The Linguistics of…

June 29, 2009 § Leave a comment

Outkast x Khujo x Ceelo x Debra Killings


Start over again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn’t come without pain
Start over again
Everything happens for a reason

Big Boi: Ain’t it funny how you’re born and then your life begins
Just like a baby all alone, that’s if you wasn’t a twin
You must begin to fend for self when the umbilical’s cut
The doctor put you under the heating lamp, your spirit is touched
You know what, I take that back, why? You was alive
Date of conception, interception cause the sperm did collide
From T ‘n A to DNA, feelings turn to children
The morning after pill didn’t put a halt to our very existance
We livin, breathin, soon we’ll be teethin
Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason
An adolescent mind is so impressionable in those stages
But parents got to parent their kids to keep them out of cages
Cell therapists beware of this lugie that I spit
Incarceration without rehabilitation really don’t mean shit
Little Ricky’s home, he gotta serve probation for six months
But Uncle Donnel and Ol’ Dirty Bastard still in the joint

Khujo: Good does not come without pain
Meaning, before it gets better, it’s goin get worse
Like my homies on the sick side still dyin over turf
That don’t belong ot urse
I mean us, left in the dust
Try to catch up with massah
I used to wanna wrap my hands around the esophagus of them crackers
But Ephesians 6:12 said it wasn’t flesh and blood that we wrestle against
Principalities, powers of this world
Rulers of darkness and spiritual wickedness
In high places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thang, but my name ain’t Bubba
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover
And brothers that wax fat an dforget all about the struggle
Yeah, come on, come on
Guess what, guess what
Time to reset this thang

Ceelo: Listen to me
I awaken to sunlight that’s beyond bright
This day will be done right
There is a war, just waiting on the other side of the door
But I’ll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can’t live forever, so have some fun, right
Life’s a bowl of candy, you can have one, right
You can handle if tomorrow never comes, right
You’ll get used to singin if only for one night
But I intend to raise two daughters and a son right
And I couldn’t have wrote this if I was hopeless
And see I focus to provoke this
So open wide for my opinionated opus
Stop playin Go Fish, but not below this
Before I go, I thought that you all should know this
Recognize and realize before any regretting
Before you relapse, perhaps you’ll consider resetting



P.O.W.: “My Everything” by Iza Garza

June 29, 2009 § Leave a comment

V.O.W.: “Becky” by Plies

June 29, 2009 § Leave a comment

L O L!!! only a select few would understand why this is the vibe of the week… smh.



The King.

June 25, 2009 § Leave a comment

words can BARELY! express my feelings towards this loss.  YES! he is a celeb and NO! i have not met him a day in my life. BUT! he has touched the WORLD! with his music. all the music that we consider to be classics within this generation would be NOTHING! if it wasnt for this guy. Thriller is STILL! yes. still. the worlds #1 most selling album. ever…. think about that to yourself for a second. ONE album. from ONE man. is the #1 most selling album on this PLANET!….. and I love music WAYYY to much to not be sadden by this death. and its only right I pay homage…..




LRG Presents Wale x 9th Wonder: Back to The Feature {Mixtape}

June 23, 2009 § Leave a comment


 I MEAN THIS IN ALL SERIOUSNESS! IF YOU DO NOT! LIKE, LISTEN TO OR ATLEAST APPRECIATE  WALE’s MUSIC GET THE F*** OFF MY BLOG!!!!! now.(str8 face)(oh yea I DARE ANYONE! to call me a “hop on” Ive been down with this nigga since Dig Dugg and him showing up @ my H.S. Bball games lol)


even from the DMV!

this is a SERIOUS movement that WE ALL need to be apart of! this area is NEED of something epic.  and how effing dope would it be if THIS GUY! murks the music charts with some of what this area has to offer.!?!?!? this has toured in EUROPE! cmon now!!! he performs with a LIVE band, U.C.B @ THAT! and now THIS! MIXTAPE?!

mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn just download the joint AND BUY! YES BUY HIS ALBUM WHEN IT DROPS!!!!!


DOPENESS SCORE: 9.4 out of 10





“She Mrs. His Lips” x “My Text Has Messages” by DeAnna C.

June 23, 2009 § Leave a comment

yup.! 😀 ssheeeeeeesss back!

I must say before you dive into this awesome poetry brought to you by the ONE and ONLY PremierePoet Society! (lol shameless plug) but! DeAnna has to be the coolest poet we have here in the society. I love alll you guys! but besides myself and Mikey B. this woman can write!!! and I love it! bc shes constantly creating and constantly giving 110% to the paper. THATS! what its all about people. THAT! is why she is a PremierePoet….

(sidebar: recently got an email stating that I (me)  dont post poems as much as I used too. well to her and the rest of you guys my response is this: I’m Happy. lol thats why. I’ll explain later.)

NOW! back to the reason why this is probaly the #1 poetry x hiphop blog ever! 😀 lol

“She Mrs. His Lips”

by: DeAnna C.

I miss your lips
But most of all…I miss everything attached to them
I miss the way you used to fall asleep before me
Even though I couldn’t fall asleep for hours after it
I was lucky enough to see you in your most peaceful state
I miss the way you used to get up before me in the morning
And wave to me from your desk as I rolled over in the be d fighting the need to wake up
I miss the butterflies I would get in my tummy on the drive to see you
Even though I hated how long the drive was
I used to leave out ten mins early just so I could get to my car quicker
I miss leaning back a little in my cars chair durring traffic jams
Just so I could look at that picture of us I had tucked away where the side paneling met the roof
I miss not wanting to call you
Cuz I had just left your place and though you would think I was to clingie
heh..I probably was
I miss the way we used to pick apart other couples and their problems
Just so we could say “yea we could get through that”
But… I guess we couldn’t
I miss the fun we used to have
No matter what as long as there was us we could do anything and have a good time
I miss the way people used to envy us< o:p>
Not on no cocky shit
Or cuz they wanted what we had
But because that meant we meant something
I miss riding in your car
I miss sneaking into your room
I miss the fact that we never had to sneak into mine
I miss the feeling of my head laying against your chest
While I listened to your heart beat
Hoping that it would be in sync with mine
So I would know god made you just for me
I miss play fighting
I miss how you used to try and trip me all the time
I miss the way our habits would rub off on each other
Be honest before you meat me you never drank blueberry apple juice
Or ate a sausage egg n cheese on a bagle with butter and jelly
And lets be real before you I never liked the eagles
Or sante fe chick sanwiches…shit i still dont know whats comes on em
I miss the fact that we had the same friends
Now its like we have to take them in shifts….
Whos got weekend custudy of our crew this time?
I miss the way you would hold me and tell me there was nothing wrong
When my world was caving in
I miss the fact that you were the only one who could talk me out of my panic attacks
Your hand on my face
My eyes meeting yours
I miss when we were a we
And when i believed in us
I miss bein your Miss’s

I miss how my first name went so well with your last
Miss Deanna….uh..”him”
Yea thats it Miss’s “him”
But most of all I miss you
…you know..the you you were before all the bull shit

Before all the confusion
So if you see him…
My him
the guy I feel in love with
Call me
Oh…And could you tell him
His other half

His Miss’s
Has Been Missin him (misses him)

“My Text Has Messages”

She got rid of everything about you
But she still couldn’t erase you from her heart
And she heard that they say love concurs all
But it cant change whats been fucked up from the start
They say love rights things
Well here love is writing down the things that are pouring from her heart
Behind each tear drop is feelings and shes got millions
So this sea is gonna need more the moses to part
She loved you like god did
Not saying she god like but her love was unconditional
Until she realized what the conditions were
Struggling to feed you all she had
In a relationship lacking substance
She kept trying to erase you
Cuz shes done with those feelings
Those words
Those memories that are worth nothing more then those nights you were with her
But just like text messages on auto delete
Her heart keeps sayin error
Those feelings are locked
Unable to be ereased
Whatever this is that is beyond sense
Matters of the heart cant be stopped


The Linguistics of…

June 23, 2009 § Leave a comment

Kanye West x The Game x Malik Yusef

“Crack Music”

How we stop the black panthers?
Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
You hear that?
What Gil Scott was hearin
When our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin.
Crack raised the murder rate in DC and Maryland
We invested in that it’s like we got Merril-Lynched
And we been hangin from the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
So we cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it,sell it
The fiends cop it
Nowadays they cant tell if that’s that good shit
We ain’t sure man
Put the CD on your toungue yeah, thats pure man.

That’s that crack music nigga!
That real black music nigga!

That’s that crack music nigga!
That real black music nigga!

From the place where the fathers gone,
The mothers is hardly home
And the…
Gonna lock us up in a…home
How the Mexicans say we just tryin to party holmes
They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
Who gave Saddam anthrax?
George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood it’s a different type of chemical,
Arm and Hammer baking soda
Raised they own quota
Writin when our soldiers ran for the stove cuz–
Cuz dreams of being ‘Hova went from bein a brokeman ta bein a dopeman
Ta bein a president look theres hope man
This that inspiration for tha mos and tha folks man,
Shorty come and see if mama straight overdosin.
And this is the soundtrack,
This tha type of music you make when you round that–
Crack music nigga,
That real black music nigga.

That’s that crack music nigga
That real black music nigga

Our father, give us this day our daily bread …give us these days and take our daily bread,
See I done did all this ole bullshit
And to attone I throw a little somethin, somethin on the pulpit.
We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave back was crack music
And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
So our mammas aint got to be they cooks and nannies
And we gonna repo everything they ever took from grammy
Now the former slaves trade hooks for grammies
This dark diction has become America’s addiction those who ain’t even black use it.






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