By: Safety Guy

Safety Guy — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 07:59:36 +0000

Bitch, i’d like to fuck you so hard that your tongue melts!

By: Will Dukes

Will Dukes — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 23:44:14 +0000

friend,
i was initially going to leave you a much longer screed here, discussing how the aforementioned t-pain’s masterful “i’m in luv with a stripper” is very much moving the black feministing mvt (or at least approximating healthy relations btwn negroes and negresses in 2005, thus serving as a beacon amidst the murk, and, in turn, imagining a better world for our children) more than quasi-conscious tunez like, say, “me or the papes,” which is something i haven’t thought about in years, like napster. but in any case, i think as much is pretty obvious: no less a “prophet” than jeru’s unconditional love and respect is reserved for the “queens,” as opposed to da bitchez, who are, apparently, much more common.
it, however, bears questioning: when and where, in hip-hop, do these “queens” occur? in other words, why don’t rappers record songs mostly describing attributes of said faceless “queens” (if they really feel that way) rather than those of the inevitably classicist (and despised), babymama/slut construct, so at odds with our still-anonymous “queens” that these half-baked, patronizing records purport to celebrate? (“me or the papes” glorifies blk women in much the same way ’80’s, made-for-tv, black history bio-pics “glorified” the black, civil rights leaders, who usually ended up starring in minor roles–at the expense of some YT reporter covering the scene–in films that were supposed to be about them in the first place.) could it be that jeru or mc get-busy, both informed by our everfuckingly patriarchal, amerikkan social order, purposely (or, better yet, subconsciously) uphold an ideal of this inanimate, holymother/water-bearer, so as to more comfortably surmise that da bitchez ain’t shit? (after all, if your auras don’t scream “queen,” for which we have no terrestrial equal, than you are all surely bitchez, no?) almost no one is extraordinary or, for that matter, interesting. and with that said, what we have with hip-hop is a failure to except blk women on their own, often homespun terms.
which is why “i fell in luv with a stripper” is the jawn. t-pain’s desirable stripper is, more or less, one of da bitchez. yet he feels no shame, despite the fact that mike jones is also present and–remember!–he’s decidedly sober, and is staring at said stripper’s ass; to jones there exist goddesses and bitchez. t-pain, however, equates this dancer’s body to that of a goddess, thus superimposing the holy/otherworldy onto the profane/pedestrian, while acknowledging her as a very tangible woman, worthy of his luv. and while he recognizes that all blk women aren’t strippers, hence the song’s self-conscious title, as opposed to the stripes-esque “i fell in love with a girl,” t-pain knows that some are. ultimately t-pain rejects the concept of the “queen,” because clearly he’d rather luv, however prematurely, somebody’s daughter/girl/mother/niece/ sister/aunt/maid than surreptitiously hate via an ideal that doesn’t exist.
Also: RE: blacklove . . .
“i flow for chicks wishin’/ they ain’t have to strip to pay tuition/ i see your vision, mama” >>>>>> “brown skin lady” in its entirety.
true story.
dear j-shep,
i regret that i missed you on the evening of dec 11th. i hope you can assist me in obtaining remy ma’s press/contact info.
will dukes
new york, ny
january 9 in the year of our lord 2006

By: lynne

lynne — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 16:58:00 +0000

wow. you went very deeply into the meaning of this song. i suppose in the ’06 i have to start analyzing the music i listen to far more complexly. thanks.

By: lynne

lynne — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 16:56:37 +0000

wow…you went very deep into this song. now i have to start looking at what i listen to differently.

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