What’s good my lovelies? This week’s show was very interesting. It was a full house, again. We had not one but two beautiful, female models in the building. Check site!

Anyway- we had another legendary Spit SESH with Sadat X, Twainie of BCC, Mickey Factz (dope) and Lloyd’s (the R&B singer) newest co-sign, P Seven. Sadat was classic and especially cool to see him rock now being one of the greats of the Golden Era. Twainie also came. He is the one responsible for all those classic OGC reggae infused joints. He added a new element to the session that definitely complimented the ambiance on the set. Then, you have Mickey Factz. Honestly, I didn’t give Mickey Factz’s music a listen before we had him up on the show. I know that’s bad but you know me I do mad shit so life’s been unusually hectic lately! Anyhow- Mickey Factz is sick. I thought he was going to be another goofy rapper- but how bout I’m nervous. I feel a storm a’brewing. I’m starting to put 2 and 2 together.

Look who’s on the frontline of Generation Next- dudes like Charles Hamilton, Cory Gunz, Rain, Cool Kidz, Kidz in the Hall, etc. I think we might be getting some real, quality feel good music so why am I feeling nervous? My stomach is in knots anticipating the impact of these kids and maybe not even these specific kids but ones that will follow in their footsteps. These kids are smart. Yes, I’m saying kids- not particularly because they’re young in age but because kids symbolize innonence and the most pure time of your life where you aren’t influenced by the cruel realities of life and adulthood. I’m not trying to take away from their “gangsta” or street cred- or belittling them in any way. I’m more impressed by their choices to go against the formula created by the corporations and consumers. The “money making” formula. The easy way out. Make a quick buck with a ringtone record. Maybe you get two of those if you’re lucky these days.

The entertainment industry overall- with non-challenging programs on TV, oversaturated with reality show of sorts to microwave music with messages lost and unimportant while image and status levels are through the roof. We got lost in material things. We got lost in gossip. We got lost in scandel. We got lost in album sales and equating album quality to dollars made. But, that’s evolution. Change isn’t always agreeable but we have to accept it and rest assure knowing that time never stands still and neither does change- so before you know it- that moment will pass and a new moment will be born. So just think- that means your own opportunities are endless, as long as you seize the change! That’s what my kids are doing. Yes, now they’re my kids. Because I’m watching them grow up. We all are.

If you follow closely, you’ll witness a transition of interest in the exterior switching to curiousity of interest in what’s IN the interior. What I mean by that is- people are curious by nature. We forgot about the leasons learned and the stories told through music. My kids are thinking. They’re making it harder for us. It’s not Rap 101 anymore it’s AP Hip Hop. They make us revist the days when you had to discuss raps, analyze them, break them down, argue about them, translate them, interpurt them into your own words so that you, yourself could relate and understand. I’m not saying these kids are MIT geeks or Harvard historians- giving you an SAT rap. I’m just saying these kids are forcing you to use more brain power to consume the music.

I want to be challenged. I want to go look shit up in books or online to understand what Jay-Z meant when he said “blame it on Peter North and Iran-Contra.” I’m tired of Hip Hop- NEW Hip Hop that is. There will be a few joints here and there but I’m not jumpin out the window after a Lil Wayne album. Or Nas. Fuck that. I’m sick of gimmicks. I’m sick of the marketing of the album being more important than the content of the album. I revert back to what I fell in love with. Now I know what Common meant when he said he “he used to love her,” because I’m feeling that way myself. Not there yet though cuz ya girl is a real romantic and I don’t give up on my man! Just in time my kids came along and gave me hope. A NEXT era is on the horizon. So don’t jump yet folks, the children are our future! Smart Rap is what it is!

BONUS CHALLENGE: Someone find me a line from a present day record that’s parrallel in teachings to this:

It started on the sands of land of the mother
Word to mother king like my father
My style survived slave ships whips and chains hardships
Still through all this the praise roll off my lips
Bring your guns chains and tone force your religion
On me cut my hair the vibes still exist
To destroy the molesters of my heritage
But they conceal the drums of evil my loyal lineage
King of kings, God of gods
Like my ancestors drums I beat the odds
More mics killed than slaves during the middle passages
Who rapes and ravages and calls us savage?
Jungle bunny, I’m not mo’ funny, I’m mo’ deadly
They know one day we’ll learn how to use it
That’s why they fear our jungle music

LOL AND THE POINT OF THIS ENTRY WAS TO SHOW YOU THIS VIDEO CLIP.

AND!!! See I got caught up in real shit- but I wanted to say that I wasn’t feeling this dude P Seven. I’m sorry to say that because he’s Boston bretheren but fuck that I’ma tell you why I’m mad! First, he was acting disrespectful and arrogant. I hate that. Second- he had zero mic ettiquete and was not recognizing the gangsta of Factz, Twainie and Sadat. Don’t come from Boston and do that. Kanye- Jim Jones patna! Lucky that wasn’t Summer Jam. Ok and lastly he was hoggin the mic. I just didn’t think it was appropriate behavior when you have three other people hungry to spit too. He wasn’t garbage but the attitude killed it for me. You be the judge!

Hoooooooooooooooooolla at B