15 PM

Farrakhan has been speaking out this, B4 Sharpton decided 2 stop chasing ambulances & become a clone of Jesse.

I didn't know you used profanity.

GTFOH... hmmm. Nice to know.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:28 PM

Hell Mother fucking Yeah I use profanity. I also like to make it rain at the strip club after sunday service. Wanna join me?

Would you check it out because you love hip hop?

Or would you not check it out because it is "christian"?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Id go BECAUSE it was Christian, and Id be smokin L's and knockin off Virgins. Holla @ Yaboy!!

Virgins for all! At the Hiphop Fest!! Get em while they're tight!

lmfao!

@ PZ:

See this why I don’t argue with your dumb ass. Only a dumb racist white man would say to a Black man that race does not matter.

You wrote a fuckin dissertation and still have yet to disprove anything I have said. However, it is arrogance that makes you attempt to argue with me on this issue. What Black man would argue with an Irish Protestant or Irish Catholic about their oppression of each other? What Black man would argue with an Indian from India or Indian from Pakistan (formerly India) about their oppression? What Black man would argue with a Jew about him being oppressed by Germans?

It is only a white racist male’s who is arrogance that would do that.

You also have a reading disability. I never talked about origin of slavery. I said that Jews financed the slave trade and they did. Jews owned the slave ships and they did. Jews tampered with your Bible (they even say so in their own religious writings…. ) and they did.

I said they control Black Organization and they do (they finance the vast majority of them)

I said they own rappers and they do…

I said they own Black leaders and do …but a few they don’t own

To all thos e point you wrote some bullshit about some other dumb shit because it is simple …. you couldn’t respond to my issues….because what I said is true…

Pz I hate to tell you this but your intellectual depth is deep as a toddler’s spit puddle. Anyway to try to account for you cognitive limitations and intellectual deficiencies you talk about some other shit that was not even a point of discussion. Nice try.

Again, you are not qualified to even participate in this discussion because you are a white privilege male.

And by the way, your religion is a slave making Religion. We were captured and brought (mode of transportation and traveling expenses covered by Jews) here with our own religion. We did not have your religion. So, we were mentally free upon our arrival here but physically imprisoned.

So, if your slave making religion (which it is) is not a slave making religion, why did your people make us kill our own religion (stripped it away from us) and made us accept your religion? What was the purpose of that and what condition are black people in today after being under your religion for several hundred years…are we mentally free or mentally enslaved…. Jesus say you shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free well if our people are not free then we must be slaves and we have been under that horse shit you come on and preach every day for hundreds of years.

Anyway, I am tired of “dumbing” myself down to talk to your dumb white racist ass….

Preaching your slave making religion and advocating that our people not look at their skin color as being the source of the discriminatory practices and mental enslavement they are experiencing proves that you are a racist….

I am out….

I am tired of talking to David Duke

I am done….

1

lol @ Dre......ill-informed but still funny. Farakhan didnt start speaking out against hip hop until Ja & 50.

Id go BECAUSE it was Christian, and Id be smokin L's and knockin off Virgins. Holla @ Yaboy!!

Virgins for all! At the Hiphop Fest!! Get em while they're tight!

lmfao!

Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 3:34 PM
--------------------------
co-fucking-sign

You know there are going to be some preacher's daughters there too. I'm going to be grinding on that hass just like Akon did that little girl

Christ is King!!!
PZ

@PRO:

You aint call out shit...You're a clown and didn't address anything I said about that fat 123 sandwich eating nigga...You spoke on his so called works...I'm talking about his character...You obviously don't know theres a difference...

Farrakan(or however you spell it) is another clown in my opinion...Another opportunist...I lost all respect for him when HE ALLOWED HOMOSEXUALS TO WALK WITH HIM AT THE MILLION MAN MARCH...He said some dumb shit like times are changing...The word of GOD doesn't change with the times...REAL MEN OF GOD(which he claims to be)Don't try change up GOD's word to fit in with society, they change society to up to fit in with the word of GOD...

WHY ISN'T FARRAKAN SPEAKING OUT AGAINST ALL OF THE HOMOSEXUALITY ON TELEVISION THESE DAYS!!!!...It has just as much of a negative effect as hip hop...

Because he knows those extremely influencial homos would have his head...Hip hop is just an easy target...

I see I have a stan. Good to know. You know my history so well. Makes me wonder who you REALLY are...

ANYHOW

BOBBY
I agree. Chicken Noodle Soup and Lip Gloss, Chain Hang Low... even this new kid Sean Kingston (sounds like BIG) have their purpose in the game. I like that my little sisters can sing about other things, and that I don't have to worry about content. But I'm straight talking adults. Like this Huey dude. WTF. It gets worse than that.

peace to bigup2bk and rocky.
i never trusted al sharpton since the tawanay brawley incident.shufflin ass negro.yeah i called him that.what a joke him and rev pimpin jackson.leave hip hop alone and teach these parents how to raise there got damn kids.the day i count how many times a rappers sais hoe,nigga and bitch is the day im a old gray headed grandfather.trust me even then im throwing on snoop dogg's "it aint no fun".its all entertainment.

lol @ Dre......ill-informed but still funny. Farakhan didnt start speaking out against hip hop until Ja & 50.

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 3:35 PM

No no my brother, I've been down with Hip Hop since the late 80's. Chuck D used to over my house and we would make Bean pies with weed in them.

but what i think is a waste of time, some people might love i.e. Sean Price. i guess it's all in taste.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 3:30 PM

Yes, it is.

Everybody don't have the same taste in determining what is hot.

I could be an ass & call U a hater 4 saying what U did about Sean P., but I'm not like the typical corporate manufactured 50 Cent, Young Jeezy or Lil' Wayne fans.

Did anybody cee "Boo Boo The Fool" last night on 60 Minutes?

Lol EREAL.

BF
I respect Farakhan. It's some of his bullshit ass followers that get me more. I don't think Fara has the same effect that he's had in the past. That leads me to wonder where that whole movement is going. You've got more numbers, and less power. Makes no sense. But still, I won't knock anyone who stands to defend my race. I just won't be calling them a black leader.

I see I have a stan. Good to know. You know my history so well. Makes me wonder who you REALLY are...

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:38 PM

CHECK THE NAME

BITCH

What's good to the real, I got an hour to waste...

It's nice to see I don't have to be on this bitch all day and ugly ass big bitches still wanna hate, LMAOOOOOOOO...gotta love the haters:-) If I didn't have any, then I think I'd be doing something wrong...

subject please???

LMBAO.

BXCONNECT, THATS WHEN I STOPPED PAYING HIM ATTENTION. LMAO (with his negro pick)

Lol "Shufflin ass negro." Speak on it.

DRE
Naw, I didn't watch it. Was it bad?

subject please???

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:42 PM

DEES NUTTS

subject please???

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:42 PM

lol Does it ever change...Whats good Slim?

lol @ Dre......ill-informed but still funny. Farakhan didnt start speaking out against hip hop until Ja & 50.

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 3:35 PM

Nah, he was speaking out against that shit since N.W.A. started the "Bitch" epidemic in 89

slimgoody & rocky are on the same blog so shyt..............

CAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT FFFIIIIGGGHHHTTT!!!!!!!!!!

MEOH, MEOH, RARRRREEE, RARREEEE, GRRRRRRRRRRR

lol i'm just fuckin' around ya'll be good.

Slimgoody is ugly. She looks like a dog with only 3 legs.

Tims mom > Slimgoody

Tims mom gives amazing head. Her head game has me squirming all night long.

www.myspace.com/horrorshop419

I see I have a stan. Good to know. You know my history so well. Makes me wonder who you REALLY are...

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:38 PM

What's good to the real, I got an hour to waste...

It's nice to see I don't have to be on this bitch all day and ugly ass big bitches still wanna hate, LMAOOOOOOOO...gotta love the haters:-) If I didn't have any, then I think I'd be doing something wrong...

subject please???

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:42 PM

lol Does it ever change...Whats good Slim?

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 3:45 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

LOL, yeah u right...all is good this way, urself???

XBK
Please don't start that shit, it's not funny AT ALL....

X
I stay good. You see me poppin shit? I'm talkin hiphop here. So, YOU be good and cut the fuckery.

whats good slimgoody?
Xclusive BK Dude you a fool for that one fam.
Farakhan is my peoples.got love for the brother.

subject please???

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:42 PM

lol Does it ever change...Whats good Slim?

Posted by: Pro at April 23, 2007 3:45 PM

Hey newphew, it never changes b/c my nutts are so big and good, that yall can't keep em out ya mouf.

I agree. Chicken Noodle Soup and Lip Gloss, Chain Hang Low... even this new kid Sean Kingston (sounds like BIG) have their purpose in the game. I like that my little sisters can sing about other things, and that I don't have to worry about content. But I'm straight talking adults. Like this Huey dude. WTF. It gets worse than that.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:38 PM
^^^
"pop lock and drop it",i just can't get into the lyrics. i try to ignore what that clown sayin cause when i do listen to it i feel like i'm gettin dumb. i just don't like what he's sayin, his cadence, nothing. the beat and the hook is cool though.

but at the same time, i know all the words for "it's goin down" and the lyrics was just as bad. so i don't know, lol. people like what they like i guess.

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:47 PM

same ol shit different pile trying to make it to 5:30 and go face this heat

Slimgoody is so ugly, her boyfriend(which is a transexual) makes her put a bag on her head. EVEN when her boyfriend(who i believe might be Elton John) hits it from the back.

SLimgoody = should've been aborted

@ Bxconnect:

What's the deal son....good to see you.

@ Black Friday:

Good to see you but I disagree with you.
Farrarkhan took on the Jews by himself....

ANd have denounced Homosexuality for years....

If you are discovered to be a homo and you are in the Nation you are immediatly kicked out....

Not we love How right ... but we know Jews own him....

Do the Jews own him....

See I will stand with him because he will fight these crackas where most cats want to just get along...

Also when your hood gets fucked and the FOI come in there your hood get better right away....

Black Friday you are a real dude...I cat I have madd respect for but lets be real, B....

These niggas are slaves...the rappers and they are hugging on tight to a big a Jewish Dick (pardon the Oximoron)...

Now you name me one rapper that will stand up to these Jews....just 1 annd will also go in to your hood and clean it up ....

That dude is real, B....

I would ride with him before any rapper....

You can't find five niggas on this site alone who will stand up to the Jews....

Hell half these niggas on here ride PZ's Dick...

How many niggas will post after me the Jews are the exploiters of Black people not 1....

Thatdude is real, B

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:47 PM

whats good slimgoody?
Xclusive BK Dude you a fool for that one fam.
Farakhan is my peoples.got love for the brother.

Posted by: bxconnect at April 23, 2007 3:47 PM

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

LOL son i just had to break the ice u know some shyt was bound to pop off anyway I'm out b4 the stans pop up.

PEACE II THE USUALS!

bxconnect...hey u...how's it going?

stans r a mutha, lol....

XBK
Please don't start that shit, it's not funny AT ALL....

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:47 PM

I'm talkin hiphop here. So, YOU be good and cut the fuckery.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:47 PM

@ Bxconnect:

Farrakhan is good peoples....

Peace to the Nation of Islam...I ride with those cats any day...i know real cats when I see them...

what up slim:

My question that nobody can answer for me is why don't Jesse "skeet skeet" Jackson, Farrakan or Al sharpton speak out against the obvious onslaught of homosexuality on our culture?...It's everywhere...TV, Music, Movies, Magazines, even being taught in school..Why haven't these so called Ministers spoken out against it?...

but at the same time, i know all the words for "it's goin down" and the lyrics was just as bad. so i don't know, lol. people like what they like i guess.

Posted by: bobby drake at April 23, 2007 3:49 PM

@Slim

Wusp Sugar? I seen these cats throwin venom when you havent been here all day. I've been fodder for the stans today mostly.

How was ur weekend?

BOBBY D
You should see how people out here act a fool to that song. There's no walking room anywhere. Big, small, tall- that shit don't matter. EVERYONE is doing it. That and 2step. Its obvious that hiphop is going through a phase, and I ain't mad at that. But, I really wish I couldl get some old school sonunds like Jimmy Spicer, or some, I dunno. Just something. I like that "Classic" song by Premiere and them though.

hey wusup just wanted to let yall no tht slimgoody gives good head he was giving me head last nite

I'd rather get hit by a car then look at Slimgoodys ugly face. She looks like a pitbull.

Slimgoody I apoligize for calling you a bitch last time we were on.

Ereal what the business is?

Ok I have a serious question for those that frequent this site and others like it. I'm trying to make a site similar to this one but with more actual music. What else do you think would be a good idea to make the site appealing and ideal?

I've been fodder for the stans today mostly.

How was ur weekend?

Posted by: EReal aka 'Id hit it!!!!' at April 23, 2007 3:52 PM

I've been fodder for the stans = getting ethered by PZ

@ Black Friday:

Farrkhan has....

If you e-mail me I will male you a ton of shit on that....

Farrakhan made consessions on the MMM so that it oculd happen....he just wanted to get the ear of the people....

I mean these fuckin male homo disgust me too but you have to bring thses faggets and try straighten their fagget asses out....

This dude is real, B...

When i was locked up the Nation was the dudes who came in and checked cats....

Man I hav madd love for those dudes, B...

Why all the hate on Slim Goody?? I love you ma and I think you're sexy!

Ok I have a serious question for those that frequent this site and others like it. I'm trying to make a site similar to this one but with more actual music. What else do you think would be a good idea to make the site appealing and ideal?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 3:54 PM

dees nutts

DRE
Naw, I didn't watch it. Was it bad?

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:44 PM

I watched like 2 minutes of it, then turned off the TV.

Yo, I'm outta here, get up with y'all 2morrow

PEACE!!!

i would respect these so called black leaders if they actually took the time to come into the hood without cameras and the media.just hug the block a few minutes.see shit that goes on.smoke a little weed.relax stop taking shit to the heart.get a quarter water,sit on a crate and just shut the fuck up.

Why all the hate on Slim Goody?? I love you ma and I think you're sexy!

Posted by: THE-XFACTA.COM at April 23, 2007 3:55 PM

THE-XFACTA.COM = MALE GROUPIE

I think Farrakhan killed Malcolm. He had the most to gain from Malcolm deaf.

Slimgoody is so fucking ugly. She fucking blinded, thanks dumb bitch.

Wusp Sugar? I seen these cats throwin venom when you havent been here all day. I've been fodder for the stans today mostly.

How was ur weekend?

Posted by: EReal aka 'Id hit it!!!!' at April 23, 2007 3:52 PM

@ EReal,

That's cuz suckas don't know how 2 handle a strong sister like Slim.

PEACE 2 The Real!!!!

@Slimgoody is so fucking ugly. She fucking blinded, thanks dumb bitch.

Posted by: Character at April 23, 2007 3:57 PM
====================================
You're a fool! I'd eat Slims Goodies at any time.. ya heard

slimgoody was suking dees nuts last nite and so was her mom

@EReal
Glad to get the stans off your back, LOL...I'm use to it:-)

@Pro
You say u gotta go out into the heat like it's a bad thing, lol...I was lovin my couple days of good weather over the weekend...

@Black Friday
Hey u...I honestly don't think Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, or anyone else should be responsible for speaking out on homosexuality...sadly it's out of their control and if anyone should speak on it, it should be ministers but most of they asses is gay too...sadly this world is coming to an end very abruptly...

Ok I have a serious question for those that frequent this site and others like it. I'm trying to make a site similar to this one but with more actual music. What else do you think would be a good idea to make the site appealing and ideal?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 3:54 PM

Butt naked pictures of nappy headed hoes

LMAO

My question that nobody can answer for me is why don't Jesse "skeet skeet" Jackson, Farrakan or Al sharpton speak out against the obvious onslaught of homosexuality on our culture?...It's everywhere...TV, Music, Movies, Magazines, even being taught in school..Why haven't these so called Ministers spoken out against it?...

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 3:51 PM
^^^
because they don't condone it, so it's a low priority for them.
---------
I like that "Classic" song by Premiere and them though.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:52 PM
^^^
yeah that song is hard. Rakim still sound better than 80% of these new cats, KRS sound dated and preachy, i hate to say it. i miss music that sound like a artist is being sincere.

I'm out. yall behave.

Posted by: THE-XFACTA.COM at April 23, 2007 3:55 PM

X you gotta come up with better pick up lines. You starting to sound like that dude from I love New York. Your in love already, dam homey.

what up BigUp...
it's been a while man...
I'm willing to change my opinion on Farrakan because I admit I don't know a lot about him...I just lost respect for him because of that Homo shit...
blackfriday732@yahoo.com - hit me with some info on him...

But I aint changing my point of view on Al Sharpton aka Turkey Neck...That nigga is a sucka...

Hey u...I honestly don't think Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, or anyone else should be responsible for speaking out on homosexuality...sadly it's out of their control and if anyone should speak on it, it should be ministers but most of they asses is gay too...sadly this world is coming to an end very abruptly...

Posted by: slimgoody at April 23, 2007 3:59 PM

X-facta you homo.

Slimgoody is a TRANSEXUAL!

She had a fucking SEX CHANGE.

SHe probably still has a dick too!

That shits gross man....

SO fuck you Slimgoody, you ugly slore.

@Posted by: THE-XFACTA.COM at April 23, 2007 3:55 PM

X you gotta come up with better pick up lines. You starting to sound like that dude from I love New York. Your in love already, dam homey.

Posted by: Krackman at April 23, 2007 4:00 PM
=================================
I never watched I love NY, but I do love Slimmy.. Yo she's mad sexy... don't worry about the hate Slimmy, I got ya!

slimgoody was suking dees nuts last nite and so was her mom

Posted by: 4986748 at April 23, 2007 3:59 PM

How was slimgoody sucking your nutts when she was juggling my balls in her mouth like a clown at the circus

I was reading back and saw something that I wrote got real fucked up...I meant to say:

Now we love Hov (meaning Jay Z) right ... but we know Jews own him....

Do the Jews own him (Farrakhan)....

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 4:00 PM

I got respect for Al Sharpton. But Jesse Jackson only show up after the new casters arives. Al Sharpton will get there withing hours.

@slimgoody was suking dees nuts last nite and so was her mom

Posted by: 4986748 at April 23, 2007 3:59 PM

How was slimgoody sucking your nutts when she was juggling my balls in her mouth like a clown at the circus

Posted by: THE-XFACTA.COM at April 23, 2007 4:03 PM
==========================

STAN

@Krack

Whatap Playa?

@Dre
Peas god.

I've been fodder for the stans = getting ethered by PZ

Posted by: Mathematics at April 23, 2007 3:54 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Not quite douchey.

LOL. BF, I'll catch ya lata.

I feel sorry for Slimgoodys mother, she has to look at him/her.

I never watched I love NY, but I do love Slimmy.. Yo she's mad sexy... don't worry about the hate Slimmy, I got ya!

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 4:02 PM

the-xfacta.com = stalker + groupie

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO, it's funny how the main one's hating is ALWAYS hiding their ugly ass faces...anyhow...it's funny 2 me b/c I've never been called ugly in my life till losers on this bitch didn't know how else to get a response from G...its' cool...yall really need lessons on talking to women then u probably wouldn't hate me so much:-)

@X-Factor
lol, thanx 4 ALL the love...right back at ya...

Peace Dre, thanx 2 u 2 as well...

wassup bobby drake?

hat's called success homie.
Posted by: Mr. 908 at April 23, 2007 12:15 PM
^^^^^^^^^^^^
Thats truth, and I dont hate on that. I hate on the fact that he is endorsing products that are bad for the community and that are causing obvious problems in society, I.E. Alcoholism, Cildhood Obesity, Pollution, ect.
Rather than things that are good for society, I.E. Books, Water, Condoms, Ect.
See what im sayin?
@Fupayme
I didnt make that clothing comment, so I dont get the question..
Posted by: EReal at April 23, 2007 12:20 PM

U CANT PLEASE EVERBODY ALL OF THE TIME.
DICK HEAD HE DID WATER ON HISWORLS TOUR, HE DONATED TO KATRINA, COLONBINE, HE HAS A SCHOLARSHIP FUND, TEAM ROC AND OTHER SHIT. HE DOESNT SAY GET DRUNK, HE PROMOTES A BRAND. ITS A CHECK, ITS CAPITALISM, ITS NOT FOR KIDS-HE 38. "I AINT TELLING YOU TO SELL CRACK, NAW HOV DID THAT, SO HOPEFULLY OU WONT HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT." HE IS A ROLE MODEL THAT DOES GROWN UP THINGS.
YOU ARE A STUPID DICKHEAD FOR SAYING HE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR POLLUTION BECAUSE A CAR HAS HIS COLOR. HOWDO YOU TRAVEL? DO OU WALK EVERYWHERE? SO YOU ARE INDIRECTLTY AFFECTING POLUTION. CHILD OBESITY IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE PARENT. I KNOW PEOPLE THAT ARE REALLY POPULAR AND HAVE A LOT OF MONEY AND THE SMOKE WET AND DO COKE. THEY TRIED TO GET ME TO INDULGE BUT I SAID NO BECAUSE I WAS TAUGHT TO JUST SAY NO. STOP BLAMMING OTHERS FOR YOUR PROBLEMS AND SHORT COMMINGS. OBESITY= MCDONALDS, KFC, BURGER KING, WENDYS, ECT. NOT JAY Z

SLimgoody is nasty. SHe's like aids cuz nobody want's her.

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 4:00 PM

what up BigUp...
it's been a while man...
I'm willing to change my opinion on Farrakan because I admit I don't know a lot about him...I just lost respect for him because of that Homo shit...
blackfriday732@yahoo.com - hit me with some info on him...

But I aint changing my point of view on Al Sharpton aka Turkey Neck...That nigga is a sucka...

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 4:00 PM

I hear you B because you are real cat...every real person on here have nothing but mad respect for you...including me....

And hey I can't stand those fuckin male homos either...lol....motherfuckas trying to invade an invent for real dudes....LMAOOO

I'll hit you and send you some shit...

I never watched I love NY, but I do love Slimmy.. Yo she's mad sexy... don't worry about the hate Slimmy, I got ya!

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 4:02 PM

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Somebody get me a helmet because Xfactor is beating me over the head with this bullshit.

I feel sorry for Slimgoodys mother, she has to look at him/her.
Posted by: Character

slim i apolgize about my sons distaste towards women.when he was younger he never like action figures.to this day i think he still has his colletion of rainbow bright dolls.get it RAINBOW btight?
his mother refused to swallow because she thought she could get pregnant in her neck.

Ok I have a serious question for those that frequent this site and others like it. I'm trying to make a site similar to this one but with more actual music. What else do you think would be a good idea to make the site appealing and ideal?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 3:54 PM

^^^^^^^^^

Your top 10, LMAO

But I aint changing my point of view on Al Sharpton aka Turkey Neck...That nigga is a sucka...

Posted by: Black Friday at April 23, 2007 4:00 PM

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

By the way, how is the Detroit Queen ... the Honorable Slimgoody!

U CANT PLEASE EVERBODY ALL OF THE TIME.
DICK HEAD HE DID WATER ON HISWORLS TOUR, HE DONATED TO KATRINA, COLONBINE, HE HAS A SCHOLARSHIP FUND, TEAM ROC AND OTHER SHIT. HE DOESNT SAY GET DRUNK, HE PROMOTES A BRAND. ITS A CHECK, ITS CAPITALISM, ITS NOT FOR KIDS-HE 38. "I AINT TELLING YOU TO SELL CRACK, NAW HOV DID THAT, SO HOPEFULLY OU WONT HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT." HE IS A ROLE MODEL THAT DOES GROWN UP THINGS.
YOU ARE A STUPID DICKHEAD FOR SAYING HE IS RESPONSIBLE FOR POLLUTION BECAUSE A CAR HAS HIS COLOR. HOWDO YOU TRAVEL? DO OU WALK EVERYWHERE? SO YOU ARE INDIRECTLTY AFFECTING POLUTION. CHILD OBESITY IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE PARENT. I KNOW PEOPLE THAT ARE REALLY POPULAR AND HAVE A LOT OF MONEY AND THE SMOKE WET AND DO COKE. THEY TRIED TO GET ME TO INDULGE BUT I SAID NO BECAUSE I WAS TAUGHT TO JUST SAY NO. STOP BLAMMING OTHERS FOR YOUR PROBLEMS AND SHORT COMMINGS. OBESITY= MCDONALDS, KFC, BURGER KING, WENDYS, ECT. NOT JAY Z

Posted by: XLPE at April 23, 2007 4:06 PM

xlpe = ereal getting ethered again

Damn for mofos to hate me so much it's funny how yall dumb asses then turned the blog's subject to "slimgoody"...SMH...sorry 4 the people actually talking about "real topics & issues"...

Hey bxconnect aka CAPTAIN SAVE A HO

Bxconnect is a bisexual, he goes both ways. Slimgoody is bxconnects gay lover, they probably make disturbing movies(throws up at the thought of SLimgoody naked)

DISGUSTING like bxconnects whore of a mother!

She should've aborted you bxconnect...

Slim, I got the pool set up and the AC in the window EARLY!!! lol

Only because i see "hiding" numerous times on here on a daily basis. I have to say I have pics I could post if its a necessity.

hey slim we still on fo tonite or what

hey slim we still on fo tonite or what

Whuttup World?????????????????????????

I won't be posting on here for a lonnnngggg time i'm sure, htownmike is gone from sohh my job is on the line cause of this ish, peace to the real i'll touch down again in the future though now and then... it's been fun!

Ok I have a serious question for those that frequent this site and others like it. I'm trying to make a site similar to this one but with more actual music. What else do you think would be a good idea to make the site appealing and ideal?

Posted by: the-xfacta.com at April 23, 2007 3:54 PM

^^^^^^^^^
If you can get me computer to pass me a blunt that would make the automate web site. Bitches with fat asses can't hurt either.

As far as your question...

I never said those songs had good beats. What I meant is what I said. No in between the lines with me. There are some songs out here like that Tum Tum song, "Caprice Musik." Its about the wackest shit I've heard in a while, but the bass line in the song is hot. I'm pretty sure that another rapper could have taken that beat and rocked the hell out of it. But back to my original question... what constitutes a bad hiphop song?

I didn't know you used profanity.

GTFOH... hmmm. Nice to know.

Posted by: Rocky at April 23, 2007 3:28 PM
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That was a stan...that wasn't me. I'm consistent.

@Bigup...you follow your mindstate of separation, division, and hate. I'll follow mine of inclusion and love and bet who wins in the end.

You're still a slave..your mind is still enslaved so is your heart. Satan got you by the nuts and you don't even know it. Under the cover of "black pride" you run around with your "fear factor" state of being and accomplish nothing while me and my strong black brothas will continue building in the kingdom in the spirit of mashing out the evils from the past and moving forward towards the reward. You keep playin patty cake with yourself, throw darts at any and everyone who is willing to seek positive change, and be in effective.

Oh yeah...after Hitler wiped out the Jews...black folks were next. So while you bask in his burnt out mindstate, just know....only YOU have the power to control you regardless of whether or not you feel a Jew has the power to own you. And again, your propoganda that Chrisitanity is a "slave making" religion is garbage. Christianity is about love.

It's obvious you don't know nothin bout it because you are a racist and accept responsibility only when it plays towards your overall agenda of promotin the hate in your heart.

@ Character

C'mon bruh, that ain't right what you're doin' mayne, slow your roll, it looks like your lookin' for attention or something, i mean we all know how she is, so just move on, don't need to get all childish when you're already 30 something man, show that you got some sense!!

By the way, how is the Detroit Queen ... the Honorable Slimgoody!

Posted by: Bigup2bK at April 23, 2007 4:09 PM
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My bad Bigup, u know I meant to speak to u in a previous post but got distracted...I'm great:-) Why have u been a stranger???

@Pro
LOL, it's not neccessary, it's only these mark ass fuckboys that wanna continue to talk shit about the way people look is who I'd love to c, lol...I already know it's not worth it but I'm sure their pics would be pretty funny, lol....

@bxconnect
LOL, I understand sweetie...

10 REASONS WHY SLIMGOODY IS SEXY:

1. She get it from her mama
2. She's slim (fat broads are wack)
3. She can flip that weave w/o notice
4. Long hair (20% hers)
5. Like Hip Hop
6. Has all her teeth
7. A beautiful smile
8. Seductive eyes
9. Sexy, wet lips
10. She gonna have my babies. Little X-Facta, and Cyberthug

THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH:
Get tittys
New tittys
It's what you been waiting on
[Chorus: x2]
Slimgoody is a bitch
She might have a dick
Flat ass havin bitch
Plus she has no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
She aint got no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
[Chorus: x2]
Slimgoody is a bitch
She might have a dick
Flat ass havin bitch
Her nick name is chop shop
Her hair looks like a mop
I wouldn't be surprised if that bitch had a cock
Just another hoe in the parking lot
Her breath smells like funky socks
She has no money, so she went up north & started suckin cock
Her braces look like chains
Her braces spin like rims
Take her to the buffet cause that bitch is too thin
Gator ass bitch look like a thin Bun B
Her daughter is grownin up like a hoe like she
Hoe bitch been sucking wood since 1983
Ridin' with no tits thats how she got the name slimgoody
[Chorus: x2]
Slimgoody is a bitch
She might have a dick
Flat ass havin bitch
Plus she has no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
She aint got no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
I never slip, I never fall,
Slim has a pre paid phone and she makes pre paid calls
A real thin hoe, with buck teeth & her breast is really small
Kinda bitch I slap into the wall
Type of bitch with shit stains in her draws
You couldn't pay me to knock her off (yeah, not a all)
She has picture of straight teeth (on they wall)
That bitch is a trick, she smells like shit
Just like my dawgs
Yeah she looks like a fake Herman Munster
(Wait a minute motha fucka)
[Chorus: x2]
Slimgoody is a bitch
She might have a dick
Flat ass havin bitch
Plus she has no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
She aint got no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
She suck cock with dem braces that look like rims
She ain't sucking mine,
Cause I think "her" is a "him"
Brown nosing ass niggaz is the same ones that beat there meat
to that Mr Ed ass bitch lookin like a circus freak
Got no ass in the back
She has dick holes in dem draws
Cornroll braided pubic hairs
Barretts on her balls
so fuck dem Niggas tell em' what dey wanna do?
Hatin on a Slim 'cause her braces look like 22's
So what Slim ain't got no head lights in the front
And the ass so flat, pancake for a butt.
Imma real pimp bitch I aint playin' like a trick
I'm just sayin Slimgoody need to put some meat on dem titts!!!!!!!!
Slimgoody is a bitch
She might have a dick
Flat ass havin bitch
Plus she has no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
She aint got no Titts (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)

PZ gets paid $2.75 as a professional bird watcher. He blows cum bubbles on his fathers back and took his cousin Corneillia to his prom. He bleeds syrup and shits Trix.

His mom goes the the barber shop and gets the caesar w/ half a Tap.

His father co-wrote lyrics for Marvin Gaye until Marvin sexual healed his wife

PZ puts holy water in his coffee mug and dips bread in it while watchin Dr. Phil on surround sound and High Definition.

His sister smokes cigars through her asshole and blows the smoke in PZ face at the dinner table.

damn Character thats the best you have.son based on your comments you sound sweeter then a bucket of honey.always talking gay shit.i dont want any beef charater.god knows i dont want to look out my window and see 5 homothugs with rainbow bandanas wrapped around there waiste's throwing eggs at my house.
be gone character i wouldnt want you to miss chow time at the shelter.