DuhDay&LifeOfAJapazilian.

I have long believed that part of our problem with resolving race issues in America is our inability to accurately name what we are. Aside from the occasional Johnny and Edgar Winter, there are no white people. Any child with a box of crayons can tell you that white people are, in fact, beige. The sickly ones are gray. Following this crayon logic, one can easily see that there are really no black people. They are brown. Or perhaps raw umber. Or maybe burnt sienna. Frankly, every time I hear someone comment on America’s first black president, I can’t help thinking, “No, he’s not. He’s more like caramel.” Which is why I think we should all get in the habit of calling each other what we really are. How can you racially slur a man by calling him “beigey” or “umber?” The answer is you can’t. Because that’s exactly what he is. The melanin doesn’t lie. Buy a box of Crayolas and see for yourself. We are all members of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Can I hear a kumbaya? ……………..in case you don’t know, a passage like so is always at the end of every show produced by Chuck Lorre. This one was in the credits of one of my favorite shows, Big Bang Theory. I couldn’t agree anymore.

November 24, 2009, 3:17pm

illdoc talking about Beanie’s over-stress of diss records and praying that Jay-Z will drop a diss towards Beanie and 50.

November 23, 2009, 10:41pm

fuckyeah-michaeljackson:

The patent for the Smooth Criminal lean shoes.

November 23, 2009, 10:41pm

Holy poop, my eyes feel droopy.

My dad is hating on tumblr, so if y’all can show some hate towards him…that would be awesome hilarious.

Tomorrow, I shall watch Big Bang Theory.

No work….and no school after tomorrow.

YUUUUUUUUP.

looks like I’m going to be saying that for awhile now. Thanks, Trey Songz…and the cool kids at my school.

November 23, 2009, 10:36pm

hotvvheels:

Mopars is Mondays

November 23, 2009, 10:31pm

abhor:

I forgot all about these bad muthafuckas. That vanilla joint.. woooo lawd.

Ewwww, Vanilla.

Everything else…….NOMNOMNONM

November 23, 2009, 10:30pm

williamliuser:

apples (:

doooooooooooope

November 23, 2009, 10:25pm

jolienoire:

rawenergy:(via burnfetish)

November 23, 2009, 10:24pm

ohhlei:

prostitutionisrevolution:

owlb0nes:

rick-ross:

lilwayne-:

andrewgoldstein:

put your hands up

November 23, 2009, 10:20pm

allhiphop:

Erick Sermon Feat. Redman - React

[Intro]
Just Blaze, yeah
Check me out now
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo,
Let me hear ya say
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c’mon
Where them dogs at

[Verse One: Erick Sermon]
Hey yo, I’m immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame, E-Dub’s the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I’m supurb, I’m fly
I should be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
(Hey yo, them tens, nigga)
I know, I keep ‘em clean though
Come through stormin’ the block like El Nino
Scoop up an Arabic chick before she close
She goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them Keith’s folks
Yeah, watch how the “E” locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They’re hoppin’ the turn style, the “E” goin’ wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I’m worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga

[1] - Whateva’ she said, then I’m that
If this here rocks to y’all, then react

Whateva’ she said, then I’m that
If this here rocks to y’all, then react

[Verse Two: Redman]
Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 Benz-buggy, puffy
Brick niggas get real ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain’t got nothin’ but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I’m the crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my lap keep me walkin’ awkward
While y’all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The mic, it’s hard to keep my paws off it
Yo’ bitch is my bitch when it’s over
No Cristal, I pulled up with King Cobra
Out in the Nova, don’t bother
My Nino Brown bust, it’ll shut down the corridor

[Repeat 1]

[Verse Three]
Hey yo Red, he’s over (Word?) with his shit right now
Watch this, told ya
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin’, I’m +Milk+
I’m that kid +Gizmo+, we “Top Billin’”
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it’s me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe

I got dogs in the backyard shittin’ their lawns
We got chickens ain’t leaving ‘till six in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the area
Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe with cowboys where they saddle at
Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, yo, R.E.D.
Crack cost money, but the “E” is free, yeah

[Repeat 1 until fade]

NBA Street Volume 2….YUUUUP.

November 23, 2009, 10:17pm

thedailywhat:

lolololol.

November 23, 2009, 10:16pm

What….duh…..fuh……oh rly, YoungBlaze?

November 23, 2009, 9:57pm

fuckyeahstrangefinds:

“WHO TALL ARE YOU” MIRROR

Are you mini like Kylie? Or a mountain like Hulk Hogan? Measuring your height with numbers is so last decade, we all gauge our heights by celebrity now darling. This tongue-in-cheek mirror lists 120 celebrities by height and guarantees to have people loitering in front of it trying to make themselves more James Dean instead of Ben Stiller. (Link)

November 23, 2009, 9:48pm

hunsonisgroovy:

Turntable clock

November 23, 2009, 9:46pm