Hell Of A Life
I’m Da Man
CyHi The Prynce
The Royal Flush Mixtape [Mixtape]
Kyle Rapps ft. Planet Asia
Hand Over Fist
Nottz ft. Snoop Dogg, Royce Da 5′ 9″
Never Caught Slippin’
Kudos to Fabolous on his newest endeavor; writing a book based on his worldwideweb shenanigans. More specifically, his Twitter antics, which most recently was a beef between himself & Soulja Boy. Twitter Beef used to be something to scoff at. Now, it’s apparently as commonplace & passé as smoking blunts in public, while you shop at the outdoor mall. Funny thing, “battling” went from friendly competition, to aggressive confrontation, to sending threatening text messages back & forth via magic little boxes, for the whole world to gawk at (it’s no wonder there’s no females in rap anymore). But that’s neither here nor there.
Fab has been approached to write a book based on his expert tweeting (which means that, even for a rapper, he has too much time on his hands), & that’s a good thing, because Fab is obviously good at
having time to waste & money to burn or whatever it is one has to be good at to be the apparent spokesrapper for a social network. & while I think an entire book (designed for coffee tables or otherwise) based on a rap niggas tweets about other people is a waste of firewood, books are always good looks for rappers. In my opinion. Because it’s not like words lose meaning, emphasis, or depth if there’s no 808, am I right?
I’m just saying, I’m a writer. & writer’s write. Rhythms & record scratches are merely coincidental. Then again, reading & writing is for dumb people, anyway. So, yeah.
Take Nas. He has shown me time & time again that his decision-making abilities leave something to be desired. (In a bad way.) If I know that, then I’m sure his dad & brothers & lawyer probably remind him often as well. &, if there’s one thing a nigga who makes a lot of bad decisions-as a sort of anti-instinct-can teach me, it’s how not to do the exact same thing. Really though, if NaS wrote a book based on his life, it could literally serve as a guide on things such as staying away from ankle-biting hood rats & what type of beats to stay away from (unless your goal is to not be famous). See, NaS is the closest thing to Charlie Brown that rap music has. If Fabolous can write a book about tweeting, surely NaS can serve as a proverbial “Slippery When Wet” sign, if you smell my cologne.
Also, while were swallowing jagged pills, let the record show that I, Tony Grands, think DMX is the dumbest rapper ever. As popular as he is/was, & as entertaining as his life is, he’s not smart enough to see th amount of $$$ he’d make from sobering up. So much so that, if he cleaned up for 5 years, wrote some books & did some modest speaking tours, behind his success story, he’d be a dope fiend’s MC Hammer. Books, especially ones that smell of trial & tribulation (women love that type shit), turn into TV shows, movies, anything. If he could just put the pipe down & pick a fucking pen back up, he’d be okay. Then again, perhaps I’ll take that advice myself. Never mind, X.
[Sidenote: I meant I'll take the advice as far as capitalizing off of a "success" story. Not putting down the pipe. I blaze trees, not rocks.]
Plenty of rap dudes have something worthwhile to say that transpires rap music. & not for nothing, but I’ve never heard any other authors question Richard Bachman‘s boulevard cred, even though the cat was penning novels under another name. Point is, if dudes have these vivid imaginations & wild stories to tell & positive messages to spread, et cetera, regardless of authenticity or indignation, surely rap isn’t the end all, be all of communicative expressionism. Let’s not forget that rap, like all other spectacle artforms, is for entertainment purposes only. I don’t see why you can’t spread the love, so to speak. Now if we can only get more of them to think that way, I’m sure the quality of musical output would improve, as a bonus. It surely won’t ever improve enough for niggas to stop downloading & bootlegging, but my point remains.
I caught wind of a new Fabolous leak this morning, on my search for “truth & justice,” & peeped it, out of curiosity if nothing else. It’s called ‘Body Count.’ (LISTEN HERE)
See, I was a big F-A-B-O fan at one time, but after awhile, his style was sharkbitten so much that I figured he’d fall back, & re-up on some 4.0 shit. & that was some years ago. Nowadays? No dice, whatsoever. Fast-forward a bit, & I hate to say it, but it would appear that Drake is becoming the king of Rap, like it or not. I thought it was evidence enough when Ludacris spit his now (not really) infamous “…Balloon!” verse that Drizzle is the man to emulate. Not that Luda isn’t a top tier rapper or anything, but I’m sure you smell my cologne. But, to hear Fabo go in so tough with the style that, he sounded like Drake could’ve wrote it, or vice versa, is more than enough reason for me to put aside the lightskin (Black)-on-lightskin (Black) hate & give Drake his props, word to Combat Jack.
Meanwhile, Drake said that too many dudes were surfing his swag, & that he’s done with the punchlines. As a matter of fact, I checked out a leak of his right afterwards (again, out of curiosity), called ‘On My Way.’ (LISTEN HERE)
The irony of this post is that, while cats are still high on the Drake Cakes punchline express, the dude’s not even rapping anymore. Just saying.