Meet the Negroes, No love for the Bastards & Dubai Ballin
Checking in from a self inflicted hiatus in the warzone. Kuhangaika like a fish out of water, while trying to ignore the Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeerisms that plague this end of the planet around this time of year. Hopefully I will have something to show for the grind.
Leave me in a room alone with him your honor, just three minutes: Michael Richards better known as Kramer to Seinfeld geeks (or is it KKKramer) will be meeting with the recipients of his racist rage under the mediation of a retired judge. If only the judge would suggest some anger management therapy in the format of bust his ass. Check this little anecdote about other racially toned happenings on the Seinfeld set.
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Meanwhile, back in Muddy Waterworld, I mean Jamhuri (poleni with the heavy rains), the Justice system has refused to make delinquent fathers pay for children born out of wedlock, according to the Sato Daily Nation. Some lobby groups were looking to have sections of the Children's Act repealed to allow for such provisions. The Act insists on having the single mother meeting certain criteria before the father can execute his duties. I wonder what the criteria are:
1.Must regard the absent father as husband and accord to him the respect that office comes with.
2. Must maintain a regal sense of being: a tasteful backside and the titty game better be righteous.
3. Must be available for all frivolous booty calls. Must be willing to fulfill whatever the absent father asks for.
4. Must be ready to be disregarded and overlooked on a whim and bear that as the opportunity cost of playing the game.
And out here jamaas get wages garnished on a weekly basis for children they love dearly but they cannot interact with due to court sanctions. Look under: Grown men cry.
Maybe our single mothers should demand a few minutes alone in a room with these judges too...
Also in the same Sato pages, a story quoting alleged secret documents of how the first Kenyan government was forced to buy assets left behind by the colonial regime. Quite akin to the dealer being forced out of a neighborhood, but he digs in, and forces the residents to buy the crack spot, busted furniture, hot electronics and all from him.
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I've been wowed by this track by Da Rugged Underground Zoo (D.R.U.G.Z) Clique. Staarabu. I'm not sure when this came out, but the video recently hit youtube. Holla at Msanii on the hook up and Diehard for killing this track.
Over 1.8 million people have paid homage to Jiggaman and bought the new album. Platters like Lost One, Kanye produced Do You Wanna Ride, 3o Something, Dipset diss Dig a Hole and Katrina diatribe (yup, the boy gets his Bono on) Minority Report display the wit, wordplay, introspection and social outlook that make this comeback album worth the listen. Thankfully its a very straight-ahead east coast offering. Is it me or did Beyonce ruin Hollywood? Just Blaze and Dr. Dre did their thing on production. That other joint with Usher is also weak. It's not the super triumphant return many wistfully envisioned, but it's a quality release in a year that needed it.
Expect similar flashes of brilliance from Nas. In current rotation is a song that samples Nat King Cole's Unforgettable: Nas featuring Chrisette Michele, Can't Forget About You. And let me not talk about Black Republicans.
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Big up Maseno High School repping hard in the Middle East in the U-19 catergory of the Dubai Sevens. The big boys though had it rough, losing all their day one group matches. Get 'em on day two!
Morale bastards.
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Friday, December 01, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Freeky Furahiday: Sehemu ya Sita
So Donald Rumsfeld is out and ex-CIA chief (deputy director for intelligence) Robert Gates is in. Don't trust Bush to pick a squeaky clean official as Defense Secretary. Mr Gates is linked to the Iran-Contra scandal.
Meanwhile the revised civilian death count in Iraq since the war started is 150,000.
Last Furahiday Edition I spoke on Afro-Soul artist Sam Oendo. His website is finally up. Slide thru.
Also check out Shidamingi Crew, with a few brand new songs up for display on (where else) hewaspace. One of them, Blind Wuns, is a potent collaboration featuring your favorite Nairobi hip-hop proponents, Mwafrika and Muki Garang.
It's been one of the biggest rumors of the year in rap. The alleged very public coziness between two grown New Orleans male rappers and Cash Money Records moguls Birdman aka Baby, and his adopted son and current southern rap darling, Lil Wayne. They also had the number three album in the US this week.
Juvenile spoke on it, Gillie the Kid spoke on it, but they were disgruntled ex- Cash Money associates and it may have been explained as them being vengeful. But recently Lil Wayne tried to address the allegations on New York radio as it being like a mafioso thing. You know.....men....expressing.....let me stop. I guess it wasn't that much of a tall tale...
I love the looks on west coast crooner TQ (jamaa with the flute glass) and the supa black dude with the white headband.....priceless. And the other two are looking away trying to act like it's not going down like that. Then there is homie in the background in the sky blue looking dead-on like he was wishing he was in on it....
Naah...he just can't look away unlike his friends.
Maybe they need to get hands laid upon them.
Morale.
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Meanwhile the revised civilian death count in Iraq since the war started is 150,000.
Last Furahiday Edition I spoke on Afro-Soul artist Sam Oendo. His website is finally up. Slide thru.
Also check out Shidamingi Crew, with a few brand new songs up for display on (where else) hewaspace. One of them, Blind Wuns, is a potent collaboration featuring your favorite Nairobi hip-hop proponents, Mwafrika and Muki Garang.
It's been one of the biggest rumors of the year in rap. The alleged very public coziness between two grown New Orleans male rappers and Cash Money Records moguls Birdman aka Baby, and his adopted son and current southern rap darling, Lil Wayne. They also had the number three album in the US this week.
Juvenile spoke on it, Gillie the Kid spoke on it, but they were disgruntled ex- Cash Money associates and it may have been explained as them being vengeful. But recently Lil Wayne tried to address the allegations on New York radio as it being like a mafioso thing. You know.....men....expressing.....let me stop. I guess it wasn't that much of a tall tale...
I love the looks on west coast crooner TQ (jamaa with the flute glass) and the supa black dude with the white headband.....priceless. And the other two are looking away trying to act like it's not going down like that. Then there is homie in the background in the sky blue looking dead-on like he was wishing he was in on it....Naah...he just can't look away unlike his friends.
Maybe they need to get hands laid upon them.
Morale.
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
WENT SHOPLIFTING THIS WEEKEND Vol. 2
From Musikland on Moi Ave to a Sam Goody in Omaha his prowess is unmatched. I'm proud to welcome again my sticky fingered compadre with a bad music habit, Shop Liftah, here to give us the deal on a few new cds he umm...acquired... recently.
It's almost time for a Styles P record. Consistently spitting that hardcoreness, Lox and D-Block frontman Styles P embodies the grittyness and bleakness of the New York concrete jungle. PCutta and DNA compile together newer and older tracks in the run up to the release of Styles' second lp Time is Money. Close to the Concrete, Aint Buying What U Sellin' and 914 are stellar examples of that bangout music Styles P is beloved for. Fewer people get consistent attention on mixtapes. Every other week some DJ has a best of Styles compilation or something similar out. This joint could've been better but until he brings his new album or an all new music mixtape to the table, I guess we have to deal with the scraps.
Undoubtedly one of New York's finest, of all time, delivers his 6th piece independently and that means the greater masses of ears in need of something more quality get to miss out. I Am the Truth, is just that as Az makes his case. Sit Em Back with fellow Brooklynites MOP is a raucous stomp-em-out heater and Little Brother show up for a marvellous collaboration on Rise and Fall. If the Nas-Az project never sees the light of day then may we take this opportunity to lobby for a DJ Premier-Az opus, as the duo reunite with good results on the title track. Az doesn't play out of pocket. It's mainly introspective hood philosophy and street storytelling told with that flawless flow over soul themed beats. Get High and Doing That should have been replaced, although they are minor shortcomings. This album may go over the Snap and Hyphy set but Allah be praised that The Aziatic is back.
It must be a New Jersey thing. Like Jahiem, the one time Teddy Riley understudy and Jersey City native Shareefa delivers sung performances with a real tight street appeal on her debut album Point of No Return. Since her appearance on the second DTP compilation last year it was apparent that she was not afraid to write about something other than love, which R&B's worst ailment currently, and sing with a realness that is hard to ignore. The Intro starts with a rock bottom moment, as she's sent to prision. And then Rodney Jerkins helps her get closure from a bad relationship on Cry No More. Another key ingredient to this piece is gogo maestro turned R&B wunderkid, Rich Harrison, who matches her street sensibility with soundscapes that recall the boom-bap driven soul of the mid 90's. No One Said lifts a sample popularized by Biggie Smalls on his first album, How Good Love Feels sounds like something Mary J. Blige would have done for her second album. Phony touches upon a betrayal by a girlfriend, not over a man, but some undisclosed situation that actually saw Shareefa behind bars for a stint. The tail end of the album slows down. DTP compatriot Bobby Valentino drops in for a bump-n-grind session on Hey Babe, Eye Wonder is a cheating-with-him episode, while Fever explores a crush. She may have only moved 30k on her first week but this is easily one of the finer all-around R&B performances of 2006.
Round Two is always a watershed phase, and for the New Millenium Nate Dogg his second album is probably his best chance to solidify his Konvict Music movement. From the jump Shakedown is that gangsta crooning that Akon is making his own. Styles P returns for Blown Away, another street bandit two step anthem. Never Took the Time, Dont Matter and I Can't Wait offer a different look as Akon does the love song thing. Akon still shines with the street conscious music, on Gringo, he's a drug dealer making a pitch, and on Tired of Running he's a street hustler done with ducking the Law. Then there's Mama Africa, a reggae joint in tribute to his roots. Overall, Konvicted stays true to what Akon does well, with a few radio songs (Smack That and I Wanna Love You) thrown in to cement the traffic to the music store.
Another year another album. Jim Jones is definitely a prime example of how the constant grind of keeping your name out in the street whether it's albums back to back, umpteen mixtapes, being on the red carpet at the VMA's and still doing club appearances in the roughest locales in the East Coast can do to boost your profile. Stylistically, what do you expect. More thuglife, hustler tales, and floss bossman rants from Jones and Dipset Byrdgang expressed over slicked out synths and drums. Emotionless, Pin the Tail and Weatherman are notables although they all have guests on them. More people have Jim Jones' name in their heads this year than last and there is a feeling in the northeast that there is a need for their own new star instead of all the mainstays or out of town boys and Jones is well placed to feed off that. Judging by his current buzz off the runaway hit We Fly High, this will be one of the hood soundtracks of choice for many this winter.
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It's almost time for a Styles P record. Consistently spitting that hardcoreness, Lox and D-Block frontman Styles P embodies the grittyness and bleakness of the New York concrete jungle. PCutta and DNA compile together newer and older tracks in the run up to the release of Styles' second lp Time is Money. Close to the Concrete, Aint Buying What U Sellin' and 914 are stellar examples of that bangout music Styles P is beloved for. Fewer people get consistent attention on mixtapes. Every other week some DJ has a best of Styles compilation or something similar out. This joint could've been better but until he brings his new album or an all new music mixtape to the table, I guess we have to deal with the scraps.
Undoubtedly one of New York's finest, of all time, delivers his 6th piece independently and that means the greater masses of ears in need of something more quality get to miss out. I Am the Truth, is just that as Az makes his case. Sit Em Back with fellow Brooklynites MOP is a raucous stomp-em-out heater and Little Brother show up for a marvellous collaboration on Rise and Fall. If the Nas-Az project never sees the light of day then may we take this opportunity to lobby for a DJ Premier-Az opus, as the duo reunite with good results on the title track. Az doesn't play out of pocket. It's mainly introspective hood philosophy and street storytelling told with that flawless flow over soul themed beats. Get High and Doing That should have been replaced, although they are minor shortcomings. This album may go over the Snap and Hyphy set but Allah be praised that The Aziatic is back.
It must be a New Jersey thing. Like Jahiem, the one time Teddy Riley understudy and Jersey City native Shareefa delivers sung performances with a real tight street appeal on her debut album Point of No Return. Since her appearance on the second DTP compilation last year it was apparent that she was not afraid to write about something other than love, which R&B's worst ailment currently, and sing with a realness that is hard to ignore. The Intro starts with a rock bottom moment, as she's sent to prision. And then Rodney Jerkins helps her get closure from a bad relationship on Cry No More. Another key ingredient to this piece is gogo maestro turned R&B wunderkid, Rich Harrison, who matches her street sensibility with soundscapes that recall the boom-bap driven soul of the mid 90's. No One Said lifts a sample popularized by Biggie Smalls on his first album, How Good Love Feels sounds like something Mary J. Blige would have done for her second album. Phony touches upon a betrayal by a girlfriend, not over a man, but some undisclosed situation that actually saw Shareefa behind bars for a stint. The tail end of the album slows down. DTP compatriot Bobby Valentino drops in for a bump-n-grind session on Hey Babe, Eye Wonder is a cheating-with-him episode, while Fever explores a crush. She may have only moved 30k on her first week but this is easily one of the finer all-around R&B performances of 2006.
Round Two is always a watershed phase, and for the New Millenium Nate Dogg his second album is probably his best chance to solidify his Konvict Music movement. From the jump Shakedown is that gangsta crooning that Akon is making his own. Styles P returns for Blown Away, another street bandit two step anthem. Never Took the Time, Dont Matter and I Can't Wait offer a different look as Akon does the love song thing. Akon still shines with the street conscious music, on Gringo, he's a drug dealer making a pitch, and on Tired of Running he's a street hustler done with ducking the Law. Then there's Mama Africa, a reggae joint in tribute to his roots. Overall, Konvicted stays true to what Akon does well, with a few radio songs (Smack That and I Wanna Love You) thrown in to cement the traffic to the music store.
Another year another album. Jim Jones is definitely a prime example of how the constant grind of keeping your name out in the street whether it's albums back to back, umpteen mixtapes, being on the red carpet at the VMA's and still doing club appearances in the roughest locales in the East Coast can do to boost your profile. Stylistically, what do you expect. More thuglife, hustler tales, and floss bossman rants from Jones and Dipset Byrdgang expressed over slicked out synths and drums. Emotionless, Pin the Tail and Weatherman are notables although they all have guests on them. More people have Jim Jones' name in their heads this year than last and there is a feeling in the northeast that there is a need for their own new star instead of all the mainstays or out of town boys and Jones is well placed to feed off that. Judging by his current buzz off the runaway hit We Fly High, this will be one of the hood soundtracks of choice for many this winter.====================================================
Friday, November 03, 2006
Freeky Furahiday Part Ngovo
Bidding himself as the 'new sound of Afro-Urban Soul,' California based Sam Oendo is readying the release of his debut album in conjunction with Zambian outfit Malabath Music. Najitahidi stood out to me. You can listen to it as well as a few other hewas on his myspace page.
And after myspace comes niggaspace. Some people are heated about it too.
Movie rant: Avoid Borat at all costs. That dude, Tom Green and the cast of Jackass need to share the same padded cell. Or be sold to slavery in a Zambian copper mine.
There has been some buzz about Christianity and sex on the blog ring thanks to Future Diplomat and others, and this story shows the two-facedness of the chest thumping puritans. The head of the U.S. National Association of Evangelicals resigned on Thursday November 2nd after being accused of having a sexual relationship with a male escort. And this dude is all about banning gay marriage too, lol. Republicans. Ted Haggard is George Bush's spiritual advisor and talks weekly to the main man behind the Republican Machine Karl Rove.
Maybe some folks need to be real and keep it freaky.
Rest in Peace: Comedian Nyundo Wa Komeo (Francis Abina Madieka) who is being buried in Budalangi, Busia District this weekend. He appeared on national tv shows like Kinyonga, Vitimbi and Wingu la Moto.
Morale, Freaks.
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I WENT SHOPLIFTING THIS WEEKEND.
Let's celebrate. Kardinal Offishall is finally looking to get a realistic stab at mainstream success at his new home, Akon's Konvict Music. And to celebrate: a Whoo Kid mixtape Canadian Coke is in order to start the streets salivating. It comes complete with a policeman buss 'em tirade (Officer Down), a kenyan Boston Marathon reference (Take the Money) and a patois flavored banger (All the Way). Vybez Kartel steps up with tough gangster posturing (Everybody Gone Gangsta), while Socrates and Choclair re-up for a mean rehash over a Rza backdrop (T-dot Chambers).Kardinall enjoys cult status in Toronto and it's hard not to see how his hype part b-boy, part rudebwoy persona, and sharp delivery can excite. Looks like T-dot is finally ready to export something fuego.
Tekzilla is spitting a lot more on his new joint, and it's all on point. Recent Aftermath R&B signee Dion is all over this album ( 5 tracks) and doesn't disappoint. Ayak (whatever happened to Jonell) blows marvellously on Can We Go Back. Q-tip and DPG's Kurupt sound like they could be in a group together on Keep it Moving, Ghostface paints a crack queen scenario with the Willie Cottrell Band and Busta Rhymes methodically shuts it down on March. Four New York rappers bring a gritty city anthem to life,Strong Arm Steady finally gives us a taste of what to expect on their Blacksmith/Warner debut, and Nas paints an absolutely ridiculous true school picture on Music For Life.
Hi-Tek brings his trademark knock, a more high-profile guest list (no Slum Village, Mood or Jinx Da Juvy, but more Talib) that for the most part does its thing and as such, brings forth an easy to listen to head-nodder.
Banks delivers trademark G-Unit thugman gunrap sprinkled with a few Blue Hefner detours of which Help and One Night Stand are stellar examples. Beat selection was on point, but Eminem's beat and Fif collabo Hands Up doesn't deliver. Addicted with Musiq knocks, Gilmore is bouncy and Mobb Deep's Prodigy is actually less sluggish on Get Clapped.In future hindsight, this album will stand out as being a brash and slick New Yorkcentric piece in a shoulder-lean-walk-it-out arena.
He swerved into our speakers on the back of Kanye Soul, with an album that had as much hiphop sensibility as it had soul. Chapter two features tunes with more pop-rock lean in them. Current pop standard sounding single Save Room starts the collection off, but before you get it twisted, track two, Heaven comes in with that Kanye boom-bap; Again sounds like an Ordinary People except it's a his & her blame game story. Maxine sounds like a piano bar lounge rumba inspired joint as does Where did my baby go.But overall, the hip-hop soul of his first record is not all over this record. He's still firmly behind his Steinway and although rhythmically he takes it to a different place, he sings with the same earnest soul and each song stands strongly on its own.
Oh how the mighty creep on the low: this chic used to be on diva status, and songs like Angel of Mine and Why I Love You So Much were top-40 favorites on blast to the point I can't bear to hear them again. But a lot of black singers who've tasted middle america adulation opt to return to a more urban flava and appease that constituency especially after an extended hiatus. This joint picks up where the last one left off. With songs like Sideline Ho, Hell Now, and Gotta Move On, she is still making confrontational love songs about love gone bad, which she does well. I don't how how they dont have the advisory sticker on this record.There are a few missteps (Everytime The Beat Drop is an unnecessary Snap music salute) and she doesn't really harrass her vocal range in this offering, even doing some of her singy-songy rappin, but songs like the Curtis Mayfield sampled A Dozen Roses, Doin Me Right, and Gotta Move On suffice this go-around.
Still going for a grown and sexy appeal on album three. No up-tempo mishaps featuring the vogue blabberer, oops, rapper of the moment. Just love songs - mid-tempo joints and slow jams - for that ass. And a Luther remake for a bonus. Nothing really stands out, he's playing the skillful teddy bear balladeer thing to the tilt.==============================================
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
The BuZZZZ
Nuff respect to Msanii XL for the opportunities and the love he showed me on BNTS Episode 6. I believe I'm one of many who respect and are inspired by your grind.
Thanks to Ciru for dropping this in my inbox. And I share it with you.
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For the African chapter of the global express tour ( Water for Life tour), Jay Z teamed up with the most authentic African label under the planet, Jamhuri Wear whose creater, Kimathi, helms from Kenya. The fashion designer clearly comes out as a trend setter as he threads Hip Hop's biggest star for the African leg of his tour. Visit Jamhuriwear.com
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Thanks to Ciru for dropping this in my inbox. And I share it with you.
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Young Kenyans Trail blazing around the World
DJ Stylez
DJ Stylez has now risen to prominence as one of Kenya's renown Premiere DJ. With a list of accomplishments to his name DJ Stylez has been nominated for Best DJ in Africa category for the Best Dj Africa category. Please Vote for DJ Stylez.
Nameless Gets a Nod For European MTV
Kenyan singer David Mathenge ( Nameless) leads other African artists in nominations for best African act during this years Europe MTV Awards (MTV EMAs) to be held in Copenhagen, Denmark in November. Nameless is among the 5 nominees representing the African continent including upbeat Nigerian R&B twins P-Square,Tanzanian Bongo flava star Sir Juma Nature among others. Ever evolving global super star Justin Timberlake will host and also perform at the most explosive, star studded music event in the European Calendar. Please Vote for Nameless.
Hip Hop Colony for Truth Awards
The critically acclaimed film has once again been nominated for Best Independent Film at the Truth awards, which takes place in Chicago, Saturday, October 14th 2006. Please Vote for Hip Hop Colony. Hip-hop Colony
For the African chapter of the global express tour ( Water for Life tour), Jay Z teamed up with the most authentic African label under the planet, Jamhuri Wear whose creater, Kimathi, helms from Kenya. The fashion designer clearly comes out as a trend setter as he threads Hip Hop's biggest star for the African leg of his tour. Visit Jamhuriwear.com
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Monday, October 09, 2006
BUMPS, BONGO-LOON , NAIL GUNS & THE MONDAY DEBATE
Oooh weee, Colombus Day....not that it stopped me from doing my daily weekday hustle as usual. What a weak reason to have a day off though. Dude got lost and "found" a new continent... Fine, if they want to credit some white person and shut down government offices and schools in his honor, at least crown the right jamaa, Lief Ericsson, son of Erik the Red.
Some Colombus Day treats: a few more K.E artist myspace pages to peep while you're searching for that next jumpoff.
Diehard: representing for Da Rugged Undaground Zoo. They are based in Jericho Estate.
Jero: Outering Estate lyricist now based in the A. Recently dropped a mixtape.
Staccato: a member of the Shida Mingi Crew.
Loon found his way to Dar although he may have ran into some trouble shooting a video for a new single that features the current Miss Tz as his love interest. He kept it real though, jumped in the studio with local artists and cooked it up. But slapping your pointman around for not having everything in order is not what it's cut out to be. Especially if it isn't in a Harlem barbershop (In the summer Loon banged on a Dipset affiliate 40-Cal with a shovel inside a barbershop in Harlem).
The Wire anyone? Easily the one of the best reasons to get HBO even though a non-tv watcher like myself will wait for the dvd. For their final season they got a gully sista, Snoop Pearson, who is shown here shopping for some 'tools.' You gotta love a girl with a dangerous streak. Built too hood for some though.
This was inspired by Half Kenya Half Sudan's tirade at Monday. She meant well when she said that there should be an International Kamukunji of sorts where all the relevant nerds meet up and use their expert opinion to abolish Monday.
The sad truth is if they got rid of Monday i.e. they turned Monday into a weekend day, then Tuesday would become the scapegoat of all the evil that Monday has become burdened with. Which will lead to more yodelling about Tuesday Blues, calls for the abolition of Tuesday, etc.
My proposal is to add more Fridays. Work one day then get two off. Nothing beats the feeling of having that 6 pm Furahiday Rush every three days.
All in favor....waonyeshe vidole vya kati.
And to all you lucky bastards that are having a real day off tomorrow, I salute thee. You guys get the Monday Blues twice in the week. Why do we do Moi Day again?
Morale.
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Some Colombus Day treats: a few more K.E artist myspace pages to peep while you're searching for that next jumpoff.
Diehard: representing for Da Rugged Undaground Zoo. They are based in Jericho Estate.
Jero: Outering Estate lyricist now based in the A. Recently dropped a mixtape.
Staccato: a member of the Shida Mingi Crew.
Loon found his way to Dar although he may have ran into some trouble shooting a video for a new single that features the current Miss Tz as his love interest. He kept it real though, jumped in the studio with local artists and cooked it up. But slapping your pointman around for not having everything in order is not what it's cut out to be. Especially if it isn't in a Harlem barbershop (In the summer Loon banged on a Dipset affiliate 40-Cal with a shovel inside a barbershop in Harlem).
The Wire anyone? Easily the one of the best reasons to get HBO even though a non-tv watcher like myself will wait for the dvd. For their final season they got a gully sista, Snoop Pearson, who is shown here shopping for some 'tools.' You gotta love a girl with a dangerous streak. Built too hood for some though.
This was inspired by Half Kenya Half Sudan's tirade at Monday. She meant well when she said that there should be an International Kamukunji of sorts where all the relevant nerds meet up and use their expert opinion to abolish Monday.
The sad truth is if they got rid of Monday i.e. they turned Monday into a weekend day, then Tuesday would become the scapegoat of all the evil that Monday has become burdened with. Which will lead to more yodelling about Tuesday Blues, calls for the abolition of Tuesday, etc.
My proposal is to add more Fridays. Work one day then get two off. Nothing beats the feeling of having that 6 pm Furahiday Rush every three days.
All in favor....waonyeshe vidole vya kati.
And to all you lucky bastards that are having a real day off tomorrow, I salute thee. You guys get the Monday Blues twice in the week. Why do we do Moi Day again?
Morale.
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Bamboocha Recipe:
Add ingredients carefully:
Add summa this:
And a little of this:
Ensure the proper libations to the ancestors, dearly departed and cherished ones in absentia are made.
Halafu...
Add a little of this if you please,
The following should be done only with the availability of suitable Audio Crack Cocaine delivered in horrifying high decibel deep bass stereo by a suitably trained merchant.
Apply the mantra of the great sage Tony Matterhorn, "I will grind 'em."
Be it in the cut:
Or a little more in the open,
Or apply something similar to that with newly found or more regular associates,
And you will have yourself one copius serving of Friday Night Nirvana.
Big up Black Ice Crew for nicing the bashement and J-Cruz on the paparazzi grind.
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Add summa this:
And a little of this:
Ensure the proper libations to the ancestors, dearly departed and cherished ones in absentia are made. Halafu...
Add a little of this if you please,
The following should be done only with the availability of suitable Audio Crack Cocaine delivered in horrifying high decibel deep bass stereo by a suitably trained merchant.Apply the mantra of the great sage Tony Matterhorn, "I will grind 'em."
Be it in the cut:
Or a little more in the open,
Or apply something similar to that with newly found or more regular associates,And you will have yourself one copius serving of Friday Night Nirvana.
Big up Black Ice Crew for nicing the bashement and J-Cruz on the paparazzi grind.
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Friday, September 22, 2006
Freeky Furahiday: Part Quattro: By Day......
He's the brutha opening doors for your lady.....
By night, he's force-feeding her cuervo black....ama cham,
Lamba glassi kabisa!! Na umemwaga kidogo kwa meza wewe! Nyonya hio umemwaga na straw!!
Whatever your fancy... me only means well.
I am makanga and I approve this message.** (End commercial)**
Check out last weekend:
It was a good night, the Alphas brought the women out and completely shut down two other concurrent parties with the diesel turnout.Without expecting it, my lounge turned into the reggae room, complete with big-body gal dem, hella guinness and the furry burnt shrubbery. The dutty wine contest was just that...dutty, and Goodas Fi Dem played for 16 minutes straight. Bullet!
This weekend:
Friday, Rick Ross is coming to the area, this group I work with is opening for him. The FESI (femme exposed skin index) is going to be silly even though it will be chilly. I won't be in that building though, gotta rock this fiesta:
It will be a little bit more sedate than the Rick Ross - wait let me stop lying...80% chance kutathoka.
Then Sato, one of my artists is doing a belated born-day soiree, with two other big parties I'm supposed to guest spin at.
Where's the afterparty at?
I almost forgot the main reason I came thru today. Jabali Afrika are back with a new album, Mayosi. This coming Wednesday the 27th, they will be live at Joe's Pub in the Rotten Apple thundering down. They will be heading to Jamhuri in late November.
Morale.
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By night, he's force-feeding her cuervo black....ama cham,
Lamba glassi kabisa!! Na umemwaga kidogo kwa meza wewe! Nyonya hio umemwaga na straw!!
Whatever your fancy... me only means well.
I am makanga and I approve this message.** (End commercial)**
Check out last weekend:
It was a good night, the Alphas brought the women out and completely shut down two other concurrent parties with the diesel turnout.Without expecting it, my lounge turned into the reggae room, complete with big-body gal dem, hella guinness and the furry burnt shrubbery. The dutty wine contest was just that...dutty, and Goodas Fi Dem played for 16 minutes straight. Bullet!This weekend:
Friday, Rick Ross is coming to the area, this group I work with is opening for him. The FESI (femme exposed skin index) is going to be silly even though it will be chilly. I won't be in that building though, gotta rock this fiesta:
It will be a little bit more sedate than the Rick Ross - wait let me stop lying...80% chance kutathoka.Then Sato, one of my artists is doing a belated born-day soiree, with two other big parties I'm supposed to guest spin at.
Where's the afterparty at?
I almost forgot the main reason I came thru today. Jabali Afrika are back with a new album, Mayosi. This coming Wednesday the 27th, they will be live at Joe's Pub in the Rotten Apple thundering down. They will be heading to Jamhuri in late November.
Morale.
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
SAMBA, CASH, MIXTAPES & ROOMY SPACES
So 9-11 arrived and went. I literally ducked all the melodramatic hoopla on tv. Wasn't too hard though, your boy is busy. The Nairobi Bombings hit home hard for me. I was on Tom Mboya St when the truck blew up in 1998. Much respect to all the innocent fallen worldwide from Bali, to London, to Dar, in an ideologial/political/economic war that shows no peaceful resolve.
Meanwhile over the weekend, Kenya did good and whooped Namibia in Nairobi in a Rugby World Cup qualifier. Despite the problems with our game, basically a gross lack of chapaa, this one has been a long time coming. Big up. Next up, Tunisia.
Speaking of which I just read about some billionaire that gave $ 165 million to an American university (Oklahoma State), not for improvement of academics or lowering tuition, how dare he, but rather for the Athletic department,with american football getting 120 mill and the rest to the other sports. I doubt our national sports programs have spent that much money combined since independence. Meanwhile, Oklahoma State ranks in the bottom third of all american states in infant death, child health insurance coverage and child neglect. One in seven people in Oklahoma are in the risk of hunger (according to a Sports Illustrated commentator).
Phat Kat is a Detroit rapper who enjoyed the musical comradeship and production of the late great beat guru J Dilla. Check out his new all-snippet mixtape Quiet Bubble featuring production from J-Dilla and Black Milk among others. Si mbaya. FFWD >> to 16:36. That track is pure beauty. Dilla will be missed. His new posthumously released album The Shining is in stores.
DJ Dona based in Kansas just dropped a mixtape Bado Nimesota featuring music from Nyashinski, Shida Mingi Crew, Shazz, Maleek and other Kenyan notables. Free download here.
Curb your Enthusiasm is one of the funniest things on HBO. I peeped a season of it on dvd over the summer. It features Larry David, one of the chief writers for the bigtime Seinfeld sitcom. Sawa, blackdom isn't representing heavy in his work, but it's funny nonetheless. Check out a small clip about spaciously endowed women. Later on in this particular episode the woman in question steals things and hides them you-know-where.
And before the ladies seek me out for a lynching a la Michuki, how about these mamas who bailed out their man in New York. These are are some true ride-or-die chics. I need me a few for my ka-harem. And Forbes Magazine lines up the most powerful women on the planet. Your mother is on there.
Morale.
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Meanwhile over the weekend, Kenya did good and whooped Namibia in Nairobi in a Rugby World Cup qualifier. Despite the problems with our game, basically a gross lack of chapaa, this one has been a long time coming. Big up. Next up, Tunisia.
Speaking of which I just read about some billionaire that gave $ 165 million to an American university (Oklahoma State), not for improvement of academics or lowering tuition, how dare he, but rather for the Athletic department,with american football getting 120 mill and the rest to the other sports. I doubt our national sports programs have spent that much money combined since independence. Meanwhile, Oklahoma State ranks in the bottom third of all american states in infant death, child health insurance coverage and child neglect. One in seven people in Oklahoma are in the risk of hunger (according to a Sports Illustrated commentator).
Phat Kat is a Detroit rapper who enjoyed the musical comradeship and production of the late great beat guru J Dilla. Check out his new all-snippet mixtape Quiet Bubble featuring production from J-Dilla and Black Milk among others. Si mbaya. FFWD >> to 16:36. That track is pure beauty. Dilla will be missed. His new posthumously released album The Shining is in stores.
DJ Dona based in Kansas just dropped a mixtape Bado Nimesota featuring music from Nyashinski, Shida Mingi Crew, Shazz, Maleek and other Kenyan notables. Free download here.
Curb your Enthusiasm is one of the funniest things on HBO. I peeped a season of it on dvd over the summer. It features Larry David, one of the chief writers for the bigtime Seinfeld sitcom. Sawa, blackdom isn't representing heavy in his work, but it's funny nonetheless. Check out a small clip about spaciously endowed women. Later on in this particular episode the woman in question steals things and hides them you-know-where.
And before the ladies seek me out for a lynching a la Michuki, how about these mamas who bailed out their man in New York. These are are some true ride-or-die chics. I need me a few for my ka-harem. And Forbes Magazine lines up the most powerful women on the planet. Your mother is on there.
Morale.
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