The PickPocket Chronicles

IF YOU TAKE NYQUIL AND NO DOZ AT THE SAME TIME, DO THEY CANCEL EACH OTHER OUT?

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:17:00 +0000

THE BLOK RECORDS LLC AND

MZERY LOVES COMPANY - THE ANTI ALL-GIRL BAND PRESENTS ...

NYQUIL & NO DOZ: THE MIXTAPE

FEATURING TRACKS FROM THE HOTTEST INDIE ARTISTS WE KNOW ...

Maintain by O.Liver Twist

Soul Recognize Soul by Mzery Loves Company

Poetry In Motion by Greenspan

The Dead Don't Seem To Care by Voodoo Pharmacology

Hardcore by Tislam The Great

MySpace by Odd Girl Out

Strapped by Dirt Platoon

Cloud City by WrittenHouse

Poor Man's Blues by Artherius Johnson

Where I'm From by Brown F.I.S.H.

Thief by O.Liver Twist

Satan Vs. The Lord [Love Me Hate Me] aka Liz Doesn't Like This Title But She Got Outvoted So That Settles That

------------> Download the ENTIRE NYQUIL & NO DOZ: THE MIXTAPE FREE. Click here!

O.LIVER TWIST ... 'RECOGNIZE' ft. Mzery Loves Company

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 04:08:00 +0000

THE HEIST

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 03:57:00 +0000

MUTHAFU*#KN LIVE JULY

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 04:02:00 +0000

CAN SMOKE

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 07:37:00 +0000

LET'S CALL THIS POST...NEW POST.

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 06:40:00 +0000

Sasha Loves Drums. But You Already Know That, Right?

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 00:42:00 +0000

IF SOMEONE POSTS A COMMENT ON MYSPACE, BUT THERE'S NO ONE THERE TO RECEIVE IT, DOES IT MAKE A SOUND?

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 06:13:00 +0000

I'D REALLY LOVE SOME ORANGE COUNTY'S...

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 05:32:00 +0000

HEAT OF THE RHYME...THE REMIX

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 04:05:00 +0000

PickPocket In Studio

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:04:00 +0000

PickPocket Performs with Flowers & Kain

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 07:27:00 +0000

BFlo of Flowers and Kain | O.Liver Twist

NASCAR NEGROS

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 08:21:00 +0000

NASCAR is certainly an acquired taste. And we’ve certainly acquired it over here.

The Chevy Rock & Roll 400 [September 6th] is considered the last race of the regular season. The next ten races after that are colloquially known as the CHASE.

This Race for the Chase is one of the best parts of NASCAR. But since nobody EVER seems to know what the heck we’re talking about when we start talking racing, we thought it best to provide a little explanation.

You know, like a public service.

You are so welcome.

[Q] WHAT ARE THEY CHASING EXACTLY?

[A] A damn trophy. Financial benefits aside [and there are MANY in NASCAR], isn’t ‘the trophy’ the thing all athletes are after?

In case you’re wondering, the trophy has a name. It’s called the SPRINT CUP.

[Q] IS THERE A CELL PHONE IN THE CUP?

[A] Uh…we doubt it. The history of the aforementioned cup goes a little something like this:

Back in the early days of NASCAR – when most of the tracks were dirt and drivers drove there in the same car they were soon to race in – the ‘Cup Series’ was known as the STRICKLY STOCK SERIES.

As more tracks were paved, and more races run, the series was renamed the GRAND NATIONAL SERIES.

From 1971 to 2003 – when cigarettes ruled the world – RJ Reynolds had the entire series on lock. Thus we had the era of the WINSTON CUP SERIES. Until…

2003 when Nextel took over sponsorship, and [obviously] renamed the whole thing the NEXTEL CUP SERIES [duh]. But Nextel’s notoriety was short-lived because…

... in 2007 Nextel merged with Sprint and apparently lost the ‘name-change’ coin toss thereby reincarnating the series into the SPRINT CUP SERIES we all know and love today.

[Q] IS SERIES LIKE CEREAL?

[A] Not really. Though we do love our cereal as much as the next dude.

[Q] So about the SERIES…?

[A] NASCAR affiliates itself with three clusters of races. These clusters are called SERIES.

SERIES #1 : THE NATIONWIDE SERIES

Evidenced by their somewhat low-brow names –such as the Kroger 200 and the Heluva Good 200- these 30+ races are considered [by some, not us] as the baby brother to the more fly and flashy SPRINT CUP SERIES.

Haters abound - even in NASCAR country- so the so-called ‘BUSCHWACKER’ controversy promotes the theory that the Nationwide Series is/should be strictly for the less well-known, newer, younger, or less experienced drivers. These naysayer’s claim that allowing the big name Sprint Cup drivers into the Nationwide Series takes focus and opportunity away from the regular Nationwide contenders. But big names bring exposure, experience, notoriety, and TELEVISION CAMERAS to the Nationwide races, se we suppose it’s a draw.

SERIES #2 : THE CRAFTSMAN TRUCK SERIES

These races use modified production pickup trucks instead of the traditional stock cars. Craftsman, who’s been sponsoring the series since its inception, recently announced that they would no longer be footing the bill after the 2008 season…I guess now is the point where we should start holding our breath.

SERIES #3 : THE SPRINT CUP SERIES

In this BIG DADDY of all NASCAR hubbub, NASCAR runs 40+ races for the entire cup series. The race prior to the last ten races [this year its the Chevy Rock & Roll 400 as I've managed to 'product place' into this article several times already] is designated as the cut off, after which, the drivers with the top twelve scores [called points] are considered contenders in the CHASE.

The last ten races are the actual CHASE. Whichever driver has the most points at the conclusion of the tenth race is officially declared the SPRINT CUP Champion. Hooray rite?!!

[Q] WHAT’S THE POINT WITH THE CHASE POINTS?

[A] Drivers accumulate points for various reasons during the regular season, the most notable reason being [of course] a win. NASCAR and its detractors have a long and often tumultuous relationship regarding their points systems. [In case you care, since 1949, the points system has been modified or outright changed no less than 12 times]. But the basic premise goes like this:

1. Once the 12 ‘CHASE DRIVERS’ are determined, everybody’s points are reset to 5000.

2. Added to the 5000 points, each driver gets 10 bonus points for each race won they [already] won in the regular season.

3. During the 10 race CHASE normal scoring rules apply – and the points for each of these races are added to the 5000 plus points of each driver.

4. Whichever driver has the most points at the end of the ten races…WINS!

[Q] SO WHO’S GOING TO THE DANCE?

[A] We won’t know officially until the last regular season race [Chevy Rock & Roll 400] is run on Saturday, September 6, 2008. But here’s what the numbers say so far:

Either way we should be covered here @ TBR.

Driver 1 is O.Liver’s boy – Kyle Busch.

And Driver 12- Clint Bowyer -is Sasha’s Fav.

See you at the Pole homies. And we don't mean the one with the strippers.

-Other NASCAR Blogs We Like-

JEREMY MAYFIELD

NASCAR FOR DUMMIES

Posted by Suri MacKool. Email our newest staffer at Suri@OfficialBloKRecords.com.

GIRLS WITH GLASSES ROCK!

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:51:00 +0000

O.liver? Is Sara Palin Tina Fey's long lost mother? :)

THANKS NFL REPLAY

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 16 Aug 2008 20:20:00 +0000

In Honor [We Think] of THIS...

[AP PHOTO]

and the NFL NETWORK'S REPLAYS of the PLAYOFFS & the SUPER BOWL, we too would like to participate by REPLAYING our own NFL-related post from SUPER BOWL SUNDAY '08. Read on...

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6ish: Paula and Randy. Well alrite now! Someone go get O.Liver off the turntables so he can come in the office.

According to Sasha (the only one that cared, I think) This “Declaration of Independence montage shit is sum bullshit. The DOC is a seriously deep document.” But anyway…

6:44p: someone suggests O.Liver “box-out” the Dutchys. O.Liver starts hollering to no one in particular that NE has a “watered-down” defense.

7:00p: All’s Quiet, Eh? (Eh. Eh.)

7:13p: O.Liver claims he is 'spent'. MG warned that a true fan would or should not be spent a mere 45 minutes into a game.

7:17p: O.Liver warns ELI to brush his shoulders off.

7:20p: Q comes in talking bout NE sucks but NY gotta find a way to convert to TDs. Such unsolicited profundity.

7:25p: O.LIVER JUMPS UP (OUT OF THE CHAIR MIND YOU) and yells –I told ya’l nuckas! You aint heard shit bout no fuckin moss! That nigga cant get it to fucking moss.
(he then proceeds to sit back down like it never even happened).

7:32p: Some unimportant NE fan says he hopes they don’t spend the entire game just pushing each other back. He wants some scoring to take place –as do i.

O.Liver yells from the lab that they don’t know bout Jacobs. Nobody asks for clarification on whom they are.

8:30ish: The entire second half and half time was a bust. The consensus is that this game is booorrriiinnnggg!!! Everyone took a shot to counteract the stagnancy of 7-3 for almost the whole game.

8:33p: Some girl that I don’t know tripped and nearly cracked her face. It was real funny. from a, “you had to be there”, kinda perspective.

8:39p: Store Run [Liquor Store, Corner Store, Bodega - U know how it is...]

8:49p: Not a word from the O.Twist front. [Why So Blue Panda Bear?]

9:07p: O.Liver is out of seat.

9:07 ½p: O.Liver returns to his seat muttering about Boss and his (apparently pisspoor?) second-stringing for Shockey.

9:10p: O.Liver promises Sash that he wont, in fact, punch a hole in the HD.

9:11p: O.Liver –and everybody in blue- are losing their respective minds.

9:32P: These commentators are looking for any reason or excuse to suck NE’s dick. The Dude from the T-Shirt shop is going on and on about the media “hating on the Giants all week”.

This, of course, sends O.Liver into a tirade because he too had been ranting all fucking week, (ok, we get it, big media is fascist…) about how no one wanted to give NY credit for even getting to the fuckin Super Bowl.

9:36p: 10-7 and O.Liver is about to blow a blood vessel.

9:41p: Madie says how proud she is of NY for playing so well in this game. Somebody (O.Liver) heckles her ‘goody-two-shoeness’ from the other room.

9:44p: Speaking of blood, ALL the guys in the office -Specifically the NY fans- are all losing their bloody composure.

9:45p: This is one quiet fuckin group of people in here rite now boy!! (10-14).

9:51: Neither O.liver, Joe Buck, or Troy Aikman can ‘FUCKIN’ BELIEVE’ this play where ELI somehow manages to:

(1) avoid a sack,

(2) keep hold of the ball (even though ELI’s almost totally lost his balance and the ball is kinda sitting on the top of his helmet for a second), and,

(3) launch that shit straight to Tyree! GO GIANTS!

9:56:
O.LIVER.
OFFICIALLY.
CAN.
NOT.
FUCKIN.
TAKE.
THIS.
SHIT.

9:58: O.Liver has officially crossed the sanity line. He’s now in the street yelling “CHEATERS NEVER PROSPER.” OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

9:59: OMG! PlAXICO JUST FUCKN CAUGHT THE BALL FOR THE TD. (17-14). Longest 29 seconds of Eli -and O.Liver’s- respective lives.

10p: I kid you not, ya boy is up on the table (the table, people) chanting “19 seconds! 19 seconds! 19 seconds!”

10:01: Each of O.Liver's phone's are on FIRE! Somebody tells somebody to get the champagne. I don’t know who cuz I’m totally focused on preparing to laugh my ass off if O.Liver missteps and falls off the table. (Unfortunately, he doesn’t.)

10:04: Sasha is tryin (unsuccessfully) to ask O.liver how much and from who she should start collecting Super Bowl winnings. He, however, is in shock. So she’s getting cold dissed rite now.

10:05: O.Liver is tryna hi-five the TV (which is not hi-fiving back, of course). Now he and like 5 other dudes are back on the parkway yelling “19 and no! 19 and no! Pay-Trah these nucka! Pay-Trah what? Pay-Trah these!”

10:06: Sasha tells them to come back in before somebody calls the folks.

-fin-

Submitted by: Bianca who can be reached at StreetTeam@OfficialBlokRecords.com

Sounds Like...

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:01:00 +0000

Dope Boy Fresh

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 03:52:00 +0000

Random PickPocket Post

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 05:28:00 +0000

DANNYS SONG

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:52:00 +0000

--------------------------------------
[downbeat:[quarter] 1 2 3 4 | snare: on that &s]

People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one
And we've just begun, I think I'm gonna have a son
He will be like him and me, as free as a dove
Conceived in love, the sun is gonna shine above

/ D C Bm - / E7 - A - / :

REFRAIN
And even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with ya honey
Everything bring a chain of lo-o-o-o-ve
And in the mornin' when I rise
Bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything's gonna be all right

Love a guy who holds the world in a paper cup
Drink it up, love him and he'll bring you luck
And if ya find he helps your mind, better take him ho-ome
Yeah 'n' dontcha live alone, try to earn what lovers own

And even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with ya honey
Everything bring a chain of lo-o-o-o-ve
And in the mornin' when I rise
Bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything's gonna be all right

/ G A / D Bm / G A D Bm / G A / D C / Bm E7 A - /

[break | bridge]

REFRAIN
And even though we ain't got money
I'm so in love with ya honey
Everything bring a chain of lo-o-o-o-ve
And in the mornin' when I rise
Bring a tear of joy to my eyes
And tell me everything's gonna be all right

FUCK THE FUCKING PATRIOTS...

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 05:13:00 +0000

6ish: Paula and Randy. Well alrite now! Someone go get O.Liver off the turntables so he can come in the office.

According to Sasha (the only one that cared, I think) This “Declaration of Independence montage shit is sum bullshit. The DOC is a seriously deep document.” But anyway…

6:44p: someone suggests O.Liver “box-out” the Dutchys. O.Liver starts hollering to no one in particular that NE has a “watered-down” defense.

7:00p: All’s Quiet, Eh? (Eh. Eh.)

7:13p: O.Liver claims he is 'spent'. MG warned that a true fan would or should not be spent a mere 45 minutes into a game.

7:17p: O.Liver warns ELI to brush his shoulders off.

7:20p: Q comes in talking bout NE sucks but NY gotta find a way to convert to TDs. Such unsolicited profundity.

7:25p: O.LIVER JUMPS UP (OUT OF THE CHAIR MIND YOU) and yells –I told ya’l nuckas! You aint heard shit bout no fuckin moss! That nigga cant get it to fucking moss.
(he then proceeds to sit back down like it never even happened).

7:32p: Some unimportant NE fan says he hopes they don’t spend the entire game just pushing each other back. He wants some scoring to take place –as do i.

O.Liver yells from the lab that they don’t know bout Jacobs. Nobody asks for clarification on whom they are.

8:30ish: The entire second half and half time was a bust. The consensus is that this game is booorrriiinnnggg!!! Everyone took a shot to counteract the stagnancy of 7-3 for almost the whole game.

8:33p: Some girl that I don’t know tripped and nearly cracked her face. It was real funny. from a, “you had to be there”, kinda perspective.

8:39p: Store Run [Liquor Store, Corner Store, Bodega - U know how it is...]

8:49p: Not a word from the O.Twist front. [Why So Blue Panda Bear?]

9:07p: O.Liver is out of seat.

9:07 ½p: O.Liver returns to his seat muttering about Boss and his (apparently pisspoor?) second-stringing for Shockey.

9:10p: O.Liver promises Sash that he wont, in fact, punch a hole in the HD.

9:11p: O.Liver –and everybody in blue- are losing their respective minds.

9:32P: These commentators are looking for any reason or excuse to suck NE’s dick. The Dude from the T-Shirt shop is going on and on about the media “hating on the Giants all week”.

This, of course, sends O.Liver into a tirade because he too had been ranting all fucking week, (ok, we get it, big media is fascist…) about how no one wanted to give NY credit for even getting to the fuckin Super Bowl.

9:36p: 10-7 and O.Liver is about to blow a blood vessel.

9:41p: Madie says how proud she is of NY for playing so well in this game. Somebody (O.Liver) heckles her ‘goody-two-shoeness’ from the other room.

9:44p: Speaking of blood, ALL the guys in the office -Specifically the NY fans- are all losing their bloody composure.

9:45p: This is one quiet fuckin group of people in here rite now boy!! (10-14).

9:51: Neither O.liver, Joe Buck, or Troy Aikman can ‘FUCKIN’ BELIEVE’ this play where ELI somehow manages to:

(1) avoid a sack,

(2) keep hold of the ball (even though ELI’s almost totally lost his balance and the ball is kinda sitting on the top of his helmet for a second), and,

(3) launch that shit straight to Tyree! GO GIANTS!

9:56:
O.LIVER.
OFFICIALLY.
CAN.
NOT.
FUCKIN.
TAKE.
THIS.
SHIT.

9:58: O.Liver has officially crossed the sanity line. He’s now in the street yelling “CHEATERS NEVER PROSPER.” OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

9:59: OMG! PlAXICO JUST FUCKN CAUGHT THE BALL FOR THE TD. (17-14). Longest 29 seconds of Eli -and O.Liver’s- respective lives.

10p: I kid you not, ya boy is up on the table (the table, people) chanting “19 seconds! 19 seconds! 19 seconds!”

10:01: Each of O.Liver's phone's are on FIRE! Somebody tells somebody to get the champagne. I don’t know who cuz I’m totally focused on preparing to laugh my ass off if O.Liver missteps and falls off the table. (Unfortunately, he doesn’t.)

10:04: Sasha is tryin (unsuccessfully) to ask O.liver how much and from who she should start collecting Super Bowl winnings. He, however, is in shock. So she’s getting cold dissed rite now.

10:05: O.Liver is tryna hi-five the TV (which is not hi-fiving back, of course). Now he and like 5 other dudes are back on the parkway yelling “19 and no! 19 and no! Pay-Trah these nucka! Pay-Trah what? Pay-Trah these!”

10:06: Sasha tells them to come back in before somebody calls the folks.

-fin-

Submitted by: Bianca who can be reached at StreetTeam@OfficialBlokRecords.com

ACT ONE

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Mon, 21 Jan 2008 15:15:00 +0000

SILLY NUCKAS MAKE SASHA SMILE

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 02:53:00 +0000

Oh Black People.

-DUDE...You're NOT serious right? This cannot be a legitimate inquiry!-
-Aha...ha...(this is me smirking)-

-Some Black People are so clever with the quips. Its so ethnically amusing.-
-Oh...but he IS serious.-

-WHY did it take so long for someone to tell ya boy that he sounds like a 'tard?-
-Tell us something we DON'T know 'Registered User'-

(SMH = 'shaking my head')

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 09:05:00 +0000

WHY DO SO MANY DJS LOOK LIKE SWIZZY?

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 03:45:00 +0000

I admit it O.Liver, -your multi-taskin-DJ/Emcee/CEO/WutDontUDo-self- looks NOTHING like Swizz Beats (not even a lil' bit) - but have you ever noticed that we've run thru at least 3 DJs who could pass for the
Official(BloKRecords) Swizz Beats Doublemint Twin?

But I digress.

I just had to repost this Tom Breihan article about Swizz Beats. EVERYTIME I read it it makes me laugh. I've identified my favorite parts because I KNOW yo ass is NOT gonna read a whole article on the iPhone. (Sasha)

"Why does he want us to call him the Sandman?
Doesn't the Sandman put people to sleep?"

« Status Ain't Hood «
Swizz Beatz Kills Rap
March 21, 2007 | by Tom Breihan | email: tbreihan@villagevoice.com

Questions regarding the Swizz Beatz single "It's Me, Snitches":

how does frequent Swizz client and sample-source Jay-Z feel about Swizz constantly repeating that he's sitting in his car and listening to a song that brutally eviscerates Jay? I mean, I know Jay and Nas are best friends now and everything, but I still get the idea that Jay would like to pretend that "Ether" never existed.

He probably doesn't like being reminded every time he hears "It's Me, Snitches."

Also: why does Swizz keep trying to make "Ether" rhyme with "Beamer"? It doesn't. It doesn't even come close.

And did Swizz exhaust himself so completely coming up with his two quick little nonsense verses that he just couldn't manage to write any more? Is that why he just repeats those two verses twice? Or is it an aesthetic decision? Is it the old Ramones "third verse, same as the first" thing? If it is an aesthetic decision, why does it work so well? I haven't heard "It's Me, Snitches" in a club yet; when I do, is my face going to explode? Why does he want us to call him the Sandman? Doesn't the Sandman put people to sleep? This song definitely does not put me to sleep. And perhaps the most important question about the new Swizz Beatz single "It's Me, Snitches": What the fuck?

Maybe everyone doesn't quite agree with this, but I'd say that most of us have long accepted that a great rap single doesn't necessarily have to include great rapping, not if the beat and hooks and moment all converge in the right ways. But I can't remember another time when a great rap single actively resisted great rapping, or even average rapping, the way "It's Me, Snitches" does.

The track's real title is "It's Me, Bitches," but this is one of those songs where the radio edit trumps the original, in this case because it adds an even more absurdist bend to an already absurd song, and that's why I'm going to keep calling it "Snitches" instead of "Bitches."

Why would Swizz be talking to snitches and identifying himself? There's no reason. There's no reason for any of it.

Swizz doesn't quite rap on the song; instead, he plays hypeman for his own ridiculously frantic track. When two of his lines rhyme, it almost seems like an accident, and he's definitely not talking about a damn thing. And the track doesn't really leave any room for him to say anything even if he wanted to say something. The churning strings and enormous drums and weird fast-forward noises and siren-howls are so insane and overwhelming that anyone who tried to do any actual rapping would just get trapped in the mix. If the song is about anything, it's about its own massive physical force and the adrenaline-surge it triggers. The track's best moment comes at the end, when Swizz stops talking altogether and lets his own quick little amped-up scratch-solo take over, adding one more neck-snapping ingredient to the mix. If "It's Me, Snitches" has any real precedent, it's probably a rap-by-association party track like DJ Kool's "Let Me Clear My Throat," which of course was just a quick little succession of samples, all selected and sequenced for maximum impact, with DJ Kool yelling over the whole mess. "It's Me, Snitches" is, if anything, even more euphorically nuts.

In its insanity, "It's Me, Snitches" is also a profoundly rational move in a climate where the tracks with the most brain-meltingly simple lyrics are the ones that stand out the most; think "Chicken Noodle Soup" or "This Is Why I'm Hot." By repeating their simplistic hooks over and over and over, those songs manage to worm their way into our collective head and stay there for at least a couple of weeks. "It's Me, Snitches" does the same thing. I laughed the first time I heard the song; it just seemed like a dumb little throwaway club-track,

and it took me a few weeks to figure out how completely it's managed to infiltrate my brain. I'll be listening to Panda Bear or something and realize that I don't hear the music at all, that my brain just keeps repeating "Chillin' in my Beamer / Listening to 'Ether'" at me so loudly that it pushes all other music out.

At this exact moment, I think a DJ could probably just play "It's Me, Snitches" over and over again for hours and nobody at the party would complain, at least not if they were drunk enough.

With a track like "This is Why I'm Hot," there's

always a vague impression that a real rapper could always come in and steal the song away from Mims with minimal effort; that's why every mixtape rapper in America spent the entire first half of 2005 rapping over nothing but the instrumentals from The Documentary.

It's also the reason why the all-star remix sequels to middling club-tracks like "We Fly High" and "Make It Rain" can be so exciting.

The idea is that a great instrumental can always be improved with better rapping.

That idea doesn't work with "It's Me, Snitches." A remix of the song leaked out to the internet a couple of days ago, and it's even more of a dizzy mess than the original, except this time not in a good way. The remix features Lil Wayne and R. Kelly and Jadakiss,

but the only one who really comes out of it with the top of his head intact is Kelly, the one guy who isn't actually a rapper, and he mostly just survives by doing his wordless epic fantasy-movie wail on the calm-before-the-storm quiet bit.

Wayne has been on a dazzling tear for a year and a half now, but the song just utterly rips him out of his comfort zone even as he tries to disappear further into it.

Wayne starts it out using his new fake-Jamaican voice,

and he falls off the beat repeatedly. Later, he tries out rapping in French and gets a couple of nice little lines in, but Swizz still steals his own verse away from him just by ad-libbing hypeman bullshit over everything. Jadakiss doesn't even try to keep up with the song, only showing his face when it inexplicably turns into "C.R.E.A.M.," a much slower song and one that doesn't comfortably mix with "It's Me" at all. Every version I've heard of the remix fades in just a couple of lines into Jada's verse, so I don't know if it keeps going or not. "It's Me" is a big song, and rappers are probably going to keep try rapping over it, but I'll be amazed if any of them succeeds in making an impression. "It's Me" makes the rapping part of rap pretty much irrelevant, and I think that might even be a good thing.

(http://www.villagevoice.com/blogs/statusainthood/archives/2007/03/swizz_beatz_kil.php)

PERSPECTIVE

noreply@blogger.com (OfficialBloKRecords.com) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 09:37:00 +0000

People always (always, always, please stop with the clichés, always!) say that ‘Life is Too Short’.

Yet, ‘beating-dead-horses’ 'straw', and ‘brokeback-camels’ aside, folks who subscribe to this ‘train of thought’ really do see both the ‘forest and the trees’ because they understand -- probably, right in the ‘nick of time’ – that any day could be that ‘here’-day that your ‘buck stops’ at. (Okay, that was fun, but I’m done. Honest.)

The paradoxical irony of life is that (for those of us who actually choose to actively participate in it), the precise moment that life starts to makes some sense; starts to gain some order; starts getting put into some sort of perspective –is also the precise moment that you wholly and fundamentally grasp the inescapable truthfulness of it all:

Time is running out.
Your bell really can (and will) be rung –without warning- at any time.

Life truly is too short.

At least for the dumb shit.

Yesterday, Norma Almeraya-Soria was standing on the side of the road, minding her own business I’d suspect.

Living her life. Finding her way. Doing her thing.

A random truck passes by and just as randomly, the truck’s rear wheels pick that very moment in time to disengage from the vehicle’s attached trailer.

Yesterday, 35-year old, Norma Almeraya-Soria died. By some ”You’ve got to be kidding me!”, out-of-control truck trailer, no less – and for no other reason except that this way just ‘the’ day. Her day.

Grand Opening. Grand Closing.

Just like that.

Elvis has left the building.

So in the spirit of November 22nd (and as a show of respect for Ms. Soria, who I don't even know), lets get real ladies and gentlemen. Nobody is bursting with excitement, vigor, and optimism every single day or every single waking moment on the earth . Shit happens. People get caught up. But that should never mean that we are ungrateful, ungracious, unthankful, or unwilling to evolve.

Being gracious to the universe for permitting us the honor of simply existing (when so many others – including babies and innocent children- no longer do) should – for each of us- be the status quo. Thanksgiving (that is, giving thanks) must be more than mere words or feel-good theory. Thanksgiving is an ongoing, proactive – not reactive- practice. In order to put your humility into regular rotation, you must…

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YOU: meaning not me, not her, not them, not your absentee father, not your abusive mother, not the mean girls who picked on you in high school

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MUST: meaning this is a requirement, not an option

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….define some order in your own life. You must put your life in perspective. You must stop throwing rocks, especially since we all (as O.Liver says) live in glasshouses. And (most importantly) you must DECIDE who you are, what you want, and how you’re going to get it – and then GET THE HELL ON WITH IT!

Are you gon’ be a GROWN-UP or a CHILD? -PICK!
Are you gon’ GET YOURS or GET STUCK? -PICK!
Are you gon’ do RIGHT or do WRONG? -PICK!
Are you gon’ do what THEY WANT or do what YOU WANT? -PICK!

People literally waste their entire lives standing passively (or passive-aggressively) by waiting for Life, or the Universe, or Santa Clause, or , hell I don’t know, Vinny Testaverde to simply hand them a set of instructions on how to adapt to life (for more information on How To Raise Your Kids Properly – see: page 541). And it’s those same people, who – when they take another look around- realize in breathtaking amazement that now they’re too old, or too unwilling to change, or too dead from getting hit in the head by a flying flatbed trailer to make any difference to anyone or anything.

Figure out who the hell you are and go be that. Figure out what you want to believe in and go believe that. Find something (anything) that you want to do and (for the love of all that’s holy) go DO IT.

Stop frontin’. Stop playin’. Stop bullshittin’. Stop hatin’.

And keep your ingratitude and negativity to yourself. Stop wasting everybody’s time (including your own) with your whole self-loathing, woe-is-me, reality bites agenda. Reality indeed bites, yet bearing that in mind, some of us (still) actually take this stuff seriously.

SOME OF US GOT SHIT TO DO.

If you’re confused – say you’re confused.
If you’re wrong – say you’re wrong.
If you’re scared – say you’re scared.
If you simply don’t give a fuck – say that too.

I plan to have given ‘dem all ‘a ride’ when(ever) my bell gets rung. You, of course, can do whatever the hell you want. It is YOUR life after all. Just don’t be looking for me to be in the sequel. Cuz I won’t be there.

And since the Universe doesn’t do re-hires… you won’t be there either.

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Its deep. (Best believe.) And for some of us, it’s overwhelmingly deep. But it ain’t that deep. (Please believe.) Especially if you TEACH YOURSELF how to swim.

one/Sasha