Everyday I'm becoming more of a Jim Jones fan.
I think his ability to deliver a good sound bite keeps people from seeing a genuine & savvy individual ... Respect the grind.
You can catch him on Hot 97 w/Angie Martinez about right now, this joint is hot.
M
Sep 23, 2008
Sep 18, 2008
How to roll a blunt ...
What up world.
Check out the link below, Redman was in concert in ATL cashing some checks off of Scion Toyota.
Its good to know that in this climate of downloads and ringtones someone as important to Hip Hop as Redman is still doing them shows and ripping the mic.
It’s a 20 minute clip and time well spent as he hits some of his classic joints … class is in session!
Divine Sinner
Redman Performing @ The Loft in Atlanta from Broccolicity TV on Vimeo.
Check out the link below, Redman was in concert in ATL cashing some checks off of Scion Toyota.
Its good to know that in this climate of downloads and ringtones someone as important to Hip Hop as Redman is still doing them shows and ripping the mic.
It’s a 20 minute clip and time well spent as he hits some of his classic joints … class is in session!
Divine Sinner
Redman Performing @ The Loft in Atlanta from Broccolicity TV on Vimeo.
Aug 1, 2008
Mad Healthy
“What’s really good son?”
“Nothing, chillin’ yo, kissing the stars taking this shit to the face. What’s really good with you yo?”
“Nah, you know it ain’t really nothing, blowing it down wit wifey on this side. You know how we do son … zone coasting”
“Word, I hear you my nigga, what happened last night mad niggaz thought you was coming through”
“I know yo, but wifey made this bangin’ dinner last night and that shit was mad healthy. A nigga get that belly full and wanna have that good night L”
“Word, but what kinda shit she made yo?”
“She made these pork chops but she didn’t fry them shits yo, she like made them shits on the stove and then she made like this zucchini shit yo … boom and that shit was like mad healthy yo ... hold up ... what babe? It was eggplant? Well, whatever yo! That shit was mad healthy yo yanahmean?”
“Nothing, chillin’ yo, kissing the stars taking this shit to the face. What’s really good with you yo?”
“Nah, you know it ain’t really nothing, blowing it down wit wifey on this side. You know how we do son … zone coasting”
“Word, I hear you my nigga, what happened last night mad niggaz thought you was coming through”
“I know yo, but wifey made this bangin’ dinner last night and that shit was mad healthy. A nigga get that belly full and wanna have that good night L”
“Word, but what kinda shit she made yo?”
“She made these pork chops but she didn’t fry them shits yo, she like made them shits on the stove and then she made like this zucchini shit yo … boom and that shit was like mad healthy yo ... hold up ... what babe? It was eggplant? Well, whatever yo! That shit was mad healthy yo yanahmean?”
Jul 30, 2008
Seven Seconds of Ecstasy (The Kiss)
The symphonic expressions from the traffic surrounding us
No longer seemed to be … it simply just didn’t
I’ve imagined this actual moment
So many times, rehearsed my smoothed-out-Mac-playa-response
And now?
Now?!!?
I’ve got nothing …
Because I’m so melted to my core
Butterflies I haven’t seen in years
Are bouncing off of every corner
Of my insides
The tilt of your neck exposes
The smoothest skin I’ve ever encountered
Your lips,
Shimmering from the sexiest lip-gloss …
Puckered out, stretched in my direction
Like a gift and today ain’t even my birthday,
Not even close …
Your mouth begins to open,
As your eyes begin to close
(Now proper kissing etiquette demands that I close mine too)
But I felt it virtually impossible, and down right criminal
Denying myself the privilege of looking into your majestic, angelic face
Your tongue had a bubble gum flavor
From the gum you were chewing,
(I love a woman that keeps it hood)
And your lips had this, apple-like essence
I was hypnotized by this physical interaction
The feeling of our bodies’ close, our arms wrapped
I explored the contour of your top lip
With the moistened motion from the bottom of mine
Listening to the rhythmic pattern of your breathing
Alerted me to your approval of my style
Permitting my mind to drift off into the regions where my ego abided …
No longer seemed to be … it simply just didn’t
I’ve imagined this actual moment
So many times, rehearsed my smoothed-out-Mac-playa-response
And now?
Now?!!?
I’ve got nothing …
Because I’m so melted to my core
Butterflies I haven’t seen in years
Are bouncing off of every corner
Of my insides
The tilt of your neck exposes
The smoothest skin I’ve ever encountered
Your lips,
Shimmering from the sexiest lip-gloss …
Puckered out, stretched in my direction
Like a gift and today ain’t even my birthday,
Not even close …
Your mouth begins to open,
As your eyes begin to close
(Now proper kissing etiquette demands that I close mine too)
But I felt it virtually impossible, and down right criminal
Denying myself the privilege of looking into your majestic, angelic face
Your tongue had a bubble gum flavor
From the gum you were chewing,
(I love a woman that keeps it hood)
And your lips had this, apple-like essence
I was hypnotized by this physical interaction
The feeling of our bodies’ close, our arms wrapped
I explored the contour of your top lip
With the moistened motion from the bottom of mine
Listening to the rhythmic pattern of your breathing
Alerted me to your approval of my style
Permitting my mind to drift off into the regions where my ego abided …
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