Shots-Welcome To The Suburbs

So I'm at a show this weekend, I see my man Shots, he gives me this mixtape, and says I should review it on here. I take it back to the Waltcave, throw it in the stereo, and listen to it. Suffice to say, it was pretty badass. It's 4 tracks deep, and as far as I can tell the theme is using moving to the suburbs as a metaphor for being successful in life. Also, the idea behind the beats seems to be using samples from well known records, whilst making new beats. Lyrically, Shots kills it, especially with a reference to the immortal Value Village, which as I recall was where I bought my first Lions jersey as a young tyke way back in the 90s.

Anyway, his myspace is here. Go holler at him.

Also, if your name is Cedric and you called my place about rap related stuff yesterday, call again. I was eating.

Man, Who Cares About The Dixie Chicks?

So today I'm reading my grandma's Time magazine and there's an article in there about how the "radical" Dixie Chicks are making a stand for what they believe in. That's some bullshit if you ask me. I find it interesting that the act they honor for being radical or whatever is a supersafe white country act that soccer moms listen to, and they haven't mentioned the Coup's new shit at all. And how much can we really trust Time's opinion, when just ten years ago they were running article about Violent Gangsta Rap. Fuck Time.

They Schools Can't Teach Us Shit!

For those that care, I just got a 4.0 on my Honors Writing portfolio and ethered my Intermediate Algebra final. Which means that now all I have to do is test out of Economics and show up to government class I believe 8-9 more times to get my Dip-loma.

And if you don't like it, I'ma smack ya kufi off.

So, to continue all my dumbass Dipset references in this post:

Dear Redneck Ghetto High,
You suck. Soon I will be graduating, and moving on to better things. But don't worry, I'm not about to be one of those skeezos who hangs out in the parking lot after I have no reason too. No, I will be too busy sipping sizzurp and putting the killa season on swagger jackers, and will be forced to Leave You Alone.

We Don't Drink Pepsi We Just Sell............Amway!

Alright, so last night some dudes came through to the Waltcave, trying to sell your boy on Quickstar. Now Quickstar is basically what happened when everyone figured out how fucking stupid Amway is. So they decided to change the name to Quickstar and switch the shit up a little bit, and then continue to try to sucker people with it. So what I was expecting was my friend (what's up Nick) and one of his friends to come through and drop science about economics and what have you for an hour, so that I could get back to studying for the daunting mathematics final that I have in about 3 hours. As it turns out, it was some hardcore Jehovah's Witness style "you will be assimilated" steelo. Anyway, so directly after that I went upstairs and listened to Only Built 4 Cuban Linx and drank Kool-Aid for a while. Now, thinking about Scamway and selling yayo in the same 2 hour space got me thinking that selling cocaine (or meth, weed etc) and scammin' folks with Amgay are really the same thing, when it boils down to it. And here's why.

1.You have a bad reputation.
2.Nobody wants you in their house.
3.The only way you make money is being at the top of the pyramid.
4.Barely anybody understands how you actually do business.
5.Your trade will be forever immortalized by a classic rap album (oh wait, that only applies to one of them).
6.There are cities that are more famous for it than others (Grand Rapids being the Washington D.C. of Amway).


There are key differences though. For example, if you know drug dealers you have street credibility and can make rap records. If you know Amway people, odds are you're a weirdo Jesus freak. Oh and like I said, there have never been any awesome rap records made about Amway.

I'm On Fresh Mode

The final death blow to New York rap hath been struck. See, whenever New Yorkers get all defensive about how bad their city fell off, they usually say something about the last old guard of NY rapsters who stay "grimy with it". This "old guard" generally includes Fat Joe and Jadakiss. Well, they have officially fallen off.

Paris Hilton feat. Jadakiss and Fat Joe-Fightin' Over Me.

It's The Little Things

Man, is it just me or is solidarity with proletarian whites and minorities starting to pop off? In this long ass rant from Breakdown FM, Immortal Tech starts talking about how much he has in common with working class white people at about 4 minutes in. Cool shit.

http://odeo.com/audio/1013231/view

So No Shenanigans

Tell me when to go. Well, as we all know, yesterday was the day without immigrants or whatever. Obviously I was expecting to go without being affected by it at all, which was not the case. Apparently the dude that buys the groceries for my cooking class decided to assert himself by being an hour late. Which was wack as hell. Anyway, it's link day in Waltville.

The ACLU wants people to protest funerals of soldiers.
Sorry dude, if my friend or relative got killed in some desert somewhere and some people were disrupting his funeral with this homophobic shit, it would be bad. Hate speech isn't protected speech right? I see this as the equivalent of yelling fire in a theater, because it could potentially cause violence. Namely me beating somebody's ass.

Apparently there aren't any "conscience" rapsters in the south.
1.All rap reflects its surroundings, therefore is conscious. Conscious=non threatening enough for white college students.
2.Dead Prez are from Florida you cockass.

We're getting a new Johnny Cash album.
As the Kool-Aid man would put it, OH YEAH!