Let's Talk

Can we talk for a minute?
I wanna let you get all up in it
Yea all up in my mind
as our thoughts intertwince
Just me and you
But it's more than just talk with you
those words reach the depth of my soul
making me wanna lose control
mind stimulate that's how a good convo goes
not just stroking my ego
but keepig me on my toes
Keepings me wanting more, oh boy, don't you know
Never a bore
Always leave me wanting more

so yeah....Let's Talk


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I Got Winners

Gianni Lee (CEO of Babylon Cartel) and DJ Ricochet team up to present who they feel have "winners" in hip-hop. Mixtape features exclusive solo tracks from both artist as well as mash-ups (provided by DJ Ricochet) combining Chill Moody and J.Cole. LYRICS, LYRICS, LYRICS.


Babylon Cartel x DJ Ricochet Present: Chill Moody x J.Cole "I Got Winners

mixtape download link: http://bit.ly/a7DNpT


@giannilee
@djricochet_03
@chillmoody
@jcolenc
#igotwinners

http://www.chillmoody.com/
http://www.babyloncartel.com/


below, video of Chill Moody's 93' Until freestyle from the mixtape and his dead presidents freestyle.

93' Until:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPj_5HX0JSA


Dead Presidents:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FE-8ALE-P





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A GREAT QUOTE from one of my Faves

If they burn a book have no worries. The book will feel NO pain so neither should you! True destruction of the Quran cannot be done with fire; it is destroyed when we fail to remember & practice its lessons in our daily lives. If this occurs then it is ANOTHER fire that you should truly be concerned about!

-Lupe Fiasco


Thank you Mr. Lupe Fiasco! A girl was sorta kinda feelin some type of way over here, and in the end, I know they will be held accountable for their actions. Thanks for putting it in words.

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In Loving Memory of Brian B-Nice Jones

Wanted to share a video of my brother I created and a poem that my sister wrote in his memory. We love you forever Brian, never will be forgotten.



Brian Deon Jones





7/19/89 to 8/12/08

Brother:
We can't begin to tell you the pain that we feel
At times we ask ourselves is this real
Not seeing you brighten up our day
Let us know that this is God's way
Times like this we cry, asking God "why"
This had to happen to you
Even though there's still two:
There was no other brother like you

Written by: Mikasha

Love:

Mikasha, Brittany, Natasha, Niesha



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Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, You're Far Too Kind

I was listening to Jay-Z (of course), I really like what he says in Verse 3 of Thank You. It’s a real statement about what happened to the first responders at 9/11, a clever way to compare how Jay-Z has “killed” (translation: defeated) his competition slowly, just as 9/11 did to the first responders.

“I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help

And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell

Cuz not only did they brick they put a building up as well

They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell

Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled

Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell

Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills

N***** thought they was ill found out they was...ELLLLL”

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Chocolate How Do I Heart Thee?

This is just something off the top of my head! So I put it on paper this time and decide to share! Enjoy!

Chocolate How Do I Heart Thee?

Dear Chocolate, I was just thinking about you,
And all the things to me you do,
Yummy, so rich so creamy,
Make me feel all warm and dreamy,
Milk chocolate has to be my fave treat,
It melts in my mouth, sometimes in my hands, so sweet,
I love the taste, I love the smell,
I can pinpoint it anywhere, I know my chocolate well,
Sometimes I eat it whole, sometimes bit by bit,
The flavor is my favorite, I try to savor it,
Cuz it’s good to the last drop,
I’d go Coo Coo in a Chocolate Shop,
My cravings for chocolate I can not control,
It started when I was young and it’s a must have now that I’m grown,
As I eat chocolate everyday,
I think about how I love it, and that will never go away.

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Tribute to Malcolm X

This is my tribute to Malcolm X.  I just put together my fave quotes and a couple of pics to show some B-Day love.  Enjoy!

"I believe in Islam. I am a Muslim and there is nothing wrong with being a Muslim, nothing wrong with the religion of Islam. It just teaches us to believe in Allah as the God. Those of you who are Christian probably believe in the same God, because I think you believe in the God Who created the universe. That's the One we believe in, the One Who created universe--the only difference being you call Him God and we call Him Allah. The Jews call Him Jehovah. If you could understand Hebrew, you would probably call Him Jehovah too. If you could understand Arabic, you would probably call Him Allah...."

"I am and always will be a Muslim. My religion is Islam."

"I am not a racist. I am against every form of racism and segregation, every form of discrimination. I believe in human beings, and that all human beings should be respected as such, regardless of their color."

"If we don't stand for something, we may fall for anything."

My Alma mater was books, a good library... I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.

"I believe in human rights for everyone, and none of us is qualified to judge each other and that none of us should therefore have that authority."

"I am neither a fanatic nor a dreamer. I am a black man who loves peace, and justice, and loves his people."

"All praise is due to Allah, the Lord of all the worlds."

Stumbling is not falling.

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Don’t Scowl by Chrisette Michele

I absolutely love Miss Chrisette Michele, I love her music and her voice, I'm telling you I can FEEL when she sings the music. She is truly a talented artist, and besides singing, she writes poetry.  This is a really good poem, and for those who may have missed it, as she included a special DVD with her last album, Epiphany, here it is.

Enjoy!

Don’t Scowl
A poem dedicated to my girls who suffer from A.B.W.S.

I say “hello”, you say “excuse me”.
Walk down you block, you don’t include me.
Shop for my shoes, order my food, you’re in a mood, you don’t pursue me.
Inspect my clothes, inspect my walk,
Inspect my hair, yes you peruse me.

Speak to my nature, speak to my life,
Speak to my soul
Please don’t abuse me.

Don’t scowl, my sister don’t scowl
Invite me, sister be proud.
Don’t pass me by, don’t brush my side
I need your smile sister don’t scowl

I’ll carry bags
Let’s shop together
Let go of the past
You can do better
I’ll lift you up, I’ll wipe your tears
What your ex neglected, I can repair.

So don’t scowl my sister I’m safe
Don’t scowl my sister
Don’t hate
Don’t pass me by, don’t brush my side
I need your smile sister,
Don’t scowl




Text by Chrisette Michele
© 2009 Published by Foray Music o/b/o itself, Four Kings Production, Inc. and Christte Michele Music (SESAC)


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Why Did you Make Me Black?

This is one of my favorite poems, it was recently just sent in an email to me from my friend, Quilla!  Thanks girl, now I am sharing it with everyone.  Enjoy.  One of my fave poems ever!


This is deep, so take your time.

Why Did You Make Me Black Lord ...
Lord ... Why did you make me black?
Why did you make someone
the world would hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes,
of grimy hands and feet...
Black is the color of darkness, of tired beaten streets....

Why did you give me thick lips,
a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you create someone
who receives the hated stare?
Black is the color of the bruised eye
when someone gets hurt...
Black is the color of darkness,
black is the color of dirt.

Why is my bone structure so thick,
my hips and cheeks so high?
Why are my eyes brown, and not the color of the sky?

Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin
and think I should be abused?

Lord, I just don't understand...
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me
and not know the person within?

Black is what people are 'Labeled'
when others want to keep them away...
Black is the color of shadows cast...
Black is the end of the day.

Lord you know my own people mistreat me,
and you know this just ain't right...
They don't like my hair, they don't like my
skin, as they say I'm too dark or too light!

Lord, don't you think
it's time to make a change?
Why don't you redo creation
and make everyone the same?

God's Reply:

Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black?

I made you in the color of coal
from which beautiful diamonds are
formed...
I made you in the color of oil,
the black gold which keeps people warm.

Your color is the same as the rich dark soil
that grows the food you need...
Your color is the same as the black stallion and
panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed!

All colors of the heavenly rainbow
can be found throughout every nation...
When all these colors are blended,
you become my greatest creation!

Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool,
such a beautiful creature is he....
I am the shepherd who watches them,
I will ALWAYS watch over thee!

You are the color of the midnight sky,
I put star glitter in your eyes...
There's a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain...
That's why your cheeks are so high!

You are the color of dark clouds
from the hurricanes I create in September...
I made your lips so full and thick,
so when you kiss...they will remember!

Your stature is strong,
your bone structure thick to withstand the
burden of time...
The reflection you see in the mirror,
that image that looks back, that is MINE!

So get off your knees,
look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness...
I made you in the image of ME!

A Reason, Season or Lifetime

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.




When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.



Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.



Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.



What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.



Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.



LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.



It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.



Thank you for being a part of my life,whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

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One Flaw In Women

wanted to share

One Flaw In Women

Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.


They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.

HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Please pass this along to all your women friends and relatives to remind them just how amazing they are.



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Please Don't Tell Martin by Bitter B

Please Don't Tell Martin
by Bitter B


Thank you Ms. Coretta for the grace, strength, and dignity that you displayed. Since your wonderful husband was assassinated by the bullets of fear and hate. You know they killed him because of their ignorance. Thank you for not allowing bitterness and anger to engulf your very existence.

Now that you are reunited with Martin tell him that they are stripping our rights away, day by day, but his fight was not in vain.

Tell him that although my generation glorifies drugs, debases black women in song, and calls us vulgar names - that his dream still remains.

Our men no longer celebrate our natural black beauty - we have to have long weaves, small waists, and big ole booties.

The videos are so degrading, they mirror soft porn. Us Blacks own television stations now, but that's all that's shown.

Tell Martin that my generation apologizes for its lack of respect for his legacy and the dormancy of our elders, we might as well call this the Civil Rights of Unmovement Era.

Tell him that although we as black people make more than we've ever seen, that we squander it on diamond clad teeth, 24 inch rims, and designer clothes due to our sagging self-esteem.

Tell Martin that our babies are growing up without fathers, while the mothers are catching buses just like he remembers. Our children take to the streets in droves, not to march or proclaim the injustice of this nation, but to pledge their gang affiliation. I can't rhyme to this next line. On any night thugs hang out while bullets ring out - not freedom. And yes we continue to be judged by the color of our skin by America but I wonder most about the lack of the content of our character.

Advise him that the grand-daughters of the Civil Rights era are making their money as strippers. The Grand-sons of the marchers are ignoring their sons and daughters and hanging and slangin' on corners. They're going to jail in mass numbers, not for protesting, marching, or defying racism, but because they commit illegal acts to gain materialism. Our children are making babies, ignoring education, committing felonious capers, I'd wish they'd read his Birmingham Jail Papers.

Tell Martin that those in the ghetto are not the only ones forgetting his dream. There are those who've forgotten where they came from because of a little cream. Who refuse to give back to the community, because their motto is 'More for me'. They've forgotten how to lend a helping hand, to help their fellow man - all the while thinking, 'If I can make it, they can'. Looking down without offering a leg up, getting on elevators with their noses up. Some of us are even republicans now, but that's a very exclusive black crowd. Striving to get to the top of the ladder, to make their pockets fatter - instead of doing something that truly matters. Leaving the 'hood' in droves and only moving back when Whites buy up all of the homes.

Tell Martin that we still like to dance and sing, but not Negro spirituals cuz we've got Beyonce grinding and shaking her thing. Ms. Coretta, this may hurt poor Martin the most - it just may seal the deal, we as a people don't attend church anymore. Cuz we've gotten a little education and found out that God wasn't real. For those of us who still believe, it makes us want to holla, we've got a pimp named Bishop and a Bishop named Dollar.

I don't know Ms. Coretta, maybe you'd better not tell Martin that for all that he's done to make us free, equal, and just - that we still migrate to the back of the bus. I'll bet looking down - he doesn't recognize us. We've forgotten how to march, protest, and vote - but be at the club, standing in line for hours - in the freezing cold. Sporting the latest gear; stilettos, hoochie clothes, teeth that's froze, and Tims - driving cars with less tire more rim. Dying to get in so that we can 'shake it fast', drop it like it's hot' - forgetting the respect and dignity that we were taught.

I neva' thought I'd think this thought, but please don't eva' give Martin your report. Ms. Coretta, maybe you should just avoid mentioning my generation all togetha'.

Bitter B
Released: January 31, 2006


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Chocolate is as Chocolate Does

Slowly I melt into your deep browns,
As you gaze deeply into mines,


Chocolate is as chocolate does......


Our eyes meets, we embrace and then the kiss,
I caught up in the passion in it,


Chocolate is as chocolate does.........


Chocolate kisses all over, yummy so sweet,
Falling into my chocolate, ready to go deep,


Chocolate is as chocolate does..........


Slowly law me down on his bed sheets,
As we become one until I fall asleep,


Chocolate is as chocolate does...........


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