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Noname: Tiny Desk Concert

Bobby Carter | April 3, 2017 – Here’s a fun fact about Noname’s Tiny Desk Concert: It almost didn’t happen. Around the time of their D.C. stop, she (born Fatimah Warner) and her bandmates got their first dose of tour sickness. Thanks to rest, medicine and our mutual excitement, she made her way into the NPR offices the following day. If there ever was a ‘Noname’ way of doing things, this is definitely her signature method. It’s in the way she’s able to muster a smile while performing a heartbreaking tale of abortion. It’s those sometimes bleak, melancholy lyrics over brilliant, colorful production. These intriguing juxtapositions are what propelled Telefone to our top 50 albums of 2016. She prefaced her performance of “Reality Check” by saying: “I kind of talk in like, scramble-think, so hopefully you guys follow it.” “Scramble-think” refers to the clever metaphors she weaves in detailing the many ways she’s dodged destiny. On “Bye Bye Baby,” she raps: Somebody let the yellow in Bye bye blue I’m gonna fall in love again These lyrics, their colors, represent the sector she commands in hip-hop today. The yellow: The bright side. (Of course, there’s plenty of gloom and doom to rap about — especially coming from Chicago — but there’s also plenty of light.) There’s an appropriate moment of silence in the office, before the applause, following her emotional medley. She asked us if we liked it. We loved it — and you likely will too.

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So let’s talk about how the Jewish people killed the black movie industry. – @OgbeniAyotunde

So let’s talk about how the Jewish people killed the black movie industry. They called it Blaxploitation, they told us we were exploiting ourselves. Today black actors and actresses are getting raped for Oscars. Lets talk about the Hip Hop Industry…… – @OgbeniAyotunde

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Make America Crip Again. – Snoop Dogg

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‘Posed to be…
Land of the free
I don’t see how
Count me in
America (America)
Sweet land of liberty y’all

I’m doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin’ brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin’ in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better heart
Another start
Yo’ own yard
And a place to park
You wanna
Trust ’em – why?
And a better li’ (life)
A bigger crib
And a home cooked meal
Every single night
Hell, I feel what you
Goin’ through
But I coulda warned you
When it’s time to be a man
Do all you can
See other lands
And don’t be livin’ for the other man
Take time out and settle in
Be the better man
And closely watch your friends
And then
You’ll understand
A lil’ better then
But on the other hand
You so god damn stubboran
And you be
Startin’ shit
And ever since you made president
We ain’t even seen you since
You need to (You need to)
Fill our schools
Rebuild our church and homes
Stop killin’ my own kind
And leave my Earth alone
And stop tappin’ my phone
And searchin’ my brone
And keep your personal feelings home
When you bandin’ my chrome
Do it for the
Weak and the strong
And to each his own
We do it for the main goal
So when all the heat is gone

This game wasn’t told to me (Told to me)
It was sold to me (Sold to me)
And we are never free (No!)
No way
Not in America (Not America)
Not America (Not in America uh-uh)
Our country ’tis of thee (’tis of thee)
Land of Liberty (Liberty)
But that’ll never be (Never Be – NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)

You only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck —
then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck —
you a nigga
World champYou only got 2 bucks and give less than a fuck — then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck — you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P — you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D — still a nigga
To use your platinum card you need four IDs — then you’s a nigga
If your skin is brown just like me — then you a nigga
Got a promotion and a FAT ass raise — you still a nigga
You from the islands and your peoples wasn’t slaves — you a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid — you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop — cause you a nigga
That’s why I hold toast too
I sell bi-coastal
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now…Who invented niggas in the first place?
And said America is the original birthplace?
Who gettin’ 10 – 20 – Life on they first case?
My niggas 

I’m doin’ this one for the
Kids in the streets
Who ain’t missed a beat
Do it for the
Deaf and the blind
And those who don’t eat meat
Do it for all the
Children of the corn
And the unborn
Do it for the speedy trials
And all the lies you done sworn
How you gon’ keep the man
Old Mr. Crooked ass preachin’ man
When your whole congregation drivin’ a brand new Benz
And writing brand new sins
Lyin’ on a million men
And all my brothers, sisters, them daddys, and them doin’ time in the pen ~Trick Daddy & Society – “AmeriKKKa” 




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Abayomi, your average Nigerian teenager.

16yr old Abayomi is your average Nigerian teenager and the face of millions of teenagers from poor homes. Today Abayomi is working at a construction site as a day laborer for $3. At 16 he is already a skilled mason, carpenter and electrician.

Based on living in extreme poverty you might expect Abayomi and his friends to be roaming the streets high on codeine, robbing and stealing, or an easy recruit for a terrorist group, on the contrary, Abayomi and his friends Taiwo and Kehinde are working hard everyday and going to school.

The other day I asked Abayomi why he had so much positive energy. He told me it was natural to him cause his father is the same way. He said he wouldn’t take drugs cause it would alter the natural highness he was gifted with.

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Prodigy – RIP 6/20/2017

Albert Johnson (November 2, 1974 – June 20, 2017), better known by his stage name Prodigy, was an American rapper and one half of the hip hop duo Mobb Deep with Havoc. He was the great-great-grandson of the founder of Morehouse College.

Born in Hempstead, New York. Prodigy became a member of the duo Mobb Deep. He comes from a musical family—his grandfather, Budd Johnson, and his great-uncle Keg Johnson are remembered for their contributions to the Bebop era of jazz.[2] His mother, Fatima Johnson, was a member of The Crystals.[3] Propelled to awareness partially by fellow rapper Nas, who took a similar approach lyrically on his Illmaticalbum from 1994, as well as with the aid of a successful single, “Shook Ones Pt. 2,” Mobb Deep released The Infamous in 1995 and sold over 500,000 within the first two months. A year and a half later, at the end of 1996, Prodigy and Havoc released Hell on Earth; debuting at number six on SoundScan the album was composed with both evocative beats and cinematic rhymes that communicated the dark side of New York’s urban landscape. Due to a grim video for “Hell on Earth (Front Lines)” and theatrical Scarface-like photos inside the CD booklet picturing the duo with guns and a mound of cocaine, Mobb Deep had created an elaborate image for themselves that took hardcore gangsta rap to a new level for East Coast hip hop and the album sold over 500,000 units within the first two months again. Its next release, Murda Muzik, was heavily bootlegged while still in its demo stage, leaking, onto the streets and over the internet, rough versions of the nearly 30 songs the duo had recorded.

Source: Wikipedia

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“Don’t Shoot” by Dunzmen feat: Thor in honor of all the black men and women murdered by U.S Law Enforcement. Keith Lamont Scott, Terence Crutcher, Sandra Bland, Mike Brown, Ron Settles were just the tipping point.