FOR BEING A BUNCH OF STUPID BITCHES…

WHO CAN’T SPELL

If my saying so over and over was never enough proof that Pace Won and Mr. Green’s The Only Color That Matters is Green was one of the best discs of last year - then maybe the fact that they’ve squeezed seven convincing videos out of it will begin to convince.

Actually - the video above is just a trailer for “Who I Am” - but the point remains. For those of you who have yet to get acquainted - I put the video below for “Four Quarters.” Study up - the sequel, The Only Number That Matters is Won, drops early next year.

I’m grinning from beer to beer over here thinking: “How the fuck did nobody think to do this already?” That’s right - Reks has remade Arrested Development’s classic “Tennessee” into a cut about the first liquor that sells out every time there’s some hip-hop in the club.

As those who know Reks can attest, the dude likes to drink. This is no tall tale - one of my fondest memories of Boston hip-hop is him and Lucky Dice trashed on stage at the 2006 MIC Awards. Also - excessive props to Statik Selektah on the beat; as demonstrated on his “Express Yourself” with Consequence, Talib Kweli and Termanology, dude can spin a mighty interpolation.

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LISTEN: Reks - Hennessy

Bekay is that chip-shouldered scumbag from down the block whom your mom banned from the house after she caught him sodomizing your little sister’s Teddy Ruxpin. Still, that was just the beginning in a passionate career of crashing tape decks.

This Brooklyn bastard raps with remarkable aggression and clarity; only a “stuck-up big-nose cunt half-a-retard” like his ex-girlfriend would be incapable of managing his message. And though his personal journals ring a bit shallow from rhyme to rhyme, Bekay’s complete effort is anything but.

So far, the common criticism of Hunger Pains is that dude is stuck in the spit-and-sample golden age. Point taken, but much more important is that with his drive, delivery, and determination, Bekay could have hung with cats in that or any other era. Beyond his iron flow and his careful beat selection, the proof of his bark lies in his collaborations, which — whether with Alchemist, Inspectah Deck, Masta Ace, or Evidence — are legitimate tag-team efforts as opposed to pay-for-spray MySpace arrangements. This album won’t bring Brooklyn back — whatever the fuck that means — but it can be considered a respectable addendum to the Kings County canon that inspired Bekay’s bravado.

The only thing less common than Brother Ali–caliber MCs are profiles that don’t credit dude as “blind” and “albino” in the first graf. Despite the Minnesota-based rapper’s decade-long presence on the boom-bap atlas, the media (including me, it seems) remain overwhelmed by his unconventional background and pigmentation. That’s just the way things work in the music industry, where arrogance and subjectivity lead critics to develop Christopher Columbus–esque discovery complexes. Next thing you know, Ali will win a Best New Artist Grammy.

READ IT ALL HERE…

Came across this forgotten gem before interviewing Warren G yesterday. Classic in every way.

bill from JTTS dinner meeting @ Nello’s last friday..

Easily the hottest post-op tranny on the planet..

i’m her fan on facebook.. that’s how i got these photos.

god bless america.

Happy Monday kids.

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Souls of Mischief- LaLaLa

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Souls of Mischief- Tour Stories

Things you can count on in life:

Death, taxes, Cal Ripken, Jr. and former hip-hop friends/associates dissing each other on wax.

Sieg is too real to do this for publicity alone, methinks.

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Beanie Sigel- Average Cat

props to DJ ON&ON a/k/a the Instigator