It was fun while it lasted, but it seems that Unkut’s title as the “home of homophobia in the hip-hop blogopshere” has been brought to a close by the arrival of Rap Gaydar, a new blog which lets readers submit their favorite suspect lyric or photo. As I pass the proverbial torch over to the new kings of this fudge rap thing, it’s only right that I do one final drop on the topic of ‘up the coat’ rap – or in this case, rap that throws teh ghey’s under a bus.
Still as brilliant as when I posted it back in 2006. Lake covers a variety of important issues here, from ‘down-low’ dudes giving broads the germ to dudes turning sweet after being locked-up and how Lake doesn’t want them dude’s hanging around his kids. Say word. (more…)
P Brother‘s The Gas was the best rap album released in 2008. Yak Ballz is some third-rate Fondle ‘Em alumni who no one gives two shits about, but seems to enjoys ripping-off cover artwork.
A case could quite easily be argued that women have been dealt a bad hand by the vast majority of rap songs, but I say otherwise. Let’s just consider how many timeless terms of endearment have been created to describe the “good-time gals” that most people get into the music game to meet: (more…)
A young Dave Chappelle cracks some funnies for The Source‘s Punchline column back when House of Pain were considered “cutting edge” and “X” hats were a must-have item. (more…)
Dallas Penn and eskay let the people know that Unkut Dot Com is in their personal Top 5, which holds a lot more weight with me than where I got placed on the ‘official’ VYBE [sic] list. Maybe it had something to do with my comments that I’d “rather be in Hustler” after they “threw me a bone” and ranked Unkut #19 in the “30 Best Music Web Spots” list from 2007….
Drew Huge wrote a great piece about fallen soldier Tony D for The Guardian.
It seems that I under-estimated the amount of Frat Rap out there in yesterdays piece, so to keep all you Surf MC’s fans happy I’ve asked Kid Roth to return to conclude our College Rap Wrap-Up… (more…)
There are plenty of attractive women in hip-hop – the problem is that most of them are just nameless video chicks. When you examine the finest looking rap dames who’ve had kids, the field narrows considerably. Factor in such requirements as aging gracefully and not going mental, and the list is reduced to a mere slither. As a result of hours of extensive research, Unkut Dot Com been able to select what we consider to be the eight hottest rap MILF’s in the game and randomly match them up against each other on the basis of how good they looked way back when, how fly they still look and what talent they might possess to further add to their overall appeal. Sure, you might argue that this kind of objectification of women is further reinforcement of the ‘Man’s World’ mentality that dominates hip-hop, and you’d probably be correct. But spare a thought for the eye candy of limited ability who might otherwise never garner a mention in the columns of this fine website. Don’t they deserve their time to shine too?
I been in this game for months, now I’m an A.D.D. animal
It’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your Twitter game on track, don’t Wale yourself Jack
Rule nombre uno: let everyone know
every efin’ thing you do, cause you know
Hundreds of followers breed jealousy ‘specially
if that update fucked up, suck your teeth up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Twitterati hate silence but heart text violence
Eat a dick hipster rappers (uh-huh)
I done typed mad updates while driving state to state
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll follow ya Tweets, that’s type corny
PR’s spam ya shit, for that fast buck
try to game a dame to tear that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Name-dropping is frontin’, shit’s a straight bore
Number five: never Tweet about biz in the street
I don’t care if it sounds tough, someone’ll call ya bluff
Number six: that god damn phone credit, dead it
If you’re not on unlimited browsing then forget it,
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your blog and Twitter account completely seperated
Updates and posts don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never reveal your plans to you-know-who
Them cats that follow your feed can start blogs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you’re drunk out your mind stay off the updates homey (uh-huh)
If Twitters think you lyin’, they ain’t buyin’
They be sittin on your RSS, waitin to text more mess
Number ten: a strong word called obsession
Twitter will get you hit by a bus at the intersection
Tap out the Crackberry while you crossing the street
Facebook lost, that dame shit can’t even compete, uhh
Any cheeseball can make a song about how great their mother is, but why should we give a shit? Here are six songs that may make your old earth cry a river (or at least get off the pipe).
Audio Two - ‘Get Your Mother Off The Crack’
Milk D has been something of a role model to me as I’ve grown up. Thanks to his sage words, I try and eat cherries, drink milk and keep ma duke away from my stash of whoolas. (more…)
