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The weekend is upon us.

One of the little homies told me this morning, he’s about the positivity now, and I half jokingly told him, ‘Like Father, Like Son.’

But not joking at all, it made my day.  

Spread love people.  It’s the Brooklyn way, and it’s my way.

Have a good one folks.



Sleep pattern back in rhythm.

Appetite back in rhythm.

Mentally ready to put in this work.

Me right now:





Was on vacation but I did catch we lost one of the backbones of Bad Boy’s rise last week.

It still bumps, but this feels like one of those ‘you really had to be in the club/party scene’ at that moment in time to understand how influential this song (the original and this remix) was.

RIP Craig Mack.




State of My Union Sunday night.  I’m being told some of you look forward to the annual #MalikWeek posts.  So I should warn you ahead of time, I have a week of signature songs lined up for this space, but beyond that I decided awhile ago I was going more subtle this year.  I’m crossing a number of important milestones off my list next week, but a lot of them aren’t necessarily social media friendly. Not that I’m doing this specifically, but ‘I opened a new IRA today!’ doesn’t scream the need for an Instagram post, if you catch my drift.

Anyway, speaking from the heart Sunday night on where I’m at mentally, and it’s still the weekend.  Perfect segway.

Have a good weekend!




‘Breast milk….you made my day-ay!!!!’


But yeah, it’s the weekend.  Have a good one kids!




The weekend. Need I say more?




The countdown to Ramadan has begun.

I’ll go into it in more detail before my annual interwebs exile, but in short: everything is, or is very very swiftly where it’s supposed to be.  Including yours truly.

So I’m in the mood to give you 20 or so ‘fun’ songs before I leave you, but, you know how I am now.  Always in the moment. We’ll see how it goes.

But today I feel good, so…





My afternoon was dominated by Biggie (RIP), but I’ll give the final word tonight to the producer/artist we lost today, Sir George Martin.

The arrangement of the song he did especially for the Vegas show (which happens to be my favorite version and favorite Vegas show.)

The Fifth Beatle ladies and gentlemen.


Rhyme & Reason (1997) Directed by Peter Spirer Shown: Da Brat

I’m feeling like we need to give hip hop some love this week, don’t you?




In terms of the overall package, I will always be preferential to Pac.   BUT…

If we’re talking about the best lyricist, with the nicest metaphors; in the debate with Rakim, Hov, Nas and whoever else you want to throw in there…

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. (Diddy) – Bridge in the background]
What? (That’s right! Bad Boy!)
What? Uhh!
Uhh, Uhh! Lyrically I’m, uhh!
Uhh, check it out!
Uhh, lyrically I’m…
Uhh… uhh, uhh!
Junior M.A.F.I.A.! (Remix)
Uhh, Junior M.A.F.I.A.!

[Bridge: Faith Evans]
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yeeeeeeeeah, yeeeeeeeeeah!
So goooooood, so goooooood!
I loooove you sooooooo much!
One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…
One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…
One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…
One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance…

[The Notorious B.I.G.:]
First things first, I poppa! – Freaks all the honies! (uh-huh!)
Dummies! (uh!) – Playboy bunnies, those wantin’ money.
Those the ones I like cause they don’t get Nathan
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation.
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs,
Heart throb? Never! – Black and ugly as ever!
However – I stay Coogi down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks! (uh!)
And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me (uh-huh!) navajos creep me in they tee pee! (uh!)
As I lay down laws like Alan Coppet
Stop it! (uh!) – If you think they gonna make a prophet!
Don’t see my ones, don’t see my guns! – Get it?
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it (uh!) then split it!
In two as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A. (uh!)
I don’t know what the hell’s stoppin’ ya!
I’m clockin ya, Versace shades watchin’ ya! (uh-huh!)
Once ya grin, I’m in, game begin! (uh!)
First I talk about how I dresses this,
In diamond necklasses, stretch Lexuses! (whooo!)
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper! – Help ya reach the (uh-huh!)
Climax that your man can’t make
Call him, tell him you’ll be home real late, and sing the break! (uh!)

[Chorus 1: Faith Evans (The Notorious B.I.G.) & (“Puff Daddy”)]
Baabyyyyyy, heeeeere I am (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)
Aaaaall, I neeeeed is ooooone more chaaaaaance! One more chance…
IIIII can heeelp (uh!) you fiiiiiind, yourseeeeelf! (I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)
Cause you, don’t neeeeeed (uh!) noboooo-dy eeeeelse! – One more chaaaance… (“Remix! “)

[The Notorious B.I.G. (“Puff Daddy”):]
She’s sick of that song on how it’s so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz,
There I is! (uh!) – Major Payne like Damon Wayans (uh-huh!)
Low Down Dirty even like his brother Keenan.
Schemin’! (uh!) – Don’t leave ya girl round me
True player for real, ask Puff Dad-dy! (“yeeeah! “)
You ringin’ bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel. (uh!)
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell (uh-huh!)
She beeped me, meet me at twelve! (uh!)
Where you at? Flippin’ jobs, payin car notes? (“yeeeah! “)
While I’m swimmin’ in ya women like the breast stroke! (“uh-huh! “)
Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke
Death stroke – tongue all down her throat! (uh-huh!)
Nuttin left to do but send her home to you,
I’m through! – Can ya sing the song for me, boo?

[Chorus 2: Faith Evans (The Notorious B.I.G.)]
One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance!
(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)
One more chaaaaaaance! – Biggie give me one more chaaaance!
(I got that good love girl, you didn’t know?)

[The Notorious B.I.G. (“Puff Daddy”):]
So, what’s it gonna be? – Him or me? (uh!)
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls. (uh-huh!)
The envy of all women – crushed linen!
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em. (whoooo!)
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man’s a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin’!
High fashion – flyin’ into all states (uh!)
Sexin me while ya man [masturbates]! (“uhh, uhh! “)
Isn’t this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds. (uh!)
Lyrically I’m supposed to represent (what?)
I’m not only the client, I’m the player president! (uh!)