On very few rare occasions do I feel an almost immediate “friend in the head” connection with people so I almost wet myself a la Fergie when I came across Drama Dupree’s brand spankin’ new YouTube channel earlier this morning. You already know how much I love and support the kids so I shot him an email begging to use his future videos as Daily Tang Multivitamin material and he said yes!
So without further adieu I say dust, coke, base, soap, grab that queen around her throat! Enjoy.
Mmm…another fine day in Crunkland. It just gives you that joyous feeling, like when you find a dollar under the passenger seat of your car and know that you can now snag a 5-piece nugget from Mickey D’s.
Anyway, it is Kid Fury here again. I decided to come to you all today, because this whole Rick Ross/Plies fraudulence nonsense has got me to thinking. Basically, I’ve been asking myself and others, “Who gives a damn?”. I mean, I still don’t see what the big deal is about Ross being an ex-officer of the law. If you all knew how many Negroes down here work in criminal justice and still go out and show their ass, you probably wouldn’t give a shit either. As far as Plies goes — how many rappers don’t lie about being goons? Enough said.
I can think of a million topics that are far more pertinent these days than two rappers fibbing about their pasts. Due to the fact that real life has been rough for me these past few weeks, I thought I would drop a few notes on what folks should really be worried about.
I’ve never posted the same video two days in a row but I want to be sure that everybody has an opportunity to participate in Rev. Emory’s Holy Ghost leg lunges.
I can’t and I won’t but I will make a seed offering so that the man of God can invest in another Columbian cocaine white suit. His outfit takes casket sharp to a new level.
D’Angelo’s former manager revealed in the August 2008 issue of Spin magazine that the video for “Untitled” was to blame for the downward spiral of both his career and personal life.
I blamed Angie Stone for giving him the “until you do right by me everything you think about is going to fail” curse but I will leave the rest of that conversation for another day.
“We couldn’t get through one song before women would start to scream for him to take off something” says Hargrove. “It wasn’t about the music. All they wanted was for him to take off his clothes.”
The cat calls had an undeniable effect on D’Angelo. “He’d get angry and started breaking sh*t,” Thompson remembers. “The audience thinking, “f*ck your art, I wanna see your ass!” made him angry”.
For D’Angelo, who, as Trenier puts it, “isn’t a sexy dude” but a “real musician who wears glasses and plays video games,” the objectification appeared to do lasting damage.
“I didn’t realize how vulnerable he was or how deep his issues ran.” Says Leeds. “He’s cursed now with fretting over how much of his fan base is because of how he looked as opposed to his music. It took away his confidence, because he’s not convinced why any given fan is supporting him.
Real Gossip 101 has exclusive behind the scenes pictures of the Simmons sisters on the set of the commercial /video for Angela’s new song “Center of Attention.” [Click here to listen]
I didn’t download the tune to my ipod but if Pound Puppy can yelp about people googling her name then I say let this chick howl at the moon if she wants to. Get your money ladies.
I think blind items are pure bullspit for the most part but I couldn’t let the chance to post above delicious irony pass me by. Sweet Minty Jesus please let this be a lie from the pits of the wig crypt!
Via the Panache Report:
Presently, there are two black female singers involved with rappers who lead a double life as dope boys to supplement their income.
Due to peer pressure and the love of the bling-bling lifestyle. These less than moderate rappers have to keep up with the jones’s at any cost. They have to create an illusion of wealth of they feel insignificant or invisible.
One of the black female singers is like a crutch to her non-talent rapper because he supplies her with free drugs. She probably wouldn’t look at him twice if not for this perk.
The other female singer doesn’t give a damn what her rapper/dope boy does as long as he brings in the money so they can continue to front with materialistic objects such as designer bags, expensive bling and expensive whips.
Both rapper/dope boys cheat on their women with a bevy of groupies and regions of video girls. Who are these two couples? Hint: It’s not T.I.
Somebody is having the best week ever, right? Thanks Mo-Stan!
