Current gets embedded with Guilty Simpson and Black Milk as they give the cameras a tour of the streets of Detroit, studio footage, share their thoughts on Dilla and the city’s Hip Hop scene, even shopping for vinyl with Black.

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Prescribing to Gotty’s™ “work smarter, not harder” mantra we present the revamped TWTW.  While y’all may have enjoyed our previous installments, they were taxing to say to least between coming up with a theme and compiling the links.  Sometimes it came easy, but it usually took a bit of time.  So as we head into 2k10, we’re scaling things back a bit and putting the focus back where it belongs: the week’s posts.

So without further adieu, here’s TWTW, back like it never left. Read the rest of this entry »

Yesterday, I sat down for dinner at a diner with my daughter and Pardon The Interruption was playing on the tube. Of course, one of the short topics they touched on was Tiger (how could they not?). And I think Tony Kornheiser assessed Tiger’s current media strategy of staying silent in the wake of the media shitstorm swirling around him. “Right now Tiger is bleeding from a thousand cuts.” In my mind, I thought “Very astute and beautiful metaphor. Kudos, Mr. Kornheiser. Kudos.” No publicists could stop it, there was no effective spin that could change public perception. And nothing was stopping these waitresses from coming out of the woodworks to accept their fifteen minutes of fame and meager payout. Read the rest of this entry »

This is like witnessing a crime being committed. In the role of victim, we have the Lakers’ Derek Fisher. His assailant is portrayed by young monster (and Tennessee native) Corey Brewer of the Minnesota Timberwolves. The look of terror on Fisher’s face lets you know he will need counseling as a result of the incident. Read the rest of this entry »

The MVPuppets return with the Mystery of the Missing VII, as a culprit pilfered LeBron’s sneakers. Featuring appearances by Lil Dez (yay!), Mrs. Lewis from downstairs (wow haha), a well-dressed detective and the newly introduced sheister Sneaky Pete (oh snap!).

To be continued…

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Nothing says Saturday morning (or maybe it should be late Saturday night) like a Dr. Octagon video. Joined once again by his pals No-Name & Denis Deft, we find them in a familiar setup: in a hotel room with rented lovelies. But this time we even get a brief scene switch to a fine gentlemen’s club. Read the rest of this entry »

Yo.

Lay off the Ambien. tabi’s Dope is indeed that, which is why he’s still able to pick and pull tracks to drop videos from it. “Duhh” = a headnodder.

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Spanish Nip vs. Nordic Bear. Who Ya Got? [KSK]

Tiger Woods Is Taking A Time Out [D-Listed]

Myspace/Imeem Deal Leaves Thousands of Artists Unpaid [Wired] Read the rest of this entry »

“Say ‘Ahh’ like you bout to have a checkup/Just like I say ‘Yeeahh’ every time I pick a check up…”

Doing his usual G-mix, remix while still talking street shit, Young adds his two cents to Trey’s “Say Ahh.” Read the rest of this entry »

“Family gone eat when I’m gone, I got a master plan/Leak a song every week, come home the man.”

And at the rate tracks have been leaking, it seems his people seem to have gotten the message. Produced by Big Wayne, “Gone..” was supposedly recorded just weeks before Boosie turned himself in to serve his sentence. Just like many of the other music that wasn’t on Superbad, the lyrics are very solemn and focused, detailing what Read the rest of this entry »

I was really tempted to brush off Skillz’ latest installment in his Hip-Hop Confessions series.  Way too much time has passed since the last one & that seven minutes didn’t look too appealing to sit through.  Thankfully, when I finally got around to hitting play I wasn’t disappointed. Read the rest of this entry »

Put your hands together for $pitta and Monsta Beatz with the first Sade sample since her glorious return. Being ahead of the curve is always a good look–especially when considering all the “tribute” mixtapes we will surely be bombarded with in 2K10. Read the rest of this entry »

In case you are part of the large unaware majority, Black in America 2, the sequel to the wildly successful 2008 CNN documentary of a similar name, aired this past Sunday.

No different from the first one, this consists of hours of inspiring stories and important information and insights. Also like the first one, it’s an obvious ratings pull that borders on being insulting. Black people are not magical clan to be demystified with a handbook and some documentaries. The Black in America series does not pretend to be a guide to Negrodom, but it straddles the line of filling in the racial divide and driving a widening wedge into it.

This time around, the focus is on the revolving doors of prison, the paralyzing misconceptions about education and healthcare and the hardships of maintaining long-term relationships.

Oh, and Tyler Perry.

The Video’s a good 17 minutes long, so grab some popcorn or something

I’ve been waiting on an excuse to speak on this man and here it is. Yeah, I know, easy target, cue Sunshine Anderson and let us know you’ve heard it all before. Join him in his defensive chants. “How dare we?” Who are we to criticize the man and his creations? Well, we are the viewers, listeners, readers, and people who get affected by his doing, whether or not we care to. Ergo the ire, sire.

Seriously. Why put the emphasis on the morals and messages in the films, plays and sitcoms when they all border on being minstrel shows? That’s like saying a slave auction would revitalize the economy. Besides, will the focus really be on whatever the message of the screenplay may be when the recurring themes and characters are so corrosively negative? You realize that without the foul mouthed, cross-dressing, weed-smoking, heat-packing, persistent felon of a grandmother bringing up all your characters, they would probably be normal people, right?

Why don’t we address how to get rid of the Madeas and Mr. Browns and the slew of other characters that could sneak on set in BlackFace and no one would notice? Instead of saying “How can you ignore the message of forgiveness?, riddle me this. How can you ignore the blatant promotion, embellishment and endorsement of stereotypes in your protagonists? How about how do we eliminate the shit-talking 6′ 5″ granny in drag and focus on what you claim to be the focus of your movies?

Now this is not to knock Emmit. He’s a kid from the asscrack of New Orleans whose big dreams turned him into a quasi-billionaire movie producer, director, actor, writer that owns his own full-scale studio in heart of Atlanta. Clap for him. And Precious was pretty tight so I ain’t completely mad at the kid.

But don’t make the man out to be the Black Jesus Christ meets Bill Gates. He, like the executives at CNN, realized that Black misery is an underdocumented story that just so happens to still be a tradeable commodity.

AZ’s back and he’s still as lyrically adept as he ever was. “I’m Ill” coming from the upcoming sequel, Doe or Die 2. Read the rest of this entry »

Record sales and industry accolades be damned. The blood-brotherly tandem of Gene “Malice” Thornton and Terrence “Pusha T” Thornton have maintained an admirable career on the basis of their consistency to bring lyrical prowess to the forefront in a genre which is slowly devaluing the occult. Unwilling to put even a raindrop to their creative flame, the Clipse exist in Hip-Hop as a dying breed–affirmed by their third studio album Til The Casket Drops. An album unique in its identity with all the wow factor (and drab moments) that best describe a Clipse excursion. Read the rest of this entry »