Our very own Brew Dude, “Ask a Cash,” has hidden talent, aside from telling chicks they ain’t all that, Boo Boo. Turns out… he’s got quite a view on one of the many ills plaguing our community. Check out his latest work, titled “Get Off.”

Get Off

We escaped Pharaoh, and made it through the mist of the wilderness,
Defied every odd and made them all sit and witness it,
Learned to read and write when we were struggling to be free,
Have our shows, they thought we’d never be on TV,
Did naturally what they needed training to master,
Covered our pain and sorrow with the healing of laughter,
Broke records in a field as segregated as golf,
Watched them emulate our style, mimic the “cool” way we walk,
And we’ve touched every field from doctor to astronomer,
Lawyer, chemist, broker, even called us “Your Honor”,
And the President? We did that. Even some of them love rap,
But if you want me to be real, I still don’t understand that,
With all that we’ve done and accomplished, go figure,
We still think it’s okay to call another man a “nigger”,
And pull triggers on brothers in a request to be thugs,
Wanting to own your own label, meantime you sell drugs,
I’d love to gather you up, maybe I’ll say you’ve won the lotto,
Tie you and bleach your skin and blame it all on vitiligo,
Cause you’re part of the problem, you’re batting for the other team,
I mean, don’t be deceived thinking that because a dream,
Has been fulfilled that it’s all over, weights still on our shoulders,
And we will never get over as long as we let that word mold us,
And we created trends, why not? Abolish the word and plot,
Our own destiny outside of what you hear in hip-hop,
Cause bigots don’t die, but they’re dying of laughter,
Every time we use the word, time to change this chapter,
And recognize that, with all that we’ve done, we’ve done nothing,
Mentally shacked, going nowhere but running,
Cause “ghetto fabulous” is mainstream mediocre,
And until we stop using it, we’re never gonna get over,
And that’s “keeping it real”, by definition in fact,
If you want to get off something, then “nigga”, get off that…

*snaps snaps*

General Motors has run outta gas on its Saturn line. Penske Automotive Group had agreed to buy the Saturn unit, but Penske announced today that it’s a wrap on that plan. As part of the original deal, GM would keep making the top-selling Saturn models for a year and a half. Penske would then sell the cars on GM’s behalf. The deal would have kept 13,000 people working.

But… Penske yanked the deal, citing concerns about supplies after GM stopped making the cars. So, GM will end the brand and its 350 dealerships across the country.

Another one bites the dust!

Our very own Brew Dude, “Ask a Cash,” has hidden talent, aside from telling chicks they ain’t all that, Boo Boo. Turns out… he’s got quite a view on one of the many ills plaguing our community. Check out his latest work, titled “Get Off.”

Get Off

We escaped Pharaoh, and made it through the mist of the wilderness,
Defied every odd and made them all sit and witness it,
Learned to read and write when we were struggling to be free,
Have our shows, they thought we’d never be on TV,
Did naturally what they needed training to master,
Covered our pain and sorrow with the healing of laughter,
Broke records in a field as segregated as golf,
Watched them emulate our style, mimic the “cool” way we walk,
And we’ve touched every field from doctor to astronomer,
Lawyer, chemist, broker, even called us “Your Honor”,
And the President? We did that. Even some of them love rap,
But if you want me to be real, I still don’t understand that,
With all that we’ve done and accomplished, go figure,
We still think it’s okay to call another man a “nigger”,
And pull triggers on brothers in a request to be thugs,
Wanting to own your own label, meantime you sell drugs,
I’d love to gather you up, maybe I’ll say you’ve won the lotto,
Tie you and bleach your skin and blame it all on vitiligo,
Cause you’re part of the problem, you’re batting for the other team,
I mean, don’t be deceived thinking that because a dream,
Has been fulfilled that it’s all over, weights still on our shoulders,
And we will never get over as long as we let that word mold us,
And we created trends, why not? Abolish the word and plot,
Our own destiny outside of what you hear in hip-hop,
Cause bigots don’t die, but they’re dying of laughter,
Every time we use the word, time to change this chapter,
And recognize that, with all that we’ve done, we’ve done nothing,
Mentally shacked, going nowhere but running,
Cause “ghetto fabulous” is mainstream mediocre,
And until we stop using it, we’re never gonna get over,
And that’s “keeping it real”, by definition in fact,
If you want to get off something, then “nigga”, get off that…

*snaps snaps*

Our very own Brew Dude, “Ask a Cash,” has hidden talent, aside from telling chicks they ain’t all that, Boo Boo. Turns out… he’s got quite a view on one of the many ills plaguing our community. Check out his latest work, titled “Get Off.”

Get Off

We escaped Pharaoh, and made it through the mist of the wilderness,
Defied every odd and made them all sit and witness it,
Learned to read and write when we were struggling to be free,
Have our shows, they thought we’d never be on TV,
Did naturally what they needed training to master,
Covered our pain and sorrow with the healing of laughter,
Broke records in a field as segregated as golf,
Watched them emulate our style, mimic the “cool” way we walk,
And we’ve touched every field from doctor to astronomer,
Lawyer, chemist, broker, even called us “Your Honor”,
And the President? We did that. Even some of them love rap,
But if you want me to be real, I still don’t understand that,
With all that we’ve done and accomplished, go figure,
We still think it’s okay to call another man a “nigger”,
And pull triggers on brothers in a request to be thugs,
Wanting to own your own label, meantime you sell drugs,
I’d love to gather you up, maybe I’ll say you’ve won the lotto,
Tie you and bleach your skin and blame it all on vitiligo,
Cause you’re part of the problem, you’re batting for the other team,
I mean, don’t be deceived thinking that because a dream,
Has been fulfilled that it’s all over, weights still on our shoulders,
And we will never get over as long as we let that word mold us,
And we created trends, why not? Abolish the word and plot,
Our own destiny outside of what you hear in hip-hop,
Cause bigots don’t die, but they’re dying of laughter,
Every time we use the word, time to change this chapter,
And recognize that, with all that we’ve done, we’ve done nothing,
Mentally shacked, going nowhere but running,
Cause “ghetto fabulous” is mainstream mediocre,
And until we stop using it, we’re never gonna get over,
And that’s “keeping it real”, by definition in fact,
If you want to get off something, then “nigga”, get off that…

*snaps snaps*

You really have to be some dummy to go at Jay-Z these days. I guess Teddy Penderassdown realized the err of his ways and is attempting to get back in Mr. Carter’s good graces over a Drake beat. Take a listen…

You’ll recall Mr. Pain went on a little eff Jay-Z rant recently:

“Jay-Z is 59 years-old so I don’t think he has the right to say what’s good and what’s not. I mean if anybody’s dead, it should be him. That’s just me. Now I just want to clarify, if there are any Jay-Z fans in the house, excuse the fuck out of me. But you don’t hear me saying that rap is dead. Even though it is because apparently all the rappers are trying to do T-Pain.”

In the 3rd verse, Pain addresses the Jigga incident:

“Alright, so let’s talk about the Jay shit. Some days I wish that I ain’ t never say shit and Diddy said ain’t no excuse for what I did but I felt like he was knocking the same shit that feeds my kids.”

“But by all means, don’t take this as a diss or hatin’, I just wanna explain my side of the situation, so if you knew just how much respect that I had, you’d know I’m a real nigga when I say, “My bad.”

This makes me wanna cue up the video when Young Buck cried for Fiddy’s forgiveness.

General Motors has run outta gas on its Saturn line. Penske Automotive Group had agreed to buy the Saturn unit, but Penske announced today that it’s a wrap on that plan. As part of the original deal, GM would keep making the top-selling Saturn models for a year and a half. Penske would then sell the cars on GM’s behalf. The deal would have kept 13,000 people working.

But… Penske yanked the deal, citing concerns about supplies after GM stopped making the cars. So, GM will end the brand and its 350 dealerships across the country.

Another one bites the dust!

General Motors has run outta gas on its Saturn line. Penske Automotive Group had agreed to buy the Saturn unit, but Penske announced today that it’s a wrap on that plan. As part of the original deal, GM would keep making the top-selling Saturn models for a year and a half. Penske would then sell the cars on GM’s behalf. The deal would have kept 13,000 people working.

But… Penske yanked the deal, citing concerns about supplies after GM stopped making the cars. So, GM will end the brand and its 350 dealerships across the country.

Another one bites the dust!

The salaries for the cast of one of the most vapid ‘reality’ shows have been published… I want to drop an effing anvil on my head so I can make the same! All they do is blink and stare at each other. I CAN DO THAT, I CAN SOOO DO THAT!!! HELLLOOO!! Call me! Life is so easy for the young blond and severely dumb…

Lauren Conrad – $125,000 per episode (her contract also stated that nobody on The Hills could make more than her)
Kristin Cala-mari – $90,000 per episode
Heidi Montag – $100,000 per episode
Audrina Dimwitshername – $100,000 per episode
Lo Bosworth – $100,000 per episode
Spencer Pratt – $65,000 per episode
Brody Jenner – $45,000 per episode

Story at the Daily Beast

States are cracking down on cell phone use while driving. In Maryland, texting while driving becomes illegal tomorrow. If your lifestyle is too fast-paced to simply focus on driving while you drive, then check out Vlingo.

Vlingo is a voice-activated service that allows mobile users to press a button and simply talk their text messages, Google searches and even Facebook status updates. It works really well and, over time, the system even learns your voice. Vlingo works on Windows Mobile phones, iPhones, Blackberries and Nokia phones. Basic use is free but if you want to upgrade to sending texts and e-mail, you will have to pay for the app. It beats getting bailed out or getting a ticket though!

If paying for an app isn’t your thing, then check out DriveSafe.ly. It’s a free app that reads your emails and texts in real time.

Or you could just put your hands on the wheel and actually drive!

Sigh… oh well. There goes that Common fantasy.

You really have to be some dummy to go at Jay-Z these days. I guess Teddy Penderassdown realized the err of his ways and is attempting to get back in Mr. Carter’s good graces over a Drake beat. Take a listen…

You’ll recall Mr. Pain went on a little eff Jay-Z rant recently:

“Jay-Z is 59 years-old so I don’t think he has the right to say what’s good and what’s not. I mean if anybody’s dead, it should be him. That’s just me. Now I just want to clarify, if there are any Jay-Z fans in the house, excuse the fuck out of me. But you don’t hear me saying that rap is dead. Even though it is because apparently all the rappers are trying to do T-Pain.”

In the 3rd verse, Pain addresses the Jigga incident:

“Alright, so let’s talk about the Jay shit. Some days I wish that I ain’ t never say shit and Diddy said ain’t no excuse for what I did but I felt like he was knocking the same shit that feeds my kids.”

“But by all means, don’t take this as a diss or hatin’, I just wanna explain my side of the situation, so if you knew just how much respect that I had, you’d know I’m a real nigga when I say, “My bad.”

This makes me wanna cue up the video when Young Buck cried for Fiddy’s forgiveness.

You really have to be some dummy to go at Jay-Z these days. I guess Teddy Penderassdown realized the err of his ways and is attempting to get back in Mr. Carter’s good graces over a Drake beat. Take a listen…

You’ll recall Mr. Pain went on a little eff Jay-Z rant recently:

“Jay-Z is 59 years-old so I don’t think he has the right to say what’s good and what’s not. I mean if anybody’s dead, it should be him. That’s just me. Now I just want to clarify, if there are any Jay-Z fans in the house, excuse the fuck out of me. But you don’t hear me saying that rap is dead. Even though it is because apparently all the rappers are trying to do T-Pain.”

In the 3rd verse, Pain addresses the Jigga incident:

“Alright, so let’s talk about the Jay shit. Some days I wish that I ain’ t never say shit and Diddy said ain’t no excuse for what I did but I felt like he was knocking the same shit that feeds my kids.”

“But by all means, don’t take this as a diss or hatin’, I just wanna explain my side of the situation, so if you knew just how much respect that I had, you’d know I’m a real nigga when I say, “My bad.”

This makes me wanna cue up the video when Young Buck cried for Fiddy’s forgiveness.