Friday, March 30, 2012

Pic of the Day

The Sahara

Movie of the Day

Title: American History X
Director: Tony Kaye
Writer: David McKenna
Starring: Edward Norton, Edward Furlong, Fairuza Balk, Stacy Keach, Elliott Gould, Avery Brooks, Beverly D'Angelo

Song of the Day

Title: Wouldn't It Be Nice
Artist: Beach Boys
Album: Pet Sounds



Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy

Wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice

Good night my baby
Sleep tight my baby

Artist of the Day

Vik Muniz, 1961-present, Brazilian painter and sculptor




Thought of the Day

The other day I impulsively changed channels from Ninja Warrior, one of my favorite shows, immediately after realizing it was an all-women's episode. Does that make me sexist?

Quote of the Day

Television has done much for psychiatry by spreading information about it, as well as contributing to the need for it. - Alfred Hitchcock

Thursday, March 29, 2012

SNL Joe Pesci Show

Pic of the Day

Great White breaching

Movie of the Day

Title: Iron Man
Director: Jon Favreau
Writers: Mark Fergus, Hawk Ostby, Art Marcum, Matt Holloway, John August (based on the comic series by Stan Lee)
Starring: Robert Downey, Jr., Terrence Howard, Jeff Bridges, Gwyneth Paltrow



Song of the Day

Title: Gold
Artist: GZA
Album: Liquid Swords



[Intro: Method Man]
Aiyyo Shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin' y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin'
Over here, I'm returnin' em that's my word that they be blasted
Anything from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real

[Chorus: GZA]
Yo, the fiends ain't comin' fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

[Verse 1: Genius]
I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin' up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin' on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamp
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn, the
Kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and played look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should have took out

[Chorus]
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

Fiends ain't comin' fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

[Verse 2]
It's mandatory that
I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and other niggaz
Plant bombs 'til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catchin' ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars

[Chorus]
Fiends ain't comin' fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

There is no cuts that's tight enough
There is no niggaz that's fuckin' up
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

Artist of the Day

Gregory Crewdson, 1962-present, American photographer




Thought of the Day

As great as those Dos Equis "Most Interesting Man in the World" ads are, I find it kind of odd that the advertising department decided on the guy saying, "I don't always drink beer," instead of, "I always drink beer." It seems like a slight to the beer enthusiasts of the world, as if those who regularly drink beer aren't as interesting as those who regularly drink expensive wine and 18-year bourbon, while occasionally dabbling in Dos Equis beer. They basically shunned an entire demographic of consumers solely to make their fictional spokesman seem sophisticated and mysteriously alluring.

Quote of the Day

A man without a smiling face must not open a shop. - Chinese proverb

Monday, March 26, 2012

Pic of the Day

James Dean

Movie of the Day

Title: Big Trouble in Little China
Director: John Carpenter
Writer: Gary Goldman, David Z. Weinstein
Starring: Kurt Russell, Kim Cattrall, Dennis Dun, James Hong, Victor Wong, Al Leong, Kate Burton

Song of the Day

Title: Cherry Pie
Artist: Warrant
Album: Cherry Pie



Dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin'...

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good makes a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie

Swingin' on the front porch
Swingin' on the lawn
Swingin' where we want
'Cause there ain't nobody home
Swingin' to the left
And swingin' to the right
If I think about baseball
I'll swing all night yea

Swingin' in the living room
Swingin' in the kitchen
Most folks don't 'cause
They're too busy bitchin'
Swingin' in there 'cause
She wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter
And she licked the beater

I scream you scream
We all scream for her
Don't even try 'cause
You can't ignore her

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yea
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie

Swingin' to the drums
Swingin' to guitar
Swingin' to the bass
In the back of my car
Ain't got money
Ain't got no gas
But we'll get where
We're goin' if we
Swing real fast

I scream you scream
We all scream for her
Don't even try 'cause
You can't ignore her

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yea
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie, yeah, pie

Swing it! All night long,
Swing it!
Swingin' in the bathroom
Swingin' on the floor
Swingin' so hard
We forgot to lock the door
In walks her daddy
Standin' six foot four
He said you ain't gonna swing
With my daughter no more

She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water
Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie oh yea
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
Sweet cherry pie

Swing it!

Artist of the Day

Liu Bolin, 1973-present, Chinese photographer and performance artist




Thought of the Day

If I were a wealthy, single man, I would implement a "Gold-digger Screening Plan" to ensure the women I date are pure of heart. In addition to all my rich people possessions: chateau with a moat, private jet, Maybach, $3000 Italian suits, etc., I would have regular Joe possessions, such as a studio apartment, Honda Accord, and clothing from Kohl's and Burlington Coat Factory. When I met a prospective girlfriend, I would use the regular Joe stuff for the first few dates, then reveal the rich people stuff if she continues to go out with me. Of course, the plan could backfire if she gets offended by my rich guy distrust, in which case I would call my rich guy friends, hop in my rich guy Ferrari, drive over my rich guy moat to a rich guy bar, and order rich guy champagne while dancing to rich guy music. Rich girls, feel free to adopt the "Gold-digger Screening Plan" yourselves.

Quote of the Day

Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegience and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. - Theodore Roosevelt

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Mickey Rourke on Inside the Actors Studio

Pic of the Day

Sydney Opera House

Movie of the Day

Title: The Wrestler
Director: Darren Aronofsky
Writer: Robert D. Siegel
Starring: Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei, Evan Rachel Wood, Mark Margolis, Todd Barry

Song of the Day

Title: Hollywood Divorce
Artist: Outkast feat. Lil' Wayne, Snoop Dogg
Album: Idlewild



[Chorus: Andre 3000]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

[Lil' Wayne]
And I'm a star
Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin' from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, I'm so not sober
I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term?
I just straightened the perm
Ain't let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I be's the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil' Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
So that's why I got a pre-nup
I do

[Chorus]

[Andre 3000]
Yeah, yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin' back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act
Now that I've got your undivided attention I'm
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
'Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird

[Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin' for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part two the sequel all new 'Kast
Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slandering your name behind that screen name
They're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&M's with no nuts
Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot?
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (nigga please)
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence - is that right?
But you love the dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin' up, showin' up, blowin' up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me

[Andre 3000]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin' and make new shit

[Snoop Dogg]
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang

Artist of the Day

Alex Katz, 1927-present, American painter and sculptor




Thought of the Day

I wish the metaphor "fish out of water" had a commonly used alternative of "black guy in a hockey rink."

Quote of the Day

A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism. - Carl Sagan

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Pic of the Day

Emma Stone

Movie of the Day

Title: The English Patient
Director: Anthony Minghella
Writer: Anthony Minghella (based on the novel by Michael Ondaatje)
Starring: Ralph Fiennes, Juliette Binoche, Willem Dafoe, Kristin Scott Thomas, Naveen Andrews, Colin Firth



Song of the Day

Title: Tomorrow
Artist: Silverchair
Album: Frogstomp




It's twelve o'clock, and it's a wonderful day,
I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway,
Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town,
The only way to get there's to go straight down,
There's no bathroom, and there is no sink,
The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,
Very hard to drink,

You, wait til tomorrow,
You, wait til tomorrow,

You say that money, isn't everything,
But I'd like to see you live without it,
You think you can keep on going living like a king,
Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it,

Very hard to drink,
Very hard to drink,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait til tomorrow,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait til tomorrow,

You, wait til tomorrow,
You, wait til tomorrow,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait til tomorrow,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait til tomorrow.

Artist of the Day

Yayoi Kusama, 1929-present, Japanese painter and sculptor




Thought of the Day

You ever look at a glass of water and think about all the things that live in there? If you look close enough and really zone out sometimes you convince yourself you see them moving furniture around and stuff. It really livens the experience of drinking water.

Quote of the Day

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize. - James Joyce

Friday, March 23, 2012

Pic of the Day

Challenger explosion

Movie of the Day

Title: Virtuosity
Director: Brett Leonard
Writer: Eric Bernt
Starring: Denzel Washington, Russell Crowe, Kelly Lynch, Stephen Spinella, William Forsythe, Louise Fletcher



Song of the Day

Title: Queens Get The Money
Artist: Nas
Album: Untitled



Ay yo
Queens get the money
Niggas still screaming
Paper chasing
Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations
Over steak with Masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
Their daddy's faceless
Play this, by your stomach
Let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
Tell him his name's Nasir
Tell him how he got here
Mama was just having fun with someone above her years
Niggas is still hating
Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming
He'd rather floss with diamonds
They pray, "Please God let him spit that Uzi in the army linen
That shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wop in the park reclining,"
Take 27 emcee's put 'em in a line and they're out of alignment
My assignment since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
Gets rich but dies rhyming
This is hot science
Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more
I'm over their heads
Like a bulimic on a seesaw
Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
Nasty Nasdaq
Y'all gon' bow holmes, it's Dow Jones
.80 cal chrome
Needed time alone to zone
The mack left his iPhone and his 9 at home
My queen used the milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughter houses
I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses
This that nigga shit that's on the album
For the niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio
Hip-hop was aborted
So Nas breathes life, back into the embryo
Let us make men in our image
Spit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V at the eulogy throwing molotovs for Emmit
You aint as hot as I is
All of these fake prophets are not messiahs
You don't know how high the sky is
The square milage of Earth, or what pi is
I'm the shaky hand that touched Geogre Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers

Artist of the Day

Keith Haring, 1958-1990, American painter




Thought of the Day

This fad among rappers of wearing dark sunglasses at night and/or indoors in poor lighting is beginning to wear on me. It was a bold choice when the trend started about three years ago, but it needs to be phased out. Hopefully some prominent rapper will fall off stage or get hit in the head with a heavy object because he couldn't see well enough to avoid the accident. Then that rapper will stop wearing dark sunglasses at night/indoors and encourage his comrades to do the same.

Quote of the Day

The chains of habit are too weak to be felt until they are too strong to be broken. - Samuel Johnson

Thursday, March 22, 2012

SNL Linsanity Skit

Pic of the Day

Janelle Monae

Movie of the Day

Title: The Edge
Director: Lee Tamahori
Writer: David Mamet
Starring: Anthony Hopkins, Alec Baldwin, Harold Perrineau, Elle Macpherson, Bart the Bear, L.Q. Jones, Kathleen Wilhoite

Song of the Day

Title: On & On
Artist: Erykah Badu
Album: Baduizm



Ohh, my, my, my
I'm feelin' high

My money's gone
I'm all alone
Too much to see, the world keeps turnin'
Oh, what a day, what a day, what a day

Peace and blessings manifest
With every lesson learned
If yo knowledge were yo wealth
Then it would be well earned
If we were made in His image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God
But they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Woo on and on and on and on
All night till the break of dawn
I go on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Ooohh on and on and on and on
God damnit I'ma sing my song

I was born under water
With three dollars & six dimes
Yeah, you may laugh
'Cuz you did not do yo math
Like one, two, three
Damn, ya'll feel that?
Like one, two, three
The world keeps turnin'
Oh what a day, what a day, what a day

The man that knows something
Knows that he knows nothing at all
Does it seem colder in yo summer time
And hotter in yo fall
If we were made in His image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God
But they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
On and on and on and on
All night 'til the vultures swarm
I go on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin stone
Ooohh on and on and on and on
Mad props to the god Ja'Born

I'm feelin' kind of hungry
'Cuz my high is comin' down
Don't feed me yours
'Cuz your food does not endure
I think I need a cup of tea
The world keeps burnin'
Oh, what a day, what a day, what a day

You rush into destruction
'Cuz you don't have nothing left
The mothership can't save you
So yo ass is gon' get left
If we were made in His image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not believe in God
But they fear us just the same

Oh on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Doh on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on
You can't fuck wit' me, so just leave it alone
Ooh way on and on and on and on
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Oh on and on and on and on
And on and on

Artist of the Day

Lucian Freud, 1922-2011, German draughtsman and painter




Thought of the Day

In the aftermath of George Zimmerman's "justifiable murder" of Trayvon Martin, it's abundantly clear that Florida needs to amend its self-defense laws by abolishing the "stand-your-ground" clause. The premise of not obligating an individual to retreat from another person who poses a physical threat welcomes unnecessary and preventable violence. It justifies barbaric, overzealous vigilante behavior from trigger-happy cowards like George Zimmerman. Self-defense laws in every state should specify that deadly force, i.e. the use of a weapon, is only permissible if the instigator is armed. This could be called the "meet force with equal or lesser force" law. In general, self-defense laws as they stand are too subjective and allow for scumbags like Zimmerman to interpret a threat as they see fit.

Quote of the Day

The strongest human instinct is to impart information, the second strongest is to resist it. - Kenneth Graham

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Pic of the Day

Boy hangin' with his elephant friend
Black and White

Movie of the Day

Title: Rosemary's Baby
Director: Roman Polanski
Writer: Roman Polanski (based on the novel by Ira Levin)
Starring: Mia Farrow, John Cassavetes, Ruth Gordon, Sidney Blackmer, Maurice Evans, Ralph Bellamy, Charles Grodin, Patsy Kelly



Song of the Day

Title: Tired of Waiting for You
Artist: The Kinks
Album: Kinda Kinks



So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

I was a lonely soul
I had nobody 'til I met you
But you keep-a me waiting
All of the time
What can I do?

It's your life
And you can do what you want
Do what you like
But please don't keep-a me waiting
Please don't keep-a me waiting

'Cause I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

I was a lonely soul
I had nobody 'til I met you
But you keep-a me waiting
All of the time
What can I do?

It's your life
And you can do what you want
Do what you like
But please don't keep-a me waiting
Please don't keep-a me waiting

'Cause I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you
For you
For you

Artist of the Day

Andreas Gursky, 1955-present, German photographer




Thought of the Day

It would be incredibly awesome if there was an a cappella supergroup consisting of grunge's most iconic voices: Eddie Vedder, Scott Weiland, Chris Cornell, and the ghosts of Layne Staley, Kurt Cobain, and Andrew Wood. I might be the only person in attendance at their shows, but I would make it worth their time.

Quote of the Day

The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman. - Anonymous

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Noam Chomsky Lecture

Pic of the Day

Zooey Deschanel

Movie of the Day

Title: The Fisher King
Director: Terry Gilliam
Writer: Richard LaGravenese
Starring: Jeff Bridges, Robin Williams, Mercedes Ruehl, Amanda Plummer, Michael Jeter

Song of the Day

Title: Ain't No Half-Steppin'
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Album: Long Live the Kane



[Intro]
Aw yeah, I'm with this
I'm just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know
And drop some smooth lyrics
'Cause it's '88
Time to set it straight, know what I'm saying?
And ain't no half stepping
Word, I'm ready

Rappers stepping to me, they want to get some
But I'm the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory
They can't get with me
So pick a BC date cause you're history
I'm the authentic poet to get lyrical
For you to beat me, it's gonna take a miracle
And, stepping to me, yo that's the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
Competition I just devour
Like a pit bull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
I'm different, so don't compare me to another
'Cause they can't hang, word to the mother
At least not with the principal in this pedigree
So when I roll on you rappers, you better be
Ready to die because you're petty
You're just a butter knife, I'm a machete
That's made by Ginsu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday the 13th, I'ma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Here's your walking papers, sign it
And take a walk
As the Kane start to talk, 'cause

[Hook]
Ain't no half-steppin'
(I'm the Big Daddy Kane)

My rhymes are so dope and
The rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon I'll have to open
A school of emceeing, for those who want to be in
My field in court
Then again on second thought
To have emcees coming out sounding so similar
It's quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a
Perpetrator, but I'm much greater
The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess
Don't mess or test your highness
Unless you just address with best finesse
And bless the paragraph I manifest
Rap prime minister, some say sinister
Non-stopping the groove, until when it's the
Climax, and I max, relax and chill
Have a break from a take of me acting ill
Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
Next the formation of words that fit
At the table I sit, making it legit
And when my pen hits the paper, ahh shit
I stop and stand strong over emcees
And devour with the power of Hercules
Or Samson, but I go further the length
'Cause you could scalp my Cameo and I'll still have strength
And no, that's not a myth, and if you try to riff
Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
Your vocab, I'll only ignore
Be sleeping on your rhymes 'till I start to snore
You can't awake me, or even make me
Fear you, son, 'cause you can't do me none
So, think about it if you're trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know there

[Hook]

The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in your father
So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that I'm the author
I grab the mic and make emcees evaporate
The party people say 'Damn, that rapper's great'
The creator conductor of poetry
Et cetera, et cetera, it ain't easy being me
I speak clearly so you can understand
Put words together like Letter Man
Now that's dictation, proceeding to my innovation
Not like the other MC's, who are an imitation
Or an animation, a cartoon to me
But when I'm finished, I'm sure that you are soon to see
Reality, my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
I put my title in your face, dare you to base
And if you try and come get it, yo I'ma show you who's with it
So if you know like I know, instead of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slooow doown
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, because I'm homicidal
That means murder, 'cause I'm about to hurt a-
Nother MC, that try to get with me
I'll just break him and bake him and rake him
And take him and mold him and make him
Hold up the peace sign
As Salaam Alaikum.

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