Fuck Harvey Levin and anybody that loves his celebrity news website. First you prematurely pronounce the impending death of Lil Wayne (Weezy Forgives. We Don't.) and then you try to link the horrific actions of one of the Boston Marathon culprits to our culture? "DEAD BOMBING SUSPECT: HEAVY INTO HIP HOP" You don't say? It's 2013 and most kids are into rap music. We've been penetrated pop culture, you cock suckers. "What's interesting... hip-hop lyrics are notoriously violent and often degrading to women." So our music is at fault in this tragedy? Let's be clear the only bombs my culture cosigns is DJ Funkmaster Flex's sound effects. Thirty Mile Zone is prone to post anything to get traffic. Fuck dude and his coffee cup. Get you a Rap Radar cup and drink with us in the winner's circle.
You Played Yourself
Oh Miguel. Leg droppin your fans? You ain't Hulk Hogan and that wasn't part of the program. That's no way to treat the adoring ladies, brother.
Wednesday, January 11 2012 10:00 AM EST | Posted by: B.Dot | Posted in: Album Reviews, Blog
For a mixtape entitled Cold Day In Hell, Freddie Gibbs, knows how to make some smoking hot tracks. Off top, Gibbs attempts to boost the crime rate with “Rob Me A Nigga” and “187 Proof”. He unveils his art of storytelling on “My Homeboys Girlfriend” and then salutes his comrades on “My Dawgz”. How’s that for juxtaposition? Throw in features from Young Jeezy and 2 Chainz (“Twos And Fews”, “Neighborhood Hoez”) and Cold Day In Hell is nothing more than a gangsta’s paradise.