Words Of Joe Budden

Since the very beginning of hip-hop, rap music, or whatever you choose to call it, one question was asked, “how long will it last?” Nearing its 30th anniversary, we just might be close to the answer, Nas was correct folks, hip-hop is dead, and looks to stay that way for quite some time. What was once rebel music deemed fit to drive, steer, lead and describe an entire generation, has turned into buffoonery, gotten immature, and has been made a mockery of. Cardboard and break dancing, the DJ and the emcee, two turntables and a mic……. I can count the DJ’s that still use turntables on 2 hands! This shit is a joke that I’m ashamed to be apart of. Lyrics are extinct, beats and hooks are more valuable then ever. Fans use to buy the records, then the labels started doing it for them, then eventually everybody just stopped. The people used to dictate what got played on the radio, now it’s vice versa. The sad part about that is, the majority of these radio DJ’s that force feed this bullshit on us, are grown ass men in their late 30’s, early 40’s. They don’t like most of the shit they’re playin.’ Who really thinks Funkmaster Flex gets in his car with his family and puts Tony Yayo’s cd in? 

Hip-Hop is a business on the decline. So much so, that labels refuse to do much legwork anymore, so we can all kiss artist development goodbye. Which means right when we come across an artist with Nas, Jay, or Biggie-like potential, all you’ll get out of ‘em is a ringtone—which is replacing Soundscan by the way. Sell a bunch of those and you become a commodity. In less then 3 years, you’ll walk into the nearest Best Buy, F.Y.E, etc., and there wont even be a section for cd’s. Rightfully so, being that music doesn’t sell, images do. But then again you can’t download those, so maybe there’s still hope. 

What we’re witnessing is a bad break up. The love is gone. Artists don’t love the culture, they love the money. Labels don’t love the artists, they love the money. And though there’s enough to go around, too much of anything will kill you, or in this instance, “it”. I had a nigga the other day tell me Rakim was wack. Another nigga had never heard a Tribe album. A few years ago I remember J-Kwon dissin Raekwon for sharing the name ‘Kwon’!!?? Still dont believe me ? You can go on any hip hop message board and you’re bound to read some of the most ignorant shit you’ve ever read regarding rap. 

The question now becomes, who killed hip-hop? The artists, the producers, the labels, or the fans? It’s the same as asking, “what came first, the chicken, or the egg?” Who the fuck knows. But to anybody who still disagrees that the art of expression is no longer, next time you listen to your favorite rap song ask yourself: What exactly are they expressing? And why?

DAMN AINT THAT THE TRUTH.  I COULDNT SAY IT BETTER MYSELF. THANK U JOEY. SO DO U THINK HIP HOP DIED AND WHO U THINK KILLED IT?

Hi babe

As I stopped by to modify some changes on here for ya I decided to write a blog too while I was here to say ... I'm thinkin about you ♥ ... 11 more days .. I know we agreed to not count down but I just couldn't help myself. Hope you did good on your finals. Keep up the good work sweets, vacation is right around the corner, hang in there.

- gully g.

a man sues xbox for system scratching his dvds and PS3 builds a new virtual world called "home" for players to play each other all over the world to compete with xbox. told u ps3 was better gully :-)

i went to high school wit the kicker (#83) for boston college. we sat right next to each other in homeroom as a matter of fact. BC is my squad so i watched a couple games this year. he type nice wit it. dude played soccer damn near his whole life, he better be nice.

let me say this.. if shit dont work out with gully gabz. ima holla at rihanna LOL

this beat go hella hard.. my son stack beezy died before he even had a chance to shine.

"i pose in dem pictures on the same fuckin corners i pump on/ white tee, grey flag n my pumps on"... know dat (and most probably dunno what that grey flag represents)

NEW YORK (AP)—The New York Giant stars Plaxico Burress and Antonio Pierce showed up at the club at 1:20 a.m. Burress bypassed the line of patrons and got into the club despite the semiautomatic gun in his pants and ordered a drink.

Around 1:50 a.m., as Burress fumbled with the glass in his hand, the .40-caliber Glock slipped down his leg, and as he grabbed at it, he accidentally pulled the trigger and shot himself in the thigh. Witnesses reported hearing a “pop” as his legs started to quiver and the pistol dropped from his pant leg to the floor.

“Take me to a hospital,” Burress said, according to investigators

Despite the gunfire and blood, no one at the club called police. In fact, investigators say, no one reported the incident at all. Not the players, nor the hospital where he was treated, even though the law states gunshot wounds must be reported.

After the gun slipped to the floor, a club security officer grabbed it, unloaded it and held it while Pierce helped his injured, bleeding teammate to the street and back into the Escalade. He helped Burress, shaking from pain, into the back seat. Pierce hopped in the front with an unknown woman in the driver’s seat. As they started to pull away, a club security guard came to the Escalade’s window.

“What do you want me to do with this?” he asked, referring to the pistol, according to police. Pierce threw it in the glove compartment of the Escalade, police said, then called team trainer Ronnie Barnes. The trainer told him to take Burress to New York-Presbyterian Hospital/Weill Cornell Medical Center, about 20 blocks away.

Burress will not be on the field for the remainder of the season, and no one knows when or if he will return.

Suspended for the remainder of the season, the 31-year-old faces a felony weapons possession charge that requires a mandatory minimum 3 1/2 years in prison.

so basically he gets shot, he loses his job and will be going to jail for atleast 3 and a half years.. damn like shooting yaself by accident isn't bad enough. if u dont call that bad luck, i dunno what u call it

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see /
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be /
And I apologize if this message gets you down /
Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and /
I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling

so this shorty i went to highschool wit tried to kick game to the kid. talkin bout she still feelin me, this and that. thats when i tried to break it down to her.. i got someone who im feelin.. n im not tryna be that guy that breaks her heart ya digg then she started goin off on me like lol.. actin hella stank and talkin hella trash... so basically morale of the story is.. why girls always complain why us men aint shit n how we dunno how to treat these women. and then when someone like me tries to be a good man for once in his life he gets bad mouth lmao whats up wit dat?

nope i dont have nothin to say, just wanted to flaunt her off :-)

my blog is wack. i dont really know anybody who does this shit so nobody ever reads what i gotta say except my babe. so babe what uuuup. hope u good. ill holla :-)