Sing-A-Long! Song of the Week November 13, 2008

I can admit that through the year’s hip-hop and I have had a love hate relationship. Hip-Hop and I are close in age, and there has been a lot of sibling rivalry throughout the decades, but Hip-Hop has always gotten my respect for being right on time.

This song was on an album that was released the day before Valentine’s Day, ‘96. I was 15 and my boyfriend (yes, I had a boyfriend) took me to The Olive Garden, gave me roses a teddy bear and The Score. I still listen to this diss to biters everyday. And Lauryn Hill’s shout out to ign’ant nig**s still gives me goosebumps….damn!

 

Zealots

[CLEF]

Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don’t let him bury me, whoa

[CLEF]

I haunt MC’s like Mephistopheles
Bringin swords and Damocles
Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy
Abstract raps simple with a street format
Gaze into the sky and measure planets by parallax.
Check out the retrograde motion; kill the notion
of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation.
I Feel like Rockwell, “Somebody’s watching me”
I got no privacy whether on land or at sea.
And for you biting zealots, your raps are cacophonic
Hypocrite, critic, but deep inside you wish you had the pop hit.
It hurts don’t it, the refugees come to your turf and take over
the earth.

[LAURYN]:INTERLUDE

See my rhymes are the type of fly rhymes
that can only get down with my crew
And if you try to take lines or bite rhymes
we’ll show you how the refugees do.

[LAURYN]

Behold, as my odes, manifold on your rhymes
Two MC’s can’t occupy the same space at the same time.
It’s against the laws of Physics.
So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics
Rap rejects my tape deck, ejects projectile
Whether Jew or gentile
I rank top percentile,
Many styles,
More powerful than gamma rays
My grammar pays,
Like Carlos Santana plays
Black Magic Woman
So while you fuming, I’m consuming
Mango juice under Polaris,
You’re just embarrassed
Cause it’s your “Last Tango in Paris”
And even after all my logic and my theory,
I add a muthafuckker so you ignint niggas hear me.
And you remember take notes,
as I sow my rap oats
and for you biting zealots, here’s a quote.

[CLEF]:(Chorus)

Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don’t let him bury me, whoa

[CLEF]

You can try but you can’t divide the tri
These cats can’t rap, Mr. Author I feel no Vibe
The magazine says the girl should have went solo,
The guys should stop rapping, vanish like Menudo.
Took it to the heart, but every actor plays his part
As long as someone was listening, I knew it was a start,
For me to get a chance, grab my pen and revamp
Do a cameo while everybody do the dance.
Quick now, cause you runnin’ out of lucka
Playin’ Mr. Big, I’m gonna get you sucka.
While you munchin at your luncheon, I’ll be planning your
assassination
Then hit you like the Dutchmen

[PRAZ]

I compress sound sets with my rap DBX
Then drop vocals on my 456 AMPEX
Bring terror to the shop of horror,
As she cries “Mi amor”
The phantom dies in the opera
And to the youngin’s who carry gadgets
And kill 6 days a week then rest on the Sabbath.
Violence ain’t necessary, unless you provoke me
then get buried like the great Mussolini
and for you bitin’ Zealots
Your rap styles are relics
No matter who you damage
you’re still a false prophet.

[CLEF]:(Chorus)

Another MC lose his life tonight, lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
O lord, father don’t let him bury me, whoa

 

don’t be shy… November 7, 2008

40 people came by my place today…why not leave your mark? Let me know what you think of my thoughts…I’d appreciate it.

thanks!

Mos Def is Going to Jail??? November 7, 2008

My baby daddie, Dante Terrell Smith AKA Mos Def is wanted by the po-po. Supposedly, he assaulted a photographer at a convention in Las Vagas. Mr. Camera-man claims that he actually has pics of Mos putting the smackdown. He suffered from cuts on his hand…

Mos could be facing up to 15 years for charges from robbery to destruction of property…

Mr. Camera sound like a bitchass if you ask me. Cuts on your hand? C’mon…SISSY!!!

Apparently, Umi says knock you out, too!

Gotta Love Kanyeezie for this One… November 6, 2008

But heres one thing you got to hear
I’m a tell you like george bush told me
F**k ya’ll niggas I’m out of here

—Kanye West, Go Hard

 

Mz.Soulsista is the New Condoleeza October 31, 2008

With Election Day less than a week away, I am constantly thinking about the changes in this country that I would like to see. I have new-found hope because of Sen. Obama. I see a brighter day! Today, and for the next few days up to election, I am gonna let everyone know about the causes and laws that Mz.Soul thinks should be in place. I’m gonna let ‘cha know what I’m passionate about. If I was Obama’s Condoleeza, this would be my address to the hood across the nation:
 
Today, we’re going to address what I like to call the “dookie butt phenomenon”, but you probably know it as  sagging pants. Being a 80’s baby, I have seen my share of butt crack, boxers, briefs, yellowed whities, and doo-doo browns. And NO! it does not seem to matter that the undies are not clean, or don’t match. In fact, I feel that it’s more pretentious when they do match and are clean. I mean, doesn’t looking sloppy go against the whole idea behind being clean and put together?

This would replace every Billy Dee Colt 45 advertisement in every hood...

DBP started, as most of us know, in prison. Inmates aren’t allowed to have belts because they can be used to aid suicide, and (as we all know from that one episode of OZ, where the guy was getting his knob slobbed and used the belt to have a monster orgasm) accidental deaths. Also, in the 90’s M.C. Lyte said she need a ruffneck. She said, and I quote, “I need a dude with attitude, who only needs his fingers with his food. Karl Kani’s saggin’ timbos draggin’. Frontin’ in his ride with his home boys braggin’”. Lastly, and this is just my personal belief, the younger generation knows that mamma ain’t messin’ up her nails and without a belt, she can’t whoop you like she should, hence the fall of a generation…

What I like to call Homothug DBP...

I know in GA. There are laws in the making to fine these ruffnecks with DBP, if caught with their pants down, literally. But Mz.Soul would like to propose a bill that would not only fine these so called thugs (of course we would use the money to buying belts that would be passed out in schools (they would sit right next to the condoms in the nurses office), but as a finishing touch have them all sit in a room for two weeks straight watching nothing but reruns of Fonzworh Bently’s From G’s to Gents…

DBP affects all race, creeds and colors...

 
In closing, Ladies and Gentlemen, Femmes and Studs and lest not forget our Female to Male transgendereds’, Mz.Soul says, “NEWSFLASH!!! SHOWING OFF YOU’RE JAILHOUSE MENTALITY ISN’T CUTE, ESPECIALLY IF YOU AIN’T BEEN TO NOBODIES JAIL (‘CEPT MAYBE IF YOU’RE WEEZY or JIM JONES), AND BESIDES THE WHOLE RUFFNECK STYLE SHOULD HAVE GONE SOUTH WITH KARL KANI FASHIIONS!!!”

So, tell me what you think of my speech? Do you think I could be the new advisor to the president? What do you think about guys & girls with pants down low? Is this a hot or not look? Let Mz.Soul know whats up!