Harajuku Hyphen wreaks havoc on the streets of New York City for the pages of Ebony (save your shade for another day) in the Derek Blanks directed photo spread. Get a behind the scene glimpse after the jump.

(Picture via Hip Hollywood)

Algernod Lanier Washington, hip-hop’s favorite nurse and Becky chaser saved the kids from hoe shit.

Literally.

At a FAMU homecoming concert, Kirk Franklin spotted a young girl out in the audience and paid her $1,000 to leave his show. I must say that I’m shocked and pleasantly surprised that he did such a thing, as most people wouldn’t care as long as the person is accounted for and paid to get into their show.

The young lady needs to thank her lucky stars that it wasn’t R. Kelly that approached her. She would have been turned out quicker than Bobby Browns’ crack stash.

Fresh,

So there I was watching the Noah’s Arc episode guest-starring (the term starring is being used loosely) Raz-B when along came this feverish glare. In this scene Raz-’s character is grappling with the news that he is HIV-positive. Just looking at the picture though, you’d think it was Chris Stokes trying to reassure him that all managers fondle members of their boy bands.

G.G.

I guess when your mother is a big drag queen, you can’t help but emulate some of her most “interesting” traits.

Here on the red carpet at the InStyle Magazine Ovarian Cancer Research Fund Benefit this past Saturday, Aoki pushed Julie Henderson [best known for modeling writing that piece about Black women on global grind] aside and let the inner diva [Kanye’s is spelled DIVA, ALL CAPS LOCKED BABY] come out to play. She seemed to love the cameras, and of course the cameras loved her back.

Go get em’ Miss Baby Phat. Purr for the kids.

Longtime Crunkster and fuckery enthusiast Nikki submitted a movie trailer that is sure to snatch your soul.

Remember that hip hopera version of Carmen that Beyonce did years ago? Well, that ain’t got shit on this. It’s called A Day In The Life and it’s produced and directed by Sticky Fingaz.

I don’t think Bokeem Woodbine can even save this shit — and ya’ll know how hard I ride [ahem] for him! EBT is going to snatch this up quicker than you can say TYLER PERRRRRY, TYLER PERRY!

Amazing how just a few months ago, the world’s most famous Barbadian was in “Love Lockdown” with the world’s most famous Freshwater Beaver. Since then, she has survived, beaten Cassie TWICE at her own game, and was able to score the starring role in the Hip-Hop’s world most dramatic diva [I see you Kanye] period piece, “Paranoid.” Here she is in London at the premiere of the film “Inglorious Basterds.” GET A PIECE!

By the way, I’m J. Cooper AKA Coop in The Bocks AKA, CoopIseeyou on twitter. Fresh harassed me until I agreed to assist her on doing God’s work in spreading fuckery online.

I have been waiting around to post the final [?] version of Kanye’s video for “Paranoid” to soften the whimpers of Mr. West about an unfinished edit being leaked. This is my way of allowing him to be great I guess. Skeet or delete?

The potent zest that is Day 26 [minus Willie and the Team Chunk member Big Mike] made me sweat out my freshly pressed edges this morning when I finally saw the footage of their studio scrap online. Since Robert’s dramatic cunt meltdown is worthy of its own open post here it is. I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time now that Que and his pank lips make my uterus contract like I am breastfeeding for the first time. Finally a forum to express my thoughts!

AyYoEb twitted me this clip of Trey Songz long lost brother Voice [I do not approve] serenading Ty Ty Baby on an episode of her talk show. If he was a Knowles he would have been got put on by now.

Sorry for all the Knowles coverage but this had to be posted. I can’t talk right now. Sez Michael from The Cynical Ones:

Oh joy, someone has combined two of my favorite people: God and Beyonce! This is some chuuch I can jig to. I don’t know if this is preacher strategy to let the Saturday night crowd know they’re still welcomed to afternoon services after they eat breakfast at 1:45 p.m. or what, but I think I love it.

Yes, if you read this entry earlier you notice that I’ve completely changed my tune. Let me keep it real: I was frontin’. I love this remix, but I worry if I’m on thin ice with the Lord. Last week I went to church for the first time in forever and I didn’t burst into flames. I didn’t want to get up and jig to this and have a piece of concrete fall on my head. That Old Testament wrath is vicious.