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Posted: February 21, 2016 in Uncategorized

I feel ferocious. My veracity of late, has gnawed away at the crusts of my apparent fortitude. I feel raw. It seems that this

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Posted: February 21, 2016 in Uncategorized

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You Know Them Stakes

Posted: June 30, 2013 in Uncategorized

Once again yours truly had to facilitate some sort of cultural intervention.

Here we have a prime example of a message intended for a specific audience, but not geared to educate those outside of that target audience.

This ambiguous Facebook post refers indirectly to a state of mind. It imbues the aptly cultured with a sense of nostalgia. It places the speaker in a pseudo-socio-cultural realm of existence. Readers are being invited into this space, but must journey there on their own. ~ Let’s not unmask this too much. My point is that |

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has layers.

Stakes Is High

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I couldn’t let homeslice hang from the balls like that. And by homeslice, I mean both the speaker and the first respondent. Since there is no apparent context to the utterance, the speaker seems grammatically inept to the first respondent. The first respondent, however, doesn’t have a grasp on the speaker’s frame of reference. Once again we have a cultural impasse. See how I handled it:

You know them stakes is high

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Boom

Here’s that thumbnail again. Click on it to unearth some of the culture behind it:

Stakes is High album cover

Click on the image to read the Wiki.

De Laaaaaaaaa. That’s that ’96 era dopeness. Eish.

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De La Soul. That’s where it’s at.

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I’ve had some pretty kewl super fun times at the office, but I’ll be moving on from here. Rather than have a super lame dreary farewell, I decided to put my foro-shop skills to the test.

Y U go PEE?

Office Staff

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King of Bling

King Of Bling

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Busted

Looking At What?

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Recognise

Nice Black Jacket

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Office Gangsterism

Wacky office Photo

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Scientol…

Armpit Massacre

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Ermagherd

Yay Office

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It’s been real

Crazy office Styles

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Psh

Nose Picker

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Thanks for making my time at the office so kewl. Ciao.

*I’m probably gonna edit this page. Just wanted y’all to get the gist before the day is done 🙂

Oh yes! Check out Saajida’s blog.

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Posted: April 21, 2013 in Uncategorized

Talk about dopeness. That was just the preface to what I would call an important contribution to the perception of us people, blessed with melanin. I’m just saying, though.

The Album: W.A.R. (We are renegades)

Artist: Pharoahe Monch

We Are Renegades

What makes this album so great? It’s a testament to rebuking authority. It is a testament to higher ground. It is a testament to breaking stereotypes. It is a testament to the ability of hip hop as a medium that participates and invokes constructive meaningful dialogue. It is a testament to growth.

The man has something to say. He has something to portray. I am deliberately veering away from the specifics, because I believe that the project speaks for itself.

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Waddup waddup bloggy dogs. I’ve been sleeping of late, so it’s no surprise that news of Aesop‘s forthcoming Ep only reached my ears last week. Actually, it’s not just his. He’s part of a crew called “The Uncluded”. That’s a pretty dope name. It suggests that they’ve been actively not included (different from being excluded) from a place/space where they do belong. Whether this is their own doing or someone else’s has yet to be determined. Perhaps we’ll never know. We’re gonna have to wait for the EP, I guess. That’s Aesop though. I’m always tapering off the layers from his work. It takes time, but when Aesop Rock does deliver, it’s worth the wait.

Courtesty of Scott Marceau

Courtesty of Scott Marceau

Prior to his unclusive move, Aesop blessed us with a brilliantly mind-boggling Skelethon in 2012. 5 years prior to that we heard None Shall Pass. This proclivity for infrequent releases of new material and Aesop’s decidedly niche audience are both are partly to blame for A$ap Rocky not even realising that there was already someone on the scene with a similar name ~ I’m a fan of Live.Love.ASAP, but that’s as much as I’m willing to declare at this point. Aesop is as evasive with new material as he is with easily interpretive work.

Enough rambling already. We’ve established that Aesop has been around for a minute, remains relatively elusive to mainstream pop culture and that he’s part of a duo at the moment. The other half of The Uncluded is Kimya Dawson. I’m not too privy on her happenings, but based on the video below, I can say that I’m pretty darn excited to see what they’re going to come up with.

As usual, Aesop does his part to take the vocals to another level. Good luck breaking them down. Enthusiasts are going to have a field day with this one. Even Kimya manges to hold her own. She brings that Juno soundtrack vibe to the table.

Sorry about cutting this short. I’m being hauled off to N1 City Mall for some last minute shopping 😥 To find out more about The Uncluded and other reputable releases, visit the Rhymesayers website.

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Without a doubt, I should have been urging myself to board the train of thought. It’s been beckoning, yet I could not write it. Only thing is… I could. It was there for the penning. It always has been.

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I could have. I should have, but…

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What’s an excuse, really? I will not applaud my avoidance of escapism. I shall laud it. I shall wear it as I have the misfortunes of the rugged, as I have the opportunities of the lost.

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May your pride sink into the spittle flooding your throat.

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To write. To live. To Breathe. To Feel. I missed that euphoric escape. I missed losing myself and channelling the conveyances. How lacking in fabric this is. Yet, I have an ingrained sense of integrity that renders this piece lofty.

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You and I are the lechers of texts…

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Booya.

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Warrup warrup! I bring ye the gift of motivation. I bring you the gift of inspiration.

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 Get up. Get out and do something.

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Nay my peoples, I am not talking about Macy Gray. Entering the arena, we have Big K.R.I.T. The number that we have in mind is “Boobie Miles”. I kid you not.

So, I don’t think this dude is the dopest emcee out there, but I like the message of this particular track: never give up. It’s friggin dope. The visuals reinforce this considerably.

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 The only di[fference] between a winner and a loser is that a winner plays until he wins.

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That’s the message and the money today. See your ish through to the end. The production is superb. That saxophone threatens to steal the show though. A buddy of mine, Complex Individual, loves the chilled stuff, and he would agree undoubtedly. The visuals are also crisp. Homie has extended the message to the visuals too. All of the imagery seems to reflect this determination or add to the integrity of the track. Stay in your lane. Stay focus. You need that “Eye of the tiger”, man. A sprinter only looks at the finish line.

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Eye of the Tiger

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Loving his “champion” tee though. The other notable would be:

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If it do[es]n’t touch my Soul, I can’t listen to it.

I need to start printing my own tees. Without further ado:

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Peace.

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~ whether it’s to gauge how far we have ascended or merely stand in awe, it seems as though we readily fix our gazes on all but where we want to be.

Don’t be a slacker

Peace.

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Zef to death,

 or death to Zef?

That ninja chap. I don’t know man. Actually, I do, but I’d like to reserve my judgement for the time being. Let me not spill my guts. You are all about to journey on an enlightening path. Do step with me for a bit.

You know that Enter the Ninja track blew my mind. I had just got going with the semi electronic vibes and boom, we had it. Steady production and a super dope video to match. On we go.

The Zef is official, man. Homie tapped into a market. Waddy created a nice little market space for himself. He used the DA approach in the Western Cape. Use the race factor, then once you’ve garnered enough support and momentum, stick a big stick up the people’s bum. More on this later.

I do believe there was conflict about the crediting of the video. Ninja woefulyl accepted all the credits, but refused to acknowledge, the funds and creative talent invested from elsewhere into the vid. Exactly who the parasite is, has yet to be determined. I think you can figure that out for yourselves.

Anyways. Who is this caucasian guy rapping in an Afrikaans style that is quite similar to Cape Flats hip hop? This English speaking guy claims to have grown up “zef”. That’s his story, but do take it with a pinch of salt. The boy needed some many-phat-raps credibility, so he headed off to Mitchell’s Plain to get a brown stamp of approval. Isaac Mutant is the man, ek se. Homie is a critical minded individual. However, I don’t know what possessed him and his posse to appear alongside The Answer. Now our Ninja is legit ek, se.

The Zef is official now. Homie  is signing million dollar deals with Jimmy Iovine. That’s big, man. Props.

Let’s get back to the matter at hand. Now that he’s played the race card, he needs to ante it up because well, it’s zef to death. And we all know that zef is dying. Homie jumps on the mic and starts saying the not so cool N-word and F-word on the same song. Cummon Waddy! The desperation is seeping out of your pores. What’s he gonna do next?

Let’s check out homie on the new album and he’s suddenly “actually black”. Not only that, but he goes so far to say that he’s the “white [K-word]”. Is this dude actually for real? It’s therefore no surprise that Interscope wanted to get more involved. Cut a long story short, Interscope is no longer zef.

I used to dig this crew. I must have been high ~ not that I ever do get high ~ anymore ~ whatever.

So what happens when the wash off tattoos won’t wash off and the music doesn’t sell? I’m sure the Zef will find some other way to get that moola. We’ll see how the indie world treats them.

Canibus spoke of the hypenitis:

Ninja got it bad. Anyways. It seems racism is very much ripe. Ninja’s “rainbow nation” where everyone freely uses the N-word and F-word seems quite a stretch away. What surprises me is that Die antwoord have been able to cultivate a space that allows them to become racially and homophobically  provocative with little or no reproach. The logic of the scenario here is that once one has established a relationship of sorts with an individual of a particular group, then one is able to pass on all sorts of derogatory statements under the guise of pleasantries. Familiarity breeds impunity, I guess.

Peace, I’ve got to bounce. I’m sitting in the future here, so this counts as a post for Thursday. I shan’t be choking any chickens just yet.

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