Now that we’ve gotten this Ross vs Roth release thing out the way, it’s time to gear up for what could quite possibly be the Greatest Day in Rap History. What you ain’t notice? How everything in the future revolves around the date May 19? If all goes according to plan you’ll have the much heralded return of Eminem. Plus, a post Aftermath Busta Rhymes product. Fat Joe trudges on. DJ Drama shouts out for recognition. And Meth and Red get their rap vet reunion on. We can’t get an official tracklist from anyone, but it looks like most or all of these will actually come out.

You talk about Super Tuesday. 2009 got your fuckin’ Super Tuesday. Plus, T.I. may turn himself in that day. Now that would be something. Are you startin’ to get excited yet? I know I am. Plus, for you pro-Black historians it’s also Malcolm X’s born day. I am YN and RR approves this message: Save your pennies!

Sidebar: No this piece of shit don’t count.

Props: Its The Official

The truest sports commentator with tattoo tears, shares more of his insight on the Wide World of Sports. Sorry Roc Boy, Weezy is ridin’ with KB24.

Just so no one gets it twisted: the Lakers are winning the NBA Finals. Now that KG is out, the C’s aren’t gonna go anywhere, which is a shame. You always like to have the defending champs in there to fight like hell to hold on to their crown. Doc Rivers doesn’t want to believe it. And as competitive as KG is, I can’t imagine even being around him right now — how frustrated he must be because all he wants to do is get out on that court. He’s probably breaking stuff in his house, he’s so mad.

But LeBron will be OK. He’s gonna win the MVP this year. That will be his consolation prize. Phil Jackson and the Lakers will walk away with more rings, but LeBron will get his trophy.

The problem is the lil’ fucker is prollly right.

This week, the young Bronx Bomber (No Jeter) breaks the sound barrier over Fokis’ Focus’ murky instrumental.

{mp3}gunz focus freestyle-1{/mp3} 

Last Week: Tuesdays With Cory: “Conglomerate”

 Here is Jigga’s cover story with Cigar Aficionado magazine.

“I love food and wine and sunsets. You give me a great sunset, a perfect meal, a great bottle of wine— and a cigar to finish it off— and I don’t have a care in the world.”

So much for nice cooked food and clean drawers, eh? Squint your eyes and read more after the jump. If that doesn’t work, pick up the issue at your local newsstand. Support print, cheap ass.

All this talk of Ross vs Roth sales showdown on par with Kanye and 50 is fun and all, but it apparently isn’t grounded in reality. Word on the curb is Universal fucked up and only shipped around 100K of Asleep in Bread Aisle despite the incredible press presence. Meanwhile, Ross’ Deeper Than Rap has well over a half million copies in the few retail stores that do exist. So barring an iTunes sales miracle, it’s doubtful Ricky won’t have another #1 album on the shelf.

Let’s go Internets! 

My dude Joe La Puma reached out to my amigo Don Cartagena. And Crack, as usual, is promisin’ mo’ and mo’ hits.

This one song called “Congratulations.” It’s going to be a summer banger. It’s just about how everybody who wants to be famous has to be careful what you wish for. Look at Chris Brown and Rihanna. They’re trying to get their life together. They got paparazzi and everybody all on them now, so it’s like you got to be careful with what you wish for. I mean, unfortunately there’s domestic violence going around in this country, and around the world every single day. Some couples get a chance to work it out. Get back together. Now they in the cameras. Everybody wants to be famous. You have to be ready to deal with consequences.

Peep the whole intv here.

Sidebar: Pause on that last question, Crack.

Neighborhood Nip Hussle speaks guap-anese on this new track from the upcoming Bullets Ain’t Got No Name Vol.3. 

“A clique of broke niggas, man your crew’s usless/ My niggas having dollars like we born Jewish.”

{mp3}my language feat. june summers{/mp3} 

Props: Legend

Calvin’s wax figure was unveiled yesterday in Las Vegas at the Madame Tussaud Wax Museum. This shit is kinda spooky. Who’s real. Who’s fake? 

Props: Broken Cool via Woooha

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My former co-workers predict the album sale figures for Asher Roth and Ricky Ross.

Big Smiley: Astro? Who the hell is Astro? Who’s That?

*dies a thousand deaths*