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With each arrest the truth about boko haram become clearer, i always believe that their driven force is religion, every single thing they do has religion colouration, the first boko haram member that was arrested is a Tiv man, we also have Igbira and Yoruba as members. the earlier we realise that BH is'nt just a northern problem but a common enemy the better for us |
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What a tribally incline forum,where narrow minded yoruba's would not stop advertising their ignorance. They think lagos and the SW is nigeria. I advise SEUN to change the name of the forum to YORUBALAND. Why can't these people think outside the box, is PDP a sort of a NAZARETH that nothing Good can come out of ? How about the AMECHI'S, AKPABIO'S and the former c/river state gov'nor Duke, isn't their performance incredible, the problem with most pro-ACN Is that they don't read about happening in other state of the federation. I tire for dis yorubas is either they are cryin for marginilization or claimin dat acn is the awaited messiah 2 Likes |
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the truth is BH is a common enemy regardless of ur religion or region, they 've killed more muslims and northeners than non-muslims and non-northerner jst like AL-QAEDA, EL-SHABBAB AND TALIBANS (I STAND TO BE CORRECTED) i time we stop being regional and religious bigots and face the truth as it is. |
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DISCLAIMER: All content within this section is pure rumor and generally have no factual info outside of what the streets have whispered in our ear. Read on. BOBBY BROWN DEAD? I got this from one of the Delaware homeboys. What up Illseed This Tekneek out of Delaware man i just got a crazy text you prolly already heard of the rumor and will be posted on ahh tomorrow but just in case you didn't They saying Bobby Brown Died Today (April 27th) of lung cancer. Don't really know what facts are really haven't looked it up just though i would tip you off with that, At first I thought this was a big, ole joke or something, but I did some looking and I found out that this may have something to it. Nobody has confirmed or denied this, but it is running rampant on the internet! The rumors seem to have started with Twitter, but we'll have to see. I doubt it is true, but you never know. |
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dude dat award should go to NAS most definitely cos he has the finest rap album wit tracks like we're alone and yes we can NAS should xpect nothing less than the award |
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november fo every year is hiphop month of historywere are all the hiphop headz of this forum |
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Skull & Bones Society A rare look inside Skull and Bones, the Yale secret society and sometime haunt of the presumptive Republican nominee for President by Alexandra Robbins ON High Street, in the middle of the Yale University campus, stands a cold-looking, nearly windowless Greco-Egyptian building with padlocked iron doors. This is the home of Yale's most famous secret society, Skull and Bones, and it is also, in a sense, one of the many homes of the family of George W. Bush, Yale '68. Bush men have been Yale men and Bonesmen for generations. Prescott Bush, George W.'s grandfather, Yale '17, was a legendary Bonesman; he was a member of the band that stole for the society what became one of its most treasured artifacts: a skull that was said to be that of the Apache chief Geronimo. Prescott Bush, one of a great many Bonesmen who went on to lives of power and renown, became a U.S. senator. George Herbert Walker Bush, George W.'s father, Yale '48, was also a Bonesman, and he, too, made a conspicuous success of himself. Inside the temple on High Street hang paintings of some of Skull and Bones's more illustrious members; the painting of George Bush, the most recently installed, is five feet high. There were other Bush Bonesmen, a proud line of them stretching from great uncle George Herbert Walker Jr. to uncle Jonathan Bush to cousins George Herbert Walker IIIand Ray Walker. So when George W. was "tapped" for Skull and Bones, at the end of his junior year, he, too, naturally became a Bonesman -- but, it seems, a somewhat ambivalent one. New members of Skull and Bones are assigned secret names, by which fellow Bonesmen will forever know them. Some Bonesmen receive traditional names, denoting function or existential status; others are the chosen beneficiaries of names that their Bones predecessors wish to pass on. The leftover initiates choose their own names. The name Long Devil is assigned to the tallest member; Boaz (short for Beelzebub) goes to any member who is a varsity football captain. Many of the chosen names are drawn from literature (Hamlet, Uncle Remus), from religion, and from myth. The banker Lewis Lapham passed on his name, Sancho Panza, to the political adviser Tex McCrary. Averell Harriman was Thor, Henry Luce was Baal, McGeorge Bundy was Odin. The name Magog is traditionally assigned to the incoming Bonesman deemed to have had the most sexual experience, and Gog goes to the new member with the least sexual experience. William Howard Taft and Robert Taft were Magogs. So, interestingly, was George Bush. George W. was not assigned a name but invited to choose one. According to one report, nothing came to mind, so he was given the name Temporary, which, it is said, he never bothered to replace; Temporary is how Bush's fellow Bonesmen know him today. (In recent interviews I asked a number of Bush's Bonesmen classmates about the name and elicited no denials.) The junior George's diffidence in the matter of his secret name seems to reflect a larger ambivalence toward Yale and its select, the most elite of whom are the members of Skull and Bones. The elder George holds his fellow Yalies -- particularly his Bones brethren -- in great esteem, and over the years has often gone to them for advice. George W., in contrast, has publicly made a point of his disdain for the elite northeastern connections that shaped his father's world and, to some extent, his own. Fay Vincent, the former commissioner of baseball, who is a Bush family friend and himself the son of a Bonesman, says, "Young George is as unlikely a Bonesperson as I've ever met." Young George has not attended a Yale reunion since he graduated. Bush's dismissal of Yale and all it stands for may be a response to the repeated charges of political opponents that he is not much more than a papa's boy. Kent Hance, who trounced Bush in his 1978 congressional race, insinuated that Bush was not a true Texan and accused him of "riding his daddy's coattails." If George W. truly wanted to detach himself from his father and from the traditions of a long line of ancestors, he chose a curious path -- in effect, retracing his father's footsteps. SKULL and Bones is the oldest of Yale's secret societies and by far the most determinedly secretive. As such, it has long been an inspiration for speculation and imagination. It still is. The society is, of course, the inspiration for the new Universal Pictures thriller The Skulls, about a nefarious secret society at an Ivy League school in New Haven. In 1968, when George W. Bush was in Skull and Bones, there were eight "abovegrounds," or societies that met in their own "tombs," and as many as ten "undergrounds," which held meetings in rented rooms. In an article in the 1968 Yale yearbook Lanny Davis, a 1967 Yale graduate and a secret-society member who would go on to become a White House special counsel in the Clinton Administration, described how Bones, famous for its distinguished list of members, held more sway than the others. Come "Tap Day" , if you're a junior, despite the fact that you've banged your fist at the lunch table and said, "This is 1968," and have loudly denounced societies as anachronisms, when the captain of the football team is standing by your door and when the tower clock strikes eight he rushes in and claps your shoulder and shouts, "Skull and Bones, accept or reject?" you almost always scream out, "Accept!" and you never, never, pound your fist at the lunch table, not for that reason ever again. Fewer than a tenth of Yale's 1,400 seniors are members of the university's secret societies, which many undergraduates view as self-serving vehicles for real and aspiring aristocrats. Certainly this view seems to have some validity when it comes to Bonesmen. Until 1992, when it became one of the last two secret societies to admit women, Skull and Bones had a history of picking the same kinds of people over and over. Davis's yearbook article explained, If the society had a good year, this is what the "ideal" group will consist of: a football captain; a Chairman of the Yale Daily News; a conspicuous radical; a Whiffenpoof; a swimming captain; a notorious drunk with a 94 average; a film-maker; a political columnist; a religious group leader; a Chairman of the Lit; a foreigner; a ladies' man with two motorcycles; an ex-service man; a negro, if there are enough to go around; a guy nobody else in the group had heard of, ever. Indeed, George W.'s 1968 brethren slip easily into the desired slots: among them were the Olympic swimmer and gold medalist Don Schollander; a future Harvard Medical School surgeon, Gregory Gallico; a future Rhodes scholar, Robert McCallum; the Whiffenpoofs' pitch, Robert Birge; Donald Etra, an Orthodox Jew; Muhammed Saleh, a Jordanian; a future deputy director of the National Institute of Mental Health, Rex Cowdry; and the black soccer captain Roy Austin. Only George W. himself fell into none of the aforementioned categories. He was generally regarded as a legacy tap. Given the society's history as an incubator and meeting point for rising generational elites, it is not surprising that an especially susceptible kind of "barbarian" -- the Bones term for a nonmember -- has long seen the society as a locus of mystery, wealth, and conspiracy. One doesn't need to scratch deeply to uncover accusations of sinister ties with the CIA, the Trilateral Commission, the Illuminati, the Council on Foreign Relations, even the Nazis. It turns out that the Yale admissions committee that voted to admit George W., despite his poor record at Andover, included three members (out of seven) who were Bonesmen; those seeking evidence of malign influence will surely raise an eyebrow. (For the conspiracy-minded, the most useful omnium gatherum is the British writer Antony C. Sutton's feverish 1983 tract An Introduction to the Order.) World domination aside, the most pervasive rumors about Bones are that initiates must masturbate in a coffin while recounting their sexual exploits, and that their candor is ultimately rewarded with a no-strings-attached gift of $15,000. Bonesmen, who are sworn to secrecy at initiation, have not publicly denied or confirmed these rumors; they have usually made a point of refusing to speak to the press about the society at all. As The Skulls was about to be released, and as George W.'s quest for the Republican presidential nomination looked increasingly certain to succeed, the society sent all members a memo reminding them of their vow of silence. Still, as I recently discovered in the course of looking into Skull and Bones, not all Bonesmen see the necessity of remaining tight-lipped about a society whose biggest secret may be that its secrets are essentially trivial. THE story of Skull and Bones begins in December of 1832. Upset (according to one account) by changes in the Phi Beta Kappa election process, a Yale senior named William Russell and a group of classmates decided to form the Eulogian Club as an American chapter of a German student organization. The club paid obeisance to Eulogia, the goddess of eloquence, who took her place in the pantheon upon the death of the orator Demosthenes, in 322 B.C., and who is said to have returned in a kind of Second Coming on the occasion of the society's inception. The Yale society fastened a picture of its symbol -- a skull and crossbones -- to the door of the chapel where it met. Today the number 322, recalling the date of Demosthenes' death, appears on society stationery. The number has such mystical overtones that in 1967 a graduate student with no ties to Skull and Bones donated $322,000 to the society. (The number 322 has also been a particular favorite of conspiracy-minded hunters for evidence of Skull and Bones's global connections. It was the combination to Averell Harriman's briefcase when he carried classified dispatches between London and Moscow during World War II. Antony C. Sutton claims that 322 doubles as a reminder of the society's mother organization in Germany; the American group, founded in 1832, is the second chapter -- thus 32-2.) In 1856 Daniel Coit Gilman, who went on to become the founding president of Johns Hopkins University, officially incorporated the society as the Russell Trust Association, and Skull and Bones moved into the space it still occupies. The Bones tomb is forbidding only on the outside. Marina Moscovici, a Connecticut conservator who recently spent six years restoring fifteen paintings from the Skull and Bones building, describes the atmosphere inside as "funny spooky." She says, "Sort of like the Addams Family, it's campy in an old British men's-smoking-club way. It's not glamorous by any means." "Bones is like a college dorm room," a 1980s Bonesman told me. "Ours was a place that used to be really nice but felt kind of beat up, lived in. There were socks underneath the couch, old half-deflated soccer balls lying around." Dozens of skeletons and skulls, human and animal, dangle from the walls, on which German and Latin phrases have been chiseled ("Whether poor or rich, all are equal in death" ![]() As noted, for many years the society has possessed a skull that members call Geronimo. In the 1980s, under pressure from Ned Anderson, a former Apache tribal chairman in Arizona, the society produced the skull in question. The skull didn't match Anderson's records, and it was returned to the society's tomb. Anderson wasn't finished. He reportedly took the issue up with his congressman, John McCain; McCain tried to arrange a meeting between Anderson and George Bush, who was then the Vice President. Bush wasn't interested, and the matter was dropped. "We still call it Geronimo anyway," a Bonesman says. The issue of Geronimo's skull never surfaced in the public record during the bitter contest between McCain and George W. for the Republican nomination. The most private room in the building, known as the Inner Temple, or (this will be no surprise) Room 322, is approximately fourteen feet square and guarded by a locked iron door. Inside, a case contains a skeleton that Bonesmen refer to as Madame Pompadour. Compartments in the case guard the society's cherished manuscripts, including the secrecy oath and instructions for conducting an initiation. The initiation ceremony, held in April, involves as many alumni, or "patriarchs," as possible, one of whom in each instance serves as the supervisor, known as Uncle Toby. The Inner Temple is cleared of furniture except for two chairs and a table, and Bonesmen past and present assemble: Uncle Toby in a robe; the shortest senior, or "Little Devil," in a satanic costume; a Bonesman with a deep voice in a Don Quixote costume; one in papal vestments; another dressed as Elihu Yale; four of the brawniest in the role of "shakers"; and a crew of extras wearing skeleton costumes and carrying noisemakers. According to the initiation script, Uncle Toby "sounds like the only sane person in the room." As an initiate enters the room, patriarchs standing outside the Inner Temple shout, "Who is it?" The shakers bellow the initiate's name, which the patriarchs echo. The shakers push the initiate toward the table, where the secrecy oath has been placed, and he is enjoined to "Read! Read! Read!" The shakers then half-carry the initiate to a picture of Eulogia, and the Bonesmen shriek, "Eulogia! Eulogia! Eulogia!" After another trip to the oath, the shakers fire the initiate toward a picture of a woman that Bonesmen call Connubial Bliss. Rituals along these lines go on for quite some time, recalling a cross between haunted-house antics and a human pinball game -- "like something from a Harry Potter novel," in the words of one Bonesman, now an engineer. It is perhaps worth noting, in light of George W.'s controversial episode at Bob Jones University and the specter of anti-Catholicism, that at one point in the proceedings every initiate kisses the slippered toe of the "Pope." At last the initiate is formally dubbed a Knight of Eulogia. Amid more raucous ritual he is cast from the room into the waiting arms of the patriarchs. WITHIN the tomb students run on Skull and Bones time, which is five minutes ahead of the time in the rest of the world. "It was to encourage you to think that being in the building was so different from the outside world that you'd let your guard down," a Bonesman ('72) explains. At 6:30 on Thursdays and Sundays the Bonesmen gather in the Firefly Room for supper. The room is dim and intimate; light shines through the gaping eyeholes of fixtures shaped like skulls. Bonesmen drink various refreshments from skull-shaped cups, but never alcohol. The dry-society rule, fervently enforced, was designed to keep members level-headed for discussions -- a change of pace for George W., who drank heavily during his college years. At 7:55 barbarian time Uncle Toby rings a bell to summon the members to the session. When the knights are seated, they sing two sacred anthems before the Hearing of Excuses, during which members are assessed fines for errors, such as arriving late or using a society name outside the tomb. Uncle Toby then draws debate topics and an order of speakers from the Yorick, a skull divided into compartments. The ninety-minute period of debate can be frivolous or grave. One of the standard pieces of lore about Skull and Bones is that each member must at some point give an account of his sexual history, known as the CB (for "Connubial Bliss" ![]() By mid-autumn, after each member has presented a CB, the time slot shifts to Life Histories, when Bonesmen spend one or more nights giving their autobiographies. George Bush's autobiography focused on his military service but also looked ahead, a 1948 member told me. "He was talking about the future, first about his family and then about being able to have an impact in public service." George W., in contrast, spoke often about his father. George W.'s fellow Bonesmen have been unwilling to elaborate. WHEN U.S. News & World Report asked President Bush in 1989 why he had chosen to attend Yale, he replied, "My family had a major Yale tradition." Today George W. Bush distances himself from Yale (although supporters cite his alma mater to combat charges that he is a lightweight). He has criticized its "intellectual snobbery" and has maintained that the school epitomizes "a certain East Coast attitude" and an "intellectual arrogance." George W.'s attitude toward Yale extends to its most elite society. Whereas George Bush returned to the tomb in 1998 to be the dinner speaker at the annual Skull and Bones commencement party, George W. has stayed away. In his 1999 campaign autobiography, A Charge to Keep, George W. Bush mentions his membership in Skull and Bones only in passing: "My senior year I joined Skull and Bones, a secret society, so secret I can't say anything more." Yet Skull and Bones was not relegated entirely to George W.'s past after he graduated. In 1971, having been rejected by the University of Texas Law School and needing a job, Bush called a Bonesman, Robert H. Gow. Gow, who later told The Washington Post that his Houston-based agricultural company had not been looking for anyone at the time, hired Bush as a management trainee. In 1977, when Bush formed Arbusto Energy, his first company, he once again applied to Skull and Bones for financial aid. With assistance from his uncle Jonathan Bush (Bones '53), he lined up $565,000 from twenty-eight investors. One of them contributed $93,000 -- the California venture capitalist William H. Draper III (Bones '50). Twelve Bonesmen (including family members)and the son of a patriarch gave a total of $35,500 to Bush's 1998 gubernatorial campaign. At least forty-six Bonesmen or sons of patriarchs have given approximately $1,000 apiece to his presidential campaign -- the maximum allowed by law. Not surprisingly, loyalty often flows in the other direction. In 1984 Bush flew to Tennessee to accompany the Republican Senate nominee and Bonesman ('67) Victor Ashe on a seven-city tour. Ashe lost to Al Gore. That George W. keeps his Skull and Bones connections in repair is hardly a sign of anything insidious; it's just business as usual in America. Compared with his family connections and his family's Yale connections, the Skull and Bones network is just a sideshow. But in the eyes of the conspiracy-minded, interconnections of any kind, especially when cloaked in mystery and ritual, constitute virtual proof of dark doings. Skull and Bones will probably never rid itself of innuendo -- innuendo that has not helped the Bonesmen Bushes in the pursuit of politics. Conspiracy theories, which George W. has called "the kind of connect-the-random-dots charges that are virtually impossible to refute," contributed to Bush's defeat in his 1978 congressional campaign. Bill Minutaglio, in his biography of Bush, First Son, recalls an afternoon debate moderated by the radio talk-show host Mel Turner: Turner , wanted to know if the young Bush was a tool of some shadow government; it was the same thing people had confronted his father with when they had called him a "tool of the eastern kingmakers." "Are you involved in, or do you know anybody involved in, one-world government or the Trilateral Commission?" Bush, who had been telling people he was tired of being hammered for having "connections" through his father to the eastern establishment, was fuming. "I won't be persuaded by anyone, including my father," he said, with a biting tone in his voice. On the way out of the restaurant, Bush was still livid. He refused to shake hands with Turner. "You asshole," Turner heard him hiss as he walked by. George W.'s father has certainly felt that membership in Skull and Bones damaged him politically. When Fay Vincent made a consolation call to Bush after his 1980 loss of the Republican presidential nomination to Ronald Reagan, the weary candidate said, "Fay, let me tell you something. If you ever decide to run for office, don't forget that coming from Andover, Yale, Skull and Bones, and the Trilateral Commission is a big handicap. People don't know what they are, so they don't know where you're coming from. It's really a big, big problem." In The Skulls, members of the secret society murder a student journalist who is attempting to probe its mysteries. Real-life journalists have not met the same fate, so far as we know, although Ron Rosenbaum, the author of a 1977 Esquire article on Skull and Bones, wrote that a Bonesman warned him not to get too close: "The alumni still care," the source warned. "Don't laugh. They don't like people tampering and prying. The power of Bones is incredible. They've got their hands on every lever of power in the country. You'll see -- it's like trying to look into the Mafia." When I read this excerpt to one young Bonesman, he laughed and said, "I really don't think I'd be working nights as a paralegal while trying to be an actor if I had access to some golden key." SKULL and Bones doesn't own an opulent island hideaway like the one depicted in The Skulls. It does own an island on the St. Lawrence River -- Deer Island, in Alexandria Bay. The forty-acre retreat is intended to give Bonesmen an opportunity to "get together and rekindle old friendships." A century ago the island sported tennis courts and its softball fields were surrounded by rhubarb plants and gooseberry bushes. Catboats waited on the lake. Stewards catered elegant meals. But although each new Skull and Bones member still visits Deer Island, the place leaves something to be desired. "Now it is just a bunch of burned-out stone buildings," a patriarch sighs. "It's basically ruins." Another Bonesman says that to call the island "rustic" would be to glorify it. "It's a dump, but it's beautiful." The fading of Deer Island exemplifies the dwindling finances of Skull and Bones, which can no longer claim the largest society endowment at Yale. Unlike members of other societies, Bonesmen pay no dues, though patriarchs receive an annual letter requesting a "voluntary contribution to the Russell Trust Association." In truth, Skull and Bones has never been wealthy. The society's accounts are much fatter in the ineffables department. A Skull and Bones document states, The experience we have come to value in our society depends on privacy, and we are unwilling to jeopardize that life in order to solicit new members. The life which we invite you to share in our society is based on such intangible factors that we cannot meaningfully convey to you either its nature or quality. Hardly a tool of Hades, but rather a staid wayside for students, its heyday past, its glory faded, Skull and Bones may have little more than this to conceal. As for the $15,000 graduation gift, George W.'s contemporary Rex Cowdry says, "I'm still waiting for mine." |
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the choice is yours, but mind u u would not decide the consquency. Y stressing your self about something that's so simple and at thesame does not affect you in any way.no wonder the Bible say in 2nd timothy chapter three that in the last day people would pay more attention to meannigless stories. Y rap all the time, is it the only genre of music that is evil what make people thing that other genre's are holier than Rap. How about Movie that display all sort of Evil ranging from sex to gunshot how come nobody talk about it C'mon is time we get things straight, lets stop fooling ourself. |
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“It’s Moment time! It’s Moooment Tiiiime!” While I’m not a fan of Reverend Jesse, his words are very appropriate in understanding when to seize an opportunity. There are many pivotal points in history where an action could have gone left instead of right, and that moment would alter everything. Imagine if Rosa Parks wasn’t that tired and decided to get up? What if Lincoln decided he didn’t want to go to the movies? These things happen in all walks of life. Almost 10 years ago, one such incident occurred that could have reshaped the entire history of Hip-Hop. This is the story of the Lyricist’s Last Stand. Now watch me rip that tat from your arm/ kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard Award in front of your moms/ your first second and third born/ make your wife get on the horn to Minister Farrakhan/ so he could persuade me to squash it/ I said nah he started it, he forgot what a hardcore artist is… Powered by a disgustingly gutter bass line, a pre-bite Mike Tyson preamble, and a ferociously angry MC, the above words put the entire rap industry on pause. A young, hungry rapper named Canibus drew his line in the sand and declared war on a battle-tested, yet very mainstream LL Cool J. On the surface, it was a battle of wills; a clash of egos. In reality it was a war for the very direction of Hip-Hop, and at the center was the brash young upstart. Much like today, Hip-Hop stood at a crossroads. Still reeling from the recent deaths of Tupac and The Notorious B.I.G., and before the ascension of Jay-z and the rise of the South, we were scrambling to find what was next. LL was in the midst of yet another comeback. Death Row and BadBoy who had the previous 3 years in a Cobra Clutch had both seen better days. DMX was raging against the pop machine to astonishing numbers but you just knew that his shtick, while effective, couldn’t last long, or drag the music to where it could rest. Enter Canibus. With one of the illest guest appearances of all-time (Lost Boyz’ Beasts From the East) where he outshined veterans like lyrical giant Redman, young and hungry and no longer teen A-Plus, and Mr. Cheeks, Canibus seemed ready for something great. We were in uncharted waters. Before 50 Cent made mixtape history, Canibus was ripping apart everything in sight, with bar after bar of that shit you just never heard before. He seemed like the next phase in evolution in a way that Rakim and Nas were years before. From 88 to 93 was 5 years. It was now 98, and our evolutionary bump was due, and the music seemed poised to anoint ‘Bis as the next one. Punchline after punchline, unrestrained by bar limits, beats, and whoever else was unlucky enough to bless the same track, this guy was just devouring everything in sight like Unicron. He had the lyrics. He had the voice, and he had fire; passion in a manner we hadn’t seen since a young James Todd Smith took a musclebound man and put his face in the sand. His coronation seemed imminent after an appearance on Hot97’s Funkmaster Flexx show, where Noreaga, the red-hot DMX, and Canibus combined to make history. As good as his partners in rhyme were, ‘Bis was like a Porsche driving next to a guy and his girl in their Nissan. Sooner or later, he turns and winks and you’re breathing exhaust. Then came 4,3,2,1. In the studio during the creation of the historic collaboration, the young beast crafted a rhyme that was raw and paid homage to Cool J, while elbowing some space for ascension. Inspired by the verse, LL returned to the pad, and wrote his verse as a pseudo response battle rhyme and convinced ‘Bis to change his verse so that LL’s would stand alone. Canibus agreed, but somewhere along the line things got twisted. ‘Bis seemingly wanted recognition for his lost verse, and took offense to the “young sons fantasize of borrowing flows” line from the cleanup verse. Things escalated, Canibus was replaced on the single by then-hot Master P, and it would all blow over. Or so LL thought. Canibus teamed with Fugee musician Wyclef Jean for the song 2nd Round KO, a devastating blow which probably would have ended the careers of just about any rapper out at the time. It had all the elements: the murky beat, the disparaging lyrics, testosterone-fueled machismo, and genuine enmity for the subject. It left everyone who heard it with their jaws dropped, and Hip-Hop with a front row seat. It was moment time for Canibus. It was gut-check time for Cool J. On the line was the future of the music. After years of violence, after a few years of shiny suits, after a few years of gimmick driven hits, the people stood poised for a refreshing change. For all his legendary status, LL now represented the flash and the fluff. Canibus was the bringer of the new noise, and for maybe the first time since the post Chronic era, the consumers were willing to listen. It’s been a long time coming, but a change was gon’ come. Then it all went down hill. LL wasn’t going to go quietly. He released “The Ripper Strikes Back”, when everyone thought he would stay on the mat. Then he released “Rasta Impasta.” While not as historic as 2nd Round KO, they proved that while stunned, LL was still on his feet and counter punching. Canibus on the other hand, had an album to release. More mixtapes, more guest tracks, more blistering bars propelled him towards his moment. Wyclef manned the guns musically after his recent successes with the classic Score, and the strong Carnival, and a slew of remixes. You couldn’t have asked for a better lead into such a momentous occasion. Then Canibus did the unthinkable. He bricked. The album that would have been the focal point for a new era was…subpar. Even if you muted the lofty expectations, it was absolutely meh. There was no joy in mudville, Mighty Canibus had struck out. Sure the album went gold, which was a testament to how many people were really ready for that change. It was not to be. His buzz quietly fizzled out, and he is now even with all his talent a mere footnote in Hip-Hop history, and a speed bump in the career of LL Cool J. Since then we’ve come close a few times to reaching style over substance. On those occasions where the back-to-the-essence brigade have reached the point where they would assert themselves in the face of various musical movements and buffoonery that has been married to this music, they have always blinked or come up short. Kweli’s not-so Beautiful Moment was in 2004. Riding the crest of “Get By”, backed by the Jigga co-sign, Kweli failed to deliver. Ditto Lupe Fiasco, last year. He had the prerequisite skill, but he just didn’t have the oomph. He just didn’t resonate with the people. He had the talent, but lacked the force of will. Kanye makes good music, but he’s more of a producer than a rapper and his histrionics can turn some off. I’m sure that we’ll see this recurring clash again. Recent events have proven that people are hungry for nutritious music. They are begging for someone to offer that dish. Almost a decade ago, we may have had our best shot. Never before had ability, charisma, and desire, arrive with moment at the perfect place and stage in time. When we look back on this, hopefully the next guy in his moment can remember the Lyricist’s Last Stand. It’s been a long time coming, but hopefully, a change gone come. |
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HYBRID-X ur mouth run like a faulty tape just stressing urself 4 cheap hype nigga u talk like sisi no wanda ur flow stink like pussy u beta hold ur bricklayers dream with iron fist else ur life will twist |
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u dont need to ask me wassup cos i know wo's up 4 him alone i'll stand up the owner of ma soul wo play his game with no foul the rules aint streneous play wit him and u will be victorious he is mo dan wat i say/just try his way the surce of creation he alone deserve standin ovation stand up4 the champion make him ur ultimate companion. Godly isn't it dat is hw is support to be |
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am too underground dat d devil is like who is down there mode 9 search thru the naze of madness struggle is my address common am constant like a change u cant stop mi ruggedman |
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Upon fertilizationof the egg, the cellular development begins at that moment all the genetic information necessary to build a baby is present. the baby's hair color, eye color, and frame have all been determined. by the time of implantation within the mom's uterus, th new life -a distinct and seperate life is composed of hundreds of cells, it has developed a protective hormone to prevent the mother's body from rejecting it as foreign tissue since it is not part of the mother. without this protective hormone, every pregnancy would end in a miscarriage. within seventeen days of conception, the pre-born has its own blood cells. it has been scientifically proved that from there-on, nothing is added to the child except food, liquid, and time to time grow. at eighteen days the heart beat is detectable, at nintheen days the eyes begin to develop, and by the twentieth day the entire nervous system has been laid down the mom isn't even sure she's pregnant. At twenty eight day there are forty pairs of muscle developing along the child trunk that will later become arms and legs. by the thirty day the blood is flowing through the cardivascular system. the ears and the nasal development have begun. by the fortieth day, the energy output of the tiny is 20% that of an adult. At forty two the skeleton is complete, and the child has reflexes. At forty three day,Doctors can actually measure the brain waves of a child - it is a thinking human being, by the ninth and tenth weeks the preborn squints, swallow and suck it thumb. BUT you still called it a " product of conception " devoid of right to life what a pity. The english have determined that life begins at 28 weeks after conception, in sweden the fetus become a human being twenty weeks after conception, after 20 and 28 weeks in those countries abortion is illegal. But in America abortion is legal any time before birth. two minutes before birth a preborn child is still considered as a "product of conception" devoid of the right to life. TERRIBLE WHAT A WICKED WORLD THE WOMB HAS BECOME THE MUST UNSAFE AND TERRIBLE PLACE FOR BABIES TO LIVE!!!! |
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they are meant for sight, but if they were bullet what do u think will happen? |
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Good idea from a superb economist i hope it works. the whole thing is like a stillborn baby we shouldn't criticise it heavily we should just pray it works. afterall if u don't take a stance u would not stand a chance |
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wat a pity who knows how hard he struggle b4 he make, d kind of runs he did and the connection he has b4 he could make the last 10 and he died as a bear ambassador.my his soul rest in peace |
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i have been wonderin and ponderin for somtimes now in regard to who rightly own the child is it the mom or the dad or should the child grow and decide for himeslf pls nairalanders help me |
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why do we still talk about david mark dat man we take us back to the dark days he may even cease d phones of d down trodding masses since telephone belong to d rich |
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i pray is real |
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