Sha Stimuli – The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal – Mixtape Listen and Download

Sha Stimuli – The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal – Mixtape Listen and Download.


Monday Ramble #42 “The Break Up 2: The Proposal…Behind The Rhymes”

Today I am releasing a project entitled The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal. You may wonder why there’s a break-up and a marriage proposal in the same title. The music is about a man that is considering the leap into the realm of matrimony, and he is faced with fears, doubts, and outside pressure. The break-up part of the title is mainly about identification with the brand DJ Victorious and I started with a CD called The Break Up in 2008, coupled with the fact that a proposal doesn’t always end with an affirmative answer.

So let me take you on a rhyme and reason journey for a collection of material that men and women will find relatable.

I started this disc off with an internal glance instead of an external one. If you’ve ever had a thought in your head that maybe you were supposed to be without a soulmate on this earth, then this record is for you. Some of us have reached an age or simply a time in our lives where we still haven’t met “the one” and if you have you didn’t know it. Hence the feeling that The Creator messed up and didn’t place a person on the planet compatible for you. So I penned the record, “Alone” with the question blooming in my mind as to whether I’m meant to end up that way.

 

“Imagine someone telling you they’re locked in/to a situation with you ‘til they find a better option.” -Alone.

So to further analyze my own insecurity I realized that in order to love others I must first love myself. The first words from Mary J. Blige’s “Be Happy” came to mind as I got my boy N.I.K to croon, “How can I love somebody else if I can’t love myself enough to know…”

Well I know plenty of us look outside ourselves when it comes to relationships. We judge, we expect, we wait, we hope the other person changes but how many times do we go within to look at what we have going on? Not too often. This song helped me figure that out, maybe that’s why it’s called “Help.”

“I had to see my grandma die/before I got a Grammy yea I fantasize/I never celebrated Valentine’s now y’all trying to turn me into Family Guy.” –Help.

For most of my time dealing with women I thought it was cool to be desired. Then I began to yearn for the feeling of being open. I wanted to know what that was like and I wrote “So High” as a song about physically turning someone out, but I truthfully wanted to feel the experience I was speaking on. That might be confusing. What I mean is I wanted to float like I’ve seen some people do. They get all enamored and goofy over someone…until it’s over.

It makes you not even want to go up if you have to fall.

“Your feet might be touching the ground but you gon feel like you up in the clouds.” –So High.

Coming down includes highs and lows. “All About Us” is a tale that chronicles an issue of outside interference. Friends with opinions, haters doubting your partner, Exes knocking at doors are all forms of intrusion that can make two people separate. Sometimes you have to tune others out and focus on what you have with whom you have it with.

“From what I could feel, people think they Dr. Phil but we got it locked and sealed.” –All About Us.

When I first started my mission to become a hip-hop superstar, I thought I would be rich, famous and forced to date a supermodel, actress or singer. Now that I am on a new mission to reach people through powerful, human messages, I don’t care much about the status of my mate.

But doing music does make one feel like you need someone with star power. “Superstar” is my ode to every woman out there that is a celebrity in her own right. If you would love to make your woman that works a job, raises kids and is not in front a camera all the time, feel like she’s a pop icon when she’s on your arm then play this for her.

“I treat you like you the one on the stage and there’s nothing that could get in our way.” –Superstar.

I’ve been in situations where I see someone in a relationship that isn’t working and I want to save them. But I know that’s unrealistic. So instead I wrote a song that makes a slight comparison to my girl’s old relationship and what I can bring to the table. We all have current people in our lives that were with someone else before us and sometimes we exist in their shadow whether they were good or bad.

So “Feel Good” is my way of telling my lady that I am not like the dude she was dealing with before.

“Heaven on Earth if your mind can just imagine it/Paradise, Garden of Eden, Jesus of Nazareth/couldn’t bless you more I cant even find an adjective/good is an understatement…” –Feel Good.

In my days I’ve come across couples that cite finances as a serious issue. “Look At Us” is about the doubts a female may have that her man is not in the place she needs him to be in terms of stability. She is uncertain they can make it since romance without finance is a no-no.

This song suggests that the bread is coming and the focus should be on happiness even though this is real life and bills must be paid. I don’t think there’s a right answer to this riddle but I know this topic gets real.

 

“You seem a little unsure, is it cause you want more/like somebody unpoor, I don’t think we’re done for/I know how you feeling, I been reaching for the stars, putting scratches on my ceiling.” –Look At Us.

If you believe you know all there is to know about marriage then you probably just haven’t been faced with enough scenarios. I decided to list a bunch of “what ifs” that don’t necessarily have an answer but they will spark thought in “The Happening.”

From a guy meeting a flirty chick, to a girl running into a smooth character while they both have a loving spouse at home. How do you deal with an Ex that you feel like taking down one more time? How do you fight off the flossing stranger willing to do things your main love wouldn’t?

“If I’m chilling at the Wal-Mart trying to buy underwear, cashier smiling heavy/She says ‘holla if you need help trying these shorts on’ and wrote her number down already.” –The Happening.

I compiled brief anecdotes about my boy who stopped rapping and started a family, my radio interview with Angela Yee and my run-in with an Ex-chick and these stories all surround my fear of commitment and falling for someone.

I do believe that when you do go in headfirst in a relationship you shouldn’t fall for someone. Falling in love suggests that one day you must land, or get up. I would rather stand up in it, remain who I am, respect myself and my partner and that way if I need to walk away I’m already standing. And if it works out, then we’re both in it wholeheartedly and clearheaded.

“I always said that I would never fall in love, ‘cause I stand up in anything I do.”  –Hard.

But if that doesn’t work and you have to argue and fight it out, do it naked. I have a temper that I keep in check, jealousy doesn’t look good on me, and yelling isn’t my thing. So I have created a method that will save a lot of relationships.

“Tell me everything I do to piss you off don’t hold it in/and I will kiss you in between every statement until it ends.” –No Clothes On.

I don’t condone following this foolish anthem for driving while intoxicated but my method back in the days was take some shots, grab someone else’s car and see what happens. I didn’t like hurting people and it made me feel bad and I didn’t enjoy being hurt so in order to fight depression I would hit highways with bottles in the whip.

I’ve come a long way since then and now I drink in my own car…I’m joking.

“Liquor store, Hennessy, plastic cups? No thanks,Verrazano, Turnpike I show you how the pros drink.” –DWI.

“Commitment is dumb, marriages are doomed, all I hear is homie yo don’t ever jump the broom.” So why did I make this CD? Well with me being against the institution of marriage, I always said it would take the feeling of wanting someone so much that I would crush my opinions about broom jumping. I guesstimated that plenty of men wanted to pick someone that would make them throw out their rules and preconceived notions. So I wrote “Something About You.”

Throw in the fact that there are a lot of gold diggers, fast chicks and cheaters out there and you have someone ready to slow down. I wrote some short stories about encounters with different women that led me to feeling like it may time to chill.

“And if it sounds like you won by default…Who cares I’m caught?” –Slowing Down?

When you slow down, folks from the past pop up and some of them act like they have the right to hate on your current situation. Imagine going out to dinner with an Ex that expresses interest even though they ended it with you. Yea you can see it, you would show off your ring, your good life and let them know they messed up. And you would probably ask them “How Does it Feel?” And get D’Angelo to sing to them. I did.

And then you would hope that what you have lasts. “Forever” is a long ass time and we throw the word around like it’s nothing. The ideology of a permanent partner always there through sickness, health, poverty, wealth, weight fluctuation, hair loss etc, is interesting. Well it’s actually insane but we shoot for it, we claim it and even though divorce is as popular as leggings and body magic, marriages are still going down.

Don’t let me scare you though. Don’t worry about flicks like Why Did I Get Married and I Think I Love My Wife and The Break Up or the screenplay I’m writing entitled, Don’t Do It Dummy, I’m Serious…Ok Do It, I Won’t Say I Told You So.

Be your own person and follow your heart…or whatever cliché phrase sounds good. Now that you’re running to download this masterpiece, here is a link to do so.

The Break Up Part 2: The Proposal

And if you feel like donating, I shall put the music on iTunes soon. Thank you for reading and listening.


The Break-Up Pt. 2: The Proposal drops a

The Break-Up Pt. 2: The Proposal drops at 12pm EST on DJBooth.net! Watch out for the link then!


Monday Ramble # 41 “Friday Night Fights”

I am posting this on a Friday because I didn’t post it on Monday. If you need a real reason, I can get one to you at a later date when I have a good one. Thank you for asking.

Anyway…when was the last time you had a fight?
If you have to think about it, that’s good. After you hit a certain age, fighting is pretty senseless unless it’s for your life or someone skips you on line at the supermarket…or calls you a vagina on reality TV…or somebody calls your child ugly…or tries to put something in your anus when you’re not looking, then it’s ok.

I was playing basketball last Friday at Georgia Tech. And no I didn’t get into a fight but there was a crew of three dudes that had on durags, ripped up ball gear and they spoke with a midwestern twang that had me on guard.

One of these dudes was slightly extra as he slung elbows around and took wild shots that sometimes went in. It was only a matter of time before he ran into the wrong individual and a “Shut the fuck up” was met with a “Who the fuck you talking to?”
And a “Let’s go outside.”


Surprisingly the man that was to be his competitor in the ring wasn’t as hype. He was actually calm, confident and eager to take the bout outdoors. Of course we all attempted to break it up as Midwest guy yelled out, “I’mma show y’all how we do it in Detroit!”

Ahh his place of origin had been revealed. But as he and the other possible combatant got closer, his foe’s strong accent and broken English seemed to cause some hesitation.
Detroit dude must have noticed what we all noticed. The Akon-resembling dark brother he was about to square off with wasn’t African-American…he was African.

Now I know Detroit is rough, there’s a lot of murders and ignorance and they like guns. But I’ve been to Africa, and I hate to be stereotypical but there’s just something about the mother continent that tells any American that a physical confrontation with someone from there may not be the smartest thing. I watched this Michigan youngster yell, make threats, ball his fist, ask someone else to “check” him, and beg not to be held back, but as soon as he got a quiet request to go outside, he said, “Let’s play ball.”

“Let’s go outside motherfucker”
in a Michael Blackson voice would have been enough to make me think twice. Then the crew of African cohorts that began to swarm around quietly waiting for something to happen added more suspense.

All I envisioned was their dexterity with spears or some acrobatic martial art skill used for fighting lions and tigers. What was I thinking? I am a prejudice bastard. I assumed because someone speaks like Prince Akeem that they must know how to kill an elephant with their bare hands.

Yet I was not alone. We all had some jokes about the Motor City vs. The Motherland. We also peeped that no matter how much bumping and shoulder touching they did, dude with the durag kept saying, “Don’t touch me” as he got touched.

Sometimes you need people to do the courtesy ‘break-up the fight’ before it happens. Especially when you don’t really want to go through with it.

Which reminds me of the time I got fouled by some short, stocky gentleman on the court a few years ago and I returned the favor. He shed blood, he asked me to apologize, I declined, he got upset, someone held him back, I said let him go, I didn’t mean it, he calmed down, we ended up on the same team later that day, he gave me a ‘good pass’ nod, we won, after the games he gave me a pound. All good right?

Well yes but any of those instances could have taken a different turn, and I realized I had dodged a bullet when we were all preparing to leave the park and someone congratulated him on his last match. Match? Tennis? He doesn’t look like a tennis player. Wait a minute…he boxes? Oh well, luckily I didn’t take it there, wouldn’t want to box a boxer.

Then I began to size him up, I thought that since I made him bleed when I fouled him, maybe I’m stronger than I think and then…that’s when he picked up a bag that had the UFC logo on it. No way, he must have bought that in a store.

Later I found out he didn’t buy the bag at a store, he wasn’t a pro fighter but he was on his way. I dodged a silver bullet, thanked baby Jesus and never raised my voice on a basketball court again.

Go ahead call me a punk, puss, whatever you like. Fighting is fun when the consequence is losing.

Fighting isn’t fun when someone is going to their trunk afterwards or friends are jumping in or you have to stretch first…or you’re not playing hockey…or you tweet about it beforehand and ask your followers if you should go through with it…or if the footage goes up on Youtube…or if you have to set ground rules with your fight partner like ‘no kicking yo’…or you find out you were fighting a semi-professional fighter…then most likely your sparring days have expired. And that’s fine.

You know what you never hear before a fight? Honesty. No one ever says, “You would probably bust my ass but I ain’t trying to look like a bitch out here so I’mma say I’ll eff you up and hope that you believe that or you’re just unsure if I know a martial art or something and just back down.”

Instead you scream out, “What nucca? What? It’s whatever!”
Whatever is very broad. I would never tell someone it’s whatever. That covers everything: knives, guns, nooses, chainsaws, car keys. I need barriers.
I got out of fights with pure honesty. “You’re gonna fight me? Really? You got me by 40lbs my nig. Fuck it, if that’s how you feeling. Bet! (voice raises) I don’t fight people I respect, and I respect you. But let’s do it. I’m just saying, I ain’t box in a minute, expect some rust. Might be a little dancing around the first few rounds just to get my bearings but if this is what you need to happen fam, I’m good. Let’s get it poppin'”


By that time her rationale has usually kicked in and she doesn’t want to fight anymore. It works every time.


Top 10 Rules for Dating A Mommy – The Motherfu**er Edition

As a guest blogger for Sha Stimuli’s Monday Rambles, I decided since it’s the day after Mother’s Day, and I’m a single mommy, to let some of you hit and runners, know the 10 rules for making sure that M.I.LF. is happy, especially when it comes to hitting the sheets. Keep in mind rules are in place for a reason, eventually you’ll find out why…

10. ALWAYS BE PREPARED

If you’re a real “motherfu**er” then you have no job and you’re bouncing from chick to chick. Always be prepared is the motto of the Boy Scouts and could be used as your motto as well. I could want it at 2 in the afternoon, or 12:20 at night. If you need to hold on to that sweet piece of a**, be ready to come a running when she calls.

9. FACE FIRST IS MANDATORY…

That is if you show up at my house at 12:30 at night and I have to get up at 5:30 for work, cuz someone needs to feed the 10 kids I have running around my house, you better be prepared to end up face first in what I’m serving!

8. DON’T CALL ALL THE TIME

If there’s one thing a chick like me doesn’t like is a thirsty motherfu**er, who likes what he’s getting and calls at all times of the day and all hours of the night. Slow your roll baby cakes, if I found you suitable for anything but you’ve been kept around for, don’t you think I’d reach out to you???

7. POKEMON AND YU-GI-OH IS A NO-NO

If I catch you in my living room watching cartoons even once with my kiddos…you’re done! Get your lazy a** up and offer like a real man to help mow the lawn, do the dishes, or really help my single mother butt out. (Violation of this policy will result in unanswered phone calls and being called the 11th child to my friends, and me trying to collect stamps to feed you).

6. PULLING HAIR IS ALLOWED, SPARATICALLY

Do this only when given permission to do so. Don’t automatically assume that you’re going to get the porn style stress reliever in every session. Yep, sure beat it and read it (SEE RULE #5), but sometimes you just have to remember that chicks, even us single mommy’s, love to be treated with respect, not like someone you’re just hittin’ for the night.

5. BEAT IT AND READ IT

I may be contradicting myself from rule number 4, but our freaking sessions maybe the only stress reliever us mommy’s see, so maybe that hair tugging is needed more often than not. So again, refer to rule 10, and be prepared. I once asked a “friend” so graciously to exit the ride after he got a leg cramp. Stretch homie stretch. You may need that extra flexibility for what we’re about to do.

4. MAKE THE FIRST MOVE OCCASIONALY

Every woman likes to feel like a queen, so make sure you make the first move. Sometimes random a** grabbing, neck nuzzling, and ear lobe nibbling will lead to the crazy impromptu moments….like when the kids are gone, your MILF is cooking or doing dishes…creep up behind her and strike!

3. NO HEAD PUSHING ALLOWED

Oral sex…either a mommy loves going down or she doesn’t! Ladies, we all know that guy that smells like a balled up sweat sock in his gym shorts. And we all have met one guy or another who has tried the “if I push her head down there move, I’mma get one off.” Nah homie, there’s a reason I don’t venture down that way…matter fact how about you don’t even get to hit it after that. And most of all, I’m a grown a** woman, I’m not above going down there, so when I feel that you’re worth of being blessed, I will make sure you know it!

2. MY MONEY IS MY MONEY

As an honest man, you should never feel the need or desire to ask a single mommy for cash. Doing so gives her the right to call you a “sorry a** motherfu**er” at any point in the future and use said error in judgment as a catalyst for tearing you down at any moment.

1. RESPECT COMES BEFORE ANYTHING

Despite freaky, raunchy ways I spoke in previous rules, it never ceases to amaze me the disrespectful way some men view single mothers. The truth is, yes, there are many single mommies’ out there that have messed up views of relationships. They’ve been hurt, chewed up, and spit out. Some of these baby daddies aren’t worth the horse they first rode in on. But we are women, humans, and have feelings, so showing us some respect will go a long way.

It’s easy for a motherfu**er to hit and run. It’s easy for someone to dip after hitting, but remember one thing…don’t underestimate the way a single mommy can make you feel, not only to satisfy your physical urges, but we do have a soul somewhere in there, beneath all the stress, work, and focusing on our family life. And it could be the soul you really need next to you to take you to the next level in life…

Have fun but be safe when taking care of that bizness ladies and gentlemen! 

Written by: Just Jen


Monday Ramble #40 Breaking News: Osama Rhymes With Obama

It’s hard to believe I’ve been doing 40 weeks of blabbing out “randumb” thoughts. You guys have been really responsive and supportive and I thank you all for spreading the word. The book is on the way.

With that said, the topics I had in mind for this week were halted when I heard the news of Osama Bin Laden being killed last night. But I still need you guys to check out the archive of our deep and informative blogtalkradio show last week on “Domestic Violence” and tomorrow’s show on “The Friend Zone.”

I know it seems like good news to most people that the man behind the loss of so many American lives is deceased, but I was a little down. Bin Laden had become this mystical figure in my mind. Like a modern day giant with a Bad Santa-like beard that was evil to some, a hero to others, but wealthy to all.


He was sort of like a cool, devil person that could buy his freedom and kept a whole nation from snitching. I don’t know if he wrote a book about how he obtained his bread and power but I would read it.

Sure he allegedly planned 9/11 and all that but do we know for sure? And we saw footage of him praying and rejoicing after the Towers dropped. Was that really live? And if so, how did we get that footage? Did he send it? Was it on youtube because I can’t find it now?

I think he was setup to take the fall and now he’s supposedly gone. I’m not sure if I believe this story though.
The last time I killed someone and I thought they were dead, they really weren’t. And the bastard was lying still for so long, it seemed as though I had sent him to meet his maker. I was satisfied that all my thug raps were real and I had taken a life…again. Then all of a sudden, one of his tiny legs twitched and then three more moved, and I knew the deed wasn’t finished.

All I’m saying is you never know if someone is really dead until you wrap them up in a few paper towels with your own hands.

The first time I met Bin Laden I was watching the movie Hannibal. And there his name was on the cinematic wanted list with Hannibal Lechter in the movie released months before the planes hit the buildings.

So they did know he was a threat huh?
And Bush did fly his family out the morning of 9/11.
And we’re left to believe that this wasn’t some type of plan to raise oil prices. I wish I could get some oil. I know it’s worth much more than kilos of coke.
I swear I would move to Afghanistan if I had an oil connect. Then I would dis all those drug dealing rap guys with their grams and weight moving and I would boast about my gallons and trucks. It may not sound as cool but who needs to sell records when you’re selling gasoline and oil.

So anyways, I’m not happy about this guy passing.

And the main reason is because for the rest of my days I am going to have to hear rap punchlines about Osama and 9 times out of ten they will rhyme with Obama. And although this may have just knocked off your socks or toenail polish with that clever rhyme scheme, trust me, I wasn’t the first to think of it.

It’ll be in battle raps, ciphers, freestyles, videos… I’m sure Fabolous just recorded his verse and his line will probably make you chuckle. Heck I might even sneak one in. Or not.

You know what trips me out? I’ve heard people say, “We killed Bin Laden.”
We as in our armed forces. Our armed forces as in Americans. Americans will pick the finest of times to come together as one.
We really, really need an alien attack to get the human race to team up. I’m gonna pray for that.

It took ten years to find Bin Laden, and he wasn’t in a hole, he was in a mansion. The assault finally went down but no Americans were killed and a firefight took place. No Americans killed? Sounds like a G.I Joe episode to me. A firefight?

I’ve never seen a firefight. Well in the Fantastic Four movie I did, but that was The Human Torch and that wasn’t believable.

What I think happened was the pres and Osama had a few drinks and some weed and came up with a plan to make everyone comfy.

Obama: I need something big for my presidency.

Osama: Like what? Name it my friend.

Obama: I gotta take you down.

Osama: I know that would be berry helpful to you. How about we help each other? You say you kill me, you don’t mention seeing Tupac in the living room, I let you kill one of my brothers and you take his body back as trophy.

Obama: Deal!

Then just like the scene where Alonzo sets up Roger in Training Day, “Boom!” They shoot Bin Laden, make up a story, some rookie White cop is probably the shooter, he gets to go home and do the wife or the girlfriend thing.
I’m just saying…I want to see the body and the dental records before I go running around happy.
Not that I would be ecstatic that another man is dead just because the nation’s leaders told me to.

I know we have to blame someone but I don’t know if I really want to. Obama sounded really cool and cocky about the murder though. It was sort of like he’d done this before. And I don’t mean like the murders I’ve committed. Maybe this will get him put back in office, maybe Osama died of natural causes, maybe the next up and coming guy is waiting to plot a bigger attack and this was part of the plan like when Serpentor took over for Cobra Commander.

Do they know terrorists look forward to death? The graduation ceremony from terrorist school is a funeral.

Do you believe Osama’s dead? I guess a better question would be, do you care?


Monday Ramble #39 Thank God?

Monday Ramble #39 Thank God?

There are people in your circle, maybe some relatives or a few friends that happen to be somewhat, slightly “over-religified,” and you may not know how to tell them.

Does someone mention the Lord a little too much? Is Jesus coming up in convos that he need not be in? Is Christ getting tagged in anecdotes, banter and overall everyday life by an acquaintance of yours while you cringe with the hopes that they would just let some occurrences be handled on Earth? Just send them this post and walk away.

The other day I thanked God that I didn’t leave my Blistex in the house. Then one time I gave him thanks for getting somewhere safely. One was trivial, the other, a little more understandable. But some folks have a habit of handing God and/or Jesus awards for things they have nothing to do with.

You know who I’m talking about. Those people that thank God the drive-thru was still open or the ones praising Jesus because their corns on their toes went down before sandal season, I get it. God Almighty fixes it all.

Does He or She really though?
There are instances where I’m not so sure the shout out to the deity of your choice is in order.

The bedroom.

I know it may slip out. A “Oh God!” here, a “Thank You Jesus!” there, but being thankful you lasted long because she was gonna talk about you was most likely all your doing.
“Praise Jesus he wasn’t small,” technically you may have a case but I’m uncomfortable now…you know what I mean. Leave God out of it.

I’ve heard spiritual shout outs that the traffic slowed down…that the line at the DMV wasn’t long…that the babysitter was available so you could go to the club…that your spouse didn’t check your phone when you forgot to lock it. Really? We’re thanking God for some obscure things and I’m sure He’s saying, “Wasn’t me.”

But that doesn’t stop you does it?
-Sports.

I know we’ve been on teams where we pray before a game. Sometimes we ask to be injury-free but other instances we ask for Heavenly assistance for a victory.
Now I’m sure there’s some thanking going on once the game is done but don’t assume He chose your team over the losers.
God doesn’t pick one squad over another because you had a better prayer.


Ok so maybe you’re thanking God for the chance to win, or the will, or the physical strength but have you ever prayed for someone else to sprain an ankle? Well some of us are too specific.

Thankful those shoes were on sale? That you won that eBay auction?
That shawty’s man went away for a week?
God’s not accepting your award my friend.
Now that I think about it, according to the Bible, God did choose David over Goliath and he had Joshua kill a lot of folks and he did destroy the world with a waterslide so maybe he does pick sides.

You know I was in deep thought a few days ago when I saw a small part of the movie, The Ten Commandments and I noticed Moses with all his plagues and tricks that got the Pharaoh to let his people go and I wondered if God is a racist.

I mean he got the Hebrews out of bondage, bodied the first-borns of everyone, changed water into blood, parted a sea…but all the Negros got was Harriet Tubman and an underground railroad.

I guess it took some time to work out the kinks and now we’re all cool on the surface and if you think about it, Moses’ folks got jacked again years later with the whole Hitler debacle.

Well it wasn’t really the same people but you know what I mean. I guess God isn’t a racist after all; maybe he’s just slow with deliverance.

I’m sure glad I’m not a slave now. I wouldn’t be a good slave at all. And if I was in Moses’ place back in the days, and I found out I was really Hebrew after I had been an Egyptian prince, I know I would have kept it on the low and changed the game from the inside. I would have kept the perks, got the crown and then let my people go, he took the difficult route because of God and whatnot. It made for a solid story though.

So I guess I wouldn’t make a great slave or a strong deliverer. Well thank Jesus I’m not in the olden days. Is olden a word?

And when you thank Jesus, does God get jealous or does He think it’s ok because they’re like intertwined or whatever. I don’t know too much about religion but I think the Bible has some cool fables…I mean facts.

I don’t know why snakes don’t talk in today’s times, or why hair doesn’t give you strength, or why I couldn’t walk through fire, chill in a whale’s stomach or fight a giant… and the closest thing we have to miracle workers are David Blaine and Criss Angel but I’ll take it.

Thank Christ you read this…oh and sorry if I offended you and your beliefs. I’m not really sorry. Happy Easter!


Monday Ramble #38 Go Within Or Go Without

Monday Ramble #38 Go Within Or Go Without

Have you ever gotten so disturbed by other people so much that it made you look at yourself and analyze your own issues? Me neither, but if I did I’m sure I could find a bunch of things I don’t dig about myself.

And so I write:

The Hater.

-I hate humans that are great tiny talkers. I can’t compete with their thoughtfulness and insightful questions as I shift my shoulders, play wrap-up music in my head and search for the uncertain ending of our conversation.

-I hate the fact that Bernie Mac and Michael Jackson aren’t alive, primarily because I didn’t meet them.

-I don’t like the fact that I watch some of Tyler Perry’s movies with the hopes that the newest one will be better than the last one. But it never is, and I lose precious moments of my life. I don’t blame Tyler, he’s rich and he’s a smart man. It’s my fault.

-I hate The Situation for coming up with a better stage name than most of us.

-I dislike people that panhandle without the panhandling uniform. I’m not saying some of us aren’t underprivileged out here in the world, I’m just saying if you’re gonna ask for money, look the part please.
I don’t want to limit this to New York, but my hometown is the one place I’ve seen folks begging with name brand gear, fresh haircuts and the scent of Versace Blue Jeans or something. At least have the decency to skip the fragrance. That’s just disrespectful, you’re slapping me in the face because I don’t have the small amount of pride that it takes to go from train car to train car politely asking for contributions.

I realize you can make more per hour than the average minimum wage worker but does that mean you’re on your grind? No it doesn’t. Display a talent, show that you have a nice speaking voice or some dance moves, not that you have fashion sense. I am prejudging and discriminating like the rest of the world. And I don’t dig that about me.

My Verbiage.

-I don’t like myself for always saying, “pause.” I’m not homophobic but it’s a fifteen-year habit I can’t seem to break. Has it been that long? Yes, and you would think that I could just stop saying “pause” but I have truthfully only paused saying “pause” for brief moments of time and maybe pausing was all I was supposed to do because if I stop then there may come an instance where I didn’t say it and…forget it, now I hath confused myself.

-I actually used the word “swag” for lack of a better word. I used it twice last month and the delay right before I got it out was like 4 seconds. Everyone that was listening to me chimed in with “swag” to assist me as if to say, “come on, you can do it…say it…join us”
And so it was done. I was pissed.

-I can’t believe I still call Black people, “Black” and White people, “White.” We’re not even close to those colors; Tan and Peach make more sense. I still say “nigga” too.

Contradicter.

-I don’t enjoy being on the phone as much as I did when cell phones initially became the standard way of life but for some reason if no one calls me I feel neglected. I can not touch my phone for hours and then look at it and I want to see double-digit text messages, emails, a missed call or two, some Facebook love, a few Twitter mentions, what’s wrong with me? Is this the same as checking your answering machine after being out all day and hoping you have a whole lot of messages? Yes it’s pretty close.

-I know this sounds weird…but I rap. I look down on rappers and I rap. When someone asks me what I do I don’t claim to be a rapper but I still rap, and sometimes I am embarrassed. People ask what’s going on with it? What’s your rap name? Are you trying to get a deal? I have to group myself with the foolery that exists, then get advice from acquaintances about how to get more poppin’. They aren’t the blame for my issue. Sha is.

My Mind.
-I talk to myself and answer. I mean I conduct interviews like a psychopath. And sometimes the questions are in Oprah’s voice. And if it’s a wack question it’ll be Tyra Banks’ voice in my head. She asks some foolish stuff sometimes…but I answer anyway.

-I don’t like the fact that I’d rather be comfortable than fashionable. That’s just lame.

-I am totally upset that 79% of the time that I have a face-to-face conversation with someone I imagine punching them in the face out of nowhere. Who does that? But I picture it in my head and I think, ‘I wonder what this person would do if I just caught them in the jaw mid-sentence for no reason.’ That’s not cool.

-I eat food sometimes and get sad when I’m almost done because I’m still hungry. I go to sleep thinking about breakfast most nights.

-I don’t know how to play video games. Even deeper than that is I hate doing things I’m not good at…for example, I went to a batting cage and missed every ball and I was so upset at baseball the sport. I am still bothered by the pastime itself and I apologize for that.

-I judge people based on their knowledge of movie lines, Seinfeld, grammar skills…I’m just slightly off and I know that now. I mean I always knew it but it’s surfacing more as I open up to the world. Is this a pessimistic post to start off the week? Maybe, but only if you view it that way.  Who’s the cynical one now?


Monday Ramble #37 The Mystery Of Mister Cee

For the 2nd week in a row I’m putting up my ramble on Tuesday. Primarily because I partied Sunday night and got a late start and secondly I couldn’t decide if I wanted to promote our radio show on online dating tonight or talk about the most popular topic taking over barber shops, radio shows, basketball courts and chat rooms; the mystery of Mister Cee.

I don’t have an opinion on this hot topic just yet so as I’m writing this maybe I’ll enlighten myself and reach some sort of point for even bringing it up.

Well people ask what I think about the situation all the time and I’ve said everything from “I feel bad for him” to “I think he wanted to get caught.”

I met Mister Cee a long time ago when I was a pre-teen and he was the road manager for Masta Ace. My brother was a part of Ace’s crew and producer for Biggie and I was fortunate enough to go to the studio and quietly hang around folks like Big Daddy Kane, Craig G and a few times there was Calvin Lebrun.
He was cool, humorous and most of all, he was down to earth.

Years later I ran into the world famous DJ here and there and we spoke about music.
He didn’t remember me but of course he acknowledged my brother, my grind and offered to help me out with my struggles to be heard.

One time at Hot 97 we spoke about the starving artists wanting their songs played at parties while the DJ is focused on keeping the party popping. I understood that point.

Another time at a video shoot, I eavesdropped on a convo he was having about New York rappers always rapping about the industry they don’t get love in, while Southern artists were having fun on records. I got that one too.

What does any of this have to do with his recent scenario?
It brings me to the moment in time where I heard Cee was arrested for being in a car exposed with a man. And I wasn’t surprised. Not that I saw him do anything like that but because I heard stories about him waiting outside of gay clubs and his prior arrests.
I brushed off these tales like I do most of the homosexual stories I hear about industry folks even though I figured anything was possible.

But once the police report was confirmed, plenty of questions arose. Will he confess? Will he continue to DJ? Who will hire him? And most importantly why is it an issue? The industry of music is one where there are plenty of men behind the scenes that secretly sleep with men in order to get further in their careers or because they simply like to.
This same business publicly condemns those who like the same sex and that fact is highlighted by our use of “pause” and “no homo” when we use phrases that double as statements with gay undertone.

So is the hip-hop legendary DJ wrong for his indiscretion or for his public show or is he under scrutiny for not addressing his supporters with a statement?
I say the latter, sure it’s your personal life and yeah you don’t owe anyone an explanation but if you’ve ever said “pause,” or alluded to the fact that “gay” was negative, and then you get caught receiving oral sex from a man, then I think it misleads people. As a public figure, one might feel he should let people know if the accusations are true, especially after his colleague Funkmaster Flex has boldly defended him.
As the line between personal lives and business cross, the listeners are continuing to tune into Hot 97 FM and they may even get a broader audience that’s waiting for a confession.
But what happens with Calvin? Will this just go away like Wayne’s smooch with Baby? Cee can’t put out a hot album and make us forget, similar to what Rick Ross did to his correction officer employment fiasco. R. Kelly was able to sing his way back in our hearts after we watched him urinate on a young woman.

But it was a woman, Ross had a job and Wayne kissed his…father? Oh well, this wasn’t on camera and Mister Cee doesn’t necessarily need record sales to survive.

But let’s think about the next step in this situation. Cee may choose silence, keep his job, endure the jokes and rapper punchlines that will suggest that he’s a man-lover and cleverly include “the finisher” and “going in” (especially in battle raps), but then one day he’ll most likely get disc jockey work again.

He may continue to deny the charges and claim he was alone in the vehicle, that the hip-hop cops are framing him and that the accusations made by Wendy Williams in 2007 were false.

Or things might change.

Maybe Mister Cee could admit that he is indeed attracted to men that dress like women or simply men that are men. Lil B’s ass-raping threats may become acceptable, homo rappers might surface and others will gradually come out, execs will defend him, he’ll DJ for Lady Gaga, gay people will start saying “play” instead of “pause” and homosexuality will really become what “Black” was during the Civil Rights movement.

Charlamagne said, “The hip-hop community, and black culture in general, is homophobic for no good reason; and this wouldn’t even be an issue if he could be who he was, comfortably, without people judging him.”

Some of us appreciate the homophobia that keeps artists’ lives personal and fear that curtain opening. Some of us would probably retire if gay became ok in the hood and behind the mic. But this is an ever-changing world we are in and in this moment, the hip-hop community could change with one arrest of one DJ and allegedly one young man. Stay tuned to see if The Finisher is finished or if he started a revolution.

What do you think he should do?



Monday Ramble #36 Alien Dating

These are song lyrics: “All my niggas get down like what, all my niggas get down like what.”

I don’t know what it means to get down like what or why DMX and his niggas do it but I know if you’re Caucasian and you just read that aloud you probably felt funny when you saw the word “niggas.”

And maybe when you sing a song that has that word you politely omit it in an attempt to be politically correct and not offend anyone.

But if a tree falls and there’s no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?
And if a White person sings “Jigga My Nigga” in the comfort of their own home are they racist?

I don’t think a word makes you a hater of a race. I mean if I was anything other than what people call Black I would probably not say “nigga” and I would feel awkward when the word is used.

But if my girlfriend was White, Green or Orange, would I be cool with her saying it?

It’s just a word right? What’s more important are the thoughts. How does she view me and my so-called race? Does her family think my darkness makes me a waste of sperm? Can we watch Chris Rock comfortably without wondering if his Black/White observations weren’t being over-analyzed and stamped on both of us?
Can I watch a Spike Lee movie without smacking her for no good reason? If she’s Spanish can she say “nigga” and can I say “spic” in front of company and it be all good?

If she’s Jewish can I make cheap jokes? Can I tease my Arabic shorty about suicide bombs and 7Elevens? No? I went too far?

I have been told by a few of my chalk-skinned basketball buddies that they drop the N-bomb here and there and it doesn’t mean they hate negroes.

What is racism anyway?
Isn’t it believing your race is superior?
Don’t we all think any group we belong to rules?
You big up your block, high school, country, neighborhood, fraternity, sorority, zodiac sign, gang, phone carrier, we affiliate ourselves with crews and clans all the time. We love separation. We need it. So we can point to others and say, “They’re not down with us, we’re better.”
We went from nigger to negro to colored to Black to Afro-American to African-American to nigga and it’s just like a band-aid on a gunshot trying to make a group of people feel like the furthest thing from a slave as possible.

I’m saying “we” like I’m a part of this African-American crew.

How the hell are we African and American anyway? They combined a continent of descent and the country we live in to make the name of a nationality. Really?

That’s like being European-Chinese or Asian-French or Australian-Indian.

See those aren’t as catchy but you get the drift.

The bottomline is, if you belong to a race or religion or nationality and you decide to love someone that is not of the same one, is that an issue?

When you make your list of characteristics and desires in a partner, is skin color on there?

Are you curious about the “other” side? Do you have pre-conceived notions that certain types of people have better credit while others might be stereotypically lazier?

Have you ever said to your friend, “I’m done with dating within my race, they don’t appreciate me?”

Or do you have a worldly, colorblind view that we are all humans and you ignore the fact that someone else doesn’t necessarily share your hue…or your primary language? And by doing that do you ignore the fact that others will notice and judge and pre-judge both of you?

How insane is it to be a White woman in love with a Black man but never acknowledge that the two of you are not depicted the same in America?

How much of an evolved human do you have to be to get over every prejudice, stereotype and notions that come with sharing a life with a person that is of a different origin?

Why should it matter? Love is love and if we were all blind, enlightened, or our physical appearance was so mixed up that we couldn’t pinpoint someone’s mother continent then the world be a better place.

Not really because we’d find something else to separate ourselves. Even the Smurfs had beef after awhile. Y’all let me know if dating and loving someone outside of your race even matters anymore. Will it even be an issue in 20 years? Does it matter now?

Tune in tonight April 5, 2011, listen to the archive later.