Brandon Carter “Black Friday” Mixtape Download

Click The Pic For the Download.

Just so you can’t say I never gave you anything….

Even though I don’t really partake in the Holidays, In the spirit of Black Friday, I give you the gift of music by my Partner in Crime, Brandon Carter.

Straight from the Southside Of Chicago, me and the kid go way back and he’s Producing my next project. Look out for that….

And check out this Video he did for his freestyle over Drake’s  “Forever”.

This track is featured on the mixtape. You can check more at his website/ning;

Not So Black and White…

So I don’t know how this came up, but I was speaking about this movie the other day. It’s one of those films that didn’t really go anywhere or never got mentioned again so you wonder if it ever actually existed or if you made it up in your head. But sure enough, I remember seeing the trailer for this movie when I saw “Panther” in the theatre with my mother. As a kid, I remember thinking,’wow, this is the most interesting Plot ever!’.
but now as an adult, as I go back and watch this Melodramatic and albeit Cheesy 90’s VHS trailer version, it occurred to me, what is it saying?

It’s painfully obvious that there’s a statement being made here. The film was presented in a way to spark controversy – whether or not it did, we can figure out by how many of you reading this have even heard of this movie.

What’s the most interesting to me is that the filmmakers chose to make this plot situational and based on 2 opposing families mainly, but begs a question that’s pertains more to a bigger social arena. It asks what if things were reversed? That’s a WTF question for sure, cause at first I’m this a white person’s acknowledgement that they actually control most of the known world??

But no, this is actually the creation of  a Japanese American – the same writer behind such a true to life gritty urban classic as American Me.

I thought it would be pretty ill if this question was approached in some kind of surreal setting where it showed life in general in a way where blacks/minorities were on the higher side of the global spectrum: more affluent and privileged and carried a sense of entitlement.
Now I can only speak from viewing the trailer, because I never actually saw this movie, but the fact that it focuses Primarily on John Travolta and Harry Belafonte’s grossly exaggerated characters and seems to rely on heavy cliche and archetypical imagery to display the disparity that exists between the races, downgrades everything. It ‘s almost counter productive because if this question is what if the roles were reversed between Blacks and Whites, what is it saying about Black People on average??

Is the everyday Black Man a barely Blue Collar, poorly accented, country sounding, angry and inevitably violent guy, struggling to make ends meet? If that’s the case, then I’m surprised that John Travolta’s character is even at home with his wife and kids! You know Niggas don’t do that!

And on the other side of that coin, is it saying that the average White person is wealthy and could care less about the plight of his fellow man?

That being said, it’s still the only movie like this that I’ve ever heard of that was released by Hollywood. Clearly this is from the John Travolta comeback Period after Pulp Fiction raised his career from the dead and he was taking on any role that would be a standout. And tho it looks like something Robert Townsend would create, with less than Tongue-in-cheek attempts to be thought provoking and emotional, I still think it makes one curious enough to find it (if you can) and watch to see what the hell they were on when they made this.

And with that, I’m off to Netflix or the Video store. Who’s coming with me?

“The Push” pt. 1

So Since this is the first installment of my “Hot 16…or more…” Segment where I post a written version of my verses for those of you who just Looovvve lyrics, or those of you who just didn’t catch half of the Flyness compacted and compounded in each sentence, I figured it’s only right that I start off with the Very FIRST song I ever put out as a debut solo artist.

I present, “The Push”

This is the first and ONLY song that I had in my possession when I first entered the game and the web world. This premiere coincided with My putting up my website, My myspace page and Appearing on Rap City in the Booth.

In fact, they all premiered on the same exact day; September 25th, 2006.

I recorded this with the intent to ‘Change The Game’ and definitely make an impression, so I had limited time because my resources and studio access was limited. I went to D.C. because My girlfriend at the time lived there, and that city was the only place where I knew someone with a studio setup.

So I asked my boy Shak If I could record something one day while I was there. On the night before I came back to New York, I recorded this – a 100 bar mixtape style track where 5 beats that all are known for incorporating the word “Push” blend into each other and force me to rap in a different style with each change.  I picked beats with the word “Push” because I thought it was fitting – I’m pushing myself and my name out. I also knew I could flip different styles because the beats were so different, and I always wanted to rhyme over some of them…like the Salt N’ Pepa joint especially. I thought it was Pretty Genius.

I still do actually.

This was my one chance to make a first impression on all of the thousands of people who would see me grace the booth on BET and look me up to see what I had to offer. I had to do something special.

So here’s Part 1 of that;

Hope you learn something…

“Wait a second, ain’t no Second Best – I bet I set it for the records-For the books,

Tell your man move like the vocals on the sample, unless he want The Push..

To come to shovin’ cousin – trust that he don’t want it cause I never let him off the Hook,


Cheddar in the oven like I’m baking Zitti – Liky got some Bread he gotta cook!

But I’m never full enough to pull an upchuck on the game,

so I’m pulling stunts – jumping from another Buckle up to bump in your frame.

From the same fist that knuckle up to sucker punch – better Buckle Up ‘fore I bump-in your frame,

Get the picture now? I ain’t finished ’til I get some bullets up on my name


Number 1 by me, on the Charts – I had a little Vison,

Let ’em know the campaign’s “Sign Me!”…

A&R’s go and get a pen quick!

Critics say my generation’s gone and it lack ambition,

That’s when I get in Carlton Banks mode…

Haters Try to Aunt Viv him.

I’m just tryin’a get up on my rich kid, on my business – yeah The Prince is…


As Will Smith is in Hitch, but this Wild Wild West

Harlem! that’s the Hundreds,

Brawls and scraps at Ruckers,

Cars and cats that’s hustlin’,


Back to the fun it’s…

Phillip Banks – tryin’a Fill up banks – ain’t no Hilary, but still a little Swank

I’m the Million Dollar Baby, you can hate me – tell ’em Break a leg!

When I throw ’em out the back – throw ’em out like Jazz

Ain’t no way that Rap’s goin’ out like Jazz – I’m Count Basie – He came from the very same place that…

Got them boys that count Base, E, D, Marijuana, Crack,

In the form of weight and ki’s – ‘specially in The heights where Dominicanas’ at.

Ain’t no way they runnin’ out of that -ya’ll just keep on lookin,

While they bring more crooks in,

Powder keep on pushin…


Path that he’s on is defying Gravity Pa,

Cause I’m Fly,

– I’m Tallying off,

-all these guys – I bury your Bars!”

Hope you learned something…

Happy Born Day Mike!

Just came back from the Celebration not too long ago for the boy Mike Gordon at Taj!

You already know, another year, another Conquest!

Look for us to be taking over a few things soon…

Malik-16 x GangStarrGirl How To Make A Mixtape Vol. 1 – Who Doesn’t Rap??! Download

This is my first Ever crossover project. I partnered up with my Favorite Blogger, ms. Starrene “SoopaStarr” Rhett of to release this, which is one half of my double mixtape “How To Make A Mixtape” that we released across her site and mine on my birthday in 2008 as apart of a week long marketing campaign that included witty (but Cheap) Youtube “Commercials” and site takeovers (me doing an intro video on hers, and her doing an intro video on mine).  A whole bunch of other blogs showed love and supported the kid so it was a good run.

On this Volume 1 of that double mixtape, the subtitle is

“Who doesn’t Rap??!”

and the theme attacks the over-saturation of the game.

Starrene Handles the hosting duties with no help from the Dj who I bumped heads with during the post-production and release process, but that’s a story for another time…

For now, come to your own conclusion and

Click the picture below to download.



I included the now infamous “Jackin For Flows” video clip which has become quite viral by now. It’s track 3 on the mixtape, and tho it’s been done before,

Nobody does it better than me!!!

Peep Commercial #1

“Damn These Chains”

Classic Sounds….


Nasir Jones’ sophmore release was the Very First album that I sought out and purchased myself.  I was 13 and figured it was time for me to define my music taste and hip-hop expertise by actually owning some full length albums made by the very artists who I spent hours upon hours sitting in front of the radio recording. So as I outgrew the craft of sticking pieces of toilet paper in the corners of whichever of my big sister Veen’s tapes I deemed wack or something she wouldn’t miss, it dawned on me that even though I was Thee Nicest at the skill of strategically pausing the recording right before the station identification, or the annoying Funkmaster Flex drop would come on, Maybe I should join the actual big boy club and have the uncut, uninterrupted project in my hands. Maybe then I’d know just what these Euro-chic and gangster flick references were about that all of the popular New York rappers at that time sprinkled in their raps .


I still Never quite understood any of that,

but what I was surprised and ever so pleased to find was a full print out of almost all the lyrics contained on said album.  I bought It Was Written in the summer of 1996 at a Wiz in downtown Manhattan. I’m really showing my age here because If I’m not mistaken, The Wiz doesn’t even exist anymore! Anywhere!

But this purchase was on the heels of deciding that Nas was the most relatable rapper to me at the time. I didn’t know I was going to be a rapper. I had…uhhh…retired after a 2 year stint in a kiddie rap group a la Da Youngstaz. The thing is that, this particular summer would be the first time since I was 10 that I picked up a pen to attempt to start rapping again. It was actually the first time I picked up a pen, since I used to write my rhymes in my head (Word to Big!).

But anyway, Nas fueled my inspiration to re-enter the world of hip-hop and write narrative street tales because in the previous year, the spectrum of New York rappers was limited to killers, drug dealers, players, hardcore keepers of the funk, or obscure backpackers who nobody wanted to be.

Nas represented someone who strangely sat in some semblance of a middle ground where all these characters existed together.  No one ever questioned how hood he was, but the general consensus was that he’s not the shooter, rather the guy chronicling the shooting. Not the kingpin, but perhaps the guy who was cool with the Kingpin’s people and maybe did some jobs for him back in the day on the come up trying to stay fly.

We respected Nas for being something that we never had before; An authentic street poet. Not a preacher like Chuck D, Not a Teacher like KRS, Not a God like Rakim, not a Killer like Kool G, Not a gangster like Ice Cube – not even angry. Just a poet.

So I figured, I’m from the Hood, My teachers told me I was an excellent poet in school. I can slide in that same spot that Nas Held. He opened a door that wasn’t there before.

This was all until I popped the cassette in (yes I said Cassette) and got engulfed in a blitz of Mafioso-drenced, King of New York delusional episodic raps and psuedo-intellectual musings on Hood happenings.

I would find out later that this album was filled with subliminal shots at the other contenders for legendary status at the time, and was actually Nas’ idea of attempting to garner mainstream attention. I guess in a way it worked, because he got much more notereity from the singles released off of this album than his debut. Although Illmatic gets all the praise and critical acclaim, it’s not up for debate that chics or radio weren’t checking for mr. Jones until “If I ruled the world” featuring the then unstoppable (and sane) Lauryn Hill came out.

Anyway, I loved this album so much that I took it with me all the way down to Atlanta that same month when I went to spend some time with my cousins who had recently moved there from Brooklyn. They were fans of M.O.P. (Who they grew up with), and anything that was New York-Centric, so I knew they would love it as much as I did. And they did. We played it in the house, in the parking lot, on the way to Kroger. On the way to Publix. On the way to and from the studio and the airport. It was fun times.

Until somebody’s little daughter was over one of the apartments with us, and as the video game playing and beer drinking ensued to the soundtrack of  track 7 “Take it in Blood“, there was one moment of parental instinct that kicked in when my female cousin Rainy interjected and told us to cut it off after some lyric where Nas blurts out “..Pussies and Buttholes…”

At first I was like damn, why we gotta cut off the Nas just because somebody’s little bebe kid is over here with the grown ups (and uhmm…almost…grown-ups??). But then it made me wonder, damn… as someone who didn’t use those kinds of words himself, how much did I actually relate to Nas? And what the Hell was Nas talking about anyway??

So upon a more scrutinizing listen after that epiphany, I realized that Not even Nas knew what he was talking about half of the time.  Although I was blown away by the creativity of “I Gave You Power“, it seemed those clear, focused moments of consistent and linear lyricism and storytelling were few and far between.

I studied the whole lyrics sheet for the rest of my ATL stay and I still didn’t understand  most of what I was reading. What the fuck is “Blood money in a pimp’s cum” ? That math equation that he clearly wrote for Foxy’s verse on “Affirmative Action” not adding up, “dipped attache” “mad man Cassius Clay“…huh??! The average casual hip-hop listener couldn’t tell you what Nas’ point is on the average Nas song. It just sounded good. And there you have the biggest thing about hip-hop; The sound.

And the sound is what makes this such a classic to me. Besides all of the sentimental attachment I have to this album, the biggest influence it had on me was that sonically, it was like nothing else.

It proved that hip-hop had matured to a point where you can defy the standard and rap over MUSIC. This was music. These beats kind of set a marker for Nas. He became known for picking these melodious instrumentals to tell these cinematic story raps over and it was a perfect marriage.  The beats on this album were straight up Beautiful! haha!

Nowadays you only hear these kinds of beats on underground projects and rarely on Major releases. Yet ironically, these are the very kinds of beats that are behind most peoples favorite songs on most albums. Those songs that are the most memorable, and have the most feeling to them. Almost every song on this album had that kind of sound.

Some of the beats outshadow the rhymes due to Nas’ habit to dip into non-sequitters and randomness, not to mention overall unbelievable claims ( “Take it in blood” being a prime example), But my favorite moments are when he gets it just right and makes perfect sense all throughout one song with the perfect beat. The next best thing is when enough of the verses are followable and it’s just that damn dope that you don’t even care if it’s the most authentic or logical.

Having that said, my favorite songs off of this album are

“Black Girl Lost”

“Watch Them Niggas”

of course this hidden gem that only the cassette holders (such as myself) knew about – “Silent Murder”.

Despite all my perceived gripes with this body of work, it remains the very album that started my collection and began my journey. Anybody who knows me knows that I have a Love-Hate relationship with Nas and it’s due to his inconsistency of Character, and sometimes hunger (“Live Nigga Rap” is the only track on the album where he doesn’t sound asleep. Maybe Mobb Deep put the battery in his back). I would say he’s a victim of how people envision him as some kind of prophetical griot who is just so deep, but he Fuels and fosters that very idea himself in the midst of delivering the most blatant contradictions hip-hop has ever seen way beyond anything 2pac could have done. He’s shown that he wants to be considered the King of New York as bad as Jay or Big wanted to, he just dressed it up with less glitzy fanfare and didn’t say it straightforward. He rarely says anything straightforward!

But it’s all because he’s a hodgepodge of things. As noted on the album he exhibits this himself when he professes “I’m all about techs, good jux and sex, Israelite books…” when you start a sentence off like that, where the fuck else can you possibly be going??

While he may not be My Favorite rapper, he is definitely one of my biggest influences, and this album changed my life and the way I view rap albums forever.

If  I may be bold enough to rate it on my 16 Candles scale, I would say it falls just short of Phenomenal and give it 12 Candles out of a possible

4, 8, 12 or 16.

4(Classic Just because where it stands in Hip-Hop, whether it be the time of it’s release, it’s influence, or the popularity of it’s singles overall)

8(Classic because it was solid for it’s time, but may be a little dated or less than amazing by today’s standards)

12(Classic as a complete release and probably celebrated widely on the surface, but possibly lacking one key element – be it one song that doesn’t fit, a wack guest appearance, lyrics, lack of depth or beats)

16(Classic all around)

Crush Alot: Naturi-Us! (Please)

Okay, so I might just be late on this cause admittedly, I just saw NOTORIOUS for the first time last night.

And for all of it’s Hollywood crappiness, the shining moment for me was 20 minutes in, getting the shock of my life seeing a full out sex scene with shorty from 3LW.

Like…… I remember us joking in High School that the only one who could get it was Adrienne.

That’s surely not the case anymore! These pictures explain it all.

I don’t know what rock I’ve been sleeping under or how I missed this, or further more, I don’t know why every man on the Planet is not Fuckin in Love with Black Women the way I am (And no, not because of naked stills from movie scenes, but because Black women are Just damn Amazing in General! – Phat asses are just a plus thank you very much)

So I’m saying Hello ms. Naughton (I like the first 6 letters of your last name by the way),

YOU are officially My NEW Crush.

Sex & The Chocolate City…Revisited

I don’t like dating. It’s never been my thing per se. I use to write about it back in college when it was funny and not as pretentious (especially in New York). So when Mr. Malik-16 asked me to contribute, of course I said no. But, here I am. Funny how things work.
If you do know me, or know my writing, I’m sure you are wondering where the hell have I been? (or at least I hope you are).
Well, to sum it all up: Graduated from Howard, fell into the traps of the corporate world, got a dog, fell in love, cheated on, twice, really badly, suffered severe heart break, deep depression, lost a few friends, went through a year long writers block, became the “other woman”, lost weight taking pole dancing, moved back to Brooklyn, lost my Grandmother, started Graduate school, lost my job, car destroyed, then found my writing voice again.
So, now that we got all that out of the way…
Who knows what direction I’ll take this blog in but it may be a pretty fun adventure to take together.

The Great Plastic Heist!

So like I told you, I stole these damn Plastic Wine Glasses from the Robin Thicke listening session Last week. This is me coming from the session outside of  Manhattan’s Chung King studio alongside Ms. GangStarrGirl herself and the kid RedHead. Peep the TomFoolery…

The Look of Plastic

So this is the Ever-so-fancy layout from the Robin Thicke listening session at downtown Manhattan’s Chung King studios that my homegirl Starrene a.k.a Reenie to me a.k.a. Gangstarrgirl to you all, was kind enough to invite me to.

A whole cheese platter, complete with these lovely plastic wine ‘glasses’,

which I just found hilarious.

Which I also had to steal because they were so hilarious to me!