This post is officially the last one for Womenâ€™s Herstory Month, and I think the subject of todayâ€™s blog is perfect for what Iâ€™m trying to get at today. Weâ€™ve discussed the many cuts from femcees that were dope and disputed over the ones who we thought were not. We even witnessed two of our favorite femcees get back in the Hip-Hop game (well, at least one of â€˜em) by way of their reality show.
And thatâ€™s great. I know Iâ€™ve posed this question before, but Iâ€™m gonna pose it again:
In this era, where our favorites female mic controllers have traded in their assymetrical haircuts and Africa medallions for bigger endeavors (specifically, MC Lyteâ€™s fronting an alternative hip-hop band named Almost September; Roxanne Shante Dr. Roxanne Shante obtained her medical degree from Cornell and opened up her own psych practice; and Queen Latifah made a successful foray into the television and film industries, as well as debuted an awesome jazz album) who are we listening to TODAY thatâ€™s holding it down for the ladies? And I donâ€™t mean by just simply being a female rapper; I mean being a lyricist that other women like to listen to.
There are a few of them out there, blazing various mics and lighting up many stages across the country.
One of them, Iâ€™ve recently had the distinct pleasure of meeting and watching her perform live. Her name is Kween Ka$h, and believe me, sheâ€™s coming for that crown. Born and raised in Brownsville section of Brooklyn, N.Y., the â€œYankee-born Triniâ€ is a hot commodity on the underground rap circuit. Not only has she opened up for the Blastmaster KRS-One and performed with Eve, she took home the 4th Annual Underground Music Award for Best Female Rapper in 2006. But, like I always say: donâ€™t take my word for it.
Just to give yâ€™all a lilâ€™ taste, peep footage of Kween Ka$h doing her thing at last year's Rap-A-Thon held at the Harlem Hip-Hop Culture Center, a competition where several emcees were chosen to rap in teams non-stop for 24 hours without using derogatory language. Ka$hâ€™s team was actually the first to kick off the event.
So it's the last Thursday of Women's Herstory Month... damn, this month went fast. To wrap up the Femcee Throwback Thursdays, I thought I'd choose a clip from a female who got some mainstream buzz (albeit not as much as her contemporaries), but when talking about classic femcee joints, I'm pretty sure this joint rings a bell to many.
This video first premiered during the days when I heavily indulged in The Negro Channel. I didn't know much about Nonchalant when it came out, but I was transfixed by this video and her raw, intense lyrics, warning young Black brothers of the dangers of hugging the block. Plus, you couldn't help shouting that response chorus, "OUTSIDE ON THE CORNER!"
For me, it was like TLC's "Waterfalls"-- MINUS the sugar coating, but extra on the smooth, yet gritty flow.
As you read this, Iâ€™m in bed, recovering from the wicked time I had at Tha Gecko Brothasâ€™ album release party last night. Even though Iâ€™m cool with the brothas Priest Forever and John O., their music is straight fire, B. Theyâ€™re two Harlem cats that still rep for hip-hop as an art form and a culture. And if you donâ€™t believe me, check out their myspace at http://myspace.com/thegeckobrothas.
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Aight so Iâ€™ve been purposely ignoring the 50/Fat Joe beef because... itâ€™s a waste of time to devote energy to, plain and simple. I could be watching the Obama â€œA Perfect Unionâ€ speech, or, at the very least, watch Mario shake his thang on Dancing With The Starsâ€" anything then witness Fiddy try to destroy the career form of action one uses to exchange their time for money, such as Fat Joe.
But has all of that stupidity made him lazy? â€˜Cuz this new G-Unit video is extremely low budget for them as a whole and for Fif as an a representative of him. Why?
Because G-Unit has chosen now not to give props to the side chick, nor the jump off, nor the babymama who they canâ€™t stand but can always get it from. Certainly not the little mami who only serves to roll up the blunts, and suck off the whole squad; and not the chick that carries the work and hides the sh*t from the Feds.â€
And that crazy stripper that can put her foot in her mouth? This ainâ€™t about her either.
This is about the bottom bitches chicks! Sheâ€™s the Renaissance woman, because she embodies ALL of the above qualities!! YES!!
And to think, at first I thought theyâ€™d remade that love song Ice-T made for Coco.
But this joint is weak, man. The beatâ€™s aight, but the rhymes are nothing out of the ordinary..Also, listen to that chorus, canâ€™t you imagine him singing, â€œN*gga, youâ€™s a window shopppaaaa....â€?
LOL @ Fif saying â€œitâ€™s like the beginning!â€... you damn right, â€˜cuz yâ€™all n*ggas look like yâ€™all donâ€™t know what the f*ck yâ€™all are doing in this one!
And what the f*ck is up with that â€œplease listen to my demoâ€ sh*t?>
Youâ€™d expect more from someone that made the Forbes list, right? ::shaking my head::
After a two-week hiatus, I thought it would be appropriate to blog the Finale of The Salt Nâ€™ Pepa show to cap off the last week in Womenâ€™s Herstory Month. In fact, when I checked out the time length of the episode (1 hour) I knew that this was going to be a finale, and that made me a bit sad. Though I needed a break from this show after the songwriting episode (Iâ€™ll even admit itâ€" it had hit a dry period), I was anxious to return to my girls. Iâ€™m glad I caught this one, it was actually a good one that wound up proving that, in the end, no matter how far they grow, Salt is always going to be Salt and Pep is always going to be Pep. But theyâ€™re learning to co-exist. Slowly.
Enough of my rambling. If you didnâ€™t catch it, here is the premise for this episode:
Thaaaat's right, y'all! While y'all were sitting at home, comfortably watching the finale on your comfortable couches, I stood backstage at the in-studio taping at MTV. So YES, I got to see Day26, Danity Kane AND Donnie (not to mention Diddy) do their thing in person. I got to see some other interesting folks, too (Ankh-Ra was there, but no Mike Biv, sorry-- but I heard HE JUST HAD A BABY) and got some interesting sound clips. (Actually, they're all video clips, but some I had to change into sound because of a faulty camera and the horrible lighting in the hallway at MTV that they had the press lined up at... as opposed to last finale when the lighting was excellent.)
Before I get into anything, let me just tell you something about these six guys, something that was also witnessed on the pre-filmed part of the finale. These guys know how to work it. They go extra hard with the charm, and make you feel like you're the only one in their field of view. When they're talking to you, they're talking to YOU. That sh*t Donnie pulled on that Philadelphia DJ? That wasn't for the camera. That boy just don't know! Like Diddy said, "he gonna have some more black friends." Forget that. I can see Donnie SWIMMING thru the chocolate cooch. NO WONDER Aubs be throwin' it so hard!
One last thing before I go to the next page... you wanna know where Donnie gets his charm? He gets it from his Daddy! Mr. Klang was chilling backstage actually trying to sing "I Want You (Exclusive)". It was cute, in a dorky kind of way.
"I'm not a star. The stuff I been through in my life, I can't be a star. I'm a survivor." -- K.Cole
Last fall, millions of us gathered around our television sets faithfully on Tuesday nights at 10:30, finding ourselves drawn to BET. Since I've come of age, it was one of the rare times I even bothered to flick on the channel. Why?
The answer was simple: we were all caught up in the rapture of the ghetto rags-to-riches story of R&B chanteuse Keyshia Cole, and the affairs of her drug addict mother, Frankie, and her sister, Neffe. Season 2 of The Way It Is shown us the aftermath of Frankie's release from jail, and exactly what happened when Cole decided to move her family into her new Georgia digs. We all shunned Frankie for her seemingly ungratefulness, and the women on the board sympathized with Neffe as she had to make the decision of terminating her pregnancy toward the end of the season. And we all had an opinion over that explosive season finale.
So, it's no wonder that we tuned into follow-up special, although it was a few months too late.
IT'S A BACKPACK RAPPER WEDNESDAY CELEBRATION, BITCHES!!
We've been spinning this joint for a minute on Equilibrium Radio (which airs TODAY from 4-6pm, stream it here at www.whcr.org if you don't live in Harlem), so when I saw that Buckshot finally released a video for it, I had to check it out.
I've been down with Buckshot since that "Two Turntables and a Mic" joint way back when, so I had to show him some love on Talkin' Videos.
The video's cool, nothing spectacular, just meant as a vehicle for the track... but Charlie Murphy smackin' n*ggas up? Sheeeeiiit.... that's what every music video is missing these days, lol.
Check the vid to see how it breaks it down:
"My name is Charlie! Shoulda 'ducked down', b*tch!"
THE SCHEDULED MAKING THE BAND 4 RECAP IS BEING INTERRUPPTED FOR SOME VERY SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENTS!!!
We have just learned that not only Robert (as was previously revealed) have a past in the music biz [read: Biv 10 Pee-Wee AllStars] but our favorite Danity Kane chick, Dawn, as well as Country Dumb Willie do, too!!
While the info I have on Dawn isnâ€™t that juicy (she completed an album in 2005 titled Been A Awhile that didnâ€™t release/chart), I had to dig this up on Willie, â€˜cuz only a bitchass nigga could sing such a bitchass song.
Willie Taylor was a former member of the Chicago-based group Kwiet Storm. With Kwiet Storm Willie toured with many artists.Their music video, "Leave Me Alone", appeared on BET's Midnight Love, Cita's World, Hits from the Street, and as a New Joint of the Day on 106 & Park. After 10 years with the group he decided to start a solo career.
Hereâ€™s the video, folks!!
â€œTo all my independent women, keep paying my bills?â€ HEEEELLL TO TH MUTHAF*CKIN NAW!!!!!! This song sucks ass!!!!!!!! NO WONDER THESE N*GGAS BROKE UP!
Taylor worked with Avant, co-writing two songs on Director: "So Many Ways" and "With You".
Other artists Taylor has worked with include Ginuwine, Jagged Edge, and Joe.
Uhhh... I thought the point of Making The Band was to find people who didnâ€™t have a headstart in the music biz? Oh well...
We now continue with your regularly scheduled bitchassness programming.
Bad Boy, baby!
Wassup, yâ€™all! Yup-- it's another Monday Morning Mayhem going down!
First of all, let me say Happy St. Patty's Day to all my drunkards! I I "Henny-N-Coked" it (Coca-Cola, not the Lindsay Lohan Special) over the weekend, 'cuz I gotta be straight for the work week. But drink a Stout for me tonight!
Sigh... After ten weeks (DAMN!) Mondays mornings without The Wire to talk about still seem a bit unreal to me, but still, we must perservere together.
Let me start off by talking about a disturbing fact that was revealed to me on Friday that was also discussed on the News portion of SOHH. Apparently, VH1 is doing a reality show entitled â€œMiss Rap Supremeâ€, hosted by Yo-Yo (yeaaaaah!) and MC Serch. The premise: 10 girls (a few of them melanin-challenged, admittedly) will compete in a series of tasks that will challenge their strength as rappers (donâ€™t know if I wanna associate the word â€œfemceeâ€ with this show as of yet, except when talking about Yo-Yo.)
When I received the press release in my mailbox, I thought, â€œokay, Iâ€™ll at least check out the first epiosde when it premieres April 14th.â€ Mostly, I want to see whether or not this show would turn out to be another Celebrity Rap Superstar-- mostly a joke with only two females worth watching.
Heh. What I found MOST AMUSING?
When I read said e-mail more carefully, I noticed that there was a picture of the contestants attached. And sure enough, I was in for a helluva surprise. And I knew it was her. I could spot those unwaxed eyebrows anywhere.
If youâ€™re still in the dark... one of women competing for â€œMiss Rap Supremeâ€ will be none other than...
Wow. Common said it best: â€œitâ€™s hard out here for these pimps, but extra hard for these hoes.â€
Now I know Iâ€™m not supposed to call out a chick, especially in March, but come on... I always found this video HEE-F*CKIN-LARIOUS because the dude doing her toes looked like he didnâ€™t even want to touch her, like heâ€™d somehow contract syphilis through the toe nail polish.
But seriously.... was Babs from the first Making The Band too busy that yâ€™all couldnâ€™t get her? I checked out her Myspace, she ainâ€™t doinâ€™ sh*t worth mentioning!
Damn, reality TV makes my job WAAAAY too easy sometimes...
Thoughts/comments about Khia being on the show? Will you check it out just to see if she goes on ANOTHER rant about Janet Jackson?!
This is what the f*ck I get for not being able to catch Salt N' Pepa this week.
Usually, I like to leave y'all on a high note for the weekend, and yeah, that's definitely what these videos make you feel like.... high.
This first one is from another ig'nant @$$ snapper-n-trapper with a record deal, co-signed by Lil' Jon.
Truth be told, I was waiting to see who'd be the dumb f*ck to step up to the plate and make a song about this. It's pretty much self-explanatory. Check it:
Man... I can't even... sheeeiiiit.... I'M MAD ONE OF THOSE BABIES HAD A BARACK OBAMA FACE!
Staight up, this n*gga, just beat the okey-doke on a technicality (the baby showed early signs of intelligence & common decency, which apparently, that didn't mix with Shawty Put's DNA)
It's funny how he tries to call out all the ooo-gly entertainers (Akon, Lil' Scrappy, T-Pain, Gucci Mane, etc.), yet, we all know what the pink dreadlocked elephant in the room is. And if ya don't know, then maybe you need to think a lil' harder...... yyyeeeeee-yeeaaaaah! Oooookkaaaaaaaay!
Here's a question: Did someone from this camp cut Maury Povich a check?!
Shame, shame, shame on me.
We're already 13 days into March and I have yet to acknowledge that it's WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH!
So it's definitely time to rep for the ladies. If you're a regular reader of this blog, then you know that immersing myself in quality hip-hop from the ladies is my passion, and I am constantly disturbed with the current state of hip-hop as it relates to females, artists or not. That being said, I'm gonna try and do a Femcee Throwback for every Thursday of this month. (If you have ANY requests, please e-mail me at Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com)
Aight, so let's get started with the first one. I remember when this video first premeried at the end of an episode of Living Single, and though I was a fan of the Queen before, this really did it for me.
You know what? I'm glad I took a day off of this show so that I could fully process what went on last night. (Well, that's not why I did it, but hear me out). That will prevent me from steping through the bullsh*t and getting down to business-- trying to figure out what the f*ck is wrong with these n*ggas.
But let me start off with the beginning, 'cuz I thought it was pretty interesting.
Man, f*ck Ritalin. The untapped remedy to an Attention Deficit condition is champagne, because as soon as Diddy gets some in his system, he doesn't act like he has something itching in his pants and can actually calm the f*ck down.
Excuse me-- SHAM-PAG-NEES. What the f*ck? Damn, you can take the n*gga out the ghetto....
So yeah, Diddy rented a yacht and decided to take his protegees out frolicking for the day.
Problem is, Day26 start acting really ignorant about water. I'll let Country Dumb tell it:
Willie: Black folk don't need to be in water. We need to stay on land.
I don't know what was more hilarious: that comment, Big Mike squealing about leaping into the water, Dawn's dead on Porky-Pig/Beat-Box esque impression of him, or....
the fact that the kids got Diddy to talk about the women he loved from the past, present and future, not including Fonzworth Bentley.
Sheeeeeiiiiiit, they shoulda got him DRUNKER and got him to talk about Laurie-Ann, AND MAYBE IT WOULDA WENT LIKE THIS:
"Yeah, I choked the bitch. She was f*cking with my shine, acting like I wasn't hot. I'm hot every year, g-ddamn it and her single ain't even chart! I drink sham-pag-nee just so I can p*ss it! Bad Boy, baby!"
"Enough of that sentimental sh*t." The hoes only get 1 DAY of vaycay. Daddy still needs those hits.
Had to pre-eempt the Making The Band 4 recap due to unforeseen circumstances. But, in its place, I bring you an equal amount of f*ckery (excluding The Roots vid......
and no, I don't have footage of ya boy Elliot Spitzer bagging up whores... sorry.)
Normally, I would never check for this group-- especially when one of the group members are named "Tity Boi". But, being that that Lil' Wayne hook on "Duffle Bag Boy" is partly to blame for my near-arrest for public drunkenness on my birthday in January, I said, "hey, let's see what else these guys can pull out of their @$$es."
WHAT.THE F*CK. IS THIS?! Making videos aimed at label execs 'cuz you gotta convince the bossman that you ain't a fluke?!
Obviously, someone's providing blow for flows, 'cuz those rhymes are on some straight Weezy F. Baby sh*t.
"I hang around like the letter D"?!
"If I wanna battle someone, I look in the mirror and go at myself"?
Come on, now.
Dollar Boy's (I was thisclose to calling him "the other one") verse was aight, but Tity... man... go and step ya rhymes up, lil' duffle bag boy!
Video sucked @$$. I don't need to see someone flipping through a stack of bills to feel how "real" you are. NEXT!
Before I even get into it, I gotta give Hersheal Jones (check last Friday's blog) credit. Hersheal Jones must be David Simon's ghetto nom de plume... because how ELSE would you've known the exact play-by-play of last night's episode? I thought they were keeping that sh*t airtight.
So yeah, being that my man spilled the beans, there's no need for me to go into an in depth recap, because sh*t, I was watching it to see if he left anything out! (That Avon omission looked a lil' funny to me too when he posted it, but yup, they kept him out of the SF).
This is basically how it wraps up: (I know it's a lil' dark, bear with me)
So... what was your honest opinion about the finale?
First of all (excluding the "wake")... did Jimmy NOT take a drink AT ALL in this episode?!
Once again, my peeps at Street Knowledge Media have blessed me with some quality footage that youâ€™re gonna wanna check out. They also invaded the Rip The Runway red carpet and got some interesting footage that I think yâ€™all may want to check out.
First up... ever heard of the videographer Choke No Joke? Apparently, the brothaâ€™s all ready to air Dame Dash outâ€" early! The beef? Well, he did some work for Dame Dashâ€™s reality show International Grizzy (umm... yeahh.... who watches this?!) and didnâ€™t get any shine for it. Or, in his words:
â€œF*ck the check! Iâ€™m talking about getting credit!â€
The chopped/screwed â€œyou know what footage I gotâ€ is priceless. I donâ€™t know â€˜bout yâ€™all, but Iâ€™m curious now. Any speculations?
Shout out to SK for giving credit to Majesty, their cameraman! HA HA HA!
YAY! I know alof of you thought this day would never come, but it did.
Salt N' Pepa went in on a song together! WHAAAAAT?! Yeaaahhhh boy!
I'm not the only one amped:
I'd just like to thank that student at Queensborough College that posed that question of the duo while they were giving a talk at the school. Had it not been for her, we might not have gotten this episode!
But, it doesn't go off as seamlessly as we'd like. Not by a longshot.
Yes, this video well-deserves to be blogged under the title "Midweek Madness".
When I first heard this song, I thought it was some weird, subliminial message Gnarls Barkley was sending out to any delusion child that STILL wishes to visit the Neverland Ranch.. so I thought that the video treatment would naturally feature a bunch of lil' kids running away from some ghastly figure holding a baby-sized figure covered in a blankie.
How foolish of me.
Just something really quick to get your morning started. I love this track-- when I'm listening to it, I feel like I'm on Mars, dancing in a Martian discotecque... after doing quualudes with Lindsay Lohan in the unisex bathroom, ha ha ha. In addition, I'm feeling the whole "Soul Train in Outer Space" vibe going on with this one... but Justin Timberlake as the white, hip-hop wannabe Don Cornelius? Uhhh....
Kinda reminds me of when Ryan Phillippe did the opening for Andre3000's "Hey Ya".
Just one of the MANY cozy moments for two Dawn and Que shared last night. And Dawn snorts when she laughs-- how adorable is that!
Let me just bring up some important things I noticed in this episode:
Where were D. Woods and "Den Mama"? (Like we care, anyway..) Aubrey actually DIDN'T steal a scene in this episode! (but she did try to throw the cooch to Donnie on the sly, ha ha)Country Dumb didn't say anything to discredit his elementary school education! Brian didn't cry over any spilled milk!
and Robert kept the bitchassness to a minimum!
After knowing that.. how can you doubt that this WASN'T one of the best eps so far?
I *SWEAR* I watched this scene, like, four times, just trying to believe that THIS was gonna be the last time I'd hear that gruffy drawl on the series. But, alas...
I will touch base on this scene in detail on the next page, but first, we gotta get into WHY this happened in the first place.
And briefly, in a nutshell... the sh*t went down. Freamon's hard work finally paid off, and Sydnor and the rest of the crew catch the Stansfield Organization dirrrrrrrrrrty. Altogether, those n*ggas had enough dope worth an estimated $16 Million worth of dope. Daaaaaaaaaaaamn.
Did y'all see the look on Bunk's face when he finally got Chris Partlow? I thought the man was gonna nut in his drawers or something...