Youth is wasted on the young.
Jay Harris was one of the best high school football players in the country last year. So good, he was offered a full scholarship to play for Michigan State University.
Big time Division 1 football at a major college. Talk about pussy up to your ears…this kid could have received a free degree, free room and board, and five free sloppy blowjobs every cot damn day.
So what does this moron decide to do?
He announces to his coach and the school that he wants to concentrate on his RAP CAREER.
Scholarship gone. NFL gone. Coke, money, bitches, and Lambo…gone.
This is the most egregious shit I’ve ever heard of. His parents should be put in jail for not beating him to death.
Here’s what he said to the Philadelphia Inquirer:
“I’ve always had this in the back of my head, but never had the courage to tell my parents that this is what I want to do.”
His rap name is Jay Datbull.
Here is his latest music video.
A black man in Trees’ neck of the woods; North Carolina, was spotted drinking an Arizona in a parking lot.
Some type of dt approaches him, and before you know it, black man is on his way to jail.
From New York Post:
Hot 97 DJ Calvin “Mister Cee” Lebrun was busted for patronizing an undercover cop on a Brooklyn street corner, police said.
The 46-year-old music producer allegedly asked for sex from a man of the night who was standing on the corner of Madison St. and Broadway in Bushwick minutes before midnight on Wednesday, sources said.
The acclaimed DJ was hauled into custody and released on his own recognizance, officials said.
The alleged encounter wasn’t Lebrun’s first pay-as-you-go sex bust — he pleaded guilty to lewd conduct in 2011 after he was caught in a car receiving oral sex from a young man half his age.
Before he disappeared into the bottom of the glass he was sipping from, I got a text from Trees stating he was ready to “bury” some of the recent sentiments expressed regarding the Danny Brown on-stage blowjob incident in Minneapolis a few days back. In the meantime, Kitty formerly-known-as Pryde, who’s opening for Danny on this tour (this Thursday at the Middle East, so JK tells me), wrote her thoughts on the matter in no uncertain terms for Noisey.
I’m mad that a person thought it was okay to pull another person’s pants down during their performance in front of about 700 other people. I’m mad that a person thought it was a good idea to perform a sex act on another person without their consent. I’m mad that nobody made her leave. I’m mad that Danny had to actually wonder what he was supposed to do at that point. I’m mad that when I went home and said I had no respect for that girl, I was attacked for being a “slut-shamer” (after literally leading a girl to his hotel room at 3AM at her request) and, even more outrageously, for being jealous of the girl who sucked his dick. I’m mad that when two dudes pulled my pants down onstage, other people got mad too, but when it happened to Danny the initial reaction was like one big high-five. I’m mad that people are treating “The Thing” like it’s some legendary event. I’m mad that even though they know exactly who the girl is, nobody in the media will even talk to her. I’m mad that I get a bunch of emails a day asking me to talk about my best friend’s “misogyny” and “classless behavior”, from people who have heard only rumors and seen only one very blurry and inconclusive iPhone photo.
Your move, Sleezy.
Is this the
gayest greatest rap song ever recorded? Probably.
Line after line is heat. Rapping about another man’s dick is on some 2013 shit.
I can’t really spoil this one for ya’ll. Just watch.
You know I am kinda fascinated by watching airlines crash.
Maybe it has something to do with LOST.. or the fact that I fly almost every week..
I often feel as though I am going to die in a plane crash. I just do not think humans were meant to fly. It seems completely unnatural. Also – commercial airline technology has not really improved at all. We are using the same basic design since the 60s. Can we not build a safer / roomier plane?
Anyway – 7 people lost their lives in this crash. My thoughts are with their families.
Darrius passed away 5 minutes ago. He was 1 years old. The African Dwarf Frog almost survived the harsh New England winter but is now swimming down the toilet towards his final destination in Frog Heaven. He is survived by his brother Gary and his roommates’ Me, Ashleigh, Melissa and JKLXVNIN. Circle of life bruh. Please pour one out for Darrius tonight where ever the evening may take you.
[The OG video has been removed from YouTube, but you can still see it here].
We’ve all been there–staring across at the rubber bucket, the glass milk bottle, or the hopelessly mis-sized basketball hoop with the certainty that where thousands of other players have failed, we would succeed in turning our hard earned cash into a big fucking stuffed panda at the carnival game booth, thus beating the system and proving that even within this cruel, dispassionate universe, the strength of one man’s will could momentarily supersede the cold, rigid laws of physics and carnival economics.
Because in real life, unless you’re a cute girl or little kid playing one of these games, those laws never fail. Newton’s rules of physics always apply, as does the old adage “Never lose your life savings to a carnie at the ‘Tubs of Fun’ booth.”
Aside from ticking off every box in the list of stereotypes about people who lose their life savings at a parking lot carnival, Henry Gribbohm is haunted with the constant reminder of his failure: a big stuffed dreadlocked banana, fated to haunt him forever with his mouth twisted into a mocking smile.
In other words, I’m sure your day could be worse.
Lauryn penned an open letter to the universe, addressing rumors that she signed a 5 song $1 million deal in order to pay off some of her huge tax debts:
It has been reported that I signed a new record deal, and that I did this to pay taxes. Yes, I have recently entered into an agreement with Sony Worldwide Entertainment, to launch a new label, on which my new music will be released. And yes, I am working on new music.
Nice! Nothing crazy here. Glad to hear new music will be coming out!
I’ve remained silent, after an extensive healing process. This has been a 10+ year battle, for a long time played out behind closed doors, but now in front of the public eye.
Go head girl, I’m here for you. Tell me what’s on your mind, chile.
This is an old conflict between art and commerce… free minds, and minds that are perhaps overly tethered to structure. This is about inequity, and the resulting disenfranchisement caused by it.
I’ve been fighting for existential and economic freedom, which means the freedom to create and live without someone threatening, controlling, and/or manipulating the art and the artist, by tying the purse strings.
Um…you mean…you want to work for a living without expecting the government to want a cut? Yeah…I’m like that too, but you know how it is. We all in the same boat.
It took years for me to get out of the ‘parasitic’ dynamic of my youth, and into a deal that better reflects my true contribution as an artist, and (purportedly) gives me the control necessary to create a paradigm suitable for my needs.
I have been working towards this for a long time, not just because of my current legal situation, but because I am an artist, I love to create, and I need the proper platform to do so.
The nature of my new business venture, as well as the dollar amount reported, was inaccurate, only a portion of the overall deal. Keep in mind, my past recordings have sold over 50,000,000 units worldwide, earning the label a tremendous amount of money (a fraction of which actually came to me).
Only a completely complicated set of traps, manipulations, and inequitable business arrangements could put someone who has accomplished the things that I have, financially in need of anything.
Sooo, you signed a bad deal from jump, and blew your money. Yeah. It’s been done before. Guess that high i.q. and Columbia University cred didn’t come in too handy dealing with music biz matters…Also, do you think the fact you were fucking Wyclef when you got your deal mucked some things up as well?
I am one artist who finds value in openly discussing the dynamics within this industry that force artists to compromise or distort themselves and what they do, rather than allowing them to make the music that people need. There are volumes that could (and will) be said.
Nigga please…first of all, you’re 37 years old, tryin to talk like you Eartha Kitt or some shit.
All this time, you could have been making music and selling it. Not our fault you convinced yourself you’re a Marley, had a bunch of kids, drank excessively, lashed out at your fans, media, and the industry, and now you’re hard up for dough, signing yet another shitty deal only to pay off some tax bills that exist because you chose not to work for numerous years.
Good luck with all that. I’m off this.
Jump to 1:12.
Shit goes hard.
Dude.. uh.. what?
Brad Paisley basically setting back race relations 100 years. These lyrics are insane. It’s basically Brad Paisley saying it’s time for black people to move on from slavery. Like, “enough is enough” or some shit.
If LL Cool J wasn’t on this song it would be a white pride anthem, straight up.
Actually even though LL Cool J is on it.. it’s still pretty much a white pride anthem.
LL totally coons himself out… (“Dear Mr. White Man…” is how he begins his verse) he goes into how as a black man he is also a little racist towards white people himself.
Some of his lines are incredible for all the wrong reasons: “If you don’t judge my durag, I won’t judge your red flag,”
Or.. “If you don’t judge gold chains, I’ll forget the iron chains.” – WHAT?!?!
And then he goes on to finish his verse.. “RIP ROBERT E LEE.. BUT I GOTTA THANK ABRAHAM LINCOLN FOR FREEING ME…”
THIS CAN’T BE LIFE.