“Negroes In The News” – Shooters try to put the K in Coney Island, Plaxico plays nice, & Gay-Ass Tracy Morgan calls the kettle…

The only thing that keeps me from naming this column ‘Niggas In The News’ is the positive and more light-hearted fare that usually ends each post, but it’s safe to say that niggas with guns are the worst thing to happen to Blacks in modern history. It’s the deadliest inner city disease besides the disease of ignorance itself.

For instance, last week’s shooting at Brighton Beach on the Coney Island Boardwalk…

Now, I’ve been around my fair share of gunshots and hood violence for what appears to be my whole damn life unfortunately, but I really truly believed that this particular brand of senseless violence was gone with the early 90’s. Yet, as my recent run-ins with reckless Brooklyn niggas without senses of boundary have been proving, some fools just don’t think.

Sometimes I wonder if the average hood dude even has the capacity for foresight. Time and again, I’m left thinking ‘no‘. Especially in moments like these. My first reaction was ‘who the fuck shoots at Coney Island??!!‘ It’s like the last bastion of child-like radiance and excitement, the final frontier…In other words, it’s pretty much the happiest place left in New York City. A damn amusement park region named after bunnies!! My second thought was ‘wow, niggas still really just open fire on crowds of people??!’ And my third thought, after thinking about how it was the hottest day of the year so far, was ‘who the fuck is thinking about shooting when it’s sweltering hot outside?!!’ Sure, it can be argued that intense heat brings forth agitation and hostility, but the usual sentiment shared by New Yorkers on scorching hot days is almost unanimously one of trying to get to anything cool. Yet, as it would appear, niggas are the furthest thing from usual, and gunfire is the furthest thing from cool.

Nothing underscores this point more than the fact that so many random people got hit by bullets, and young Tysha Jones will never see another day. It’s so crazy to me that for all the trouble these idiots go thru to make scenes, cause panic and draw weapons of death, that when the smoke clears, the intended victim is almost never the one who takes their last breath. See what I mean? Niggas with guns… 

The boy Donny Goines just made a song dedicated to Tysha, and one of the dumb fucks behind the shooting has since been arrested as cops look for a suspected 2nd shooter (So it took not 1 but 2 niggas to miss the real target and kill a teenage girl??).

And my mom just asked me to go there a week and a half ago. This coulda been my sister or me and my nephew…

On the subject of Niggas with guns and stupidity and irony, Plaxico Burress

is doing his whole clean up act real quick. Fresh out the pen this month, the former New York Giant is iniating his PR sweep in thinly veiled efforts to retouch his image and rebuild his reputation. Joining with The Brady Center, the infamous public interest group that is responsible for the implementation of The Brady Bill in the 1990’s, Burress has attached himself to press conferences and appearances where he will be speaking out against the dangers of gun violence and illegal possession. I’ll have you remember, this guy just got out of jail for shooting himself in the groin with a gun that he kept in his pants off safety while sittingf in a bar. In Midtown! You can’t expect much from a professional Black athlete, but I’m sure he’s not appreciating this lockout right about now, as his rep and his fate hangs in the balance. Niggas with guns…

Ok, so it’s not a big secret that I don’t really care for Tracy Morgan. I don’t respect him as a comedian or an actor, and I’m moved to say not really as a grown ass man. Yet I don’t know him. What I do know is that he’s been catching Hell since this weekend over anti-Gay comments that were apart of a stand-up act that he just did. I also know that Tracy (howudoin?!) has some of the most femine mannerisms ever (maybe it’s the alchoholism or post-alchoholism stances and poses), and he has played some of the most flamboyant and ridiculous characters – to a believable (and un-funny) extent. I also know that this particular offense would have gone unnoticed had it not been for Morgan’s sudden meteoric success and fame that resurrected his decades-dead career and made him a household name to White folks thanks to SNL. As you can see, I don’t think he’s funny at all, just a dumb ass negro who will do or say anything for a laugh. That, a comedian does not make. However, it’s good enough for him to be the newest token coon for the White mainstream that tunes into 30 Rock every week. Guess they never heard his stand-up before. They would have known not to be shocked. Get ready for possible Isiah Washington treatment.

Sorry folks, the good news is far and few between this time. Pick something; The Mavs winning the Championship, the Black Tony Award winners, the Braxtons finale and reunion…

Nevermind…

Oh wait, Jada Pinkett’s medical drama, Hawthorne is back on network television this week, and this season has some familiar minority faces like Marc Anthony, Derek Luke & Lauren Velez. Good move. Whew! Knew I had something in there…

Hot 16…Or More…”TALKIN’ BOUT”

In the spirit of Jay-Z releasing his new Memoir/Book of Rhymes this week, I’m resurrecting the Hot 16…Or More…Segment of this blog. It’s a section that’s never gotten the love or recognition of other continuous segments that appear on this blog, never garnering comments – except for the initial post.

I’m aiming to change that. And like I said, being very much so motivated by Jay-Z’s foray into the rap-as-poetry ethos, I would hope you guys are more receptive this time. He’s actually approaching things from the same angle that I always have with this segment; giving you a backstory, and understanding of the mindframe surrounding the verses, and then highlighting the literary devices used and the key words and phrases within the wordplay.

I don’t have too many tricks at my disposal. I just do a lot of emboldening and italicizing and CAPITALIZING. All I can hope is that those things at least bring your attention to words or sentences that may have meant nothing to you at all prior to that. Either that, or I’m just hoping that the sheer act of reading the words that I recited just makes you go ‘oh! so that’s what he was saying!’

This time I’m taking you back. 

We’re going to start at the most logical place; My very first mixtape, The Crazy 8’s. This Track is actually from a time period that goes even further back…I began recording myself in 2003, making my own loops, doing my own pre-mixing and editing. And what resulted was a full scale collection of songs; some over industry beats, and some over original production by my boy, The Politician (Who’s apartment I was staying in at the time, and who’s recording equipment I was using). There were only a few people who heard this collection, but among the music what garnered the best reponse were 2 tracks that I’ve always kept around. One of those being the track that’s being featured today.

If you’re like me, then you remember where you were when the Lil John production Takeover began. The song “Damn” by the relatively obscure ATL group, Youngbloodz, was a bonafied hit and I knew it from the first time I heard it. I thought if I rapped over it early before it blew up, then I could really put my spin on it and give it my own identity with a hook as catchy as the original. I grabbed the instrumental off Kazaa or whatever we were using back then, and proceeded to flip it the best I could.

At that time, Being that this was going to be my first collection of music as a soloist, I was determined to showcase as many facets of my personality as a man and Hip-Hop artist as possible. I sang, experimented with pop-rap sounds, vented, tested my flows and even dedicated 3 tracks to bashing the chic who I was dealing with. This track finds me declaring my stance on self-preservation and guns and altercations. I felt like I needed to be as clear as possible that I was no pushover and that while my status may not be that of the SUPER-hood dude, I still am a dude from the hood and as such,  I believe in certain hood laws. Also, because of all of the other styles and softer tones of the other records that I recorded, I knew that I wanted to dedicate a whole track to this topic and just go hard so there was no mistake.

When I released my very first solo project, The Crazy 8’s in the fall of 2006, I still wanted to include this track because the point was to give the audience an introduction to as many of my sides as possible in the shortest span. I still felt that this was a side of me that needed to be established so I didn’t have to do another song like this. Looking back on it now, I don’t feel the need to make another. The point was made…And while I really and truly did feel this way back at that time, I find now that I may hold some of the same sentiments, but not be so willing to put myself in any situations that might call for what I’m talkin about. Nor do I feel the need to voice it as much. In any case, it certainly wouldn’t be a whole song about why I want or need to defend myself. I just wanted to draw a clear line between me and he folks who glamorize violence.

And with that, Here’s “Talkin’ Bout” verses 1 & 2

“Cause Niggas get plucked like guitars get strummed,

so anyday I can ending your bluff with a flick of the arm,

In anyway that you be wanting – I pump it and give bodily harm

to parts you thought ain’t exist, and I swear – it’s all in the wrist

– I make sure you ain’t gettin’ far…

I don’t like no Black-on-Black Violence,

but I can’t relax with you tryin’,

to stick up a nigga while I’m gettin’ mine – that’s why that gat got a silencer…

To hush you hoes,

a nigga like me, ain’t livin’ like he, was raised my mr. Cliff Huxtable,

the gun’ll be keepin’ me comfortable.

Shout out to Mr. Clif,

One of the pros,

tell me who’s fuckin’ with Mr. 6, teen when he spittin’ that Southern Flow?

uh-unh – No!

No it ain’t a long list,

I go beyond this,

and alot of your expectations,

I’m bombing on detonation.

Tick tick tick Blowe!

Now you need the squad for the track

this is it – now pardon my raps,

When I spit, you oughta take naps – rest

Yes…

See I put my heart on the track,

to do better – you better hope that you can get God on the track cause see!

(Hook)

That’s that shit I be talking about,

And I’ll be damned if you catch me runnin’ off at the mouth.

See that’s that shit I be talkin’ about,

and I’ll be damned if you catch me runnin’ off at the mouth.

So if you see me gettin’ Live,

you should know I got a reasoning behind,

I get it goin if you squeezin’ into mine,

So you should focus – nigga read between the lines…

I’d rather do than just talk about action…

You headed in the wrong direction,

I twist your head in the wrong direction – have you walking backwards – so talk with discretion…

What I spit is all for protection, it ain’t about representing no reputation or section – No!

Listen…

I just fuck ho’s – I don’t smoke shit,

I don’t get throwed, and no, I never sold shit!

But where you find them drug dealers is where my home is,

niggas be moving more crystals than a can of Folgers!

Gotta get that money man!

Since you know I don’t drink or smoke then don’t be surprised or don’t think I won’t put gun-in-hand!

And slap you with it if my health’s at risk,

I clap a nigga out of self-defense,

none of that runnin’ man!

But it ain’t no boastin’ or braggin’

muthafucka I hope you’re not askin’

to see the chrome that I’m rappin about – cause won’t be no flashin‘.

Long as you know I ain’t flappin’,

my mouth,

you’ll understand what I’m yappin’ about

– lights out!

Cause see!”

Hope you learned something…

Click the link below to Download the mixtape & hear the track.

http://www.malik-16.com/download_crazy8s.html