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Just had the best nap of 2017.  Time to get back to making the donuts.

Figured I’d start this short week, with some old, washed up dude…

(Inside joke for the sports fans…love my team but ain’t no way I can cosign that one…)

Kids today…





I wonder
Will it take me under
I don’t know

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin’
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters
No welfare supporters, more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world’s hot my son got not
Evidently, it’s elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Troopin’ out of state for a plate, knowledge
If coke was cooked without the garbage we’d all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin’, fashion
Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues
Your people holdin’ dough, no parole
No rubbers, go in raw imagine, law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind
I take a glimpse into time
Watch the blimp read, “The World Is Mine”

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I’d free all my sons, I love ’em love ’em baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, if you could be mine we’d both shine
If I ruled the world
Still livin’ for today, in these last days and times

The way to be, paradise like relaxin’, Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani, exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the ill’er path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime sexes and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin’, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies, history’s told foul
But I’m as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin’
Trickin’ six digits on kicks and still holdin’
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisoner set free, stress free
No work release purple M3’s and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I’d make Coretta Scott-King mayor o’the cities and reverse themes to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I’d open every cell in Attica send em to Africa

If I ruled the world, imagine that
I’d free all my sons, I love ’em love ’em baby
Black diamonds and pearls
Could it be, if you could be mine we’d both shine
If I ruled the world
Still livin’ for today, in these last days and times

And then we’ll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We’ll walk right up to the sun
We won’t land
We’ll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We’ll walk right up to the sun
We won’t land

You’d love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
Duck down in car seats, heat’s mandatory
Runnin’ from Jake, gettin’ chased, hunger for papes
These are the breaks, many mistakes go down out of state
Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight
Tryin’ to get laced, flip the ace stack, the safe
Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cock hammer
Makin’ moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler
‘Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still nobody want a nigga havin’ shit
If I ruled the world and everything in it, sky’s the limit
I push a Q-4-5 infinite
It wouldn’t be no such thing as jealousies or be felony
Strictly living longevity to the destiny
I thought I’d never see, but reality struck
Better find out before your time’s out, what the fuck

If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled
I’d free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled
Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds
Could it be, if you could be mine, we’d both shine
If I ruled the world
Still livin’ for today, in these last days and times

If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled
I’d free all my sons, black diamonds
I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled
If I ruled the world

If I ruled the world
I love em love em baby




We’ll skip the serious to start this week.  (I’m sure they’ll be plenty next Sunday…)

Anyway, not the first time I’ve said this, but for the various cracks we’ve all made that the Fresh Prince wasn’t Nas or Rakim (obviously), he could still rhyme a good story that was true to the tone of the pop rap he was good at.

And poor Jazz…

Happy Halloween kids!




So there’s the names you recognize because it’s been in the marketing. Baz Luhrmann. Nas. Nelson George if you’re a hip hop head.

The name not as heavily promoted but who played a significant role of his own is my brother in many things in this life, Aaron Rahsaan Thomas, officially credited as a Co-Executive Producer on ‘The Get Down’, which you can start streaming tonight on Netflix (or possibly right now depending on when you read this.)

I’ve enjoyed the hype leading up to this as much as most of you have, and I know the sacrifices Aaron made to be a part of this project, so I have high hopes as both a friend and a fan for this one.

Six episodes now, with the latter six coming next year.  Can’t wait.

Congrats Aaron!  And the rest of you, make this a part of your weekend!



Whether you consider Nas too be overrated or one of the best lyricists in hip hop history, Time Is Illmatic is a great documentary that captures a specific moment in hip hop history and how the artist and the album influenced so many who came after it.

The story proper begins with Nas’ father, who as many hip hop heads know, was a quality jazz musician in his own right.  Olu Dara instilled his boys Nasir and Jabari with a deep respect for music, as well as a healthy library of books that clearly built the vocabulary of the young rapper in training.

Another great chapter of the documentary covers how Roxanne Shante is credited for putting Nas in his crew ‘on’ initially, in the middle of rap/New York’s early rap battles.  Hearing the story of ‘The Bridge/South Bronx/The Bridge is Over’ from young Nas’ point of view provides good humor for the middle portion of the doc.  One of the surprises of Time Is Illmatic is ‘Back to the Grill Again’ and MC Serch’s meeting with Nas comes at the halfway point: the album that gives the doc its name is really only the second half of the story.

But when we get there, man.  The diehard Nas fans will go nuts; even if you only know the bigger hits (‘The World is Yours’), you’ll come alive when you relive those songs.  And that producer list!  Pete Rock! Q-Tip!  Little wonder why the album is considered by many to be the first 5 star hip hop classic.

I’m giving you the broad strokes; the doc clocks in at little more than an hour and it’s worth your time if you’re a fan.  Now streaming on iTunes.


nasir jones

Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip’ll make a nigga flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I’m gon’ body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I’m hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I’ma rep, to the death of it
’til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown
Hoodrats, don’t abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors

[whispering again]
Yo, all I need is one mic..
All I need is one mic.. that’s all I need
All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz
All I need is one mic.. yeah

[gradually getting louder]
All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer – tell God forgive for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there’s thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there’s sixteen apiece, that’s thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times
Now I’m strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y’all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There’s nothin in our way – they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut

[whispering again]
All I need is one mic.. that’s all I need, that’s all I need
All I need is one mic.. there’s nuttin else in the world
All I need is one mic.. that’s all a nigga need to do his thing y’know
All I need is one mic..

[starting loud this time, getting quieter]
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz’ll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I’m blastin cause I’m a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn’t have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn’t true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I’m on the right track I’m finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now

All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah
All I need is one mic.. that’s all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash
All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry
All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world