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Nine! Nine! NINE!!!

I was on my way to Harlem yesterday on the 1 train when I noticed this ad on the wall. I can be Kanye West now. Like wow! I have had my dreams fulfilled! Kanye, I’m sorry but there’s no way I’d want to be you. You’re short, that accent of yours I could do without & the memory of writing a check that would eventually lead to personal family tragedy… So no, I’ll pass. Under closer inspection, this “ad” was a clever ploy cooked up by Absolut Vodka to promote their brand. Very clever as I felt compelled to get to the bottom of this thing the moment I saw it. As it turns out, this viral marketing campaign is pretty interesting. click through to see the rest of this entry after the jump →

“A Yo Kells, you pulled it off son! It was years in the making but you’s a free man now! Don’t eff up and catch another charge nigga…”

I remember sitting in Daddy’s House Studio, NYC with (Fuck it, I’m naming names…) Harve Pierre, June Balloon, Nyshiem Myrick & Mario Wynans. Back then you could buy the R Kelly sex tape at H.M.S. and on the street. The Africans had it on lock and where flippin’ em like hot cakes. What’s funny is a lot of people’s curiosity didn’t trigger that little voice that sez to you, “Hey man, you shouldn’t look at this…” click through to see the rest of this entry after the jump →

P.U.M.A. Party Unity, My Ass!

At first I found this amusing. LOL’z!!! Then I realized these group of misguided racist neophyte’s reinforce the fact that the majority of America’s offspring are mindless followers. click through to see the rest of this entry after the jump →