yo what's good people this is gonna be officially my last post on this page. I've moved house it's coming to the end of the year and time for a fresh new look I feel.
the page is called All in the Game
I intend to put more work into this. With this page I've tried to grab the best news and gossip from other pages and put them all in one place this time however i will be writing alot of new stuff and really giving my own insight into what's going on in this crazy world.
Remember the game is out there and it's either play or get played
Peace y'all
and don't forget it's All in the Game
Saturday, 15 November 2008
Friday, 7 November 2008
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
It's time to stop jockin Jay-Z!!
Jay-Z ...
Guardian Article
Alan Yentob's Imagine examination of his phenomenon was unrestrained.
In the opening 30 seconds of Alan Yentob's Imagine examination of the Jay-Z phenomenon, the rap mega-mogul informs a concert crowd that, "I'm pretty fucking awesome." Had Yentob then interjected with a heartfelt agreement, or held up a big banner saying, "Yes, Jay-Z, you really, really are", then he would have saved us all a lot of time indeed.
Imagine is a programme that appreciates modern cultural phenomena, so it's understandable that there is a certain amount of, well, appreciating being done. But you can love your subject too much - and Yentob's utterly head over heels. The idea that Jay-Z is "the best in the business" is open to debate, but the assertion that Reasonable Doubt is "recognised as one of the greatest hip-hop albums ever" is straight-up bull fritters.
Apart from a pointless segment in which Yentob and Z stroll around the Serpentine Gallery together - the rapper at one point revealing his ownership of an original "Damon Hirst" - there's a whiff of restricted access about the whole venture. Indeed, in what should have been the most affecting sequence of the whole programme, in which Yentob is driven around the Marcy housing projects where the rapper grew up, Z can't actually be bothered to show up to give the guided tour and sends an underling instead. Which is factually fine, but it would have had more of an impact if it had come from the horse's mouth, not the horse's mate.
More worryingly, there's the distinct feeling that the rapper had some input in what got discussed and what got ixnayed. His youth is touched upon with alarming brevity, and we get to hear nothing about his formative years spent as a drug dealer; years which, one would argue, are pretty flaming important in the story of his life. Even more shamefully, there's next to no mention made of the 1999 incident in which Z stabbed record company executive Lance "Un" Rivera, beyond an unforgiveably trite observation that the incident made Z realise it was time to sort his life out. Rivera would doubtless be heart-warmed by his role in this Damascene moment.
Still, what we are treated to is interminable gushing guff from both the rapper and his producer about how he treats his voice as an instrument, about the way in which Z uses vowel sounds to function like musical notes; who knew that the words of such hits as 99 Problems, Girls, Girls, Girls and Big Pimpin' had such craft? Even worse, P Diddy is allowed to talk earnestly about how the pair of them are picking up the baton from originators like Afrika Bambaataa, a statement which, at least in the case of the man saying it, should be accompanied by a laughter track.
The best stuff comes when Yentob sits Z on a chair and gets him talking about things like writing rhymes too small to read in case somebody stole them. For the most part, though, he just seems distracted, Yentob's presence a minor irritation. Which, when you're Jay-Z and you've got bigger fish to fry, it probably was.
• Imagine, Tue 28, 10.35pm, BBC1
Sunday, 26 October 2008
BET Ciphers 2008
Round 1: Hurricane Chris, Knaan, Bun B & Q-Tip
Round 2: Willy Northpole, Hime, Blaq Poet & Cory Gunz
Round 3: Ace Hood, Juelz, Fabolous & Jadakiss
so here's the ciphers from the BET awards this year. Bit of a weird mix of emcees but it's still dope. Corey Gunz was a beast as usual but this year Jadakiss took it hands down with Fab coming a close second. Hurricane Chris was terrible Bun B looked like the only one who was really going off the dome as he makes a few mistakes but it's still decent
favourite punchline: cause everybody coming in the year is failing ask why and they just play Sarah Palin - Fabolous
The Money and The Power
here's a trailer for 50 Cent's new reality show. Ah well guess when you can't sell anymore G Unit albums you have to find something else
Sunday, 19 October 2008
Hopkins beats Pavlik in 12th round decision
damn son my man Bernard came out swinging from the get-go. Mad props to Freeway for coming down to the ring with him aswell that was big. Pavlik got his arse handed to him not quite sure what went wrong with him. I dunno maybe he just underestimated how hard and quick Bernard can still hit at 43 but whatever it was he never got in the fight and there were quite a few occasions were i thought Hopkins might knock him out.
it was about 5am went the fight finally came on but to be honest by that stage I was too amped to sleep anyway. Big win for Hopkins can't wait for Calzage v Roy Jones Jr in Nov it's gonna be sick!!
Saturday, 18 October 2008
MOBO's is a pile of shit!!!
so it's 12:55am and just under 2 hours till the benard hopkins fight and im watching the crock of shit that is the 2008 MOBO awards. I could go real deep on how bad this shit is but quite frankly im too buzzin yet somehow i still felt the need to explain to anyone who was fortunate enough not to see it how fuckin dull it was. Just a few things i want to get off my chest
1. When i saw Mel B in that tight pink shit see was wearing the expression you can't polish a turd came to mind
2. I really hate Estelle
3. Sugababes are the most average bitches i ever saw hold a mic
4. It's like they couldn't book enough artists to fill out the show Sugababes performed twice and so did John Legend what the fuck?
5. The bitch from the Supremes gettin dragged onto the stage to perform stop in the name of love to love with the Sugababes was so bad words can't describe it
6. Craig David's rap was cringe worthy
7. Jay Sean announcing he's signed to Cash Money Records. Do they know what they have got themselves in for he can't sell records in this country let alone anywhere else.
8. Mary Wilson dat was the bitch's name.
9. Noel Clark being hailed as some influential director was a terrible slur on anyone who can actually write a proper script.
fuck it dats all i can manage for now. it's 1:20 now. Hopkins fight not long from arrival stay strong man for god's sake.
I'm just astonished that the MOBO's can get worse each year but somehow they manage to do it.
just watch this clip of Craig David trying to rap and tell me im wrong
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Sunday, 5 October 2008
We gettin Arab money!! lol
Tim Westwood and Busta crack me up in this clip. Busta shows Tim the "Arab Money" dance funny shit
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
Sunday, 31 August 2008
eLZhi Recounts Classics From His Catalog
my boy gave me a copy of some hard to find Elzhi shit the other day and low and below what do i find floating around on 2dopeboyz.com but this shit.
Look out for his debut album "The Preface" coming out real soon
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Top 12 Most Anticipated Albums for 4th Qtr '08
Top 12 Most Anticipated Albums for 4th Qtr ‘08
good post from kevin nottingham's blog page click the link above to the full version. includes tracklistings
12. Blessed - Busta Rhymes
11. D.I.R.T - Heltah Skeltah
10. Politics as Usual - Termanology
9. Main Source - Large Pro
8. Invincible Summer - Common
7. Murs for President - Murs
6. L.A.X - Game
5. Rapper's Delight - Big Pooh
4. Detox - Dr. Dre
3. The Renaissance - Q-Tip
2. Leave it all Behind - Phonte
1. Blueprint 3 - Jay-Z
Monday, 18 August 2008
An Open Letter to MF DOOM by Kno
Dear Daniel Dumile a.k.a. MF Doom a.k.a. Zev Love X a.k.a. King Geedorah a.k.a. Metal Fingers a.k.a. Viktor Vaughn a.k.a. Ducktor Doom a.k.a. Victor von Doom a.k.a. Mr. Soft Taco a.k.a. Mr. 78’ Cutlass a.k.a. “That Guy Who Enjoys Fingerpainting.”
I’m writing this as a concerned artist, business-owner and generally even-keeled loather of all things douche-like.
It came to my attention in late 2007 that you pulled a series of no-shows and Super Dave-esque stunt double lip-syncing fiascos in Pomona, San Diego, San Francisco, Rock The Bells in San Bernardino and then in Atlanta. The latter saw the crowd throwing beer at your body double, who subsequently exited the stage only to steal all the merch money and door receipts, insuring noone would be granted a refund for your clone’s piss-poor Milli Vanilli routine. Classy.
The whole thing was shrug-inducing because I’m not a huge fan of your body of work, so pardon my inability to completely connect with the disdain of someone paying $25 dollars to see a slightly rotund, middle aged man in a dirty Gladiator mask stand around onstage and talk into a microphone only to be duped into watching a presumably younger, slightly-less rotund man in a dirty Gladiator mask stand around onstage and pretend to talk into a microphone. As the old folks say, “buyer beware”.
It was shrug-inducing, that is, until someone passed me a link to a discussion in which a talent buyer for a well-known Cali venue clearly states;
“...needless to say, hiphop will not be taking place at the venue again (we will still book alternative artists like sage, atmosphere, subtle, all through legit agencies that we regularly do business with).”
Ok, now wait a minute.
You pissing on your most dedicated fans by cheating them out of their hard-earned cash, while being completely foul, was ultimately no business of mine. At worst it might create a small conundrum for Doom fans torn between investing money in your possibly fraudulent live show or using that loot to re-up on another sack of Northern Lights kush. Not a tough call, I’d assume.
But on the flipside, seeing talent buyers publically saying they’ll only book “alternative artists” like Sage and Atmosphere (Holy awkward racial undertones, Batman) in the future because of your method of handling business? Now I have an issue.
See, people don’t buy much music anymore. Touring is what allows artists who aren’t supervillainous children of Latverian gypsies bent on world domination to meet our fans, fuel our art and put money into our projects and pockets. As part of an “indie” act that operates in the same ever-narrowing circles as you, I can definitely say the ability to book proper gigs with reputable promoters and venue operators is becoming more and more scarce by the month, especially with the poor reputation live hip-hop has for professionalism and punctuality as well as the economic woes of many venues and agencies. The recession is a sumbitch.
So, if any artist pisses off these promoters, fans or venue owners then ultimately they are fucking with my money.
I thought about discussing this last fall, but I decided against it in an attempt to stay away from negative energy. Fast-forward to August 9th 2008, and apparently “you” (I use the term loosely at this point) were at it again, having been re-booked at Rock The Bells in San Bernardino (How does that even happen?) and subsequently getting booed. Again.
Now, surely there is some type of explanation for all of this. Although it isn’t an excuse to be deceptive, some said you were dangerously ill. Personal health is no joke. Your label denied it, though, and continued pushing your tour dates and new remixes of your old product. Some people, like the only man to ever lie to our fans about our involvement in a live show just to sell tickets, one Mr. Jason Swartz (who also happens to be your booking agent) claimed in the Village Voice that this fuckery was a breath of fresh air and “just [your] style”. Yes, the same Mr. Swartz that intentionally misled our fans, the local promoters and operators of The Fox Theatre in Boulder back in 2005 in order to put a couple extra dollars in his pocket. Hmm, sounds familiar.
But I digress. Maybe you had a string of family emergencies. Maybe you developed consistent, unshakable Traveler’s Diarrhea. Maybe you were fed up with curly-haired, New Era-wearing snowboarders asking you to sign their $300 Doom SB Dunks. Maybe you simply got tired of the smell inside of that mask. Who knows.
Yeah, you’re the “villain” or whatever gimmick you use to sell records. I’ve even seen a couple people calling this fiasco “brilliant”. Oh, the sweet Rap Snack™-flavored irony of anti-mainstream types letting this slide by deeming it “genius marketing”. Genius marketing? Beanie Babies, Hannah Montana, Girls Gone Wild. Those are examples of genius marketing. This looks like a lazy or medically incapacitated individual duping his most dedicated fans repeatedly to the tune of a few thousand dollars while those that also stand to profit (read: labels, friends and booking agents) scuttle around attempting to make excuses for him before the loot dries up.
Whatever the case may be, I implore you and anyone involved in this to stop screwing your fans and your peers and get your ducks in a row. Don’t make me throw on some blue stretch leotards and put out a solo record.
Your Friend In Jesus,
Kno of CunninLynguists
Friday, 15 August 2008
You Spanish Bastards!
i suppose they thought this was funny
taken from The Guardian Newspaper:
Spain's Basketball Federation has published a good luck advert for their men's team, the world champions, in which they stand pulling at the sides of their eyes in a slit-eyed gesture.
There is no obvious intention to upset their Olympic hosts in Beijing, but the irresponsible picture is likely to cause controversy and could be interpreted so as to lead to accusations of racism.
Spanish sport has been mired in rows over racism in the last few years. In November 2004 black English footballers were subjected to relentless racial barracking from home supporters in a match in Spain. Before the World Cup there were calls for Luis Aragones, then Spain's football coach, to be sacked after he called Thierry Henry a "black shit". And last year Lewis Hamilton suffered racist abuse during testing for the Spanish grand prix near Barcelona.
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