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Cant C Me

Posted in music, Old School Flava, poetry, social commentary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 28, 2010 by blackstarr

There probably has not been a more loyal fan of Tupac Shakur than yours truly.  First, though, a few “despites” –

despite the fact that I hate the “N” word and the “B” word, and

despite the fact that I am not an advocate of either profanity or violence, and

despite the fact that I am anti-drug abuse, I have always been in awe of Tupac and his musical genius.

Perhaps the one song that makes him stand out from the crowd more than any other song is “Can’t C Me”., from the CD “All Eyez On Me”.  The entire song is the epitome of his musical genius, but, let’s forget the entire song – the opening verse is the ultimate in word manipulation and lyrical sculpting.  In the event that you aren’t familiar with the song, you can click >HERE<  for the lyrics.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Although there are probably many depths to his genius, I believe that his greatest assets were threefold – lyrics, music, and the ability to spit words out as easily as you and I breathe air.  He had a peculiar penchant for re-using lyrics from previously recorded songs.  Other artists have done this before him, but the way in which he did it and the meaning that his re-used lyrics brought to the songs took on a life of its own.

I cited this song from his collection because it is my favorite rap song ever, but, his repertoire was seemingly endless when it came to great lyrics, music, and spitting.  A few that come to mind which, in my humble opinion, that come close to the greatness of “Can’t C Me” are “Hit “Em Up”, “Death Around The Corner” and he even did a few love songs that were worth mentioning, which included “Can You Get Away?”.

There you have it – my short and sweet tribute to Tupac.  You owe it to yourself to check out this song .  You can find it on Youtube, of course.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t get it to load here.  In the event that you want to save time, here’s a link to the song from Playlist.com:  Can’t C Me.  Perhaps you’ll be as impressed I have been all these years.

Afeni, wherever you are, thank you.  Peace.

 

copyright  2010  blackstarr

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Photos from The Huffington Post, and The Judiciary Report.

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young white sburbanite (excerpt from “the village”)

Posted in humor, music, poetry, politics, prose, racial discrimination, satire and sarcasm, social commentary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2010 by blackstarr

on any given friday night,

a young white suburbanite,

cruises in his beamer,

into the city, bose blastin’ fiddy.

he sports the latest, greatest, hippest, dopest, phattest rags

that his daddy’s silver spoon could buy,

but that silver spoon is the very reason why.

he protests the riches that they don’t deserve,

lashes out at his very own private federal reserve.


he’s looking for some black flava,

or some brown suga’,

or some white powder,

music getting louder.

young white suburbanite,

in the middle of the night,

loses himself in another man’s culture.

not understanding the subtleties of cp time,

he hits the club way too soon,

stands around with beer in hand,

realizes that the night was not so well-planned.

but he’s fly and hip and dope and –

and thinks he’s ahead of his time,

but the reality is that he simply

got there way ahead of time.

the music swirls within his head,

and the sistas think it’s so dred

that he’s holding his own,

while out of his element.

but to his detriment,

the beer pulls him to the dancefloor.

now, whitebread ain’t so fly no more.

and we think “ooh, that’s gotta hurt!”

beer has him moving to the beats,

the sight has us fallin’ out our seats.

“yo – young white suburbanite!

some fly sista would like ta get witcha”,

but homeboy’s homeboy has had

one too many rollin’ rocks.

young white suburbanite

struggles with all his might

to get his homeboy standing upright.

now, homeboy’s homeboy wants to fight.

young white suburbanite

came to the city,

blastin’ fiddy,

lookin’ for some black flava,

or some brown suga’,

or some white powder.

whitebread

got that gangsta beat going ‘round in his head.

cruisin’ in his jet-black beamer.

he’s just trying to understand

why we always catch it from the man.

tries to understand what that’s like,

he beats a path to every open mike,

struggles to get a feel for what it’s like.

a fruitless pursuit and he can’t see why

he can never feel the pain like you and i.

he innocently protests and lets out a sigh –

“it wasn’t me and i refuse to carry that lie”.

it’s neither out of compassion,

nor because it’s popular fashion,

but, instead, because the guilt of the fathers

prey upon the innocence of the sons.

**********

on any given friday night,

deep within the urban blight,

from dusk until daylight.

lookin’ for some

black flava,

brown suga’,

white powder.

out of the gloomy mist and into the light,

comes an urban legend . . . a young white suburbanite.

copyright  2008  blackstarr

freerealm@gmail.com

Lose Yourself by Eminem

Images: silver spoon (metalmuseum.org), Rolling Rock beer (hoppsy.com), Flava (myrunkspace.com), Bey caricature (pinoypix.com), Philadelphia skyline (wordfromtheweb.com)

FADE TO BLACK 4: DMX

Posted in Fade To Black with tags , , , , , , , on April 1, 2009 by blackstarr

dmx-01“Dog Man X’ is what it stands for, and when they “let the dogs out”, Earl Simmons was there.  His music  began to climb the charts with the release of “It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot” (1998), which included “Ruff Ryders’ Anthem”.  The CD sold more than four (4) million copies.  He was immediately compared to the inimitable Tupac (by all but yours truly – no one . . . we’ll tackle that some other time), even to the point of his early arrests and most notably, being accused of raping a stripper.  DNA evidence later cleared him of the rape charges.

The hits kept coming, and his popularity continued to rise.  “Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood” was released in the same year and it went three (3) times platinum.  He became the second rapper to have two (2) albums released the same year and have them both debut at number one.  Oh, btw – the first to do it was Tupac.

Now – try to keep up, please:

” . . . And Then There Was X” (1999) debuted at number one (his 3rd straight CD to dmx-02do so).  It went six (6) times platinum!!!  It was, most certainly, his best selling CD.

“The Great Depression” (2001) debuted at the top of the charts.  It quickly gained platinum status and was not only his 4th CD to debut at number one, but his 4th straight CD to do so!

“Grand Champ” (2003) became his 5th straight CD to debut at number one on the charts.  With the advent of this CD, he made history: the ONLY artist to ever have five CD’s debut at number one!  His next CD, “Year Of The Dog . . . Again” (2006) missed being number one by a mere few thousand sales.

DMX has more arrests on the books than Carter has little liver pills.  That is usually the only impetus that a rapper needs to boost record sales.  If that theory held true, then DMX should still be “alive and well” in the music business and still kickin’ some mad a$$.  Not so.  Two (2) CD’s, “Walk With Me Now” and “Fly With Me Later” were slated to be released in the latter part of 2008.  They got pushed back, scheduled for release in 2009 along with a  . . . get this  . . . gospel CD!! So . . . where did the dog man go wrong?  Beats me.  What I do know is that, in my book, he should be listed alongside the others in “Where Are They Now?” (besides incarcerated, that is).  I sadly witness his fade to black and say “OK, then, bye-bye.” Peace.

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“Ruff Ryders’ Anthem” by DMX (explicit lyrics)