For better or worse, the gangster in gangsta rap has run rampant for decades. Regardless of whether or not said pistol-packing made-men are legitimate or faker than Latoya Jackson’s entire body, this semi-automatic sub-genre has upped the machismo of hip-hop ten-fold. Creating motion-picture-esque motives and characters along the way, this transition over the years Read the rest of this entry »

“N*ggas that I used to hoop with is doin’ triple life…”

I know what you’re thinking. Where is the album? Between now and 11:59 p.m. on the night of December 31, my hopes and prayers are that the single and LP Jermaine has been searching for will have presented itself thus catapulting him into another stratosphere of celebrity. Maybe it’s already completed and the powers that be have yet to deem it ready for release or maybe Cole is still on the hunt. Read the rest of this entry »