It seems every year one crew makes it's move to takeover the industry. From the Juice Crew to the BDP Connection. EPMD had a killer roster and ruled for a little while. The QB crew to Death Row to the Hieroglyphics to Wu-Tang (The Shaolin Posse aka Tha Killa Beez) to Bad Boy to Rocafella to G-Unit to the newest crew to make a major move - Dipset.
It begins with Killa Cam aka Camron. Cam had basically laid back and watched the industry and it's moves. The Dipset movement began with the Taliban and evolved while Cam was making like a capo over at Rocafella. The Dipset Movement has the streets on fire. They have a plan. G-Unit wanna shine? Go 'head, do you. Jay and Nas wanna battle? We'll get in it because we down with Rocafella but when that didn't pan out, it's like peace between Uptown and the QB was restored.
How fast the game can change. Let's keep it real, 50 and da Unit might have the newest blueprint, but really, are they holdin' down the streets like they were a year ago? Seems to me it all sounds the same. Not sayin' it ain't hot, but it all sounds the same. With the exception of a hungry Spider-Loc and a rejuvinated Lloyd Banks (check "Born Alone, Die Alone" on the Get Rich Or Die Tryin' soundtrack and tell me Banks ain't spittin fire. I don't know who, but somebody done lit a fire under Banks' ass. This is the Banks I remember from mixtapes when he shelled the industry with underground napalm.) the Unit is sounding pretty standard. And I just don't see them holdin' down the streets like they were. That belongs to the new crew with a Trump-Like Plan A - Dipset.
Dipset don't fall back. They bring heat. Let's see - need a teen sex symbol - Juelz Santana. He's just what the doctor ordered. Can bring heat to a mike, knows his position, and right now is beloved by both the 106 & Park and TRL crews. I have to admit, first time I heard Juelz, I wasn't impressed. But, damn it since "Mic Check" he hasn't been as consistent as a LeBron jumper.
Then there is the Capo of Capos. The O.G. - Jim Jones. Jim Jones gets love from every real nigga alive today. Real recognize real. A straight up workaholic, Jim Jones is the lynchpin for the Dipset. Cam might lead, but Jones is the street heat and buisness man. His "Diary" CD is a certified underground hall of famer. Then the whole crew buzzed it up with "More Than Music Volume One." Be on the lookout for rap descendent of Kool G Rap, Hell Rell.
And they're subtly gearing for war. I'm tellin you - it's a Dipset Takeover for '06. You have been warned.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Mudbone's gone....
December 1st, 1940. Peoria, Illinois.
God created the funniest man to grace the planet Earth.
Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor.
If you never got the chance to see Richard live, you missed out on one of the most life-altering experinces to grace the world today. You see, Richard was much more than a comedian.
He was a visionary.
He was a storyteller. And oh, the stories he would tell. He could take you to wherever he was at, and make you see it with just words. You would believe you were standing right next to him witnessing whatever event he was speaking on. Richard could do that. And then, he could take the saddest, most tragic story and transform it into something wonderful.
He would make you laugh about it.
Yes, he would.
In the face of tragedy, of utter despair, Richard Pryor could make you laugh. Not giggle. Laugh. Laugh so hard, you had stomach cramps. Laugh so long, you couldn't catch your breath. Some have stated they didn't know what was worst: taking a gut shot from Muhammed Ali or Richard Pryor on a roll. It has been agreed upon that both would knock you down to one knee, at least.
Richard could make you cry, be angry and laugh at the same time. Physically, this should be impossible, but for Richard - it was easy. Too easy. It led him on a self-destructive path with us in the passenger seat. And when we thought all was finally at peace with the funniest man alive, God dealt a cruel hand.
Richard Pryor had MS.
And, still he was funny. And poignant. And relevant. And real.
He could act. I mean, "straight" roles. Like, "Lady Sings The Blues". Don't ever take his humor for lack of sense. Richard was the epitome of talent and the epicenter of common sense. And now the world is a much sadder place. It's like someone took a part of every human being's funny bone and shortened it just a little.
I would say more but what else needs to be said?
Our brother has left us. Our brother is gone.
Richard Pryor died December 10th, 2005, just days after his 65th birthday. I can hear him now - "Okay, God - what? Didn't want me to get that SS check after all, huh?"
Mudbone is gone.
He died with a smile on his face.
God created the funniest man to grace the planet Earth.
Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor.
If you never got the chance to see Richard live, you missed out on one of the most life-altering experinces to grace the world today. You see, Richard was much more than a comedian.
He was a visionary.
He was a storyteller. And oh, the stories he would tell. He could take you to wherever he was at, and make you see it with just words. You would believe you were standing right next to him witnessing whatever event he was speaking on. Richard could do that. And then, he could take the saddest, most tragic story and transform it into something wonderful.
He would make you laugh about it.
Yes, he would.
In the face of tragedy, of utter despair, Richard Pryor could make you laugh. Not giggle. Laugh. Laugh so hard, you had stomach cramps. Laugh so long, you couldn't catch your breath. Some have stated they didn't know what was worst: taking a gut shot from Muhammed Ali or Richard Pryor on a roll. It has been agreed upon that both would knock you down to one knee, at least.
Richard could make you cry, be angry and laugh at the same time. Physically, this should be impossible, but for Richard - it was easy. Too easy. It led him on a self-destructive path with us in the passenger seat. And when we thought all was finally at peace with the funniest man alive, God dealt a cruel hand.
Richard Pryor had MS.
And, still he was funny. And poignant. And relevant. And real.
He could act. I mean, "straight" roles. Like, "Lady Sings The Blues". Don't ever take his humor for lack of sense. Richard was the epitome of talent and the epicenter of common sense. And now the world is a much sadder place. It's like someone took a part of every human being's funny bone and shortened it just a little.
I would say more but what else needs to be said?
Our brother has left us. Our brother is gone.
Richard Pryor died December 10th, 2005, just days after his 65th birthday. I can hear him now - "Okay, God - what? Didn't want me to get that SS check after all, huh?"
Mudbone is gone.
He died with a smile on his face.
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