Saturday, April 27, 2013

Pic of the Day

Aurora borealis, Canada

Movie of the Day

Title: Citizen Kane
Director: Orson Welles
Writers: Anthony Veiller, Victor Trivas, Decla Dunning
Starring: Orson Welles, Loretta Young, Edward G. Robinson, Philip Merivale, Richard Long

Song of the Day

Title: My Country
Artist: Nas feat. Millenium Thug
Album: Stillmatic



American born, American raised, American made

[Chorus 2x]
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen (We know too much)
Cause the things I seen (We seen too much)

[Nas]
It was packed on this Ryker's bus
The tight cuffs is holdin' me shackled
The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso
On the streets I was invincible
Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew
What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa
Mothers of dope fiend embarrassin' me
All in front of my friends
In the street smile with no teeth
I never knew daddy, heard he had a '72 Caddy
Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3
Why didn't my folks just die in this society
Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me
Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat
Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me
I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father
Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of Dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry

[Chorus]

[Millenium Thug]
It is I that step up
Me that don't give a fuck, you that bold, then it's all over soldier
Hummers and Ranges through the desert
Fuck a 20 years, long as we got gas and we got water
Troopers lookin' for manslaughter
I gotta get back, for what they owe
Shoot 'em in the back for the get back
Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag
Forget the life had, now we all rebels
Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto
We can see for miles the land it's major rubble
And debris from the earth as we knew crumble
Yo you could see the sea
And the stars look closer to me
I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max
SK's, AK's, Mac's, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap
My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back
But yo

[Chorus]

[Nas, Millenium Thug]
Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls
I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God
Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape
Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape
How is the war
And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes
Holdin' machine guns
Clean fun shootin' dudes with fatigues on
Anywhere is better than this
It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit
Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares
I know the warden is readin' the scribe
[MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business
Courts, lawyers and jails
We all slaves in this business, I'm bout to rebel

[Millenium Thug]
There's not a bitch in sight
All block bench, all black gates
All gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President
I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent
Now it's state of the art
I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart
What a bloody mess, a slug fest
I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin'
You know I'm spittin' mine
I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win
Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in
I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head
Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back
Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass
I don't know what they broadcast, the news flash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say

[Chorus]

[Nas talking...]

Artist of the Day

Futura 2000 (Lenny McGurr), 1955-present, American painter and graffiti artist

Thought of the Day

Most people who are afraid of the ocean are afraid of it for the wrong reason. They are afraid of what's in the ocean: sharks, jellyfish, anemones, stingrays, and every imaginable sea monster. What they should really be afraid of is the ocean itself. Why be afraid of a chance encounter with a dangerous sea critter when you're already at the mercy of the most powerful and unforgiving force on the planet?

Quote of the Day

A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet. - Orson Welles

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Immortal Technique Breaks Down the N-Word

Pic of the Day

Alfred Hitchcock

Movie of the Day

Title: Safe House
Director: Daniel Espinosa
Writer: David Guggenheim
Starring: Denzel Washington, Ryan Reynolds, Vera Farmiga, Brendan Gleeson, Sam Shepard, Ruben Blades

Song of the Day

Title: Perfect World
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical 2000: Judgement Day




[Dialogue]
First, they dropped the bomb
Then came the disease
Then death
This our world
Your world, my world
I like this world

Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks
Catch a close up your snot box, broke up
Land shark, tryin to post up, reptiles 
Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles
Take your kindness for weakness, they foul
New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, pow
Another underboss pull a doublecross
Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now
Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway
Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught
Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought
On Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will)
Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infra-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come between you and I, seen
Everything is everything in this three ring circus
Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord
With devil worship and satanic verses 
It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours
Heard when it rains, it pours
I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law
The Big Apple, rotten to the core
These niggaz want war? (give em war)
They schemin and I-Beam'n
Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin
Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder
At war with them inner demons, it's goin down
Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds
If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way
For birth of a Generation X
Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat
To the air waves, hit the deck
Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine
Got love for my family, cause they mine
See niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimes
We gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made up
Young buck, just don't give a fuck, pressin they luck
When they best bet's to give it up, perfect world
Baby what? Nigga head or gut, them or us
Welcome to the dark ages, dirty pages 
Of filth, fine filth flavors
Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes
Right before his eyes, then he passes

While the 666 got more tricks
Than the PJ's got bricks
From bloods and crips
To pimps with mints
We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships

Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infra-red light beams
Homicide scene, perfect world
By any means get cream
Just don't let it come between you and I, seen
Everything is everything in this three ring circus
Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord
With devil worship and satanic verses 
It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours

Uhh.. the children are the future
And Wu-Tang is for the babies

Artist of the Day

Franz Kline, 1910-1962, American painter

Thought of the Day

The other day my Mom was confounded upon hearing that a friend of mine doesn't have a cell phone. You know people have become too reliant on technology when someone in their 50's thinks of a cell phone as a vestigial appendage.

Quote of the Day

A leader is best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his work fulfilled, they will say: we did it ourselves. - Lao Tzu

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Pic of the Day

Skaftafell National Park, Iceland

Movie of the Day

Title: The Cabin in the Woods
Director: Drew Goddard
Writers: Drew Goddard, Joss Whedon
Starring: Kristen Connolly, Liam Hemsworth, Anna Hutchison, Fran Kranz, Jesse Williams, Richard Jenkins, Bradley Whitford



Song of the Day

Title: Dig a Hole
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Kingdom Come



[Intro - Jay-Z]
Dig a hole, bury yourself, nigga
Go head keep goin'
I got some nice dresses for you guys
The incomparable H.O

[Hook - Sterling Simms (Jay-Z)]
Told ya to get ya money when you see a boss comin' (Yes)
Thought shit was funny, but watch what you see now (What you see now?)
Nothin’ left to accomplish, I done came out and conquered (Came, conquered)
And now what’s that you talking bout we gon see now (We gon' see now)
Dig a hole (Dig a hole)
Dig a hole (Go ahead)
Dig a hole (Muthafucka bury yourself)
Dig a hole (Dig a hole)
Dig a hole (Dig a hole)
Dig a hole (Dig a hole)

I’m still here, mon frere
I know the cross I bear
They like, “That’s why they call you Hov”
I’m like, “Yeah”
I’m like air, lil' shots go through me
Won’t tear one tissue, no tears, no tissue, not an issue
Don’t cry for me
I peep these niggas from deep
Got a front row seat even if you don’t speak
Silent partner, I hear you loud and clear
Left a fingerprint, you ain’t gotta be there
I’m just waiting til’ you dig a hole big enough to put your whole body in
Then I’m gon' body them
It's nothing but a hobby to him
Simple as a serve in volley to him
Niggas like, “Hov, why don’t you get at ol’ boy?”
Why kill a puppet and leave Geppetto alive?
Why not wait to catch them all together?
That’s why you dig one big hole, one time

[Hook]

How is niggas dissin' me
I made it possible
For niggas to make history
How is this possible?
Please explain this shit to me
How is it logical?
Have we forgotten our history?
Let’s open our bibles
It's like the disciples, dissing Jesus and becoming his rivals
Shunning the one thing that they owe they life to
You let that man hype you to go against your idol
Knowing good and god damn well this what I do
Think I’m in the office, I’m off my grind?
That’s how kids become orphans
You lost ya mind?
I keep my enemies close
I give ‘em enough rope
They put themselves in the air
I just kick away the chair

[Hook]

Hov gon' get you, I ain’t forget your lil' disrespect
No ho, daddy gon' spank you for that shit you said
It's hard to do when you’ve got nothing to prove
Everybody know you better, you in a lose-lose
Cause even when you win, ultimately you lose
Real niggas like, “Why Hov talking to dude?”
You sellin' little tools, only time you went plat
My chain was on your neck, that’s an actual fact
So I’m prayin’ that it spills outside of the booth
That’s when ya’ll niggas outside of your truth
Outside of your league, that’s not what you do
Niggas throwin' Roc signs outside of your coupe
Don’t look at Hov like he done something wrong to ‘em
Cause he’s on to 'em
He just took what belonged to him
You niggas is playing checkers with chess-playing Hov
This game is over, I don’t know if ya’ll know
You in the hole

[Hook]

Artist of the Day

Jiang Baolin, 1942-present, Chinese painter and draughtsman

Thought of the Day

Humanity has reached a tragic juncture when survival of the fittest has become survival of the richest.

Quote of the Day

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. - William Arthur Ward

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Pic of the Day

Crab Nebula

Movie of the Day

Title: It Came From Outer Space
Director: Jack Arnold
Writers: Harry Essex, Ray Bradbury
Starring: Richard Carlson, Barbara Rush, Charles Drake, Joe Sawyer, Russell Johnson, Dave Willock, Robert Carson

Song of the Day

Title: Upper Echelon
Artist: Talib Kweli
Album: Prisoner of Conscious



[Hook]

Check it out baby
Check it out y'all
This that upper echelon shit
What is this?
Welcome to the prisoner of conscious

Brainiacs dum-dum, bust the scientifical
You feel it all up in your soul, we getting spiritual
You heard I'm coming back, it's so scary I put the fear in you
I murder every track, cause the rhymers like to stare at you
Real shit back, it's a miracle, rap been laughable over the last year or two
Reflecting like a mirror through who is the real living proof
I'm back with the classical shit, I pack lyrical
Substance like bowls of kush into a vaporizer
And then I vaporize ya', my paper may surprise ya'
No need to brag on my paper cause I'm a naturizer
I vibrate higher, the truth break liars
I chose who is like us, the lovers, the fighters, the writers, the exciters
Cut the grass we could see the vipers, we cut the glass cause we the diamonds

[Hook]

I be listening to real shit, real spit, like die hard feeling
Type of shit the fake niggas find hard to deal with
I'm on a higher plane, I'm destroying em' while I build them
My threat can't be contained, so my name on Obama kill list
Kweli the artist that you wanna be, moving through the darkness,
The light is what's in front of me,
Front on me you posers exposing your insecurities
Supposedly it's wack, and replaces lack of maturity
The purity you need to get in the game is gone
Ain't no conspiracy, stop looking for someone to blame it on
Gotta pay a debt, took a stale style and I made it fresh
Wait a second, got your girl wetter than tomatoes flesh
Waiting on me with baited breath

[Hook]

Walking through a double fist, and I'm lifted on something vicious
Everything is moving, I'm getting me a percentage
Vintage, nothing but the sky is my ascendant
My girl is ride or die, I'm avoiding the evil temptress
Ain't no question who the best is, you don't like the state then fuck it and my mansions
Pimping down to the socks, and so is business
The all night workout like 24-Hour Fitness
Y'all niggas is adorable, incorrigible, the prayers that you get is barely audible
People is ignoring you why? the last place in the world that you belong is a recording booth
Order suit, niggas is gassed up, petroleum a lab when these niggas get swept up
Custodians a culture back to the future rap the delorean
A class looking joint to spit as valedictorian

[Hook]

Artist of the Day

Katharina Grosse, 1961-present, German painter and installation artist

Thought of the Day

I can determine whether or not I like a geographical area and its inhabitants by the ratio of churches to libraries.

Quote of the Day

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. - Dale Carnegie

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Tony Gwynn, Jr. Mimics Heckler

Pic of the Day

Paria Canyon, Arizona

Movie of the Day

Title: Idiocracy
Director: Mike Judge
Writers: Mike Judge, Etan Cohen
Starring: Luke Wilson, Maya Rudolph, Dax Shepard, Terry Alan Crews, David Herman, Justin Long

Song of the Day

Title: Dig
Artist: Incubus
Album: Light Grenades



We all have a weakness

But some of ours are easy to identify
Look me in the eye
And ask for forgiveness
We'll make a pact to never speak that word again
Yes you are my friend

We all have something that digs at us
At least we dig each other
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday

[Chorus]
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone

We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try
We all have someone that digs at us
At least we dig each other
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Oh each other
When everything
Else is gone
Oh oh oh oh [4x]

[Chorus]

Artist of the Day

Dan Perjovschi, 1961-present, Romanian draughtsman

Thought of the Day

Our government has a War on Terror and a War on Drugs when what they mean to be having is a War on Religious Fanaticism and a War on Addiction.

Quote of the Day

A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. - John Barrymore

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Pic of the Day

Gran Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia

Movie of the Day

Title: 21 Jump Street
Director: Phil Lord, Chris Miller
Writer: Michael Bacall
Starring: Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum, Brie Larson, Dave Franco, Rob Riggle, Ice Cube, Chris Parnell, Ellie Kemper



Song of the Day

Title: Barbie Girl
Artist: Aqua
Album: Aquarium



Hi Barbie

Hi Ken
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken
Jump in

[Chorus 2x]
I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party
I'm a blonde bimbo girl, in the fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky
You can touch, you can play, if you say, "I'm always yours"

(uu-oooh-u)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Come on Barbie, let's go party
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party
(uu-oooh-u)

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again
Hit the town, fool around, let's go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say, "I'm always yours"
You can touch, you can play, if you say, "I'm always yours"

[Bridge]

[Chorus 2x]

[Bridge]
Oh, I'm having so much fun
Well Barbie, we're just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken

Artist of the Day

Frederick Sommer, 1905-1999, Italian-American photographer

Thought of the Day

Individuals who resort to gun violence to settle disputes are likely either incompetent fighters or too cowardly to engage in fisticuffs.

Quote of the Day

I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity. - Eleanor Roosevelt

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Mia Kirshner: The Impact of Art

Pic of the Day

Ngorongoro Crater, Tanzania

Movie of the Day

Title: The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
Director: Andrew Dominik
Writer: Andrew Dominik (based on the novel by Ron Hansen)
Starring: Brad Pitt, Casey Affleck, Mary-Louise Parker, Sam Shepard, Jeremy Renner, Ted Levine, Zooey Deschanel, Sam Rockwell, Paul Schneider, Garret Dillahunt

Song of the Day

Title: Georgia...Bush
Artist: Lil Wayne
Album: Dedication 2



This song right here, is dedicated to the President of the United States of America

Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans...we call him this

[Ray Charles sample:] Georgia...
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Georgia)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
It's President (Georgia) Bush

[Chorus 2x]
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush

I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
Niggas thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Georgia)
Now it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck President (Georgia) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker motherfucker that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a nigga still moving then he holding it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. yeah

[Chorus]

([DJ Drama] Oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
Money money money get a dollar and a dick
Weezy Baby that crack, motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist yes
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb boom
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like fuck another nigga, nigga just don't be the target
Young New Orleans nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing
And I don't even write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young nigga balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swaggy
Even my father rich as fuck and all my brothers left the family
We said fuck it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a creature, I'm the son of miss cita
My dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sip seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that motherfucking ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patron, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And bitch that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Range Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my nigga, or that boy got dough
Go figure that's my nigga, that's my nigga, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse yeah

Artist of the Day

Josef Albers, 1888-1976, German-American painter

Thought of the Day

The most effective catalyst for achieving world peace is future generations of Americans who hate The American Way.

Quote of the Day

Talent hits a target no one else can hit; genius hits a target no one else can see. - Arthur Schopenhauer

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Pic of the Day

Pulpit Rock, Norway

Movie of the Day

Title: The Invention of Lying
Directors/Writers: Ricky Gervais, Matthew Robinson
Starring: Ricky Gervais, Jennifer Garner, Jonah Hill, Louis C.K., Rob Lowe, Edward Norton, Tina Fey



Song of the Day

Title: Head Like a Hole
Artist: Nine Inch Nails
Album: Pretty Hate Machine



[Chorus]

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

God money I'll do anything for you

God money just tell me what you want me to
God money nail me up against the wall
God money don't want everything he wants it all

[Bridge]
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me

Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
Head like a hole
Black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control

[Chorus]

God money's not looking for the cure
God money's not concerned about the sick among the pure
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised
God money's not one to choose

[Bridge]

[Chorus 2x]

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

Artist of the Day

Rusty Scruby, 1954-present, American multimedia artist

Thought of the Day

The War on Terror is an oxymoron. "Let's combat terrorism by terrorizing people."

Quote of the Day

Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them. - David Hume

Monday, April 8, 2013

Pic of the Day

Meerkat neighborhood watch

Movie of the Day

Title: End of Watch
Director: David Ayer
Writer: David Ayer
Starring: Jake Gyllenhaal, Michael Peña, Natalie Martinez, Anna Kendrick, David Harbour, Frank Grillo, America Ferrera

Song of the Day

Title: Harder Than You Think
Artist: Public Enemy
Album: How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul???



What goes on?

Rolling stones of the rap game not braggin'
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards
I'mma leave it at that
That ain't got nothin' to do with rap
Check the facts expose those cats
Who pose as heros and take advantage of blacks
Your government's gangster so cut the crap
A war goin' on so where you at?
Fight the power comes great responsiblity
F the police but who's stoppin' you from killin' me?
Disasters, fiascos over a loop by PE
If it's an I instead of we
Believin' tv
Spittin' riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move the massa's switches
System dissed them but barely missed her
My soul intention to save my brothers and sisters

[Hook]
Get up
Hard...just like that
Get up
Hard...just like that
Get up
Hard...just like that
Get up
Hard...just like that

Screamin' gangsta 20 years later
Of course endorsed while consciousness faded
New generations believing them fables
Gangster boogie on two turntables
Show no love so it's easy to hate it
Desecrated while the coroner waited
Any given sunday so where y'all reignin?
Wit slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chucky, baby
Keep comin' back to live love life like I'm crazy
Keep it movin' risin' to the top
Doug Fresh clean livin' you don't stop
Revolution means change
Don't look at me strange
So I can't repeat what other rappers be sayin'
You don't stand for something
You fall for anything
Harder than you think
It's a beautiful thing

[Hook]

So it's time to leave you a preview
So you too can review what we do
20 years in this business
How you sell soul, g wiz
People bear witness
Thank you for lettin' us be ourselves
So don't mind me if I repeat myself
These simple lines be good for your health
To keep them crime rhymes on the shelf
Live life love like you just don't care
5000 leaders never scared
Bring the noise it's the moment they fear
Get up still a beautiful idea

Get up
Throw yo hands in the air
Get up and show no fear
Get up if y'all really care
PE 20 years
Now get up

Artist of the Day

Lala Meredith-Vula, 1966-present, Kosovan photographer