I saw Borat last night.
The over the top humor was different.
The fact that he opened it up with jokes about his sister being the town ho’ made me think,” I’m progressive, but I may end up walking outta this one.”
- He goes into the deep south and exposes Classic Americana Racism. In fact he did such a good job of it that he is being sued for misprepresenting himself to the folks that he interviewed for the mockumentary.
- The comedic timing of the jokes was on point.
- I don’t know how to feel about the Jewish Jokes in the begining. Apparently he has been given a pass in Big Media, because he, Sasha Cohen, is Jewish. So implicity he is allowed to make fun of Jewish folks.
- I guess that’s like black people and the word n*gga. If you are OF it, then you can use it. At least that is one theory.
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We Fligh High by Jim Jones sounds is like a Harlem Zombie song. It is so hypnotic. I hear it in my head when I doing the most average sh*t
I became obsessed w/ finding out the name of the song sampled at the begining.
I found it and that ish is hot.
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Beat Street Records is ’bout to close.
Peep this vid on YouTube.
That whole Fulton Mall area bout to be a Spring Street. Please believe.
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Houston Gunshop owner tells fools to get gats and buck at “The Katrinians”. I.Have.Nothing.Else.To.Say.About.That.
GIBSON: Jim, look at this. We’ve got some facts and figures about Katrina evacuees. They are suspects or victims in over 20 percent of Houston crimes this year. The number of people applying for gun permits has risen 25 percent and of the 250,000 evacuees who came to Houston, about 120,000 remain. Jim, is there something specific about the Katrina evacuees that makes you so worried or is it just crime in general and they are getting stuck with the blame?
PRUETT: It’s another rock in the pond, John. What’s happening is we had a criminal problem before there were other people preying on us and now this is just even more and so it’s not specifically about the evacuees. I think about 15 percent of our population here in Houston is made up of law-abiding citizens who came here with their kids, their families, who wanted to rebuild their life. They settled in Houston, Texas, and they remain here. They are Houstonians now. It’s a beautiful thing because it’s a wonderful city and we welcome them. However, whenever they get on TV and they are quoted as saying when the FEMA money runs out, then we’re going to turn to crime, then this is something we got to pay attention to. And the best way to do it is to be armed.
GIBSON: Jim, what kind of gun do you carry?
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Jay Z the Brand.
This article affirms the fact that ‘ol boy is ’bout to give the winter some.
Carter is a curious figure. A former drug dealer from New York, he has a mercurial talent for rhymes (which he never writes down, but carries in his head) – even being described as “America’s urban Shakespeare”.
Some of his best linguistic play refers back to events in his own life, with his signature languid delivery making even the most complicated rhymes seem easy. In “Kingdom Come”, the title track from the new album, he makes a neat, knowing nod to his return to rap after life in the Def Jam boardroom, likening the switch to Superman’s telephone-box transformation – “I take off the blazer, loosen up the tie, step inside the booth, Superman is alive.”
As a wordsmith, Jay-Z elicits such high regard that in a Rolling Stone profile published last year, even British novelist Zadie Smith got in on the act, praising his ability to produce “‘ecstatic’ hip-hop, the kind of urban-lifestyle fantasies that are so joyful they feel like gospel”. She went on: “But the greater part of him, for me, is his strong streak of Tupac-like truth- telling” – referring to rap’s most famous fallen hero, Tupac Shakur – “[with] raps that aren’t about the dream life of urban African- Americans but concern their real, lived experiences.”
Zadie got in on the act. Um. I would like to witness a Zadie/J conversation.
“Was that Chris Martin’s track, the last one?” someone finally asks. The song, “Beach Chair,” begins with a beautiful string harmony, which is crashed by a big bassline before Jay-Z starts rapping. It also features a vocal hook from Martin. It’s a sure- fire hit (and, considering the Coldplay singer’s regular line in ballads, something of a surprise).
Carter is determined the album should offer more than feel-good party tracks, however. “I think politics are what is missing from hip-hop at the moment,” he says. Indeed, the searingly political track “Minority Report” goes someway to addressing this imbalance, with Jay’s voice cracking as he rails against President Bush’s inaction in Katrina-struck New Orleans. Over a sonic background of rain, intercut with news reports, Jay raps about women and children on rooftops, and Bush’s much-derided fly-past in Airforce One. The media also come under scrutiny, as Bush’s attitude is juxtaposed with press attempts to get a better shot of the misery.
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We fly out, we stay out, we baallllliiiin. Bawwwwwwlin. Speaking of Jim Jones. Yall know there is a Jim Jones documentary out.
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I had a classic moment on Friday,
We were in the Loisada trynna take it back to the Old School and go to Nuyoricans. But the line was down the block like it was a club and you KNOW Nuyoricans is as big as a Starbucks bathroom. So we jetted to Benny’s Burittos. My homie from Cali arrived late and went to stand on line for the restroom when who but QTip walks in.
She’s throwin the girls at him, making small talk. I can’t hear them from where Im sitting but Im cheesin and Im making all kinda kissy noises and faces, b/c he can’t see me but she can.
He ordered his food and bounced.
Only in NYC dude.
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