Looks like I’ve got yet another cottage industry going here… custom art on record sleeves. I tell you, I may not be the greatest at this or the greatest at that, but you’re gonna be hard pressed to find a dude who’s done it in MORE games than me. If interested, hit me up at email@example.com before I’m totally worn out (and before the price goes up… i’m tired).
Some of y’all may have heard this before, but this is a joint I did a couple years ago with one of my favorite producers, DJ Paul Nice. Unfortunately right now I don’t know if this is ever going to get an official release, so here you go (Paul already put this out on the interwebs for public perusal, so i don’t think I’m violating by posting it up here). The Poughkeepsie King did a craaaazy nice job on this beat and it was an honor for me to get on it, so I just felt this needed to be heard by whoever never heard it. And Pauly, if you’re checking this post, I hope you’re doing okay. You’re a great talent, my man.
“My President is black/in fact he’s half white/So even in a racist’s mind, he’s half right/so if you got a racist mind it’s alright/My president is black but his house is all white
“Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk/ Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run/ Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly/So I’mma spread my wings/ You could meet me in the sky”
Yeah… you went in on this one, Hov. Best Jay-Z verse ever IMO (who cares if it was recycled as some are saying). And you never thought you’d see the day when I’d drop some Young Jeezy here on THAT REAL SCHITT. Well, this is not a normal day, my people. HISTORY.
This is not going to taste very good, i fear. This crow that’s been put on my platter to eat for supper… I’m not going to like this. Can somebody pass the Lawry’s at least please? Some salsa or chipotle perhaps? F–k it, I’ll eat the schitt raw. Congratulations, Cardinals… the better team won. Holy d–ksnots, the Cardinals are going to the Super Bowl. I think that’s even more amazing than a brotha going to the White House. For this one I must drop the following classic-
Tomorrow my beloved Philadelphia Eagles will invade University Of Phoenix Stadium to lay a colossal whuppin’ on the Arizona Cardinals in the NFC Championship Game and propel themselves into the Super Bowl (where they will then proceed to pop open another huge motor oil-sized can of azz whup on whoever represents the AFC, probably the Pittsburgh Steelers but it could be the B-More Ravens instead… who cares? They’re all just cannon fodder). In honor of this inevitable happening, I am dropping a couple of different mixes of Public Enemy‘s “By The Time I Get To Arizona” and also some of my favorite versions of the classic “By The Time I Get To Phoenix”. You’ve had a nice run, Redbirds, but it’s time to return to the reality that you and your miserable fans have been living like Bill Murray in “Groundhog Day” for the last 70 years or so. The reality of FAIL. Enjoy the music, and I’ll enjoy the victory cigar tomorrow night.
BTW, the PE song is so appropriate seeing that the day after the Eagles’ victory will be the King Holiday AND the day after that will be the inauguration of my president, Barack Obama. Two things I must add- one, on Monday, to celebrate the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King (and to just be a good person) I advise everyone out there who can do it to participate in a Day Of Service and volunteer your time somewhere in your community for a few hours. And two, to all the folks going to D.C. on Tuesday to get your revelry on, please keep it civil and wonderful and all that schitt. No drunken line dancing in the streets, please. This is gonna be a cool next few days.
BY THE TIME I GET TO PHOENIX-
Mighty Doug Haynes
The Gaylads (pause)
(special thanks to Willie Fugal, Reynaldo and my pals at Soulstrut for song suggestions)
I almost let this little interview slip through the cracks… conducted by that guy Drasar Monumental over at his Hip Hop Battlefield blog back in November 2008. You know how I do, just expounding on my beliefs about rhymes, beats and life. Not a real long read, so check it out when you get a minute and then when you get a few extra minutes check out the rest of the homie’s blog, it’s quite dope. Cool schitt to download, fly schitt to read… really nice.
BTW, the pic up above (which is also shown on the Hip Hop Battlefield interview) is indeed a snapshot of ya boy Phill Most, back in my “Phantastic Philly Phill” days of 1984. First Stetson hat, first Cazals, first leather bomber. Lee jeans w/ permanent creases. Down with the Sureshot Two MC’s (me and my man MC Dazz from Bed Stuy). Those were the days, B!