Showing posts with label Biz Markie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biz Markie. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Monday, September 23, 2013

Every Good Thing You Who Hate Rap Missed For Hating


 I never met 2Pac, but the guy he's talking to at the beginning of the video is an acquaintance from Digital Underground, who's leader I am friends with.

   

 Dead Prez on seduction.

 

 Will Smith on the joys of Fatherhood.

 

 Biz Markie on Betrayal.

 

Eminem on loving those you don't know.

 

Kanye West on Break-Ups.

 

 Drake on Desire and Loneliness.

 

 Mister Cee breaks down, On-Air, confessing his d/l activities to his fans.
 

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Some White Guys Are Getting Legit Through Beatboxing

 

TED's easy - I'd love to see this guy against Biz Markie, or Rahzel, in front of a Rap crowd who can catch the references and knows what they're listening to. But still,....
 

Thursday, January 22, 2009

We Don't Have To Hit Rappers, Like Biz Markie (Just Because This Rapping Biz Has A Marquee)





As much as TMR hates to disagree with our fellow conservatives, Bill O'Reilly and Michelle Malkin (even as they choose to ignore us) thier attack on rappers is a bit off-base - because it's Hip-Hop culture that's rotting - not rap music. True, rap is the music of Hip-Hop culture, but to limit this criticism to rappers, when this idiotic racial talk is flying far afield of rap, is a bit too easy. Rap is a wonderful, and inventive art form - featuring rappers of all kinds - many of whom are fine, upstanding, and extremely lovable human beings:



Conservatives: Stop the attacks on rap and focus on the wrong-headedness of "multiculturalism," which is a product of the Left's NewAge cultism. That's all TMR thinks needs to be said.

Except we hope someone notices.



Sunday, December 7, 2008

A Real Soccer Match

"When I found a telephone at home I saw it wasn’t one of my contract phones that she normally uses.

Then I saw it was bleeping and I picked it up and went through the messages.

There were a total of 300 messages from each of them over a two-week period. I saw 49 messages coming in from him with his number saved as Ronaldo.

The text messages looked like they had been written by a seven-year-old it was dreadful English and they mentioned Portugal.

They were very coyly written. They were things like: 'Do you miss me baby? I miss you.'

When I asked her what was going on, she said: 'Oh, it’s something and nothing.'

I flew her to Kiev to get her out of the country because I suspected something was going on but, unbeknown to me, she flew back to the UK 10 days later.

I had hoped we were just going through a rough patch, but when I finally saw a photograph of them together it confirmed my worst fears. I felt physically sick.

Maybe I’ve realised who my wife is, maybe she’s more attracted to a slimy toe-rag – I don’t know.

She won’t be coming back to me – I can’t get over this."


-- John Haynes, a millionaire businessman, on the pain of discovering his wife, Olena (above) is a childish, lying, sleazy, shallow, cum-hungry scumbag, having an affair with Ronaldo, the "slimy toe-rag" soccer star, in The Daily Mail.