ZIF Video Of The Week: Janelle Monae: Cold War

Only a face this pure and voice this soothing can make a video like this work…

Hate to say it, but Janelle Monae is the real deal, that’s 1 point for P Diddy. That makes two points for Sean Combs, if you’re counting.

Dutch Master

There’s a fat chance that if somebody asked me what my ideal concert would be to attend, I’d say Biggie Smalls in Amsterdam. Reality bites.

Notorious B.I.G – Live From Holland ( Full Concert Audio)


Expensive Videos for Free Music

The mere existence of this video at this juncture is indicative of immensely odd marketing tactics. “Ciroc Star” was off of Chester French’s (free) mixtape Jacques Jams which dropped close to a year ago. In that time, CF has put out an actual (not free) album, Love the Future. Why not drop a video off of the pay album? Personally, I can’t really complain, as Jacques Jams was one of 2009′s best sleeper hits. “Ciroc Star”–while a ridiculous testament to Diddy’s shameless entrepreneurship–was one of the best tracks on the mixtape, sans Jada’s garbage verse.

Rappers Gone Muslim

So for those of who you know of Loon, the Harlem Bad Boy who’s more boy than bad really, you may find these clips interesting. Loon recently became a follower of Islam, a practicing Muslim. Apart from an obvious draw to acclaimed Muslim rapper Freeway, there is some substance to this spiritual development. These guys actually went to Saudi Arabia and a whole slew of other Arab countries. And yes I understand Arab doesn’t equal Muslim, but these were Arab Muslim countries, so chill. Many bloggers are finding this story relatively fascinating, I am among them. Not for the feel good reasons either. I’m pretty interested in the possibility that the increasingly growing trend of American rappers turning towards Islam will have a pragmatic effect on U.S. stigmas about Muslims. And not a necessarily positive one either, it’s not like rappers have an inherent ability to convey spiritual thoughts through a social platform that is a mic and a stage, oh wait…

Peep a list of Islamic Rappers after the jump.

Did you happen to hear that last Loon track? Yikes…

Loon feat. Christopher – What You Say


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The Queen doesn’t eat with peasants

Not officially endorsed by the Queen herself.

Click cover to download

So Lil Kim has “dropped” a new mixtape! Wait, don’t yawn, trust me, this is a major internet story right now, Google it. Granted, Lil Kim putting out a mixtape is somewhat comical, and the cover is ludicrous. Appropriately or not, the cover art is what the internet gossip has latched onto. Apparently the blog world is appalled by her malicious attempt to make herself “white” with the blatant platinum blonde, blue-eyed and bleached skin look. The list of disgusted racial purists include the ‘urban’ folks over at Media Takeout for example, or the Jerries over at StackHouse Recordings and the elitist over at Ihiphop, you too, I see you son. Let’s peep the promo and see what this vile woman has thrust upon us.

Frankly as far as the music goes, this is worth the hard drive space. Too many classic Bad Boy joints remixed proficiently for this mixtape to suck. The true value of this story is in fact a moral, so listen up fellow bloggers. First of all, most mixtape cover art is outside the responsibility of the artist, hence, there is often little correspondence or collusion regarding the ‘artwork’ itself. More importantly, from what my sources have gathered, and I commend any effort to disprove this, this is a fan-made mixtape, not a Lil Kim endorsed project. As far as I’m concerned Kim wouldn’t know the difference between “Bee Mixes” and her favorite cocktail if prodded.

So get off her proverbial nuts guys! You think she had her hand on the mouse when Photoshop was open? Shit, she’s spending her time with those nice white folks who get paid to dance badly on TV. Photoshop? Photoshop? (Insert Iverson rant about practice, replace every ‘practice’ with ‘photoshop’)

I hope you get my gist, suckers.

Tracklisting after the jump.

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Get your Shyne box, the Godfather is home. (UPDATE!!!)

UPDATE: Shyne is being detained by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement at an unspecified facility in Western New York State. Officials are determining whether or not to deport the rapper, who was born in Belize.
Shyne is back. Hide your children.

Today Shyne was released from prison after almost a decade on the inside. In gangsta rap, getting incarcerated is viewed more a badge of honor than it is an unfortunate personal event. Holding true to the street code of silence hyperbolizes the grandiose stigma given by the street. So when Shyne got convicted of shooting up a NYC nightclub in 2002, all while in front of Diddy and J-LO, I knew he wasn’t going to be known as “the kid who sounds like Biggie” ever again. Shyne had to have his freedom robbed in order to break free of every stereotype and/or criticism that would have been levied at him for the next 10 years. Quite the price to pay, which is why today is a day to celebrate. As Fabolous said via Twitter today:

Somebody gettin outta jail is like a Hood Holiday…

It is still unsure which recording route Shyne will take. Rumors about Hova and Roc Nation are fizzling out, and it may be inevitable that Shyne knead out some contractual obligations with Diddy and Bad Boy. I’m sure Diddy will be rolling deep to that meeting, lawyers and security. I can visualize Shyne showing up with two bitches and a milkshake, and is like “Wattup P? Ready to break me off?”

We’ll keep you posted on Shyne’s moves, here’s some facts you may not have known about the infamous rapper.

  1. Born Jamal Barrow, Shyne’s mother is Jewish, and he recently made the transition to Judaism. His official name now is Moses Michael Leviy.
  2. Shyne’s father is the current Prime Minister of Belize. They have a terrible relationship, both basically not acknowledging each other.
  3. Barrow has always claimed he acted in self-defense and only fired his gun after the other group, Matthew ‘Scar’ Allen and his crew began shooting

Shyne performing at The Tunnel in 2000

KING

Too soon...noun

1. a male sovereign or monarch; a man who holds by life tenure, and usually by hereditary right, the chief authority over a country and people.

2. (initial capital letter) God or Christ.

3. a person or thing preeminent in its class: a king of actors.

4. a playing card bearing a picture of a king.

5. Chess. the chief piece of each color, whose checkmating is the object of the game; moved one square at a time in any direction.

6. Checkers. a piece that has been moved entirely across the board and has been crowned, thus allowing it to be moved in any direction.

MPFREE: Notorious B.I.G. – Every album ever made by Biggie

Lil Kim fantasizes about giving Uncle Sam herpes

Lil Kim was recently alledged to owe 1 million dollars to the Federal government in back taxes. As you can see in the NY Post clipping below, she is by no means alone; when it comes to back taxes NYC ain’t nothin’ to fuck wit. In Kim’s case, her tax miscarriage is displayed all over the place, the detailed outstanding debt is outlined among many other places, right here.  Considering both Mos Def (46K) and Dame Dash (2.9Mil) have both had their shady tax history exposed, Lil Kim’s lack of financial accounting has notable precedence. That being said, considering Mos Def and Dame Dash are both jail free, I wouldn’t worry about Kimmie too much. Besides, shes been there done that, handle yo biz Kim.  Luckily this story gets a little more interesting when a letter detailing a previous sexual experience with Uncle Sam was found and identified as authored by Lil Kim.  Read the raunchy note beneath the NY Post clipping.

Add Lil Kim to the mix..

Letter from Lil Kim to her one time lover, the one and only Uncle Sam..

Hey boo, 

I know you have to hit me up for dat cash, I know it was long overdue. I been milking you for all your worth for too gawd dam long. I’mma be there for you like I was that night in Cabo. You remember…. the honey swishers, the ‘nac, and absence of profolactives? Well, if you do or you don’t, I wrote this poem for you to remind you that no matter how badly I’m doing with money right now and all, there’s no hard feelings boo… you my boo boo, sheet, you my superboo..

Scratch your vag,
Scratch you wenis.
On this night,
You were no genius.

You were having fun,
You couldn’t stop.
Now you have, 
An itchy clock.

But lucky for you,
You enjoy the pain.
Everyone else,
Just thinks you’re lame.

You down your pants,
And you scratch away.
Turning itch into pain,
Is your goal for today.

You try to hide it,
But it continues to spread.
Memories return,
Of that contaminated bed.

Its more than a blemish, 
Its with you forever.
Its simply a gift,
You can both share together.

Now its on your face,
Thats kind of weird.
Perhaps that is the reason,
For the horrifying beard.

 

“But Sam this is mean,

You know its not right.

What if you get the herpes,
On a cold winter night?”
Voice in my head.
Message to Tax Man:
STAY OUT OF MY BED!

- Kimberly Denise Jones (My tax id name)