I Luv Your Girl

Looks like I have found that reject song. Of course it is a dance song, but it still kinda sucks as a dance song. I mean the objectification in this song just sucks. I can’t believe we as people actually glorify songs like this. Such a disappointment. Maybe I just like the beat. I don’t even know why it is on my laptop or even on one of my CD’s. Damn, I do not like this song. I had an open mind but…. This is following the same ol 2000 era recipe for a hip hop song. Let’s talk about a female’s body and what I wanna do to it. WTF?! Follow me in the yellow. Without further adieu. I love your Girl by The Dream

The American Dream

And you know what I mean (WTF is the American Dream in your standard? Give me some type of hint…. Maybe it starts off shallow and gets better.

Radio Killa,
Should beat the track up like gorillas (I see this as a weak metaphor. )

[Verse 1]
Yeah,
We be up in a club. I see her do her thang
You might wanna rap, but she’ll make you sing. (And why will she make you sing? Because she looks that good? I gotta see this for myself. Never met a girl like this.)
See, I was on her and she was on him. (So You makin a sandwich in the middle of the floor)
She all up on my thang, got my thang on her hip.
She ATL pop, and don’t know how to act.
She left for one song, then came right back.
Grindin’ on me the rest of the night,
Her man start muggin’, he could see it in my eye. (This is where the usual phrase, your chick chose me comes in. Like It makes it seem like he’s takin some dudes property without her caring.

[Chorus]
Lil mama so hood (I love your girl)
Lil mama so fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high (I love your girl) –Does anyone know what Heels were initially for? I’ll post on this later. Stay tuned.
Man, look at shorty roll (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl)
I’m sorry I’ve got it in for your girlfriend.

Now, she runnin’ fingers through her hair,
He tryin to call her over there,
But she like, “Fuck that nigga!”.
She droppin’ down to the floor,
I’m like “Shorty you should go”,
But she like, “Fuck that nigga!”.
Call it envy,
I want her on me.
All up in my head,
Now she in my bed .( This is why dance music sucks. He’s trying to tell a story and he’s skipping important steps.

[Verse 2]
Me and lil shorty in the back, (This is what im talking about…. U just said she’s in your bed. Now ur just in the back? New day maybe? Bullshit.
Talkin’ ’bout dis, talkin’ ’bout dat. (People pay money to hear a rapper talk about dis and dat….. Naw mayne, tell us what you talked about, that’s the point of a story.
I got her on the ‘trone, she actin’ all bad. (Your game is wack/weak if you gotta liquor her up to get some… but it’s true it’s effective.
Girl chose me, don’t be mad. (Naw mayne… according to your story, she chose patrone.
Kelly told y’all “Don’t bring ‘em in the club”
The way she rock that, got the boy in love.
And I pray that y’all ain’t serious
‘Cause seriously she’s on my dick. (This steps we are missing are murderous. Like WTF?! Some shit just happen? What did you say above that has her on your dick? Dis? Dat? WTF?! It’s not money, u just getting on the scene.

[Chorus]
And, Lil mama so hood (I love your girl)
Lil mama so fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty roll (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl)
I’m sorry I’ve got it in for your girlfriend

Now, she runnin’ fingers through her hair,
He tryin to call her over there,
But she like, “F**k that nigga!”.
She droppin’ down to the floor,
I’m like “Shorty you should go”,
But she like, “F**k that nigga!”.
Call it envy,
I want her on me.
All up in my head,
Now she in my bed.

[Bridge]
(I’m The American Dream) Actually my dream is to be a lawyer. If you remember, people who came to The New world had a different dream.

Usually you won’t see me hate…On another dude. (WTF? I thought she was on your dick, but you gotta hate?
My heart got me up in here willing to separate you…From your boo. (WTF? Now I know you a liar. You can’t get her home if she still with her man. WEAK SAUCE!
But, she on me and I’m on her.
We walking out the club. Shorty what’s up? (I’m saying. Niggas are talking about keepin it 100 but… this shit doesn’t really happen. Keep it 100. Who really tries chattin a female up with “shorty”? I haven’t seen that shit work since I was in Middle school and went to Alabama for the summer.
Mmm, I want her in the worst way (And now he keeps it 100.
Plus, I just found out that it’s her birthday.

[Chorus]
Lil mama so hood (I love your girl)
Lil mama so fly (I love your girl)
Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl)
She keep them heels on high (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty roll (I love your girl)
Man, look at shorty go (I love your girl)
I’m sorry I’ve got it in for your girlfriend.

Now, she runnin’ fingers through her hair,
He tryin to call her over there,
But she like, “F**k that nigga!”.
She droppin’ down to the floor,
I’m like “Shorty you should go”,
But she like, “F**k that nigga!”.
Call it envy,
I want her on me.
All up in my head,
Now she in my bed.

[Outro]
Part of me feels so bad, but
Ooo, not that bad.
Situation’s got you mad,
I would be too,
‘Cause damn she bad!
Damn she bad…

 

I’m saying though. The Beat was good. Your voice doesn’t even suck but. Lyrically, this shit sucked. 2 Bikes down. HipHop is about lyricism. Stop half steppin. Keep it 100 with something that was worked on.

Tokyo-Paris Analysis

So I’m going to be changing what I do with my blog and actually discuss some of my favorite songs and discuss the lyricism behind the lyrics. What actually inspired me to do this type of blog would be the feeling that you get listening to music. This song just puts it over the top. It’s just a feeling of Euphoria that I get when I have to google something to find out how deep somebody’s lyrics are. Or just shred some lyrics to pieces.Right now, this song is the golden standard. Shouts out to Lupe Fiasco for this Track. Here are the lyrics and I’ll just interject throughout the whole thing. Follow me in the Yellow.

(Backgound Talking)

(I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here,
You know, I gotta go pay these bills,
I got a show to do, you know?)

One time, for your mind. (Already a Shout out to NAS and the Illmatic CD)

{Chorus}

Let’s go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 1]

I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie –(Product placement, but we know he’s ballin. Iphone’s are not cheap.)
He said, “let’s hit Japan,
If we can make ‘em jam,
We can make a hundred grand, (100 G? I’m sayin I’m on this flight too.)
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further.” I jumped,
Grabbed my go-yard trunk,
Got ready to ‘walk it out,’ like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks.
That’s when I heard Murder
You’re killin me, you’re fillin me
With sorrow, sunrise, “goobye”’s,
And “missin you tomorrow”’s.
I turn to see my dream
Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry.
I drop my bags in a flash- (This cat really cares about his girl, I mean, he’s droppin 100 grand to stay at home with his girl. I’m out the door. Unless he can make his money that fast and easy.)
That’s faster one A-T on that dash-er,
To dry your tears.
And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er,
Use the dame who’s the username to all my pass-words.
The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er, (Who the hell is Ivan Jasper? Yeah looked it up. This cat created the boomerang Plane. That’s pretty damn fly. Great knowledge drop Lupe.
I even keep your picture in my pass-purt.
(love love)

{Chorus}

Let’s go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brasil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 2]

So let’s keep it, real,
All in’t together, “free chill!”
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie, on the reel.
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills,
Lean back in my first-class seat, and sleep.
Don’t wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats.
I tell my fans who I am and they stand and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God. (That’s pretty damn fly when people clappin and cheering for you when they don’t what the hell your sayin.
“O’scadie sama’desta” or maybe “au revoir,” (Alright, I know I butchered it, but the first phrase is a Japanese saying that like “Thank you”. So he just said “Thank’s Im gone!” Classic. )
“A spree on Saint Henry,” then back to Charles de Galle. (It’s pretty cool how he stay’s in the French talk and brings up Saint Henry. Do you know where Saint Henri is? Canada. Quebec. Strong French language in this neighborhood. Any clue what Charles de Galle is? This is an airport. Like, how much knowledge can you drop in one short simple knowledge without it being main factor? And this is a commercial song. I have so much respect for Lupe at this point. This dude is like Let’s go shopping in Quebec and hop back on the airplane after we have left Tokyo. Like damn. Lyricism.

So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been,
And, everything that I done, and,
Tell her that she’s the one, and, um.

*(But here’s my question, did she go on the flight with him? Is she with him on these trips? Like this is confusing now. Wait… Am I missing something?)

{Chorus}

Let’s go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brasil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 3]

Uh.
Guess who’s back in the, house,
With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth.
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you
In my dreams, ‘fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep. (So I’m guessing that he did not take her with him. How come the hook is wherever I go she goes then?” Did he just say what he did earlier in his mind? What could’ve been after he dropped his bags?”)
I swear you’re lookin prettier than ever,
It’s got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more.
For better or, less or poor, all worth the wait in buried treasure
X’s on the shore.
I know my world tour’s like war to you,
But Ian said, “Aloha,” and Harley said, “Cheers!”
Julian said, “Bonjour!,” Big O was like “Yeahhhhh!” (This is a great example of a melting pot. And everyone together. That’s tight.
Amanda and Lemessie want to know when we goin there.
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international play-boys and play-yas.
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness, (Wait… this makes me think he just playing with us now. Like rewind and fast forward through the rap. Makes me think about Jay-z’s lyrics that say something like (I give you the story, you fill it in.
She said, “Pursue your interests, ’cause even If
I’m ticketless, I’ll be there, by your side,
In your heart and, on your mind.”
So, as I taxi down another runway,
I Gotcha, who loves you ‘bay?
Now bring it back, now, uh. (Ah…. The fast forward and rewind was true. Classic. I can already tell im going to play this song out.

{Chorus}

Let’s go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brasil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

Wherever I go sheeeeeee gooooes.
Wherever I go sheeeeeeeeeeeee goooooooes.

*This was a pretty fly rap. It gets major kudos. So on my rating scale.

It gets 2 thumbs up. Not only does it have commercial appeal, Lupe doesn’t leave his gans in the dust to be talking about a girl the entire time. He drops knowledge.

Let me use some special symbol. 2 Bikes out of 2 Bikes. He’s pedaling away with the game.

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Welcome to the Blog

So I start off by saying welcome. Welcome to the blog. The Show. Primetime. There’s an assortment of names I could call it, but I rather stop there. The reason for the blog is quite simple… I think the life I live is quite interesting. Things that are weird always happen to me. If not me… They happen to my buddies.

So lately I have been working long hours at the IT Help Desk here at K-State and I haven’t had much time to hang out with the boys. Like every other day someone is calling me up to cut their hair. It’s ridiculous. I get off work from the IT Help Desk and “David” is at my door waiting to get his hair cut. So of course I cut his hair and he’s grateful but insults me at the same time. He’s like… “I should just keep getting edge-ups from you until Spring Break when I get to go back home and go to a barber.”…. Am I not the barber that just cut your hair making you look better than you did when you came in? Really? Lucky I didn’t give you a huge forehead. Seriously.

The part that gets me is that it started an epidemic of everybody black (and white) that I knew asking me to cut their hair. I had people scheduling with me to get their haircut 9 times in 3 days. Yes, I have improved and occasionally enjoy cutting hair, but it’s not the reason why I exist. My boys hadn’t even talked to me much this semester. I was pretty much out of the loop on every piece of gossip. This was the crew I was basically number 2 on. So disappointing.

Anyways, after I finish cutting Jamison’s hair he invites me to the boys’ house. So after I watch a movie with my roommate, (Step up 2… Will write on this) I was so prepared to drink a lil and let go at the House of Texas. I get to the house and there is an older “Mature” lady standing at the door and I swear that she’s probably beating on the door to have the boys turn the music down. I beat on the door and they open it up and she starts dancing into the house. My thought? WTF is this?! She says “I’m Kate’s mother.” I’m like “Who the hell is Kate?” But I never say this. Saying something like that in this house full of cheerleaders, top groupies, and many of their “Foine” friends… Is a sure way of being ostracized. I’d never meet a new gorgeous girl at a party to take back to my crib for the rest of my collegiate life.

I’m completely dumbfounded at this point. Like what the hell am I supposed to say to somebodies momma? The lady was old. She didn’t look her age… a little younger… but it wasn’t like she wasn’t push that good ‘ol 50 years old status. Makes me sick. Kate’s mom was cool as hell though. Sippin on water and not asking many obtrusive questions. I look over my shoulder and find another mom though. Why oh why is Jamison let this mom drop it like it’s hot? This woman is backing him up on the wall like Shaq would post up Jason Kidd. It was horrible. Don’t forget… this kid had a smile on his face. I swear that I must be dreaming. They couldn’t have just stopped and be like… for now on we invite all women of age to our house just to lighten up the party. That would be some bullshit.

I’m walking around with my make shift cherry limeade Bacardi drink feelin like a king. The woman gets off BJ and comes to talk to me. She say’s “I’m Kara’s mom. Do you know Kara?” I’m like “Yeah, I kick with her every now and then. She’s cool.”‘Ol girl’s mom looks over at me and is like….”Why do all the black guys know my daughter? Is she a jersey chaser? I wasn’t a jersey chaser, but if I met guys like you in my day I would be. You are very cute. Quite sexy.” She then proceeds to talk about her “onion” booty and how she and her daughter are alike… So wrong. I will take pictures next time shit like this happens. But as she’s getting into asking me whether I like mature women, Kara finally comes to get her mom… fully embarrassed. Now I will never forget Kara or her mother. But to you… what would you actually do if in my situation or Kara or Kate? I just know this for Damn Sure… I would never party with my mom. Never.