2. Women really do have it fucked up when it comes to the way rap songs, movies, and media in general portrays how a fine woman is supposed to look. 


  4. yo90stracks:

    Boyz II Men | On Bended Knee (Acapella)


    (Source: sentetikelyaf)



  8. "

    Lord please have sympathy,
    And forgive Michael Young History (My cool young history) as,
    The Coolest nigga

    I love the Lord,
    But sometimes it’s like that I love me more.
    I love the peace, and I love the war.
    I love the seas and I love the shore.
    But no love for no beach (Bitch); baby that’s law.
    But she doesn’t see; therefore I spoil.
    I trick, I fall, run up in raw.
    I love her, with all my heart;
    Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged,
    With every flower that I ever took apart.
    She said, that she would give me greatness,
    Above the others, My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers, paper;
    The likes of which that I’ve never seen.
    Her eyes glow green,
    With the logo ($) of our dreams;
    The purpose of our scene;
    The obscene obsession for the bling.
    She would be my queen.
    I could be her king.
    She would make me “cool”, and we will both rule, forever…
    And I will never feel pain,
    And never be without pleasure, ever, a-gain.
    And if the rain stops, and everything’s dry,
    She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes.
    She’d teach me how to fly.
    Even cushion my fall, if my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky.
    But she would keep me high.
    And if I ever die,
    She would commission monuments on her bosom, to him.
    Or maybe she’d retire as well.
    A match made in heaven; set the fires in hell.
    And I’ll be,

    The Coolest nigga

    Lord please have sympathy,
    And forgive Michael Young History (My cool young history) as,
    The Coolest nigga

    And so began our reign (rain).
    The trinity: her and I, caine (cocaine) (Hurricane [hurr + I + Caine = Hurricane]).
    No weatherman could ever stand where her and I came;
    Hell’a hard. Umbrella? Whatever. Put plywood over pella panes.
    And pray to God that the flood subside,
    Cause you gon’ need a sub’ ‘till he does reply,
    And not one of your Jared’s (the Subway commercial guy).
    You think it’s all arid,
    And every’ting’s ire?
    Another supply!
    That means another July,
    Inside my endless summer.
    That was just the eye of the Unger, Felix (Felix Unger);
    Cause he is, the cleanest, amongst the,
    Younger, outstanding achieving up-and-comers.
    The ones that had deadbeat daddies, and well-to-do mothers;
    But not well enough to keep ‘em from us.
    The ones that were fighting in class, and might not pass.
    Rap records pressured to laugh, at a life not fast (laugh at people who aren’t living the fast life).
    “Can you feel it?” is what I got asked.
    “Do I love her?” I said I don’t know,
    The streets got my heart, the game got my soul.
    One time missing “sunshine”, will never “hurt your soul”.
    Go, to a crying, dishonored, baby-mama, who’s the mama to the daughter that I fathered from afar?
    But my new lady gave me a Mercedes and a necklace with a solid gold key; like the starter of a car,
    The opener of a door, or two pounds of raw.
    You gave me a baby, but what about lately?
    Then “hahahahahaaaa” right up in her face G.
    There’s more fish in the sea.
    I’m on my mission to be,

    The Coolest nigga

    Lord please have sympathy,
    And forgive Michael Young History (My cool young history) as,
    The Coolest nigga

    Come, these are the tales of the cool,
    Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school,
    And seek unholy grails like a fool,
    And hang with the players of the pool,
    Fast-talking on the hustle.
    No heaven up above you.
    No hell underneath ye,
    And no one will receive thee.
    So shed no tear, when we’re not here.
    And keep your faith, as we chase,
    The cool…


    Lupe Fiasco - The Coolest 

    My favorite song of his album. This song proves why he’s one of the greatest lyricists ever. Wish he had video for this song, cause the imagery and metaphors in this are crazy. Great concept.

    (via toast2thegawd)


  9. mahbuddymycroft:



    Back in prehistoric times it was just a free for all. God was putting antlers on everything and made 7 foot tall gophers with wings, it was a mess.


    Look at this poor, impractical bastard. 

    The prehistoric era was God’s Deviantart stage.

    Now he just hides all of his stupid-looking OCs in the ocean where no one can find them.

    I can’t not reblog this

    (via comicsncoolshit)

  11. Nigga Turtles Spoofs 1-9. Amusing as fuck


  12. mobettahues:

    carving out my own piece of history looks like

    understanding my emotions and not dismissing them. the creative process can be overwhelming. finding solace in never keeping my eyes off of the light. even when it tires me. i need my space but i want your time and you need your time and…


  13. God comes from a self-less place yall.

  14. mobettahues:

    yani mo | nah/ledge (unofficial visuals)

    remember when i released that Compound/Words EP? of course you do. well sometime last spring i shot a video for the track nah/ledge in the living room of my old apartment with my beautiful franz. but i wasn’t really fuckin’ with it because of reasons so i told my brother (who directed it) not to release it. he uploaded it anyway (??!!) and then proceeded to forget his vimeo information months later. so it’s just like, been on the internet for over a year chillin’. but now that it’s been so long and my awkwardness has somewhat subsided and the memories attached to this whole semester are tuggin’ on my heart strings somethin’ terrible, well, here ya go internet.

     dis me, ya girl yani mo, rappin’. 

    (via tekeyac)


  15. Still learning how to love.

    I want to say “Still learning how to love at 22” so yall can relate a little better,

    But It sounds much more vivid as a vague statement.

    Still learning how to love.

    I can articulate all of the elements of love except for genuinely accepting it.

    I give. But it’s so hard to receive