The Chronicles of the Last Don, 2nd entry
There are three (3) rules to business:
Stay in the black, never the red
Business before pleasure
Business never personal
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve witnessed black folk either disregarding or being ignorant to these rudimentary components of the sweet science of capitalism, I’d have enough money to build a public housing project in Beverly Hills…on Rodeo Drive. You figure the shit out. Also, if we could stop stabbing each other in the fucking back over what usually amounts to elementary school lunch money from the streets to corporate America, we could build empires. Eventually, we could all be a conglomerate. But Q-Tip said it best, “Progression can’t be made if we’re separate forever.”
It’s still early, y’all, but the Heat look O.D. shaky right now. D. Wade at times looks like he’s made of dollar store plastic cup components, and they lack that glow a 2-time defending champion has shown in the past. But to keep it a buck, it’s still a half a season to go, and King James is still the best player and the elite physical specimen on the planet Earth. Don’t bet against them just yet. But Indiana and OKC look mighty hungry.
Trinidad James said that Atlanta runs NYC and T.I. basically cosigned him, right? I couldn’t name a second Trinidad James song if you made me walk the plank into an empty Olympic diving pool. But anyways…if you niggas run NYC, you’d think you could do something to hold your own city down through your 3-inch “blizzard” down duh (there). Hey 404, girls up here still troop in Jordans during 3-inches of snow. They don’t even need to throw the Uggz, ACGs, or Contructs on for 3 inches. A thousand accidents? Places shut down? People “snowed” in? LMMFAO!!!!! It’s quiet for y’all.
Can you motherfakers please stop faking on the blogs? I mean, really. You do realize that people actually know you, right? We have first-hand accounts of you not being shit, not being about shit, and showing little to no hope of ever being shit. So…basically…what you can decipher from my keystrokes is that everyone knows what you really are about. It’s utterly disgusting to be forced to see your consistent fraud up and down my TL. Please stop. Or die. All of you.
LIGHT SKIN VS. DARK SKIN
At times nowadays I’m perplexed/saddened/maddened/bewildered over this whole debate. I admit, it is funny on the blogs (Twitter), but if anyone truly takes the core of these sentiments to heart, we have a huge problem. I’m going to assume that you all are idiots; therefore I will explain the origin of all this fuckery. After years of black slavery in this country, Massa (Master) had mixed his devil DNA with our ladies, causing a natural lightening of the skin. Massa wouldn’t overtly accept his mixed children as his own, but he did “allow” some of them to escape the grueling and back-breaking labor of the cotton fields. Instead, they did less strenuous jobs from housework to other duties around the plantation. The darker the skin, the farther in the field you were; the lighter or fairer the skin, the closer to the house. This innately caused a natural rift amongst our people, as us darker folk resented the lighter folk for their “lighter” duties (no pun intended). It also made the fairer skin folk feel a bit more privileged than the darker folk, because they were. But that’s slavery, right? Long gone, so those mentalities are as well, right? Wrong. Social media has shown us that the debate still rages on, with the ire toward the light skinned brothers and sisters as intense as ever. If you’re a light skinned male, you’re typically the Drake type (as many perceive him to be): calm, in his feelings, unaggressive, overly sensitive. If you’re a light skinned female, you are the worst of the worst. You are completely pompous, you take every type of relationship for granted, whether it is a sexually intimate relationship or plutonic, male/female or female/female, and your whole aura is stank. If you are just being acquainted with the debate courtesy of moi, you may flat out doubt its legitimacy. But it is real, realer than you think. These stereotypes are a hot topic amongst us black folk on social media, so…
QUESTION(S) OF THE DAY: IS THE LIGHT SKIN STIGMA REAL? IS IT FAIRLY ACCURATE? IS IT FAR FETCHED? WHO IS TO BLAME?
Let me know, via Twitter @tymonday. Include @crewunb in the tweet. That’s all for now, folk. Adios, fuckers.
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Ty Monday Returns
Peace to colored folk of all nations. White folk, too, unless you belong to the Klan or one of those military separatist groups in the Midwest. It’s been a long time since I’ve blessed the masses with my own brilliant blend of common sense, borderline insanity, and blissful ignorance, but I didn’t forget how to ride the bike. Put your helmets on; the ride may get a bit bumpy.
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Now that we got that out of the way, how in the fuck did Mackelmore win the Grammy over Kendrick? I’ll wait…
Oh, I just remembered, I don’t give a flying 757 Boeing jumbo jet fuck about the Grammys, or any other award show for that matter. IDGAF if it’s the NAACP or Kids Choice Awards. But Mackelmore winning over Mr. Good Kid, M.a.a.D. City? You can’t in any way, shape, or form possibly be serious.
The Following is the most brilliant show I’ve seen in some time, perhaps since The Wire, perhaps Community. It’s well written and hauntingly appealing, but I still hate Kevin Bacon for ass raping those little Hell’s Kitchen boys in Sleepers, even if they did put about ten rounds in his ass in that restaurant. I couldn’t sleep the night I first saw the movie and it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Of course, monkeys, I realize it was just a movie. But still…
I read some punk ass online publication that rated Fab’s S.O.U.L. Tape 3 a shitty 6.3 out of 10. Really, dude? 6.3? You Nuevo-pseudo music aficionados kill me with your pompous and overly scrutinized criticisms nowadays. It’s like the in-thing now is to critique a piece of material to death for no apparent reason. Look, all I know is my own personal litmus test coupled with the reaction from social media. Errbody and they mama love ST3. It’s at least an 8.7. Thim Slick and Situationships alone make it a 7. Stop career hating you punk ass critics.
That’s all…for now. But expect much more to come. We’re on a quest for the big payday, and we’re going to do whatever we gotta to get there. King of styles, man, king of styles…
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