Victim of the Week: The NYPD

CUNY Students Hold March And Rally To Protest Proposed Tuition Hikes

As most people already know, there were two NYPD officers assassinated in their cars while on lunch. The perpetrator was an obviously “troubled,” man with a lengthy criminal background and a history of violence. He first, shot his ex-girlfriend in the stomach while in Maryland then traveled to NY, where he shot the two officers in the head.

This was looked at as such a tragedy that shook the very foundation of the NYPD and their ability to protect and to serve. And I for one don’t give a shit about either officer and the NYPD’s tragedy.

Why? Why so rude and so nasty? Because when Eric Garner was murdered, it got to the point where they acted as if they were tired of hearing about it. NYPD officers mocked the “I can’t breathe shirts,” but wearing shirts that said “I can breath.” Not to mention the fact that no one was indicted in the RECORDED death of Eric Garner.

Then these cops had the nerve to perform the disrespectful gesture of turning their literal backs on the mayor because of this. They want to blame EVERYBODY. Al sharpton, the mayor of NY, Obama–like they just have to make this such a big deal. They don’t want to just blame the shooter–i guess he’s not payment enough for those two officers. Not important enough of a person, so everyone else has to be blamed?

Who was blamed for Eric Garner’s death? Eric Garner–and operation “Sell Loosies,”

Somehow, approaching and attempting to arrest a man for selling loosies was okay. Even though, selling loose cigarettes is grounds for a ticket, at best. Then when he “resisted,” which, in my opinion was more of him questioning his arrest. He was over 300 pounds, if he wanted to resist, he could have. Once dragged to the ground like a bear, several police officers begin grabbing, choking and man-handling him–even after he said he couldn’t breath. At one point, an officer put all the weight of his body on Eric Garner’s head which was on the concrete.

Additionally, the autopsy revealed that his cause of death was being choked to the point where he couldn’t breath.

So why don’t I give a shit about these officers? They could go to hell on the first grey hound. Why? Because in one moment those cops showed me that our lives have no value and really don’t matter. No reason you should be choked for selling loose cigarettes. No reason you should be dragged to the ground for it–no reason you should die for it.

so those cops didn’t deserve to die, right? All they were doing was sitting in the car having lunch. I should care, right? Their lives should matter?

Kiss my ass, NYPD and anyone who thinks that I should give a shit.


Sorority Sisters and the Image of Black Women

This Monday, VH1 with help from Mona Devil Scott Young, aired a reality show called “Sorority Sisters,” which is supposed to follow women of Divine Nine organizations who own boutiques in Atlanta, and those associated.

Stop right there!

Mona already had the game messed up. The show is about rachet boutique owners who happen to be members of Historically Black Greek Letter Organizations. This is a stupid premise for the show. The main reason is because, there is literally no reason that these women have to speak on their membership while in business or casual dealings. Anyone who is more than 3 years in their prospective organization has long lost that braggadocious mindset, and is casual with announcing their membership, unless it’s a situation where they are being newly introduced to another member.

But Mona had these bishes all on camera using internal lingo on national tv. When I say “internal lingo,” I mean things that are only said among members of the organization, or not said at all because it just doesn’t make sense to ever say, unless you are in an official organization meeting.

Another mistake is having the women who were representing Delta Sigma Theta, fighting with each other. Every Delta should know and practice discretion, so I don’t fully blame Mona–but come on now. What’s the point?

One girl said, ” I don’t know who pledged you but they need to line you up and put you in the cut.”

Big Mistake. Why? Because “in the cut,” is a phrase used in reference to hazing. Which is illegal and has many of these organizations in legal troubles because of it. So to go on national TV and speak with hazing lingo is disrespectful to the organization and it’s initiatives to put a stop to hazing.

Of course this show had all D9 members in an uproar and on a mission to get the show pulled. Great efforts were put forth to grab the attention of the companies advertising during the show–and some of those companies have stated that they will be pulling there ads.

Then you have those fake deep black folks. The one’s who call D9 members hypocrites for watching, tweeting about and talking about other Mona Scott Young productions, but mad because of this one. As if they really care about either show. I hate people who talk just to be talking. You sit up and watch both programs with no attitude but you have something to say when people are particularly mad about one of them.

Here is what I say to that: Shut the fuck up please. Realize the logic behind these D9 member’s anger. Love and Hip Hop is not the only show depicting black women or black people. There  are plenty other shows. If you don’t like those shows, then that’s your problem. The issue here is that the ONLY depiction of these organizations on television is by way of a few rachet hoes who own mediocre boutiques and have no business savvy about themselves whatsoever. That’s what is supposed to be a representation of these Historically positive, trailblazing organizations?

Not to mention the fact that Love and Hip Hop is a show about “Love” and “Hip Hop.” The attitudes and behaviors depicted in that show are accurate with modern hip hop culture. Deny it if you want, but you’d be a liar. There are 3 minute songs that could sum up a whole season of love and hip hop. The two topics relate. MiMi and Joseline fighting over Stevie J, a producer who screws any and everyone in the city of Atlanta. Joseline only has a career because she is with Stevie. All these bald-headed story lines go hand in hand.

Then you have Sorority Sisters. About 8 or so black women, 2 own  boutiques, one is a single mother and another is a dancer–then they threw in a white Delta to stir up the pot a little bit. None of this has anything to do with their membership in these organizations. It’s really just additional information, and they try to play it up to the point where it looks extremely contrived. It’s like if the “Real Housewives of Atlanta,” was called “Real Registered Voters of Atlanta,” Like what would their voting status have to do with the shenanigans that take place on that show?


They’re Afraid of Your Brother: A think piece on the causes of detriment in the black community…

With all of the sadness and anger associated with the recent murder of Ferguson Missouri teen, Mike Brown, I have found myself battling with different thoughts on what’s reality, and what’s propaganda; what’s racist, and what’s fear; and what exactly the real issue is that the black community faces.

I’ve went on plenty of times before about how the black community has issues that we first need to address, and how those same problems will act as a ceiling and keep us stuck as a partially civilized society. There are so many things that we can be doing to hinder the things that cause detriment to our community, but for some reason, as a whole, we give more priority to seeking white validation, until a seemingly racist issue occurs, then we blame white people for everything that is wrong with our community.

As it seems, Mike Brown did NOT deserve to die. The only way his murder can be justified is if he indeed fought the cop and essentially broke the “law.” I personally don’t think that reason justifies it–but  it’s the law, and everyone is supposed to pretty much understand that you CANNOT fight or physically threaten a cop without being severely hurt, or killed.

Since his killing, the black community has gone into an uproar behind this situation. There have been riots, emotional speeches, songs written, marches initiates, etc. It’s obvious that the black community is TIRED. They are tired of white people/cops being able to gun down our black men and women with little to no reasoning, and then little to no punishment; they are tired of hearing about how a black kid has been killed for no obvious reason other than their skin color; they are tired of our black people being profiled in stores, traffic stops, etc. They’re  tired of racism and discrimination–plain and simple.

I am tired too. For all of those reasons–but much more. It’s seems as though the black community can come together and understand that the killing of Michael Brown, Renisha McBride, Jordan Davis, Johnathan Ferrell, TrayVon Martin and many more were unjustified and flat out wrong, but are we (the black community) angry because these young men and women lost their lives? Or are we in an uproar because it’s so much easier, and gives us that much more credibility when we are able to prove that someone else has wronged us? Are we use to being the serial victim, and therefore jump on the bandwagon just because that’s where attention is placed. Did we really care about WHY these people were gunned down? Do we really care about finding a solution to the problem? Because begging white people to treat us like humans is NOT the solution.

There are some people out there with enough logic to understand that the problem begins at home–and by “at home,” I mean within the black community, but there are still those fake-deep, pro-black folks who swear that everything is racist–so much so that they’ve forget what actual racism is. Racism and Fear are two different things.

I get so sick of hearing people get angry when people bring up “black-on-black” violence. For example, how people blacked out their profile pictures for TrayVon Martin, threatened George Zimmerman, marched, protested and did everything synonomous with the Civil Rights movement, but never make any of the same noise when black communities are being destroyed by black people.

Those type of black people want us to place all our focus on these high-profile “racists” cases, but have some hood-rat logic about not bringing up the stupid ass violence in our own community, when that hood violence could very well be the direct reason why these high-profile cases happen in the first place.

Yes. Racism exists. Yes. There are still white people who just have no respect for blacks as humans. Yes. All of this exist. But you know what else exists; 13 people shot in Detroit within a 24-hour–No Marches or protests. 72 people shot in Chicago over a Holiday weekend–Not by Cops or over-zealous white people.

215 Aggravated assaults in Detroit in 1 week.

“In the last 12 months, Compton has been the 11th most deadly neighborhood out of L.A. County’s 270 neighborhoods, according to an L.A. Times analysis of homicide data for that period.

There were 2.87 killings per 10,000 people and 2.73 killings per square mile.”

So for all of the black people that only stand together when a white person wacks on of us, have you ever considered that it may NOT be blatant racism based solely on the color of our skin, but perhaps deep, innate and and reasonable FEAR! I mean, really, look at SOME of the statistics. We kill, rob, sexually assault and abuse each other at alarming rates. And a lot of the times we BRAG about it. This shit is scary. WE are afraid of each other. So why wouldn’t a random WHITE person be afraid?  Our stereotypes and generalizations stem from the masses–not from individual cases, or situations that appear to be an anomaly.
Think about it…
When you’re out late at night in an urban city, who and what are you mindful of?
Our people.
Fight compilations on WorldStarHipHop are saturated with who?
Our people.
Who robs people for expensive, non-prescription glasses?
Our people.
Who gives play by play illustrations of criminal behavior in music?
Our people.
Who are you most afraid of?
Our people.
Now don’t get me wrong, white people have their crazies and their stereotypes. For example, we’ll call them crazy, serial killers, bombers..etc.
but those are one-off high profile cases. You never hear of a neighborhood of white people who are full of serial killers or movie theater shooters. But you DO hear of a whole community of black people where robberies, murders, rapes and car thefts are common. You never have specific names. Because it happens too often.
Don’t call me an uncle Tom, because you’d be using the insult incorrectly; don’t call me a self-hater, because my main focus is the black community–not whatever the white people are doing to our community. Which brings me to my next point.
Whenever someone brings up these things within the black community that are affecting the black community, can ya’ll stop saying that “white people do it too.” That’s an excuse to keep justifying the detriment. Don’t tell me that there is more “white-on-white” crime–cause, duh! There are MORE white people. Don’t tell me that white people commit these same crimes, because that’s not stopping us from doing it, nor does it have the same effect on our community.
With us being such a small percentage of the American population. We can’t afford to have statistics like these…
So please refocus on your own community, instead of marching when some high-profile case hits the news. Place the blame where the blame is due. Theodore Wafer could have had no rational reason to fear Renisha McBride–and even if she was completely innocent, there are countless amounts of other black people who perpetuate stereotypes that instill fear not only in white people..But black people as well. Trayvon Martin could have been minding his own business with no intentions on causing trouble–but he was judged because of his brothers..the one’s who destroy their own communities daily; the one’s who slaughter their own people over a nice shirt or a cell phone. His brothers have planted a seed of universal FEAR. And even if the fear is unreasonable and completely made up–WE give them all of the evidence they need to keep the fake fear an issue.

Beyonce feat. Nicki Minaj—(Infiltrated by Kimberly Denise,) FLAWLESS REMIX

So, earlier this week, Beyonce pulled another fast one and dropped the remix to flawless, featuring Nicholas Mirage, herself. It was something that many fans expected, but everyone was genuinely surprised by.

The song began as the first one did, then changed into some gutter, “bish I wish you would,” rendition of the original version. Needless to say, every last human that listened to it, now suffers from male-patterned baldness. It was just that real.

Mama did her verse, and addressed the situation in the elevator with her husband and solange by saying, “Of course sometimes shit goes down, when there’s a BILLION dollars on an elevator.”

Then repeated it for those who didn’t understand that money was on that elevator and nothing else is your business. NOTHING! lol

Then…In queenly fashion, she invited Nicholas on the track on a first name basis–essentially letting you know that IT IS TIME.


So Nicki jumps on the track and gets you together, like she used to back in her mixtape days. Called herself the  queen of rap and addressed “Queen Bey,” and ended the verse in regular Nicki fashion..

Oooh but it doesn’t end there.

Those two gave us the remix and we were all happy–then a couple of days later, Lil Kim got her postpartum ass out of her bunk bed and decided to record her own verse on the remix, with the intentions of it being a diss track.

Now typically, when people do things like this–they use the beat and make their own track. But Kimberly Denise decided to cut the last sentence of Nicki’s verse off and start her own rant of remy velvet and ridiculousness.

This was by far one of Lil Kim’s most pressed moves. Like, no one invited nor addressed you on this record..and HOW DARE YOU, infiltrate Beyonce’s song to continue a beef that you were essentially in alone. Nicki hasn’t thought about you–ESPECIALLY when Remy Ma just got out of jail. and is in the process of hopping on a track with her.

Then Kim was on the track talking about her head game, as if she is able to move her lips after all that plastic surgery–girl bye! Roscoe Robot needs you….or whatever her baby’s name is…

Naya Rivera Married Less Than 6 Months After Ending Engagement to Big Sean




Since the beginning I’ve had my feelings about this Elmer’s Glue ass relationship between rapper, Big Sean and “Glee” star, Naya Rivera. I thought it was a mess–Big Sean’s attempt to follow in big brother, Yeezy’s footsteps–to perpetuate the stereotype that black men seek non-black women when they get “on.” Why? Because they think these non-black women are better than them, and therefore make them better.

Well…Looks like Naya got tired of wading in negro waters and took her talents back across 8-mile. She recently married actor and close friend, Ryan Dorsey, and had no shame about releasing some more intimate wedding day photos. 

Big Sean probably feels like an idiot. Now, no one knows why they ended their engagement. Hell, he could have cheated on her with her own sister. Yet I find it hard to justify such a fly by night wedding with a “close friend.” Big Sean spent his whole allowance on her engagement ring–she ought to be ashamed. 

What’s more funny is, how Naya was carrying on during her relationship with Sean. Making diss tracks about his ex, going to interviews with him and acting like down ass foreign chick that every black man dreams of having. 



Dear Black Men:

These non-black women that you crave so much–you know, the one’s that look, act smell and are better than the black women that actually want you, evaluate their actual desire for you. Just as you think their better than you and your black women–They also think that they’re better. By no fault of their own–it’s your fault that they subconsciously live on a pedestal. I’m not talking about general white privilege. I’m talking about the whole black man’s concept of the foreign/non-black trophy wife and their desire for these women for no other reason other than physical attraction. Then when that woman realizes that you think this highly of her, she thinks that highly of herself and therefore moves on to someone she feels can upgrade her. Maybe if you placed such importance on the black women that actually want, desire and value you and your potential–there will be an even balance of you two upgrading each other. 


Iggy Azalea…Girl, What?


Let me start of by saying that I am not a racist. I just don’t like jokes unless they’re funny.


A little while a go the rap world was presented with a gift from Nickelodeon. In smooth karaoke fashion, an eggshell colored lady by the name of Iggy Azalea was delivered to us–and you people accepted it. I am not sorry to say that I AM NOT here for madame Dundee or any of her antics and here is why:

1. She’s a joke–well, the rap is the joke, she’s just the perpetrator. How is your speaking voice giving us “Rocko’s Modern Life,” but rap voice like a member of Crime Mob?

Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that rap involved different vocal levels and variety. I understand that a lot of people are more animated and character-like with their rap vocals, but there is an obvious difference between giving vocal variety for musical purposes, and completely changing your country of origin to appeal to black people, because you feel like rap is a “black” thing.

2.  She talks too much shit and you people let her get away with it.

Now I’m an avid believer in saying whatever the hell you feel like saying. Words are words–but you also have to understand that your words have some consequences–well you have to understand that If you’re talking about gay people–since they’re the new down-trodden minority (no shade.)  Iggy is very opinionated–but, as the hair salon songstress K-Michelle put it, “You’re opinions should never be louder than your pockets…” or talent for that matter. In the beginning stages of her sorry ass career, she should be a little more mindful of the things she says–but then again, white people get away with anything. So do black people, only difference is–we lose coins and opportunity when we piss people off with our words. Need an example?

“We ended our relationship with Teyana Taylor and do not have any upcoming product launches with her.”

Rick Ross’ Lost Reebok Deal Will Be A ‘Learning Situation’ For Meek Mill, Rockie Fresh


I have plenty more examples…


But back to the point..Iggy has shared her down under ass opinion plenty of times–but somehow, she’s still on top with no threat. Take a look at some of her shade:



Cute..I guess.


3. She’s ASS! She can’t rap–she has no bars. The shit she tries to pass off as bars are pre-written by someone else. This hip hopping ass wallabee had the nerve to begin a song with, “First thing’s first, I’m the realest!”

Bish, whet? The realist? The realist pain in the metaphorical ass of rap. Even Nicki chimed in on this trash–some think she was addressing some old shade that Iggy through;






“What I want the world to know about Nicki Minaj is when you hear Nicki Minaj spit, Nicki Minaj wrote it—No, no, no shade, no, no, no shade,”


And Iggy’s comments were before she got her chance to lip sync at the BET Awards this year…girl, you could’ve kept that shade.


4. Her constant shade comes with zero credibility. You’re discography is like that of the Gagnam style guy..just less popularity and less people who actually give a shit to view your lying ass videos. Understand that coming for Nicki is like someone coming for Jay Z..whether you’re a fan or not–their success is undeniable and one thing to piss off Nicki’s stans will leave you bloody and bald on twitter…Ask people who bashed Beyonce…or Rihanna.


So all in all–let’s realize that Wiggy Azalea is making a mockery of rap as an art form and has no respect for the culture.


New Listen: BEWARE Remake- J. Setta feat. T3Z


United States Army Veteran, and aspiring rap artist T3Z of Detroit, MI has made his video debut on J.Setta’s remake of Big Sean’s, “Beware” song.

T3Z’s word play and vocal variety instantly grabs the attention of the listener as he gives off an even-killed, yet so official vibe.


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