Let me clear my throat...

DJ Khaled says “Lisssssssssssssssssten!” But now he’s saying “Weeee the Best!” If only we could strip his vocal cords? Koverkian is out…

Weezy* likes sloppy seconds or thirds or whatever.
(see: Prostitute Flange)
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Weezy*’s mission: every DJ has there own Weezy* only mixtape.
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Whoever said it, got it right: Weezy* needs to stop releasing tracks he goes over when he’s on syrup or blown out of his mind.

Ying Yang Twins have a track “Clearing the Rumors” on the new Smallz tape. What rumors? What T-Rock (or whatever his name is with the glasses) is a transvestite crack whore whispered at the wrong transvestite.

I know why Mood Muzik 3 or the subsequent Growth ain’t out yet: Joe Budden is depressed, we all know that. But did you know he’s a bit obsessed.

Oh, Joey, your quite the comedian, “i smoke cigs, but as soon as i get cancer, i'm quitting, hopefully”.

Joey's Blog goes so far as to air out chicks stealing finer pics for their Myspace page in hopes of hollering at Joey “I’m not on here looking for jumpoffs”.

Joey saves himself face by telling us that he gets 200 private messages each day and he stresses he cannot get to all of them, calling some folk, who message him again even though he has yet to respond, unproductive members of society. He ends it affirming us he’s “still a great person” and to “have a blessed day”.

He deletes any promotion placed in his comments and your Myspace friendship is severed.

And he will not accept your friendship without a message. Plus you have to be: a friend, fan, female or company.

I’m surprised he doesn’t have his page set on private. Man Joey, get a life!
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Challenge: Fuck with Joey’s Myspace page. Friend him and place adds on his page because we all know Mood Muzik 3’s still probably months away (I don’t believe the July drop).


I’m not convinced that any Florida rapper can hold his own weight. Except Pitbull, minus the Culo.
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Scott Storch is crazy ridiculous.

Ludacris was on Law and Order a few weeks ago. I was waiting for him to flip the script and yell, “Luda!”

As much as I dispise of 50 cent, he really is made with is recent earnings from the sale of Vitamin water. With all the heat he’s taken lately, he’s been quite honest. And thee sign that 50’s G-Unit marketability is in serious decline: pushing back Curtis from 6/26 to 9/4.

And thanks to the person who suggested I use ZShare to upload so the track could be listened to before downloading. Genius, pure genius. Why didn’t I think of that?
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Oh, yeah, I was listening to J-Hood. Or not listening to J-Hood, if you catch my drift. Whichever you prefer. If you don’t catch my drift, I am with you because I don’t even catch my own drift. If you caught my drift, well, then you’re on some whole new level; you’ve transcended all that is J-Hood and climbed the lyrical ladder towards Heaven or maybe, Team Arliss. Cuz whatever they’re on, it’s something, something I am unable to comprehend. Trust me Team Arliss, I mean this only in a good way. If you catch my drift.

I am employing Jay Rock, Bishop Lamont and Murs to change my mind that West Coast rap sucks… Post Pending.

J. Dilla is alive but not well… Post Pending (where’s that picture The Ghost that Leaned by the Door)

I felt really bad for Mistah Fab when hearing he only pushed 4,500 copies of his new Baydestrian a few weeks ago. But then I laughed my ass off remembering Fab’s alright with that because he’s going dumb at the Sideshow.
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He’s sent out like 6 blog/news postings each day for the last month reminding us the Baydestrain is in stores. Nobody’s really interested Fab. And asking me why I befriended Fab on Myspace is, well, liable for me to suspend your IP address from ever visiting this site again (anger and subsequent action courtesy of Joe Budden).

Don’t play some Sean Paul bootleg when Sean Paul is in attendance.

Can we have a grime fest takes all battle: Ransom v Hell Rell?
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The winner battles the winner of: Styles P v Uncle “Bullet, Bullet” Murda.
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Speaking of Hell Rell, he got roasted over @ The Smoking Section on some Chuck Norrisisms type shit. “Hell Rell shaves with broken beer bottles.”


Forget the duet album between R. Kelly and T-Pain. How about they star in a duet porno?

Game and his ginger talk about retiring… Post Pending.

Kobe was bored when he said “trade”. I think he needs a “white girl, that fucking Lindsay Lohan”.
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While I was filled with glee over these recent stars’ run-ins with reality, I do feel like we’re judging Lohan, Spears and Hil—well, not Paris (good jokes Silverman). I mean who hasn’t gone out the door without boxers or crashed their car full of coke?

T.I. acting hard. I repeat, acting.





Jeezy’s lackey’s pulled 95k their first week? And Boosie and the Trill Ent did 30k with “Wipe Me Down”, a weak single? And they say album sales are in decline. If only they pushed Saigitty…