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Monday, August 17, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Top 10 Waka Flocka Songs of all Time - GOATF
Greatest of all Time Flocka
Flocka is a fat fuck with an appetite for college girls, cheap beer, expensive liquor, and debauchery. When asked about Oj the Juiceman's relative lack of success, Gucci Mane said Oj came in the game rich and didnt have the hunger it takes to develop and feed a following on the mixtape circuit. The story here ends similarly but is far more interesting.
Flocka gained mixtape notoriety, titling himself the Prince of Mixtapes, and then went commercial. His first album, Flockaveli, was great and had a more well-produced sound than his previous offerings did - but something was lost. His raw delivery was there but the beats were different and, believe it or not, the concepting lost a step - trading in what was special in him for what was consumable. It's hard to be a mixtape success and trending commercial personality -- especially for someone who, up front, admits they suck at rapping. Here is a retrospective on Flame's career, outing his best.
Listen to this Playlist on Youtube
10. Clap
9. Karma
8. Bring the Chopper
7. Heavyweights
6. Ballin Out
5. Dear Diary
4. Blunt Music
3. I am an Illusion
1. Dreads and Golds
Honorable Mention:
Ray Ray
Qualifications: I have listened to his entire library and am awesome.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Humility
If you don't have people reducing you, you aren't too big - which is good and bad. It either means you have no issue with humility or it means that you are avoiding the truth that you are a cocky motherfucker with no saving grace.
Personally, as a male rancor from the Star Wars universe who got 113 seconds of airtime (, infamy) and died by the crushing of a giant metal gate, I seek those who would destroy me so that I can rebuild me better. I am a student of life and if you've broken me, I will rebuild and I won't forget (Luke Skywalker, you mothe...)
I was en route to a tutoring assignment, 35 minutes into my 45 minute trip, when my client unceremoniously canceled. I was rightfully displeased. I was over-the-top pissed. I've learned to mask that indignation, if not get rid of it, altogether. Anyway, I hopped off the bus and found myself at one of those spots you always see and want to check out but might never find an occasion to actually visit. With the afternoon in front of me, I had that time. This was a center were Go is played: A non-profit facility maintained for the sole purpose of playing a certain board game. I was greeted at the front desk and led to a seat - I was the first one to arrive for the weekly evening of free lessons and the teacher would be with me shortly. In 15 minutes, Chris, a man with three fingers on his right hand as well as Jinlee, a recent chinese immigrant and my competition for the evening, had arrived. Chris watched us play; or, make errors and repose with blunders. I became flustered. I lost the first game to a little Chinese girl (and I consider myself an intellect) and was losing again. He stopped my hand, looked at me and asked about my fixation on protecting a one place on the board. I said it was a part of my strategy and that I was now losing that hold. Cut your losses and move on the the battles you may win on other fronts. Go is a game filled with lessons on life. This is what he told me.
Today, I attended a lecture with 200 attendees given by a 30 year old. Why the fuck would 200 people spend their morning with a 30 year old. Before the meeting, I decided I wouldn't speak to anyone because they were yuppies and I buried myself in a notebook. My first personal note:
"If I'm not the youngest in the room, I'm probably not hearing anything worth learning"
The topic of the day was 'Humility.'
For me, humility means admission when a teacher tweases out your error and holds the wriggling SOB up in front of your eyes and asks "is this a part of you?"
Throughout the lecture, audience members were invited up to the front to share stories. When I finally found the balls to raise my hand, God sounded a horn of triumph somewhere and a 16 year old girl got up and shared her story which was better than mine probably would have been (though I was a lot more nervous about my story than I was hers.) I don't know what she said but she was important for me - the rancor.
My greatest trait is the desire to search without a direct purpose. I learn all types of things and find answers to questions I didn't know I had and you don't know you have.
You see a rancor - but he is a student of life. A homeless man is a teacher. Your self needs an update.
Personally, as a male rancor from the Star Wars universe who got 113 seconds of airtime (, infamy) and died by the crushing of a giant metal gate, I seek those who would destroy me so that I can rebuild me better. I am a student of life and if you've broken me, I will rebuild and I won't forget (Luke Skywalker, you mothe...)
I was en route to a tutoring assignment, 35 minutes into my 45 minute trip, when my client unceremoniously canceled. I was rightfully displeased. I was over-the-top pissed. I've learned to mask that indignation, if not get rid of it, altogether. Anyway, I hopped off the bus and found myself at one of those spots you always see and want to check out but might never find an occasion to actually visit. With the afternoon in front of me, I had that time. This was a center were Go is played: A non-profit facility maintained for the sole purpose of playing a certain board game. I was greeted at the front desk and led to a seat - I was the first one to arrive for the weekly evening of free lessons and the teacher would be with me shortly. In 15 minutes, Chris, a man with three fingers on his right hand as well as Jinlee, a recent chinese immigrant and my competition for the evening, had arrived. Chris watched us play; or, make errors and repose with blunders. I became flustered. I lost the first game to a little Chinese girl (and I consider myself an intellect) and was losing again. He stopped my hand, looked at me and asked about my fixation on protecting a one place on the board. I said it was a part of my strategy and that I was now losing that hold. Cut your losses and move on the the battles you may win on other fronts. Go is a game filled with lessons on life. This is what he told me.
Today, I attended a lecture with 200 attendees given by a 30 year old. Why the fuck would 200 people spend their morning with a 30 year old. Before the meeting, I decided I wouldn't speak to anyone because they were yuppies and I buried myself in a notebook. My first personal note:
"If I'm not the youngest in the room, I'm probably not hearing anything worth learning"
The topic of the day was 'Humility.'
For me, humility means admission when a teacher tweases out your error and holds the wriggling SOB up in front of your eyes and asks "is this a part of you?"
Throughout the lecture, audience members were invited up to the front to share stories. When I finally found the balls to raise my hand, God sounded a horn of triumph somewhere and a 16 year old girl got up and shared her story which was better than mine probably would have been (though I was a lot more nervous about my story than I was hers.) I don't know what she said but she was important for me - the rancor.
My greatest trait is the desire to search without a direct purpose. I learn all types of things and find answers to questions I didn't know I had and you don't know you have.
You see a rancor - but he is a student of life. A homeless man is a teacher. Your self needs an update.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
My Top Hip Hop Albums
"My apartment is too nice to play rap in"
- Kanye West
My favorite genre has a lyrical element and an energy that turns me on. It takes something novel to be elevated into my all-time list. As much as I love Gucci Mane, you won't find him here. Novelty happens; in every genre but in this little niche of hip hop its something special and transcendent when it happens and I'm keyed into the culture and can appreciate the waves an album makes. These are albums I believe did something new and all of them have "it" but the differentiation between the tiers is based on an intellectual/musical position the album brought to attention.
Tier One
Get Rich or Die Trying
The Cool
Tier Two
My Dark Twisted Fantasy
Channel Orange
Good Kid Maad City
Her Favorite Colo(u)r - Blu (good luck, ya bish)
???
To Pimp a Butterfly
The album has to settle and the reverberations have to actualize, in order for me to place an album. When Lupe's most recent album came out, I was astounded, and ready to place it somewhere close to The Cool. Well, it didn't last. King Kendrick came along and took custody of hip hop and left Lupe forgotten (again), unable to shed his label of being washed up.
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