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Hip Hop mogul Sean Carter has inked a book deal decoding the double entendres buried in the elaborate wordplay of his vast discography. The book breaks down chapter and verse of what the lyrics mean, what people thought they meant, and what came out of them. This is some pretty interesting stuff. Jay elaborate on parallels between Marilyn McCoo and Mrs. Butterworth.








First and Foremost, I want to say that the new Jay-Z single “Death of Auto Tune” that has been circling the Internet for the past few days is a banger. The production by NO ID is insane. The coliseum ready drums are painted with the brush of a baseline from the 70s, and a cinematic guitar sample. With that being said, lets look beyond the bass clef under the melody into the truth of this record.
The producer of this record is NO ID, Kanye’s mentor. It’s also rumored that Kanye helped produce the track. Now, being that Kanye just recorded his genre breaking album 808s and Heartbreak in COMPLETE auto tune. One can only assume that this is emphatically a diss record and Ye is one of those on the receiving end along with T-pain, Lil Wayne, Ron Brownz, and other artists who use auto tune.
Now let’s back track. Kanye’s 2007 album release “The Graduation” was brought to a close with the track “Big Brother”, a song dedicated to the mentorship and guidance by Jay-Z. My initial reaction was that this reminded me of the first law in the 48 Laws of Power written by Robert Green, “Never outshine the master”. At this point in music, Kanye was bigger than he’d ever been and there was a buzz about him being the biggest artist on Def Jam. But to quiet down the rumors, and prevent any out lash from the Rap guru, he stokes Jay’s ego by dedicating a song a song to him. The same thing happened with Lil Wayne and his Carter III album. There was again talk about Lil Wayne saying he was better than Jay, which caused controversy in the media. What does Wayne do? He drops “Mr. Carter”, a song in honor of both of them demonstrating another “don’t outshine the master” move.
So while Robert Greene’s philosophy was being demonstrated by Wayne and Ye, Hov is applying the exact same philosophies. After Jay’s 2003 “Black Album” release Jay “retired” from Hip Hop. This was Greene’s 16th law, “Use absence to increase respect and honor”. Jay left the game when he was at the top of his career. This retirement then put Jay into a powerful business role with Def Jam. In this new found white collar position Jay exemplified, by the nature of his job, law number 11, “Learn to keep people dependent on you”. During Jay’s retirement we heard him on a few random features with some pop artists but that was it. Jay also applied law number 34, “Be royal in your own fashion, act like a king to be treated like one”. We all know that Jay is the epitome of all things fresh and behaves like he’s the air to the throne in the kingdom of “Cool”. Unfortunately it seems as of late, Jay has been undoing all of this. Simultaneously Wayne and Ye were following law number 41,”avoid stepping on a great man’s shoes.”
After the public homage paid by Ye and Wayne, by dedicating songs to Jay, and appearing in countless videos together over the years why would Jay put out a song called “Death of Auto Tune”? Ye and Wayne are of the few artists who use auto tune the most in the industry. It seems as though Jay was applying law number 3, “Conceal your intentions”. Why the public blow? Can he really put out a song like this and say it’s not a diss toward these two artists? Jay has almost UNapplied all of these successful laws. Why would Jay come out and attack the artists of today who have found some success? It’s almost childish. Isn’t Jay above something like this? I would think so. Others may feel the same way Jay does, but isn’t Jay above being the “messenger”? Or is Jay just trying to generate hype around the Blueprint III.
This may be a stretch, but this does demonstrate the calculated methodical moves done with extreme precision that artists have to follow in order to be successful.


If people are placed here for a reason; then does that mean if a person misses their mark (meaning, they do not fulfill their purpose here on earth) that they can be considered not worth keeping or maintaining; or in a word: expendable? Just a thought: For those who believe in the Purpose-filled Life; what significance or reason for living does a person have when they've totally missed their mark in life and constantly are ignoring all the signs pointing towards their calling? Is it fair or even humane to go as far as to say that the wages of negligence and negation are death?
Lately in the news, "Swine Flu" has become the newest scare tactic implemented by the U.S. (to keep us reticent and docile, and thwart our efforts in raging against The Machine). Isn't ironic that we have a Black president named "Barack Hussein Obama" and now he has to protect an entire country from a disease that stems from PORK!? Funny. Let's look at the facts surrounding this "cold":
Featured above is the image of a star -- a dying one! Sparing you guys the harangue, just look at it...Look! It looks like a hand reaching out for something; the red cloud above, to me, symbolizes past passions, old dreams, lost sparks, just something that was once an influence (a good one) and drove that "hand." Too many times, we lose our "mojo", we lose vision of the vision that we may have had for our individual lives -- we allow our happenings and circumstances to destroy the life path that may or may not have been determined for us (whether it be through our own decision-making, or some divine, predestinated plan -- whatever you believe.) Just like that hand, when we've finally realized how far astray we've gone, and how deep we've gotten ourselves in the muck of life, we're left gasping, reaching...reaching...REACHING....but it's too late. Another 'star' is lost.We're all stars, powerful "pulsars" spinning wildly, lighting up our surroundings. With all our power, we have the potential to do some much; we burn so brightly that even amongst the crowd and cacophony of society, there will always be someone, at some point, watching us, individually -- like how we stare at stars in the sky, there's no way we can focus on them all at the same time, but amid the scatter, we find one that just stands out to us. That's how we are: we're "stars." We all have a purpose and a place in life. We all have a calling and an answering to perform. We musn't fall short of our dreams and goals, we cannot allow ourselves to die! As scientifically-intriguing and oriented as this picture may be, I believe there's a greater message to be taken away from this spectacle: Keep burning! Stay strong! Don't die, Star!

A walk in the park, a seemingly never-ending talk over the phone with an old friend, a "departure kiss": all poetic scenarios that we only seem to read about in books or see on TV or even movies. But these same meaningful instances are the makings of a beautiful, poetic life. Hollywood depicts them so eloquently and almost in a step-by-step fashion, as if we're supposed to emulate and apply them to our lives...and now that I'm thinking about it -- and writing about it -- I think that we should. These are the moments that most touched us when we watched movies like Casablanca, or even during the series finale of our favorite sitcom; no matter how action-packed, dry, dull, exciting, or even just plain sucky a feature was, the "poetic moments" that kind of just brought the tension down -- probably made some men feel uneasy and just made women melt -- were the most seismic and emotionally-affecting scenes of the entire feature.
So I'm at work when I noticed something disturbingly odd about everyone's (the employees) seating arrangements: they sit in cubicles with their seats facing a corner. What's the purpose of that? I thought...so then I began to think...and eventually it all made sense. Personally, I view work, or any sort of supplanting, intellect-deadening job as a mode of slavishness. Anything that stifles genius and forces people into a state of dependency is, in my opinion, sinister. And given my present thought process, I came to my own conclusion about this whole sit-in-the-corner seating arrangement in the workplace: back in the day when you misbehaved you were either, probably, spanked, punished, or...you sat in the corner. And what was the purpose behind sitting in the corner? To think about what you did -- correct? Remarkably, this same disciplinary measure, has become a beneficent practice in the workplace: Keep the people in corners so that they can think -- think about their families, their bills; lose hope (almost) but not so much that they kill themselves, but become inured to the system and dependent upon it. That's the purpose of the corner, so that you keep coming back to work! All the time spent in the same cubicle, facing the same corner, will have you stuck in a job until infinity, shattering dreams and thrawting all plans and personal agendas! So today, people, recognize the corner's detriment to your existential lives, and turn away before it's too late! ...Go!
Through our many discourses, my friends and I have always encountered, particularly, the topic of "love" with some need: Love, already, is difficult matter to discuss, let alone trying to indetify whether its natural or learned. And personally, based on personal experiences and observances, I believe love is a natural/learned emotion, a borderline disciplinary emotion, that instructs one to "commit" to someone or something. And just like any natural emotion or behavior, it can be tweaked, meaning: one has the ability to love or not love. Just like someone has the ability to fight or not fight; get mad or not get mad; cry or not cry.






With the recent success of brother Barack and the subsequent victory of the Pittsburg Steelers in the SuperBowl (being coached and lead by brother Mike Tomlin) earlier this year...being Black, right now, has never felt so empowering. It may be a reach, but think about it: sports, like politics, is equally and inherently racist, and in extraordinary fashion, a Black man became the president of the United States; and yet, in another extraordinary fashion, a Black head coach wins the Super Bowl becoming icons in their respective "arenas."


I am truly convinced that Chris Brown is Kurt Russell's "doppelganger": Have you guys read the police report from the night he (Chris) beat up Rihanna??? Supposedly this brawl between Chris and Rihanna-- the punching, the head slams, the bites, the scratches, the suplexes, the DDTs, and "Stone Cold stunners" -- all went down inside the car....while he was driving! That is some Quentin Tarantino, "Death Proof" type shit! Does anybody remember that movie? ...it came out in 2007 ...it was part of a double-feature, the other movie being "Planet Terror" ...anybody remember? Anyway, the movie featured Kurt Russell, Rose McGowan, Rosario Dawson, Zoe Bell, Tracie Thomas, Vaness Ferlito, and some other people: in the movie Kurt Russell played "Stuntman Mike" who is this crazed stuntman who stalks two seperate sets of young woman and uses his "death proof" car to execute his sinister plans. If you've ever seen it you probably remember the first victim, played by Rose McGowan, whose head was smashed into the dash board as Stuntman Mike abruptly stopped his car after traveling at incendiary speeds, or even the head on collision he purposefully had with the first set of young ladies which sent their bodies (and body parts) flying from their car. And Kurt Russell walks away without a scratch on him -- death proof, baby! In the end, the other set of girls end up having the last laugh -- for their car too is "death proof" -- and get the best of Kurt...and end up killng him in the end.
If you’re like me, then you sometimes like to listen to music while reading; if so, then the next time you are reading, or even just listening to your music please take a moment to consider your play list. What are you listening to? How would you describe your play list: is it vivacious, is it “crunk”, is it “hood”, is it “punkish”, is it conscious, does have any substance - is it empty, does it have any meaning or morale? I personally am scrupulous about the type of music people listen to because I believe that people "march to a beat" and that beat stems from their music tastes. Now, I’m no judge of music sophistication but it’s safe to say that the conscientiousness of music, particularly Hip Hop, has drastically waned in the past several years.
Sir Francis Bacon once said: "Knowledge is Power." Right now in the early 21st century of America that statement has probably never been more appropriate. I am a firm believer in the power of knowledge: the more you know, the more you grow; and the more you know the more you should show what you know: TEACH THE PEOPLE, I say. Not necessarily in the classroom but...even on a 'soapbox' if you have to. DO NOT CONCEAL THE TRUTH.


