Thursday, March 31, 2011

Vibe's Beat Street Blog



Hola vatos! ¿Cómo estás? If chu haven't been to the blog for a while, chu might not know that a few months back, we changed to a funky fresh format spotlighting the Puerto Rican b-boy sensation Paco Ramone's aniversario cuarto del siglo, the culture of su vida loca, and the chill pop-locking jams of the old skool and moderno breakdance scenes. Mi homies are gettin' our posse on Broadway to raise the profiles of all our radical blogs, so be sure to bookmark this crib, and bust a move to these tricky treats. Don't be illin', yo!

Boosterrific.com:

The Web's Number One Website of Booster Gold, the Corporate Crusader!

DC Bloodlines:

The Little Blog for the Lesser Known Universe

Diana Prince as the New Wonder Woman:

Figuring the Amazing Amazon out one "Bold New Direction" at a time.

Firestorm Fan:

The Source for DC Comics' Nuclear Man

The Idol-Head of Diabolu:

A Blog for J'Onn J'Onzz, the Manhunter from Mars

The Indigo Tribe:

Green Lantern Reviews & Commentary

Justice League Detroit:

Vibe! Vixen! Gypsy! Steel! Zatanna! Men Aquatic, Elongated & Batty!

Power of the Atom:

Sometimes the Sword of a Tiny Titan, other times saluting the Quantum Captain.

Speed Force:

Following the Flash, the Fastest Man Alive

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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Boom Box: "How ya like me now: by Kool Moe Dee



I throw my tape on
And I watch ya
Three second later
I got ya shakin' your head
Dancin' instead of sittin'
The rhymes kick
The beats hittin' you
Just like a home run
Slammin' like a slam dunk
Riding the wave that James Brown gave funk
It happened to James like it happened to me
How you think I feel to see another MC
Gettin' paid usin' my rap style
And I'm playn' the background meanwhile
I ain't with that
You can forget that
You took my style
I'm takin' it back
I'm come back like "Return of the Jedi"
Sucker MC's in the place that said I
Could only rock rhymes
Only rock crowds
But never rock records

How ya like me now (x2)

Now brothers are riding me
Like a pony
I'm no phony
I'm the only real micaroni
Playin' the mic like it's supposed to be played
New jacks,you all shoulda stayed out of the business
What is this,amateur night at the Apollo?
Get off this stage,I'm in a rage
I'm like a lion that's been trapped in a cage
I'm the real king , rap is a jungle
I never understood,how could one go
To a party,watch me,stand around and jock me
Become a rapper,then try to rock me
Scheming like a demon,you're screamin' and dreamin'
I'm from the old school,I used to see men
Dies for less,but I'm not living that way
I'll let my mic do the talkin'
And let the music play

How ya like me now (x2)

Rap is an art
And I'm a Picasso
But of course
Why else would you try so
Hard to paint a picture, and try to get ya
Self in my shoes,but they won't fit ya
I'm bigger and better,forget about deffer
Every time I rocked the mic,I left a
Stain in your brain that will remain
Stuck in the back of your brain till you see me
Again,respect,I come correct
The rhymes I select are nothing short of
Vernacular's pure and I can insure
Life od death with my breath,my voice is a cure
I heal life from the words I spread
I'll make a sick man rock on his death bed
Sucker MC's , I'll make your girl say "ow"
She's jockin'

How ya like me now (x2)

It irked my nerve
When I heard
A sucker rapper that I know I'll serve
Run around town sayin' he is the best
Is that a test?
I'm not impressed
Get real,you're nothin' but a toy
Don't ya know I'll serve that boy
Just like a waiter
Hit'em with a place of
These fresh rhymes and
Make sure that he
Pays the bill,and leave him standin' still
When he's had enough,hit him with a refil
And for dessert it won't be no ice cream
I'm just gonna splatter and shatter his pipe dream
Make him feel the wrath,beat him and laugh
Then when I finish them,I'm gonna ask him
Who's the bests,and if he don't say Moe Dee
I'll take my whip and make him call himself Toby
Put him on punishment just like a child,then ask

How ya like me now

Whip him good,then I'll make him sweat
Talkin' about battles and never had a battle yet
But if we ever did
How could you beat me
You're so petrified
Even scared to meet me
My word's the law
That's why you don't beef
You're nothing but a punk,track star,and a thief
So I'm puttin' you on punishment
Just like a child
Never touch another mic

How ya like me now (x2)

I could continue
There's more on the menu
But relax 'cos I'm so far in you
You had enough
I know you're overstuffed
If I keep going
You'll be throwin' up
Old rhymes I used to say
Back in the day
When you used to me
To my parties and pay
Nobody's ever gonna rack me
This I vow
So all I wanna say is

How ya like me now (X2)

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Sunday, March 20, 2011
How to Pop and Lock With Adam Sevani and Jon Chu



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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Barrio Review: "D.C. Cab" (1983)



I remember watching this movie as a kid at a dollar cinema in 1984. The opening "Star Wars" riffing trawl and the spooky night sequence drew me right in, until the comedy stylings of Charlie Barnett completely sold me. Further, this was the inspirational story of a Vietnam vet and his dead buddy's son turning around a bottom-feeding cab company. How could you lose with such a fantastic ensemble of luminaries like Max "Wojo" Gail, Mr. T., Paul Rodriguez, Whitman "Grady" Mayo, Bill Maher, and the Barbarian Brothers?

In 1984 with an idiot kid, you couldn't. In 2009? Big, big loss.

Written by a Joel Schumacher early in his direcing career and likely trying to recapture the magic of Carwash, D.C. Can is a monstrosity. A painfully young Adam Baldwin headlined the weak thread of a main story, while oversized TV and comedy club entertainers were expected to ad-lib their way to a funny movie. That expectation does not pan out, resulting instead in relentlessly obnoxious mugging for the camera. Falling back on the most tired of formulas, the movie drifts from one random episode into another until wrapping things up with everyone banding together to save our imperiled hero. There's lots of cursing, and an obligatory nude scene, capping D.C. Cab as the epitome of bad 1980s distractions that masquerade as humor.

All in all, the flick isn't completely worthless. Gary Busey has some good bits, while a young Marsha "Roz" Warfield offers both a solid dramatic performance and *gasp* some sex appeal. Scream Queen Jill Schoelen at 19 should have guys my age panting, and the soundtrack is surprisingly good. The movie, while still garbage, doesn't so much stab you in the eye as lap lazily against you. If you can allow yourself to passively idle on the beach along the vast ocean of 80s mediocrity, you could discard a small piece of your life with this flick. Otherwise, it should be avoided at all costs.

Speaking of the soundtrack, Irene Cara makes a cameo, and offers a memorable tune over the closing credits, "The Dream (Hold On To Your Dream...)"



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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Vibe on Justice League Unlimited



Every appearance! Word!

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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Lowrider Favoritez: "Jungle Fever" by The Chakachas
Written By: Bill Ador
Released: 1972
Album: Jungle Fever
Single?: Reached #8 on Billboard

The Chakachas were Latin soul studio musicians out of Belgium whose string of charting European singles began in the late 1950s. However, in the States they're generally regarded as one hit wonders from this funk hit.



Translated Lyrics:

Oh-- oh, what a fever.

No. No. No. Ahh-- Aiii...

Like that-- like that-- like that-- ahhhh!

Softly-- no--no-- no-- yes...

There!

Ai! No! More!

Keep going! Tell me!

No!

Softly!

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Posted by Diabolu at 12:00 AM

Sunday, March 20, 2011
Boom Box: "Nobody Move" by Eazy-E (featuring MC Ren)
Released: 1988
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Single?: No.



Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
[Believe that, boy]
You're strapped?
[Yeah, you know it]
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
[Yeah, shoot any goober that moves]

*pow*
["Alright everybody..."]

This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin butt
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now I'm about
to commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a old fart man
Pump his bum in the head, and take his gun
so me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no interlopers could see
and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the stuff
and no sucker ass colored persons' gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so

Chorus:

["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow*
(repeat 4X)

[Alright, anybody move and I'll blow yo fornicating head off]

Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the waxed floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you wild and crazy guys away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin all you stupid ignoramuses' money
Peepin at a mademoiselle cause my phallus' on hard
Laughin at the dumb crumb security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the poindexter's a nerd
But back to the fairer sex I'm peepin
and then untie the lady of the evening, so I can start creepin
Took her to the backroom, about to masturbate
Cold trailed the senorita, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest mammaries that a person of color ever saw
I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the "lady" had a penis!
I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
[What I thought was a female, was nothing but a man]
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
because this is one homosexual that I had to hurt, so

[Chorus]

[I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot]

Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
cause I don't give a care, I take traveler's checks
Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
[Three mother loving police starin at me; what to do now?]
Hurry up and get on
Alright, tell me, who hit the gosh darn alarm?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
or else five of ya folks are comin with me
[Police: Alright, Alright, come out negroids, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in]
Skunk you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
and don't give a heck and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
and take some vagina along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
but I smoked his buttocks before he got to the door
[Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!]
[MC Ren: You're a stupid poopyhead tryin' to run
now ya dead as Elizabeth Taylor tryin' to race a gun]
[Police: Alright, this is the last chance to get off your booty
or else the tear gas is about to blast]
I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
to a h-e-double-hockey-sticks of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fritzed up, the doody was smokin
with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped
at point blank range, by a jaywalking cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
cause an African-American like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the thingy wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is

Chorus

[Gangster: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards]

[Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again]


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Sunday, March 20, 2011
2001 Aaliyah Album Comic Book Ad


Added Bonus: The advertised single, "We Need A Resolution" by Aaliyah (featuring Timbaland)

Written By: Tim Mosley & Steve Garrett
Released: 2001
Album: Aaliyah
Single?: Yes-- A minor hit.



[Verse - 1]
Did you sleep on the wrong side?
I'm catching a bad vibe
And it's contagious, What's the latest?
Speak your heart, Don't bite your tongue
Don't get it twisted, Don't misuse it
What's your problem?
Lets resolve it
We can solve it, What's the causes?
It's official, You got issues
I got issues, but I know I miss you

[Chorus - 1]
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Who should be blamed?
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Who should be ashamed?
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Will we remain?
You need a resolution, I need a resolution,
We need a resolution, We have so much confusion.

[Verse - 2]
I want to know: Where were you last night?
I fell asleep on the couch, I thought we were going out
I want to know: Were your fingers broke?
If you had let me know, I wouldn't have put on my clothes
I want to know: Where'd you go instead?
Cause it was 4 in the morning, When you crept back in the bed
I want to know: What was in your head?
Or what was in my head? Am I supposed to change?

[Chorus - 2]
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Who should be blamed?
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Who should be ashamed?
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? And will we remain?
You need a resolution, I need a resolution,
We need a resolution, We have so much confusion.

Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? and who should be blamed?
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Who should be ashamed?
Am I supposed to change? Are you supposed to change?
Who should be hurt? Will we remain?
You need a resolution, I need a resolution,
We need a resolution, We have so much confusion.

[Bridge - Aaliyah]
Baby let me know, You'll let me know (I will)
You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will)
You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will)
You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will)
You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will)
You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will)
You'll let me know, You'll let me know (I will)

[Rap - Timbaland]
Girl holla!!
You give me bits and pieces
You tryna blame me when I don't even know the reason
I think it's just the season, Maybe the month, Maybe the building
Now tell me what's the reason? Snoop video? Looks are deceiving
So, cut the crying, Cut the coughing, Cut the weazing, Girl
Quit the blaming, Cut the naming, Cut the sleeping, Girl
I think you need some prayer, Better call the deacon, Girl
So, get your act right or else we won't be speaking, Girl
So, what's it gonna be? Freaky, freaky... Me and you?
Or is it gonna be who blames who?
I'm tired of these things, I'm tired of these scars
I think I'm gonna get me a drink, I'll call you tomorrow

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4 comments:

The Irredeemable Shag said...

I swear, I don't even know why I bother coming to this site anymore. Every day I stop by hoping to find a post on Reverb/Hardline (Armando), but it's always about his brother Paco!

I realize you got some kinda man-crush on Vibe, but how about representing his brother some! Vibe was Justice League Detroit. C'mon, that team was a joke! Reverb was Conglomerate all the way, baby! REPRESENT!

The Irredeemable Shag

Diabolu said...

Holy crap. I never realized I may have to cross over with Boosteriffic over the Conglomerate. Your wish and my nightmare granted.

Boosterrific said...

A Conglomerate crossover is a great idea! Paco, tell Reverb/Hardline or whatever codename your brother is using these days to take a break from running his club and give me a call. I'll see if I can't dig up Echo and we'll have a ball.

Diabolu said...

Ohh god... Echo? This just keeps getting worse. Now I'm going to have the taste of early Tony Daniel in my mouth all night...