Was It All Really Worth It?...Really?!

Everybody gets thier few minutes of fame, it's all about what you do with it, what imprint you leave on peoples minds when the lights fade off. It's inevitable...It all fades away at some point.



It's better to have had it than not at all, that's what they keep telling me. Fuck that. Is it me or do most people find God after they have had to live with the guilt of fucking shit up for others. Sort of like, "I know you won't take my apology if I don't have God as part of my entourage" type nonsense.
What I'm trying to get at is:
Take MC Hammer for example. I was there when this nigga was reigning supreme with his House Nigga pants, fucking Hip Hop up the ass...yeah I was a fan, an eleven year old fan. Honestly, I never liked him for his rhymes, I just thought dude was funny. Untill the Hip Hop nation started calling out for dudes head, I was like...hell yeah...Burn His Ass On A Steak! Let Him Burn!
That's Hip Hop...PLease don't make me explain...I just had to go along.

And in retrospect...Hip Hop was right. Dude came in the scene. Made Hip-Hop Disney. Made mad loot. Wasted his loot. Disappeared. Re-Appeared...As a Reverand, trying to act like it never happened.
We see you Stanley Kirt "MC Hammer" Burrell!
I see You!

Vanilla Ice apologized...Where's yours?






YOU AND YOUR BUDDY VANILLA ICE TOOK US FOR A RIDE MAN!
BUT YOU'RE BLACK...HOW COULD YOU MAN!
WHY DIDN'T YOU STICK TO DANCING MAN!
LOOK AT YOU NOW MAN!

NOW YOU'RE FUCKED! - KRS-One

Was It All Really Worth It! Really Now!

Good Rap Kaffir

"You need to dumb it down for the people to understand you dog!"
"You too deep dog, the public don't like to think!"
Is that so?

Watch This...Real Talk!

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I'm at risk of sounding like a Soweto native modern day KRS-One, which in my opinion is a compliment.

I come from an era where people, Black people always had to prove their worthiness; not necessarily a good thing but necessary at the time. One had to break free from stereo types created to ground a people in turn letting them know their place.

"You're black right?"
" So I bet you can dance up a storm right?"
"Can you sing, run, talk loud?"…
"So if I pay you will you put on this costume and jump around for me and my friends?"

"Nee baas! Haa a! I'm too proud to do that baas, I'm the son of Africa and I will always preserve my very proud culture of Ubuntu…I will not lead myself, nor my fellow black man into darkness. I will always…

What's that?...Money?...Ok…Forget everything I just said…What black man? Culture? Ha…that's so yesterday. Show me the money, I just wanna bling!"

It's rather sad to think that black people will do anything for money. Don't get me wrong, not only black people sell their souls for the moola, but when we do we do seem to always sell ourselves short. I can't help but blame the USA for this. One thing I've noticed is that the whole world looks to America for inspiration. Jews look at how their people rule the economy over there. Asians admire how their people start successful businesses and breed medical and scientific geniuses over there. Italians, well we've all seen the movies.

Black people, well…what do we have to work with?...take your time…

I'll tell you…Lil' Wayne's retarded outlook on life, Soldier…I mean Soulja Boy's adolescence, Beyonce's ass, 50 Cent's refusal to get out the closet, Justin Timberlake's addiction to the taste of black-dick,…who by the way answer to a Jewish boy somewhere in the chain of command. Don't get it twisted, this ain't about race, I'm just having a man-to-man talk with my people, black people.

I'm told, "These are the voices of the new generation!" If that's true, then God's been kind to me by not granting me any off springs. Don't get me wrong, these new voices do have something to say, in a very nice "yes master" tone. It just bothers me when people dub them as the new leaders of Black culture, at times comparing them to the likes of Marvin Gaye, Tina Turner , James Brown to name a few.

I'll leave this discussion for another blog. I just thought I should bring it up. If it's money you need to make you feel worthy, look at the white guy that signs that cheque, is he blingin'?, is he selling degenerate literature to his white neighbour ? So why do you let him finance your movement to fucking up your people?...Think about that the next time you wanna call me an "Underground Backpacker", a least I'm not a house nigger…KAFFIR!

I didn't mean to get all serious on ya'll, I was just making a point. How far is too far. There's two sides to a coin and I guess the Dumbed Down part of the game has a place, but at what expense? We (my peers) grew up on shit like Public Enemy, N.W.A, X-Clan, A Tribe Called Quest, and look how we turned out, not bad. We fought against the system and claimed our place as Hip Hop cats; maybe I'm wrong but Hip Hop sparked that fire in us to do so. Don't you want the same thing for your seeds. I bet you do. So the next time you scream "Make money by all means necessary!"…be afraid, be very afraid…because your kids might sell you out for money like slaves were. Think about that before you scream out "Minimal Content"…my brother!

Sample Declined!

I can't believe this shit. Here I am, driving, listen to some unknown/unpopular Stevie Wonder album. Driving…driving…driving…Bam! I bump into a killer piano driven joint.

Listen To The Original Joint

They Wont Go When I Go - Stevie Wonder


"No more lying friends/ Wanting tragic ends/ Though they do pretend/ They won't go when I go…", dope right? RIGHT!
All of a sudden my booty call seems mundane, as fine as this girl was, Stevie was hitting the right spot at this moment. So I hit a U-Turn and head straight home…Gotta bond with my studio.

An hour later the beat is done; dope as fuck.

Now, what do I rap about on the joint? Like I always do about this time, I read something. I pick up a Y Mag, and what do I see…my boy Wikid talking trash about me and Mr. Selwyn. Can't believe this shit! Home boy done lost his mind. Like a gift from the Gods, Eureka! I found a concept. So I commence to spit my mind on this joint, throwing shots at all back-stabbing, lie-producing so-called friends.
joint is done, I'm lovin' it. Play it to my peeps, they all love it…
"The Realest shit I ever Wrote" - Tupac

Now I'm ready to take the joint to radio. Industry rule number…something…"Clear The Sample First". I try do exactly that. Give my publisher a copy…let's do this.
Barely two working days have passed, and I receive a call…

"Your sample request was declined Amu, sorry dog."
What the fuck?! So quickly?
"Sorry dog, Gallo ain't trying to budge…"
What the fuck?! Try again!
"Ok Cool. But I don't promise anything."

Two days later, the same story.
What the fuck?!
Fuck it anyway. I know these cats from Gallo never even submitted my joint to Stevie's people, I'm used to being treated like a third-world loser anyway.
Now here we are; dope joint and no rights to use it. Thank God for the INTERNET, I can still share the music with the world.

Enjoy!

The Principal
Signin' Out!

They Wont Go ft. Sphinx - Amu

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Days Our SAMA’s

Well, just like the rest of the unfortunate portion of society, I got to watch the South African Music Awards from home...on my big ass HD plasma screen. Ten minutes into the ceremony I didn't feel so unfortunate after all. They Sucked!

I know I'm part of the South African music industry, but it brings tears to my eyes when I see the media struggle to make us (artist) look cool to the public. The only highlight for me, I bet for a lot of people too, was the MC for the night, Trevor Noah. Homeboy was on point...he's the future. Trevor kept the crowd in stitches and barely had hiccups on stage. The broadcast was very sloppy with too many glitches. I keep saying, "Don't go live if you don't know what you doing". Take "Yo! TV" for example; that show has kids as presenters, the production team is fairly young, but that show rocks, and they go live six times a week. You guys can learn something from that show.

But anyway, forget all that. I'm not really blogging about that.

Slikour


Da L.E.S.

My home boys opened up the show with a little staged Hip-hop battle," Slikour" vs. "L.E.S.". They brought the fire; I might be a little bias on this one, being a fan of hip-hop and them dudes being my friends. Mr Selwyn looked dope...T.F. For life. But the fact that the South African Music Awards opened with a hip-hop number made me feel proud to be an MC in S.A. I never thought I'd live to see shit like that happening. "Nou die last" Hip-hop act headline shows, that's what's up. It's good to see all my hard wasn't for nothing.

Oh, did you think I'd forget about the Bricks & D.J Cleo catfight...yeah I said...CATFIGHT, shit was weak. But anyway...that shit was funny though. I bet Brinks wasn't expecting Cleo to be on stage right after him. Ok, for those who don't know what went down, I'ma give you a quick break down.

Days Of Our SAMA's

Bricks vs. DJ Cleo

DJ Cleo


Bricks

[Bricks enter stage]

Bricks: Hola 7!
Ayoba!
Tjovoto!

[English translation]
I'm happy to be here. Thanks for the award. I'm the man. I've been a disappointment to all in the past...blah blah blah.
S'bu, TK, thanks for getting me out of a shity situation!
Cleo you suck big time but I'm in love...I mean I love you bro!

[Cheers & boo's from onlookers]

[Lira enter stage] Shame, she doesn't know what to say

[Cleo enter stage]

Cleo: I'm too hot tonight, look at me damnit! I'm hot, I'm hot!
Who sucks? I just received my second award this weekend. WHO SUCKS!
Thanks to all my fans for downloading my track.
I'm Hot! I'm Hot! I'm Hot!

[Later at the after party]

[Cleo spots Bricks in a corner doing God knows what]

Cleo: My nigga, what happened?

Bricks: Eish mfana, eish mfana, hade...
I was confused boy, I saw all though people looking at me, i started thinking of Shwashi boy.
I didn't mean it boy, the lights were in my eyes and the people boy, Shwashi boy, I forgot where I was boy.
Hade boy.

Cleo: Whatever my nigga. I did everything for you, I made you. Now you diss me.
It's ok.
I'll just move "To the left" and you "To the right"
"Everybody sing...To the left...to the right"

[Poof!...Cleo disappears in a smoke screen]

Bricks: Hawu! How can this guy disappear in weed smoke?

[Bricks continues to do whatever he was up too]

To be continued...

Next on Days Of Our SAMA's...

L.E.S. & The Goons

Who the fuck are they?

Man...If I hear of another South African rapper from nowhere with no street cred dropping an album, I might end up in jail for assault. I’m really sick of kids getting record deals just because their daddy happens to know some dumb ass A&R who works for a Record company. Most of these kids out here can’t rap or hold a note to save their lives, but yet, we are forced to hear or even worse…see their wack asses on TV.

Hip Hop is one of those crafts that required one to possess a certain skill; whether it be rapping, breaking, dj’ing or graffing. Nowadays you don’t have to know shit to be shit. Sort of like being a celebrity in South Africa. A bimbo marries an accidental millionaire and she automatically becomes a star, drops an album that flops and gets dropped by her label, hubby buys her a new car…and BAM…she’s back on the scene…on the front page nogal! What the fuck! What happened to being a star because you had abilities beyond those of the regular Joe…besides sucking good dick?

Same applies to these wack ass, illiterate, homeless, dick licking rappers we call Mc’s these days. I won’t mention any names at this point, but ya’ll know who I’m talking about; that shit that you hearing on radio right now…yeah right this minute…that’s that bull shit…unless it’s one of my joints.
No doubt…I’ve worked with a couple of them dudes, I gotta pay rent…so money connects! LOL

I just feel these people get too much exposure thus leaving the true artist with none. I can almost hear some of you screaming:
“Who the fuck he is he talking about?”
You know…and if this hits a nerve, it’s probably you. If I never gave you props for your shit…it's probably you bitch…don’t even greet me when you bump into me…I’ma fuck you up. Some of us work hard to get our shit out there, and you just use connects and fuck shit up for the rest of us.
And don’t think I haven’t noticed you wack ass actors either…we coming for you too!

Don’t you get it…you fucking it up for those with talent…stop it now!