YE MUST BE BORN AGAIN...

i wanna put yall up on some shit. now, i know some of yall may know who i'm talkin' 'bout. for those that don't, after today you won't. today we gon' deal with some schoolin'/sharin' 'bout one of THE tightest bands of the 70s, The New Birth.

i mean we all know Earth, Wind and Fire was perhaps one of the top 3 bands of the 70s (Queen and Led Zepplin have to round that list off), and definitely THE top band as far as soul music goes, but this band right here?... just as tight as EWF if you ask me. i'm a big fan of the bass, and the baw Leroy Taylor was no joke. he had a real controlled way of playin' and you can really hear the precise fingering that he applied to his instrument. another favorite of mine in this group is Robin Russel on drums. his kick drum rolls were crazy. and he had a very profound sense of timing, whereas which drum he chose to hit actually helped the emotional mood in the song. shit, the whole rhythm section is tight as Omarion's jeans. and of course, Leslie Wilson, is the voice that sets it off. i mean, dude has a way of combining power and tenderness in the same song, sometimes the same line. and as a producer myself, how the fuck can i leave out Harvey Fuqua, the man that harnessed the talent and directed the energy. if the name sounds familiar, it's because he used to get down with The Gordy Gang up at Motown. but credentials aside (some of the original band went on to actually play with EWF, feel THAT), it's the MUSIC that makes this band the shit to me.

i had to put this song on here, because i know a lot of yall haven't heard it. it's called "Got To Get A Knutt", and it means exactly what you think it means. but check the approach. it's almost like a performance art piece. dig the arrangements and the changes in mood and climate. it changes just like the mood changes when you fuckin'. i mean a good fuck, when you laugh and growl and cuss and pound and long stroke. that's what this song is.




now i couldn't be the pimp that i am without puttin' this in the mix. "Wildflower" for me is THE greatest love song of all time. check the lyrics; even tho' this is a remake (didn't know that didya? it was originally done by a Canadian group called Skylark), still my man Leslie Wilson lettin' her story be known, she ain't had it easy and on that note she deserves respect and space and understanding. "let her cry, she's a lady..."

for me the arrangement of this song is pure genius in it's execution of emotional texture with sound. the vocal arrangement, the string arrangement, the song arrangement, the horn arrangement, all of it, perfect. it absolutely blows the original to shreds and makes the original seem like a weak attempt at performing itself. as a producer, it is my goal to make a song that contains this much emotion contained in such an elegant and seamless rendering. i really mean that.

now that i done bust my geek off, let's get to some ignant shit. this song is THE gushie getter. it's almost seven minutes long; long enuff to get them clothes off, jack. and if she hesitate, it got the perfect bit of game in the middle. don't be a dickhead and SAY what he sayin'... LIP SINK the words. it'll put her into a mode of fantasy. but YOU gotta look like you mean it tho'. and i know you do. at least 'til you get the gushie. and don't put this in your mix first. put it in the middle. cause if you already hittin' and THIS COME ON? you better fuck her big dick style. and for those who don't know, when your dick is big, you tend to dig deep, not rabbit fuck all the time. but ladies, yall wanna feel something in that moment right? not just the physical. even if he is the one hit and quit, he might be the second round get down if he good enough, right? that's all about how he make you FEEL. ain't that right ladies? and now, let me turn down the lights, touch you like i knew your thoughts, hold you tight like republican spending and be your bridge over troubled waters...

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FOR THE TRUE HEADS

i don't give a FUCK... RADIOHEAD is the shit! if you don't know what the deal is, get hip quick. because if you ask me, this is THE MOST IMPORTANT BAND IN THE WORLD TODAY. not the largest. that's Bono and the boys from U2. and not to minimize the altruistic work of Bono, or the music ("The Joshua Tree" is fly 'cause "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" and "All That You Can't Leave Behind" just for "Beautiful Day" alone), but actually pushing the boundaries of music forward, in composition, in arrangement, in technology, in business, in the lead, is Radiohead.

these dudes make the type of music that catches you off guard, but it's not like they tryin' to confuse you. it's the type of off guard that's like "oh shit. i didn't expect that." it's the type that becomes something you remember for years to come, because years from now is when the next thing that comes along that catches you off guard like that again. they have what's called an original approach. see, i like to think of them as the "Bitches Brew" of rock, if that category does them justice, because they really do transcend categories and boundaries. and if you don't think so, all this is coming from a dude from North Philly, which is known in these parts as The Badlands, where million dollar crack corners once existed. now for them to come from England and still have that effect on me and others like me, how cool is that?

but that's what it's about to me. to be courageous enough to express YOURSELF and not the people around you is what being a great artist is all about. that's why hip hop is losin'. aybody aybody but theyself. but why play the game if it's not to have impact? what type of player are you, the type that's drafted to fill up the roster, or the type that's drafted to fill up the arena?

This joint is called "Weird Fishes/Arpeggi" it's my favorite joint off of they new joint "In Rainbows". now, i ain't gonna tell you to go cop it. i'd rather you buy beats from me. but if you lookin' for an experience, holla at them boys on ITunes...

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PIMPIN' INTERVENTION

hey mayn, no matter how you look at it there is always gonna be a pimp somewhere tryin' to get it. that's the job description. pimps get paid. tricks get laid. so if your motivation is ejaculation, then spit the term "pimp" out of your vocabulary. i'd rather it be on the floor than where it was before, knahm tawin' 'bout?

pimps have always been the center focal point on what is cool. most squares wish they could, but they cain't. that jones to jump her bones will leave you out of that society aytime. so there is this rampant misuse of the term for those who wish that the "gift" would befall them. i call it the "gift" 'cause you gotta be chose into that world, mayn. you have to be given access. and i don't care who he is, ay pimp playin' was put into that game by a woman. a pimp can you give you the understanding of the game, but only she can put you in it. she has to see what you're worth it and pay you for it, whatever she percieves that worth to be. what's cooler than that?

now don't get me wrong, i ain't mad at them boys for fanatsizin'. just don't confuse the bitches. 'cause your slang is gonna ruin somebody else's thang... 'cause you playin' and he serious. that's why it's important for all of us to know where we stand in the game. because if you know where you stand, i hope you can recognize when you just might be standin' in somebody's way. and move.

that's why i love this video right here. it's like i always say, capitalism is just like the pimp game; either you send somebody to work, or you get sent to work. that's it. so don't role play... play your role...




ande of course i had to show you what the real thing look like... D.C.'s finest, Pimpin' Ju Ju...

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THE GUSHIE

i don't care what nobody say, these girls got a right to eat. if dudes can make a livin' off of shootin' a baketball, they should be able to make a living shooting some pictures. he blessed physically, SHE blessed physically. i don't see no priviledge in man over woman in that regard. me, i'm all for any way that poor people can come up. the economics of it should put that shit to rest for those of us from the same neighborhoods these girls come from. she came up. good for her.

besides, now she can afford to take ME out! treat me good for once! and i don't know what's so degrading about being a model in a music video. PLEASE. if rappers show what the male from the hood looks like, why can't she show what the woman from the hood looks like? maybe they get in an uproar when they see that so much beauty is stuck down here in this ugly. maybe they'd like to see it stay that way. but as long as we here, we gon' continue to rep for ourselves. all of us.

and since an education is so costly, why demean her vehicle for upward mobility? it is her gift. her beauty comes from her parents. she didn't ask for it. or is that too much for her to have, good looks and good money? now i ain't talkin' 'bout Superhead, y'dig, cause you treat a ho accordingly, no matter how she stack it. but to quote Ice Cube, hoes gotta eat too. but i'm talkin' bout them chicks who do this for a profession. and look how this shit sprout up in the last couple of years... a whole niche in the industry centered around the beauty of black and brown women (that means you Asian chicks too. yall one of us...), that once described the body type as undesirable and overweight. the jawn Lyris, the first video supermodel (the chick with the FAT ass in the gold dress in the "12 a.m. we on our way to the club" video) was actually considered a PLUS size model at a size 8!!! now look at 'em. they erwhere mayn... glowin...

ay, when it comes to the gushie, i got special qualifications. check the music when it hit the blog for that story. in the meantime, this the gushie...









the Flavor of Love jawn, "Miami". she is real special. she should've never left the spot. but hey it's Flav... he's wild, not fly... she is so hot. butchu know what the fly shit is? she was walkin' around Miami a few ago, goin' to the supermarket, washin' her pannies at the laundrymat, eatin' MackDonalds and shit. see why it pays to never be scared to holla at 'em? now she got fly niggas like me lookin' at her and now you don't have a chance. this that hood to all good gushie...




























see this is why i have to disagree with Malcolm on the white women issue. she look like she rode into town with a pimp, a monkey and the entire white race on her back! look at the legs! this a thorobred, jack! she is an absolute stunner. i don't know if white mothers started feedin' their babies Similac, or if this is Darwin at work. I'm not that old, and i can remember back to when the white girls was just not built like this. now you take the general disposition of white women, ('cause they will support the shit outta you, i mean give you money AND suck your dick), and a body like this, and that spells i just may have other plans, sister... it'll give black women somethin' else to argue and annoy me about, making my choice to taste this coconut that much easier. and i definitely wanna bite. this that "the grass is greener" gushie...




straight Trini beauty! i used to love a Trini girl to death! for hours! my father is from Guyana, so i have a special thing for Carribean girls. i guess it's that mix of African, Indian, American Indian, Chinese, Portuguese, Spanish, English, Dutch and French that make whatever pops out, pop out. i mean, look at her! de gyal she a star, bahs! this whatchu call curry gushie...







i know, i know, aybody sweatin' Angel. but c'mon these pictures is crazy. she real sexy in this one, champ. and, yeah me and the fellas are still wonderin' if the ass is real or not, but one thing is for sure... all of us wanna chance to see for ourselves. this that well known gushie...

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THE KING OF WHAT? THE KING OF STYYYLE...

this is just a partial history of mine. graffiti played a major role in my development because it's how i first got known in the streets. that's where the hustler was born, on the walls of North Philly as the writer DENSKE, or DEN for short.

i should note that it's where grafitti itself started, in 1967. the first to ever write on walls for fame, Cornbread, a world famous graffiti artist from North Philly was famously known for writing his name on the Jackson 5 tour plane in 1970. he was so popular that the movie "Cornbread, Earl and Me" was originally intended to be a story about him, his partner Cool Earl, starring a very young Larry Fishbourne. a full year later, in 1971, Taki 183 recieved his write up in The Villiage Voice that announced graffiti officially to New York, even tho' there were others before him like Junior 161 and Lee 163d. the legendary DJ Kool Herc started his outdoor parties at Sedgewick and Cedar in 1976, and the term "break boys" or "b-boys" came from him. his "master of ceremonies" or MC, Coke LaRock is where the rappers started and then it was The Furious 5 and The Cold Crush Brothers that molded it into the artform that it is today. the rappers actually came last. but the graffiti came first.

i went on to sell a few paintings in a few galleries in New York and Philly. i'll post some here on this site soon. i have also been featured in 67 magazines, newspaper articles in The Philadelphia Inquirer and The City Paper, and in numerous documentaries, including "On The Go", which was shot by Espo, the artist responsible for the Brooklyn Museum controversy, and "Infamy" a QD3 production, who is Quincy Jones's son.

Tupac style... i get around...

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