What do you believe in, Heaven or Hell!

I read the new Source magazine yesterday (sorry Big Bro, I relapsed), they had an article about the spread of the Bloods nationwide. I've realized that this is sad event. Let's think about this logically, niggas are killing each other over the color they wear nationwide. As I walk around New York City, I see these dirt-bomb niggas everywhere I go wearing dirty red and black hoodies (you can't afford more than one red hood). And most of these dudes are sad excuses for "gangstas". You can't do drive-bys without a car (get a job, get money, get a ride). Niglets walk up to me on the street and say "I got that haze", look niggas is looking to get indicted. There's no honor amongst thieves or rules of engagement anymore when it comes to criminals. When I was younger (the times of Decepticons, Lo-Lifes, Lost Boyz, and real NY gangs), there were rules and parameters. Niglets just throw a red flag in their back pocket and sell weed to by Timberlands. I have nothing against people living the illegal life, do what you have to in order to survive. But there's a lack of respect for the game, and I blame the rappers for that. When you have frauds portraying something they are not (Lil Wayne, Jim Jones, The Game, etc.), listeners are going to follow. Lil Wayne has been a rapper more than half of his life and not a gangster, like he claims. Jim Jones is not a gangster, and there are video's out there debunking the myth that he is a gangster. And The Game is one of the biggest frauds in the "rap world" today, he contradicts himself more than Nas. Listeners try to follow these fraudulent rappers, but the listeners don't look at the whole story. First of all, New York gangbangers, which OG gave you a pass to be in his gang (and there are no true O.G.'s in NY). Children, find a real person to idolize and build your life around, like Chris Gardner (word to Will Smith). In the words of Mobb Deep, "there's no such thing as a halfway crook". Stop trying to be somebody besides yourself, it's not "fly". If you don't have the paper to do it, don't cop bottles at the club and scream "ballin'". These entertainers are doing what they get paid to do, entertain. They are not gangbanging in their mansions, which you brought for them. They don't even go back to their hometowns, unless they need a quick boost to their "street rep". You dudes are killing yourselves and each other, while the rapper you follow is in the club with his security (they all have security, don't believe the hype).

On an ending note, shout out to my gang folks. b.G.C. (black Guerilla Cartel), Q.M.C. (Queens Murder Click), Q.U.S.C. (Q.U. Soldier Click), F.Y.F. Mafia (Fuck Ya Feelings), and W.I.N. (Witty Intelligent N.I.G.G.A.S.). And for your information, we don't bang, we make dollars (cause, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense).

Peace, I mean WAR!

I Get's The Job Done!!!

I've realized that it's the idea of working that I hate, it's the bullshit that comes along with working in this capitalist society. It's the hierarchy of the business world. It's the indecisive management that you have to put up with. It's the idiotic regulations that employers come up with. Currently I'm working this little retail gig, it doesn't pay that well, but it's enjoyable and I don't feel like an idiot when I'm at work. My former jobs made me hate working. I was in the Air Force for four years. I loved the actually work I did, repairing airplanes, I hated everything that comes with being in the military. That "rank and file" bullshit was very fucking annoying. How can I actually respect a person that got to outrank me just because he spent four drunk years in college? My immediate officer studied English in college, fucking English, and he oversaw me repairing an airplane. I studied auto repair in high school, which is almost parallel to aircraft repair, and this dude studied English (how can you study English, that's a cop-out major). Another officer I met studied Latin and some other dead language in college, yet he oversaw a field he knew nothing about. I trained people that outranked me, this is because sucking up and hanging out with superiors leads to promotions (I hated most of my superiors, so why would I hang out with them). I got kicked out of the Air Force for misconduct, it's just that I rebel against stupid people outranking me, it's outrageous. Rank is achieved by being popular or becoming buddy-buddy with your superior, and that's below me. Anyway, my next gig was also in the federal government (did I mention I hate the feds, and I worked for them twice, what a damn shame). I worked for the Department of Homeland Security (what a waste of taxpayers money). We check people and their possessions for bombs and illegal items (and bottles of shampoo). It would seem like a good thing, but check all the statistics, no terrorists put bombs on American planes (the only bombs on American planes were put on by T.S.A., what a bunch of fuck-ups). These people assigned to protect America were stealing out of peoples bags, using hard drugs while on duty, and other acts that should be considered terrorism. This job is protecting America less than Border Patrol on the Mexican border (the terrorist all come from the northern border, Canada, Mexicans would never let terrorist ruin their entry into America). We worked crazy hours on busy days, not because we needed everybody on duty, but because the superiors spent all the money to hire more people on million dollar holiday parties. The suit wearer's in the offices were at ballrooms drinking up our raise and new funds to hire more people (that money came from you, the taxpayer). They kept telling us to act a certain way to keep passengers respecting T.S.A., but every week there was a new scandal in the news (nobody respects T.S.A., not even T.S.A.). So this November, I decided to quit this meaningless job and take a pay cut and sell retail. I get to wear a suit instead of green BDU's or an ugly uniform (the badges were fabric and sewn to the shirts, and they tried to tell us we were Federal Officers). I might not make as much as I did at my other jobs, but I feel better when I get dressed for work and I even though I'm not "protecting America" (by checking for bombs that are not there or fighting in a war against a word), I feel better about what I do. Also I'm training to join the FDNY (they really save lives). So for the first time I realized it's not the idea of work that I hate, it's the idiots that I worked for (federal jobs are under President Bush, the idiot and chief). Hopefully I can successfully build a way for me to work for myself in the next coming months, where I don't have to deal with having an idiot as a boss.

On a side note, most of my comrades from the Air Force have left the Air Force (must say something about the Air Force, or me and my friends). And T.S.A. loses 1.5 employees per day at Newark Airport where I worked. So it can't just be me, it has to be something wrong with these jobs.

Rockumentary : The Rasheed Fields Story Soundtrack

(because the soundtrack is usually better than the movie anyway)

Introduction: Comin' From Where I'm From - Anthony Hamilton

Opening Credits: The Life of a... (Gangsta) - Capone

Your Theme Song: You're Only A Customer - Jay-Z

Average Day: Queens - Pharoahe Monch

Friends: Thugz R Us - Noreaga

Theme Song for Best Friend: What U Lookin' 4 - Redman

Hanging Out: Mary Jane - Rick James

Partying with Friends: Get Up - Lost Boyz

Losing a Friend: Sometimes - Noreaga

Angry: You Gots To Chill - EPMD

Betrayed: Back Stabbers - The O' Jays

Missing Someone: Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

Flashback: Paid In Full - Eric B and Rakim

Happy Dance: Safety Dance - Men Without Hats

Romance: Lately- Stevie Wonder

Meeting Someone You Like: Come And Talk To Me - Jodeci

First Date: The Light - Pharoahe Monch

Love Scene: This Woman's Work - Maxwell

Breaking Up: Teenage Love - Slick Rick

Getting Back Together: Before I Let Go - Maze ft. Frankie Beverly

At a Dance: I Wanna be Your Man - Zapp And Roger Troutman

Later...: Nobody- Keith Sweat

Your Funeral: Heaven - Nas

The World Without You: A Change Is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke

Ending Credits: Full Of Smoke - Christion

Natural Born Killers!

Why do people act surprised when they hear racism, sexism, ageism and other forms of discrimination? Do people actually believe that discrimination died? Is it a widely believed theory that after the civil rights movement, prejudices left the American mentality? My theory is that racist became better racist, they hate you when they are not around you. But if they are pushed to show their true self, they will release that inner hater (Kramer from Seinfeld for example, or Mel Gibson). It's only so long that a person can put on an act, they'll soon run out of politically correct script. I find equality quotas (such as Affirmative Action) racist as well. They give a job, loan, scholarship, etc. to a "token" minority because of a quota. This minority may or may not be qualified, they are usually just given that position to fill a quota. So when they ask your race on an application, leave it blank, they just want to fill that quota. I personally like up-front racism, if you don't like me because I'm black, tell me, I won't feel any animosity towards you, we can even be friends. I hate a person that says they're not racist, and when you ask how many black friends they have, they tell you "six". My rule is if you count your friends and divide them by race, you're racist. I couldn't tell you how many white, Puerto Rican, Dominican, etc. friends I have (I only have black friends, just kidding), I don't count my friends to maintain a quota. My friend Jay (#2 on my friend list) and I tried to get an apartment last year. The manager of the property kept asking Jay was he a Puerto Rican (he's Italian, if you really care). And since I wasn't present, he asked Jay what ethnicity I was (I'm black if you haven't seen my pics). The manager never returned our calls. See, I've faced racism and my "white" friend faced racism (because he thought he was a Puerto Rican). But I thought hate that manager, I respect him for not throwing out his beliefs for this "pussified" America, that cries whenever they're called a "nigger", a "spic", a "guinea, "wop", "sand monkey or nigger", a "wetback", a "frost-back", "chink", "gook", a "rice nigger". "buffalo nigger" (Filipinos, look it up), "spud niggers" (Irish, you can add nigger to anything), "dago", "heeb", "hymie", "taco nigger" (damn, nigger is so versatile), "beaner, etc.. hey, don't get mad at me, I didn't invent these terms (I just use them occasionally). The worse thing about racism is that people of certain ethnic groups use these terms amongst themselves like its okay. Black people call each other "nigga", supposedly the "a" ending is different than the "er" ending. Puerto Ricans refer to each other as "spic" when they are not in the company of outsiders (outsiders means white people). My Italian friend call each other "guinea", "wop", "dago", and "guido". I know Mexicans that call each other "wetback" and "beaner". When we disrespect each other by using these terms, we invite outsiders (white people, again) to use these terms. Hey, I use the term "nigga" more than probably anybody in the world (besides Michael Richards from Seinfeld or the late Strom Thurmond), even I am trying to curb my usage. We can't expect racism to disappear overnight (or ever), but when we use these terms in each other the racist are laughing at how stupid we look and how much more smarter we make them feel. I just ask if you're going to hate, hate for a good reason. Hate me because I stole your girlfriend, or I killed your cat, or I sent your son to die in Iraq for no apparent reason, or I made an album titled "Press Play" that makes you want to press stop (I missed hating Diddy). Hate is too strong an idea to be controlled by the weak-minded of society. Lets take the hate out of the hands of the trailer park trash, the project welfare recipients, the county bumpkins in the hills, the rednecks in the valleys, the family of twelve living in a two bedroom apartment, and put it back in the hands of Rock Diggie the great. Hate is good all the time, and all the time hate is good. Hate is very intoxicating, hate responsibly.

Peace, I mean WAR!

Digital Bullet!

"Hip-Hop is Dead" will be coming out in a month, so I am in some what of a good mood. I've been in that good mood since Jay-Z announced he will make a return like Kal-El in "Kingdom Come". Then my mood just elevated completely to a new high like Raekwon on dust in ninety-four. I've heard that Ghostface Killah will be releasing "More Fish" in "Digz-ember". What else can I expect to come in this final quarter of 2006? Oh yeah, Eminem is dropping the "Re-Up" (I expect the whole album to be as good as the first single). I'm feeling a good wave coming, like the tsunami in "The Abyss". I'm not going to assume this is the comeback of New York everybody is waiting for. In the first two quarters of next year, "Cuban Linx 2" is suppose to be dropping, "Graduation 2007" will commence, "T.I. vs. TIP" will be a great fight, Saigon will finally drop, Common will be "Finding Forever", and hopefully the "Detox" will finally occur. It should be a very eventful first half of 2007. And to all my loyal fans (me, myself and I, at this moment), I'm going to be in the studio putting together my debut "Toyz For Gunz". My cousin is also working on his stuff (if you like that gangsta shit, go to "The Block Burnaz"). I'm also working on some stuff with some friends, its called "Orange Jumpsuits on Side of Highways" , its a little "alternative rap" (whatever that means). Start checking out that MySpace page in January for the music (we still working on it). Just support good music (and I don't mean Kanye), support whatever puts you in that good mood. And remember "Digz-ember" 2nd is right around the corner, I expect gifts!.

Peace, I mean WAR!

From behind my giant robot's eyes!

I had a dream the other night, not a dream, a vision. It was a vision of things to come, a vision of the end of times. I can sense a revolution starting, a rebellion of some sorts brewing throughout the world. The vision began with a child being born, this child was surrounded by vast wealth and power. The child was bred to become the leader of the world, he attended prestigious academic institutions (doing not so well there). He was given control of small companies so that he could develop leadership skills (doing not so well there). The next move to prepare the child was to make him the governor of an established land. As governor, he put some of the plebeian peoples of his land to death under the lands archaic death penalty. That was the beginning of the vision, I call that part "Dubya : The Phantom Menace". The child reigned as governor of the evil land for nearly six years. After his term as governor, he and his evil syndicate began their plans for complete domination. With the congress already controlled by their political party, it was easy for the take over to began. The dark side then began their evil rise to power, first stealing control of the executive branch of the government, then installing associates inside the judicial. The dark side now had control of the entire government and the land. They started orchestrating a war on "terror", and started a war in Iraq against the "axis of Evil". With the introduction of the Patriot Act, wire tapping of communication became a topic, so I've called this part "Dubya : Attack on the Phones". With 2004 right around the corner, came elections. I'm going to skip all that went on in this part of the vision, I just call it "Dubya : Revenge of the Shit". So the wars continued, the evil empire reigned until November 2006. The evil empire was broken up by the "rebel forces" of the Democratic Party. I've named this part "Dubya : The New Hope". With the democrats assuming power of the congress, then the most logical next part is going to be "Dubya : The Empire Strikes Back". And after the empire unleashes its plans upon the people of the world, there must finally be a revolution, a rebellion of some sorts. The only question left unanswered by my vision was, who will be the hero's in the final chapter of this story? "Dubya : Return of the ?".

Peace, I mean WAR!

Who's House!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey folks and folkettes, how was your Election Day, I hope very eventful like mine. Out here in the great state of New York, Democrats pulled off a sweeping landslide. Now' I'm not a Democrat or a Republican (I hate all politicians), I'm just happy to see a change (which isn't going to change anything). And I wake up this morning to the announcement that Rumsfeld resigned (damn, I just resigned from government duty too). So as a result of democracy in action on November 7th, America still has a incompetent driver behind the wheel. And this drunk is not going to give up the keys for another two years (vehicular manslaughter has already been committed thousands of times). But here's what I learned on Election Day, if you just vote straight down the row, you can't go wrong. Alright, I'm done with the political crap, now to the more important topic. There is only two Tuesday's left until "Kingdom Come", I don't know about everybody else but I want it now (especially since The Game comes out next Tuesday, speaking of gay dudes wearing red...). I've listen to a couple tracks off of Baby and Lil Wayne's album and I've realized that all the gay talk is probably true. I mean these dudes were kissing each other on 106 and Park just last year. Now they have this picture out on the internet, with Baby cradling Wayne's neck as the embrace for a kiss (even mobsters never do that). I have nothing against homosexuals, I have something against hypocrites. Rappers and republicans are always slamming homosexuality, yet they are always seen in some sort of homosexual scene. Be who you are, in and out of your house or don't have a public persona. I'm going to leave this one short, because I've got some television to catch up on. But I'll leave you with this last thought, if Britney and Kevin & Whitney and Bobby can't make, how are we supposed to?

Peace, I mean WAR!

The Downfall of Society!!!!

I just stumbled upon something walking around my hood today. Gay people are getting younger and younger each day. I have nothing against homosexuals, I have something against lazy children. During my youth, if a young boy was just a little feminine, he was ridiculed everyday in school. It taught him to be a tougher gay man (a homo-thug, if you will). Not in these days and times when there is the Harvey Milk School in New York City (it's to teach homosexual children they are the same by treating them different). I must repeat, I have nothing against gay people, it's all about lazy children. This Halloween, I had trick or treater's walk up to my door without costumes. In my youth, even the poorest family in town made ghost out of old bed sheets. At first I refused to give candy to children without costumes, but then I realized it wasn't there fault at all. I blame the parents for everything that goes on in this world with their children. Parents sue the schools because their kid was getting bullied. Children are stuck to their mothers nipples well into their teenage years, and that sort of child rearing is deteriorating society. When homosexual kids gets teased in school, the parent should tell them to go to school and stand up for themselves, not move them to a special school. If the black people during the civil rights movement didn't fight for their rights, where would black people be today (we're right back where we started, but that I will get into later). How do people expect their children to clean up the mess that their parents made, when the children have been so "pussified". Yes, I said "pussified", decades ago, people were getting sprayed with high power hoses and mauled by dogs. The generation that has just became adults cry at paper cuts. We must stop the further "pussification" of our society. Teach your children to go out and be a bully (like Barbara Bush taught her children), teach them to stand up for themselves (without lawsuits), and teach them to be hard (not soft and damp, e.g. "pussified"). Back in the days, people hid anything that kept them from seeming weak. They lived a life in the view of the public that was directly opposite of their life at home. But nowadays, Republican Senators that bash gay people have been coming out as gay people (how ironic). People kept their stealing, philandering, sodomizing, pedophiliac, murdering, victimizing ideals that they practice at home where they belonged, at home. We can't all have open closets, where's the mystery in that. We need to all teach our children that its okay to fit into the status quo. Teach them its okay to stand for something as long as you're man enough to die for it (like those crazy Islamic extremist). Individuality is good sometimes, but most of the time individuality leaves you in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself. It's good sometimes to roll with that Grand Ol' Party (Tuesday November 7th isn't one of those times). If you're reading this and you agree, then you probably have a little secret you're hiding. If you're reading this and you don't agree, then your friends think that your a self righteous flaming queer or a Democrat. Either way, I don't care what your kids do (as long as they don't do it on my lawn), I don't care what you do and I damn sure don't care what you say. Like the saying goes, opinions are like assholes, some wipe from the front to the back, others are sick and disgusting!

Peace, I mean WAR!(Vote And Die! Diddy says so)

I think I'm in love again! You are the prototype!

I've been searching for a while for something, I don't know what it is, but I've been searching. It's hard to find what you're looking for if you don't know what your looking for. A couple years ago I thought I found this amazing thing called love (don't let that get out and ruin my gangsta rep), but I realized it was just familiarity. I met this girl and after months of hanging out, I thought I was in love. After a while of being a sucker duck (like Nas and Jay-Z), I regained my composure and got back to my "fuck you" state, where I've been since. Then I tried to move out of that state, I went out with some chick from Georgia and it was going good, but I received a collect call from my "fuck you" state and I accepted charges. So I moved on, and went back into that suspended animation. Then I came back up top to New York and I met a couple females that were inviting, but that "fuck you" state of mind reared its head every time. Then I met this girl from New Jersey and we went out a couple times and I decided to lower my defenses (like Bush in Iraq), and that opened the flood gates. The insurgents attacked my senses and I tried to make this happen. I did all the things a good dude would and you all know the saying "good guys finish last" (I still ain't finish that race). So you know what happened next, I move back to my "fuck you" state. I frequented strip clubs to gain a false sense of closeness, I engaged in meaningless tryst to keep from letting my defenses down again. I met a female from Brooklyn, and I maintained the "fuck you" state of mind and pulled out before the bodies started dropping (Bush should learn). And right now I'm at the border of my "fuck you" state looking out at my boy that just got married and my other boy just had a kid, and where am I at. I still have a gang of my closest friend as my neighbors in our "fuck you" state, but I think it's time for a road trip out of this state. I don't know yet if love truly exists, but I'm willing to do the research now. I hope that is what I've been searching for, because if it isn't and I get stuck in a relationship, I'm going to hate myself. And my brother will probably make me the butt if his jokes. And if your a female and you're reading this, you can sign up to be a subject in my experiments, just e-mail me.

Peace, I mean WAR!

Back 2 The Essence!

Here we are again at a turning point in our culture (Hip-Hop, if it still exists somewhere besides in the mind of people born before 1983). We as a whole are at the fork in the road that we've been at before. Lets go through the history for a minute. In the late seventies in the Bronx, NY, a group of young urban people (social term for niggas and spics) in a park starting rapping over "scratched" records. Other young urban people began posting their art on trains and walls around the city. Others tried dancing to these new tunes that were being played in the parks. At that time the status quo said that this culture was just a fad, but they were proved wrong. The music became a great part of urban culture and thus with anything created it must evolve. The first traces of this music was for strictly partying, but then came a song called "The Message". With the introduction of "The Message" came the first fork in the road. The question was do we use this music to bring social awareness or do we continue partying. The culture as a whole decided to compromise and some took the road of righteousness and some continued to party, all was well. As the culture continued to grow, new participants entered the fray. With artist doing "the bomb ditty domb da dand da dang", someone needed to build up the lyricism, in enters Run-DMC. Other rappers began to "step their game up". With the evolution of more skilled emcees came Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J and others that flexed their rhyming muscles. As everyone watch these lyrical titans in Olympus (NYC), a new breed of rhyme Gods were finding a foot-hole in rap music out west. Rappers like Ice T, NWA, Too Short, and others brought a new gangsta rap form into the collective. So yet another fork we came upon, again the Hip-Hop society embraced both. At this point we have socially minded rap of all kinds from Public Enemy's revolutionary rap, to Boogie Down Productions' knowledge, as well as N.W.A.'s dark social views. Rap was wonderful and all was still good. For a while rap was gaining wider appeal and shows were formed for people to access the music videos of these rap stars, Yo MTV Rap, Rap City, Video Music Box. In the late eighties a new rap movement began in Queens, NY. With A Tribe Called Quest, the Jungle Brothers and De La Soul, the Native Tongues movement began. While during the social rap movement, many embraced their African roots and began wearing African medallions, during the Native Tongue movement, bohemian sensibilities (dressing like a homeless person) became the norm. During this time another form of rap was being discovered. Based on the Five Percenter teachings, came the Brand Nubians, Poor Righteous Teachers and others. Then like a shot in the dark in the early nineties, the producer from NWA came back with a new sound and a new voice, this voice was that of Snoop Doggy Dogg. And again we were at that fork in the road. This new West Coast rap wasn't the same as that of yesteryear, it had an infectious nature to it, it was saw that it could possibly destroy New York rap. But all that talk of New York falling off cease when a tape surfaced out of Queensbridge Houses. This wonderful tape was called "Illmatic" by Nasty ... I'm sorry, Nas. After that release New York seemed poise for a return to the past. Artist such as Buckshot, Wu-Tang Clan, Smif & Wessun and others prospered. During this time Craig Mack released "Flavor In Ya Ear(Remix)" featuring Notorious B.I.G.. B.I.G. took over NY rap in the coming years and became known as the "King of New York". All was right in the rap world. A well known rapper named Tupac starred in a movie called "Juice", his star was raising exponentially, and then a shooting occurred in Manhattan. A war of words ignited, the media divide rap music (we all know the story). Hip-Hop was at that fork once again, but out of respect for the fallen soldiers, we compromised again. Rappers like Jay-Z, Snoop, and Nas flourished, new rappers entered the game and there was the emergence of the south. Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Geto Boyz became popular groups in society. But all of a sudden as things were looking right, Notorious B.I.G.'s producer Puffy decided to "take hits from the eighties". He ignited the Jiggy Era in Hip-Hop, this era saw reinventions (Jigga Jay-Z, Nas Escobar) as well as new arrivals. Entered into the battle royal was Ma$e, the Lox (yeah they weren't D Block gangsta's then). The Jiggy Era was the opening that Cash Money Records was looking for, and with them "Bling, Bling" became a household term. Hip-Hop was not right at all, we were again at that fork. Some wanted to take the righteous road and most wanted the money that came with the Jiggyness, the majority won, and thus the downfall began. Since 1996 we have been bombarded by commercial Jiggy rap music and then rap music with substance has been deemed "Underground Rap" as if it is substandard. It has been ten years, and over these ten years we have seen the Midwest join the melee, Jiggyness reach the point of over-indulgence, and commercialism of a culture make the culture implode. So now the "true" Hip-Hop followers have become agitated by the destruction of their culture, and again we've reached that fork in the road. Now we've turned off the radio like Dead Prez said and watch "Old Skool" videos on YouTube.com. We sit at home waiting to hear that little glimmer of hope, wishing that someone would return rap to the state it was before Diddy destroyed it. We look at new rappers to fill the void, hoping a Kanye, a Lupe, a Saigon could bring Hip-Hop back. Or we wait for those legends of yore, a Nas, a Jay-Z, an Eminem, or a Ghostface to bring the love back. But I figured it all out, like Whitney once said, (not crack is whack) the children are the future. Lets smack the Dip Set CD's out of their hands and replace them with Big Daddy Kane. We must start from the ground up again and restore rap to the great urban event it was. In the words of Jay-Z, rap is at a standstill and we need an event album to restore the greatness. For my last word, to repeat Talib Kweli, "Listen".

Peace, I mean WAR!

Talk Is Cheap!

It's funny how Republicans say John Kerry was trying to say the troops are dumb, when Sen. Kerry was once a soldier in the military. I am ashamed as an former soldier in the military every time I hear Bush defending the military, he never showed up. And if everybody is so for the war in Iraq, why aren't they signing up to join the military and go to Iraq. Don't say you support something and then you don't back up your words. See, unlike the "crazy Islamic extremist" the troops are fighting, Americans truly won't die for a belief. I don't side with the extremist, I just believe you have to look at the history of the people they represent. Did you know Israel was ruled by Muslims before the Crusades (that includes Palestine, Jordan, The Gaza strip, etc.). Theodor Herzl, an Austrian Jew (European, not of Hebrew Descent, meaning not of true lineage to the holy people of biblical times), started the Zionist Movement in the early 1900's. These so-called chosen people called for a Jewish State and decided to move into the preoccupied territory the Palestinians are fighting for. So Europeans came to a land not theirs and took over (sounds familiar, America and the Native Americans for example). Furthermore, Reagan went to bed with the Iranian government and sold them weapons to fund the Contra Guerillas in Nicaragua. This was after Hezbollah in Iran took hostages from an American Embassy. So President Reagan funded America's enemy to fight another American enemy (one that disrupted the American governments drug trade). Jimmy Carter supplied Iraq with weapons to fight Iran in the Iraq-Iran war which went from 1980 to 1988 (President Reagan took office in 1981). So during the Iraq-Iran War, America supported both sides, while Iran built up arms that they traded with Soviet governments and Saddam Hussein gassed the Kurds and put plans into motion to attack Kuwait. In my opinion, the American government is to blame for creating most of the "Axis of Evil". And president George W. Bush is the worst example of a president putting his own feelings above the common good of the people. In September of 2002 at a fundraiser in Houston, TX, Bush said "After all this is the guy who tried to kill my dad." Is my brother-in-law and some of my friends in Iraq because Saddam tried to kill his dad and not because of 9-11, or WMD's, or Saddam's ties with Al Qaeda (among the other bullshit excuses this administration has come up with). Oh, and I can go and quote history facts about why America is responsible for Al Qaeda, and Hezbollah, the PLO, Saddam Hussein's rise to power, the Khadafi's power, as well as other things that currently have young American's dying in the Middle East. So if you feel like me and don't care which dumb politician screws up America, instead of voting on Tuesday go out and buy the Gnarls Barkley Deluxe Edition, Jim Jones (just kidding), The Transformers Movie 20th Anniversary Edition, or the Peter Frampton Colour Collection. Nah, I'm just kidding, I'll wait 'til November 21 when Kingdom Come drops and I'll go make sure Hillary Clinton gets another term as Senator.

Peace, I mean WAR! (like President Bush)

The Great Equalizer!

Sen. John Kerry has got new beef stewing with the White House gangstas. he told a group of California students on Monday that those unable to navigate the country's education system "get stuck in Iraq."(to me sounds like a shot at Bush, him not being a good student and leading America into this bullshit war.) President Bush responded by saying "The members of the United States military are plenty smart and they are plenty brave and the senator from Massachusetts owes them an apology." This is sad, the elections are only days away and this idiots are trading school yard insults. Even though I hate Bush almost as much as I hate Diddy, I have to agree with him, the troops are plenty smart and brave (guess that's why he never showed up), and Kerry should apologize to all the brave troops that ever joined the military. He should start with himself, move to the current troops, and finish with the veterans (such as myself, I'll take money in lieu of an apology). I also have to agree with Kerry, Bush is a sad excuse for a leader, getting America stuck in another war that will never end (war on terrorism, about as winnable as the wars on drugs and poverty). So, everybody when you go into that booth and vote next Tuesday, vote with your ass and not your brain. Because to pick a politician you have to think like a politician, just pull an idea out of your ass and run with it. And Sen. Kerry, we all know you meant no malice towards the troops (but please stop talking, there will be no Kerry in 2008). In this bipartisan America, (and now for me to use the title of this blog entry) the Great Equalizer is stupidity. And on a more important note, Bob Barker is retiring. This man has been an icon for thirty five years on the Price is Right. What will daytime game shows be like without Mr. Barker (we all wish Press Your Luck was still on [No Whammy, No Whammy, No Whammy]).

Peace, I mean WAR!

EGO (Sorry I had to put this on my blog.)

I Am....that dude.

I Want....the world in the palm of my hands.

I Have....the greatest gift in the world, my family.

I Wish.....I was a more responsible person.

I Hate.....stupidity, I can tolerate ignorance, hate stupidity.

I Fear......this world will be ending soon.

I Hear......the people talking, whispering while I'm walking.

I Search.....for a job on the internet.

I Wonder......if we'll ever truly see salvation (moment of reflection).

I Regret......not being a better son to my mother.

I Love.......my family, it's all real in the Fields.

I Ache.......to gain wisdom.

I Always......stay fresh, dressed like a million bucks.

I Usually........Take All Niggas Garment (I [W]U Tang)

I Am Not.........a follower.

I Dance........the Safety Dance. "We can dance if we want to. We can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance, well, they're no friends of mine!"

I Sing..........the song that doesn't end, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. And they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that doesn't end, yes........

I Never..........stop rhyming.

I Rarely............stop rhyming.

I Cry...........because I'm laughing so hard at you.

I Am Not Always..........sleep. Just most of the time.

I Lose...........myself in the music. The moment you own it, you better never let it go. You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo.

I'm Confused..........about things that come out of President George W. Bush's mouth.

I Need...........a hour, plus a pen and a pad.

I Should............stop typing now, because none of this makes sense.

True Definition of a Warrior!

It's a windy Wednesday in late October, I sit in front of television in Queens, New York, and it hits me all of a sudden. Hip-Hop is officially dead and I'm not even mourning, I'm actually happy to see Hip-Hop die. And for the first time since I realized there was "No Way Out" in 1997, I can't blame Diddy. No, I'm going to have to blame myself and the rest of rap music listeners. We let the terrorist win this battle without even fighting back, all we did was snap our fingers and lean back. For the past few months I've been sticking my head in the sand like an ostrich, I've been ignoring the current state. I fell back to the early nineties and late eighties, and let the terrorist run amok in the rap industry. Instead of asking the so-called "certified gangsters" what they were doing to my music, instead of questioning the integrity of dudes that tattoo butterflies for their family and cover it up later, instead of questioning why Diddy's album is better than Lloyd Banks', we all embraced the past, giving up on the future.

At work a while ago, this young "niglet" argue to me how Lil Wayne is better than Jay-Z, Rakim, Kane, Nas, etc. (how preposterous). A "Blood" in New Jersey tried to tell me that every member of the Diplomats was better than Nas and Jay-Z. Some kid tried to tell me rap is better now than it was in the early nineties (Cuban Linx is better than any album in the past five years). When I challenged their statements, they just let rhymes about thugging, selling drugs, gun busting, gangsterisms and other nonsense the rappers they listen to know nothing about. Not that I respect gangsterism (I listen to G-Unit though), I respect it coming from somebody that put in that work. How does a dude that's been rapping since eleven, twelve have time to become a drug kingpin? How did Cam'ron go from playing basketball with Mase, to being a General in a Blood organization? And if every rapper in Atlanta was in the trap, who was buying the drugs? Whatever happened to just being who you are?
So I say we (all the pure Hip-Hop heads) let Hip-Hop rest in peace and use our creativity to invent something new. The culture is crying for us to reinvent it.

In the words of Talib Kweli -"Nowadays rap artists coming half-hearted /Commercial like pop, or underground like black markets / Where were you the day hip-hop died? / Is it too early to mourn? Is it too late to ride?"

Peace, I mean WAR!

Guess it's Just the Theory of Man!

I want ya'll to vibe with me for a moment (see the reference to Jay-Z). Just imagine a world without war, famine, plague, etc. Okay, now ask yourself "how do we obtain this?" (good question). Now imagine a world where everybody had enough sense to, as the kids would say, be "rubber" and let the words bounce off of them. On October 2, a gunman shoots people in Amish Country, PA (Lancaster). The family of the victims forgives the gunman, now how many of us could say we would do the same. Two people come forward to reveal prisoner abuse in Guantanamo Bay, and they were silenced. I don't believe that nobody knew it was going on, people turn away from what's going on. I've figured out how to bring about world peace, destroy the future by bringing back the past. Television and the internet connect people to things they never would have seen without them. After being exposed to the horrors of the world so young, we have been desensitized to violence and everything else happening in the world. Because information is so easily access without actual thinking, people have also been stupefied and dumbed down. Don't think so, just read some of the e-mails and post on MySpace.com. You know stupidity is the norm when immigrants go onto television and argue against allowing immigration (yeah American's of European, African, Asian, anyone besides the Native Americans that were slaughtered are immigrants). My brother worked at an after school program, and these kids could tell you things they should never know about sex, drugs, crimes, and various "adult" subjects, but they can't tell you a damn thing about the "three R's" (reading , (w)riting, (a)rithmatic: damn, the teacher that made that up was pushing it). I say we learn from the Amish and shield our children (our future) from the world. That way when they see horrors, they will treat them as such, instead of treating horrors like normal everyday life. Lets protect our children from the genocides in Africa, the natural resource shortages worldwide, the wars raging in the Middle East, and the plague known as Diddy. Hopefully by hiding from them and shocking them with it later (except Diddy, hide him forever) their fresh outlook on the subjects will bring about a change (unlike their stupid parents that ruined it for them). Maybe I'm just a little delusional from staring at a television all day and scrolling on a mouse all night.

Peace, I mean WAR!

Law & Order : Criminal Intent

I've been questioning the meaning of life in the past couple of weeks (since I quit my job and haven't had much to do). I've been reading up on philosophy, religion, astronomy, astrology, numerology, etc. I've been trying to turn the dial on the camera I'm holding, trying to get my life in focus (hope you like the metaphor). Life is a riddle that hasn't been answered, and I must find the answer to it. I want to know why is love more respectable than hate, when hate is probably more powerful? Why is perfection so desirable, when nothing is perfect except for the continuance of imperfection (think about that)? Why do we as a people continue to contradict ourselves? If love and peace is what we are aiming for, why do we promote hate and war? I know a lot of people aren't going to agree with my religious beliefs, but to each his own. Why if God, Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh, etc, is everywhere, all of the time why do I need to go a certain place to pray or pray at a certain time or on a certain day? And if (I'm going to use God for all from here on) God is perfect, why is there so many different religions? God should have used his "all mighty" title to keep everyone under the same God (Exo. 20:5). Why is human life worth more in certain parts of the world than in others? Why are humans in control of this planet, when they are not that responsible? I have so many more questions that I am searching for answers to, but with every question answered comes more questions. Which leads me to a great quote, "Asking yourself these deeper questions opens up new ways of being in the world. It brings in a breath of fresh air. It makes life more joyful. The real trick of life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery." by physicist Fred Alan Wolf.

Peace, I mean WAR!

The Nation!

Whatever happened to the Five Percenter Nation of Gods and Earths, where's the Nation of Islam been, what's the deal with the NAACP, whatever happened to the Black National Anthem. It's sort of like Black people forgot about black people. Even though we have African Americans in high positions (American Express, Merrill Lynch, Oprah, the CEO of Hip-Hop Shawn Carter, and Diddy), we still have not reach complete equality. This government is trying to get rid of Mexicans, who do you think is next (and I can't live in hot ass Africa). I understand that we've came pretty far in over four hundred years, but if Hurricane Katrina is any evidence, then evidently we didn't come far enough. Latinos and African Americans are at war in Los Angeles and most of us are worried about if Jay-Z and Beyonce getting married or what new dance they doing in Atlanta. And speaking of Atlanta, wasn't that suppose to be a Black Mecca, it now seems like a breeding ground of buffoonery. I'm from New York, so I've visited the home of the Black renaissance, Harlem, and it's sad to see young people gang banging and emulating rappers that don't care about them. And when I travel to suburban, mainly Caucasian neighborhoods I see the same self destructive attitudes and actions. Me, myself I can't say I'm improving the conditions either, but I'm trying. But forget about the first few lines of this manifesto, this isn't about African Americans, this is about Americans as a whole. There are terrorist out there looking to destroy us, and I don't mean radical Islamics, I'm talking about radical Americans. I have friends and family in Iraq (what it is, Oba), I was almost in Iraq, dying over somebody lying. We can't let them get away with this. The youth of America is dying slowly, the future of Africa is being slaughtered in genocides, the youth of South and Central America are starving and being abused, the same things are going on around the world ( except Canada, what's up with that). Holy wars are being fought, in the end we are going to all lose. And to end on the most dangerous threat to our world, on October 17th of this year, Diddy will release Press Play, which will most likely deteriorate the youth of the world's minds (he has a nice joint with Nas though).

Peace, I mean WAR!

The Crossover!

For anybody that doesn't know me, I'm going to let you know I'm a hip-hop head or as the commercial rap listeners call us "backpacker". I don't consider myself a backpacker, I just like good music. Occasionally I listen to 50 Cent and the G Unit (Queens is the foundation) and other "commercial" rappers (its okay to party instead of thinking). But for the last couple of days I've been trying to "find" myself as a hip-hop head. So I've been embracing the true school of hip-hop, and digging into the crates, so to speak, reliving the late 80's to mid 90's (before what we call the "Jiggy Era / Bling Bling Phase"). While all my fellow hip-hop heads await Only Built for Cuban Linx 2 and Hip Hop is Dead (also title of G Unit Radio 23, Diddy Sucks), I've took it upon myself to listen to sure hits and classics. I feel old watching BET and MTV, these young whipper-snappers don't know good music. So, all my hip-hop heads, lets go to YouTube and check the Boot Camp, Def Squad / Hit Squad, Wu-Tang, Rakim, Nasty Nas (not Escobar), Big Daddy Kane, Kool G Rap and all the pioneers from the good times before Diddy.

Peace, I mean WAR!

In Search Of...

Everyday when I awaken from my sleep, I awaken to the realization that we as a people have lost ourselves. I'm not talking about a spiritual lost (cause I'm the biggest heathen in the world), or a cultural lost (is it that important to remember some of our ancestors were slave owners or murderers), no I realized we lost ourselves mentally. What the hell is wrong with us, we can't do anything that's remotely sane anymore. Why are people so concerned with the terrorist overseas, when there are plenty living right here. Or a better question, why worry about the Mexican border so much, when most the terrorist came across the Canadian border or lived here already. I mean, as a veteran (yeah right, I got kicked out) I know that the military is led by idiots, but these idiots got into these positions because of other idiots. Now ask yourself how did these idiots get into those positions, well they were elected by idiots. The idiots who elected them are old folks that are too senile to understand politics and young folks who get their political information from P. Diddy (Vote and Die!). Its not that we're a nation that born idiots, its that we are a nation that teaches our children to embrace idiocy. We teach our children that it's okay to be mediocre, it's okay to not have ambition, we teach our children not to excel. Even the media outlets have been drastically dumbed-down, I've resorted to getting my news from the BBC (I've realized British people are idiots, but not as asinine as us) and Comedy Central (Stephen Colbert is a genius). The youth of America have substituted pop figures as icons (if my cousin apes Lil' Wayne anymore, I'll kill someone). I know I'm not the most sophisticated person in the world, but as my mother often said "Do as I say, not as I do". Hopefully our children's children won't have to live through tragedies like 9-11, Katrina, the 2nd Iraq War, as well as another Bush Administration. Albert Einstein said "Only two things are infinite: the universe and stupidity, and I'm not sure about the universe". Bill Cosby said "A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones that need the advice". A poet I admire (I don't idolize men, I am a genius myself) said "I make Big Pimpin' or Give It To Me, one of those, they held me as the greatest writer of the 21st century. I make some thought provoking shit, y'all question whether he's falling off." - Sir Shawn "Jay-Z" Carter. When you offer stupidity and idiocy, people will eat it, the truth is just a little tougher to swallow.

Peace, I mean WAR!

Lowered Expectations

Is it just me, but does everyone in the world look for unattainable, crazy goals in their lives. I'm not talking about having a mansion, a luxury automobile, or a yacht, those are very attainable (just ask P Diddy). The unattainable goals I'm talking about is the perfect mate, the perfect family, you know anything perfect. To be human is to err, so how can anybody expect anybody else to be perfect. Everybody has a fault, and I mean everybody. For instance, take Beyonce, a lot of men consider her perfect, but I used to work in the airport, screening bags, and her panties had tread marks in them. Take your family for example, I'm sure there is a drunken uncle somewhere or an insane aunt up your family tree. So I've embraced my family being a little left of the sanity meter, hell, I am. I've embrace the fact that Alicia Keys probably has some beat up ass toes or something. I've stopped shooting for perfect, but unlike most of my friends (they shoot for easy) I'm shooting for damn near close to perfect. I'm dead sexy and I can never settle for a girl that ain't as sexy as the God!

P.S. : Beyonce, its all good, I had streaks in my drawers before. I still love you baby!

Peace, I mean WAR!

What Is Up With That?

So I'm from the "hood" (Far Rockaway, Queens stand up), and being from the "hood" I'm constantly surrounded by ignorance or as we call them "niggas". Now don't get it twisted, I'm not calling African-Americans "niggas", we got Puerto Rican "niggas", Dominican "niggas", Caucasian "niggas", a virtual cornucopia of "niggas" (not many Asian "niggas" though, for some reason). Okay I think I used the word "nigga" enough! Now to the point I was trying to make. Everyday when I walk out of my front door its the same scene. Young men in white tee's long enough to be considered a dress, fifteen and sixteen year old mothers, young girls dressed like strippers (she's only five for God's sake, Latoya), welfare recipients with cars and clothes better than mine (alright the cars are better, but the God stays fly), and the top "hood" sighting, a fat broad wearing an outfit that her hot skinny friend shouldn't even wear (take that damn halter top off Lakeisha). I feel sorry for the kids in the suburbs that watch BET and emulate this sad existence we live in. I mean I owned a couple "d-boy uniform" shirts, I done gave a couple fifteen and sixteen year olds the "bidness" (when I was sixteen, my name isn't Uncle Vito[Viva La Bam]), and I believe fat girls need love too (not from the God though). But please can we all come to an understanding and tone down the "hood". When you drive your Lexus that you paid for with illegitimate funds, please turn the P. Diddy down (turn the Dip Set off). When you mothers take your kid out the house, put some clothes on her (no more kids outside with only diapers). Excuse me fat girl, yeah you, that outfit wasn't made for you, that's why they have Ashley Stewart and Lane Bryant for. And to the young mothers, close your legs you "slore" (that's slut / whore, for the Dee Dee Dee's). In closing, I hope that we can come together when we need to, not just when the "man" screws us over.

P.S.- Um, "niggas" bandanas are for cowboys, I don't see no horses in Brooklyn (except that girl in the club last night), so put the soldier rag on the floor and back away slowly (you "niggas" know the routine).

Peace, I mean WAR!

Great Hov!

As I sit here this morning watching MTV, I ponder the next turn for the almost dead "Hip-Hop" culture (Nas' new album coming soon). I was wondering is every rapper from Atlanta a version of Young Jeezy or a version of T.I.. Is every New York / East coast rapper in a set like Juelz Santana (Jim Jones on YouTube). Why do all Houston rappers rhyme about sipping Lean and rocking grills with the exception of Chamillionaire (where's Scarface when we need him). Why is everybody dancing, what is Hyphy, why are they leaning and rocking and please put down the chicken noodle soup (I'll take the soda). I was glancing at a Smack DVD and I realized that every "underground" New York cat proclaims to be the second coming of Jay-Z (his album coming soon). Does Fat Joe still believe he is the savior of New York rap? Is 50 Cent co-executive producing everybody's album this year (Lil Scrappy, Freeway and LL Cool J)? On a reggae note, why does Sean Paul do the same dance in every video? And if Justin Timberlake is bringing "Sexy Back", then I presume ProActiv didn't preserve Diddy's sexy. I need everybody reading this in the New York / New Jersey area to watch the Bridge on channel 25 on Friday or Saturday at 11:00pm or Thursday at 9:00pm. This could help us resuscitate this ailing genre of music. Oh yeah, everybody help Diddy preserve his sexy and moisturize his situation by purchasing a bootleg of "Press Play" and tossing it out of your car window driving down your nearest highway.

Peace, I mean WAR!