Leaderboard

I think on a certain level rap has killed pop music. It's gotten to the point that the break is looped and you miss all the foreplay. So know we have bunch if orgasms but no foreplay and no after play. Rap has turned popular musc into porn. I criricise rap but I love what it was and can be a voice of the disposed or those who speak to the dispossed. Which explains why rap is popular with white suburban kids and black urban kids and lots of folk in between. Which rapper is better is ant of a pissing contest. I think Jay Z can flow but he is no longer hip hop he's a corporation. He's said so in his lyrics. I'd say Kool Moe Dee has it all over LL Cool J. Except LL had better beats and marketing. Rap still speaks to it's audience however I don't know how much of it is hip hop

Well, guys, this is where I come in. While you 2 are blocking out all the frivolous news, more focused on the unsung of Rapdom, your pop culture vulture - that would be me - keeps an eye, albeit a jaundiced one, on what is currently happening in the kaleidiscopic world of plastic icons. Dancing with the Stars draws its contestants from all areas of the media, and its competition features a cross-section of old, young, multi-ethnic, wanna-be or has-been second-tier celebs from TV, Hollywood, the recording industry,Olympic and pro-sports venues, and, yes, - journalists with a ham streak. Anxious to show off their skills doing Tangos,Cha-Chas, Rhumbas, Fox trots, Waltzes and "jive" dancing, participants strive to earn good scores from 4 judges and phoned-in viewer votes. One of this season's favorites was stoner Tommy Chong of Cheech and Chong fame, who did a credible job of "cuttin' the rug". Favored to take the trophy in next week's finals is Carleton from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, (Alfonso, Ribero). Apparently being on the show does no damage to one's professional resume, and can even earn entrants admration for being a good sport while doin' their best. It is, after all, a fun show. And it does pay well. Tavis' lack of success was inflicted by his own smug attitude. He was miffed when comic Jimmy Kimmel predicted he would be an early exit, and Tavis vowed to prove him wrong. But his exhibitions of stilted mediocrity were unimpressive, and he was quickly given the boot, subsequently griping that being on tour for his newly-released book didn't give him enough time to practice. Maybe he will now empathize more with Obama. I am not an avid fan of this show. I check it out from time to time because watching eager beavers make fools of themselves provides some comic relief from the drama and tragedy of what's going on in the serious world.

Not quite accurate. Mos Def, Talib, Common, Black Thought are all ten times better than Lil Wayne (this is subjective of course) but most people realize that the conscious emcees are also better lyrically. It really is a case of commercialization and mainstream music being promoted at the expense of better emcees. This song gets 1000 more plays on mainstream radio Than this song: Let's be serious... which song is better. Hell which song can you decipher the lyrics? LOL! The consicous rappers are all better. Oddly enough T.I. is not "conscious" rappers, but he makes more positive anthems than most people. He has a great amount of balance. He can get ratchet and drop some very good songs. All of these emcees have club bangers as well positive stuff, but the problem is the songs are not being played equally. It's like shelf space at the book store, if gangsta lit is selling then you will see gangsta lit on the tables while books that are more literary languish.

It ain't easy being a celebrity or high-profile public figure these days, unless of course you are Kim Kardashian who makes a lucrative living off of being an airhead exhibitionist. Unlike other female celebs sniveling about the omnipresent paparazzi, or the hackers posting nude pictures of them on social media sites, Kim relishes any opportunity to flaunt her assets. Her popularity is the 8th wonder of the world. Elsewhere, hardly a week goes by where those who have gotten what they wished for, upon getting it, are now burdened with the stress that comes with success. Superstar athletes who, between cheering up their fans were beating up their loved ones, have fallen from grace, their shoe contracts as void as the veins of the steroid abusers among them, their finances as scrambled as the brains of concussion victims. BOOOOO. Which brings us to the POTUS. Once on top of the world, now stuck at the bottom of his lame duck ratings, Obama hangs in limbo, lynched by racist Republicans, left to dangle by his own scatterbrained party. Blindsided by the audacity of hope that was his campaign slogan, his dreams have become nightmares. Bummer. Then there’s poor ol Bill Cosby, the latest fallen idol. America’s favorite dad and spokesman for Jello has been toppled from his pedestal and is being outed as a gelatinous sexual predator worse than cradle-robber and God portrayer, Morgan Freeman. It turns out Dr. Cliff Huxtable was actually Dealer Clit Hustler, hot to examine the bodies of passed-out young wanna-bes he drugged and allegedly raped. His career and reputation are now hovering on the brink of ruin. He learned a hard lesson. So, Students, what does this teachable moment teach us? Being rich and famous carries with it a responsibility. A responsibility to whom? To yourself, so you won’t become your own worst enemy. Consequences are a bitch.