Raekwon, The Chef’s Soup de Jour? Homophobia!

By Khalil Amani

(Isiswisdom.com, Hoodgrownonline.com, Gaymusicrevolution.com, Outhiphop.com)

I love Wu Tang Clan! I love Raekwon’s music! But I don’t like his ignorance/homophobia! A little while ago, Shade 45’s Angela Yee interviewed Raekwon “The Chef” and that female/lesbian Snoop from HBO’s The Wire. In the course of interviewing Snoop, they got into a discussion about homosexuality/gay people in the industry. This is what Raekwon had to say: “My mouth too small to suck a dick… we don’t play those homo games over here homie… how do muthafuckas convert over to do some shit like that?  …females, you know, they gonna do what they do. I ain’t gonna front. I can’t stand fuckin’ homos!… Get the fuck away from me! Immediately!”

(Wu Tang Clan member rapper Raekwon The Chef)

Let me start with Snoop (the lesbian chick’s) ignorance! How are you gonna sit there and allow Raekwon to “bark” (your word) on people who have the same sexual orientation as you? How can you justify lesbianism and cosign the dissing of male homosexuality? You said that a gay person (i.e. male) should be “barked on” if they, according to you, “step out they character”—meaning, try to speak, flirt or push up on someone who isn’t gay—like Raekwon. Do you really believe that a gay man that flirts/makes a pass at a straight man should be “barked” on? (Again, your word) And just what do you mean by “bark?”—to shout at, curse at, threaten, or beat them the fuck up? You ignant lil heifer!  You uneducated bovine! Why would any straight man wanna “bark” (curse/disrespect) a gay man for asking, “How you doin’?” A straight man who is secure in his sexuality will simply tell a gay man, “Yo! I’m straight playa” and keep it moving. No need to be insulting, disrespectful or physical—unless you’re hiding something (wrestling with your own sexuality/DL-ness) or trying to protect your pseudo manhood, which you feel is wrapped around your teeny weenie.

(HBO's The Wire lesbian actress "Snoop")

It is people like you, Snoop, that cause the “Matthew Shepards” of the world to be murdered! We’ve all flirted to unwanted ears and had to deal with rejection! Sometimes the person you are attracted to is not attracted to you! Most heterosexual men and women don’t curse out people because of unwanted advances. They tell the person “I got a man” or “I’m cool” or just smile back and keep it moving! But if a homosexual man makes advances toward a straight man (usually because they don’t know that person’s sexual orientation), they’ve gotta get cursed out—or even worst, beat up—or even “worser,” murdered? The fuck? A homosexual woman condoning the dissing of homosexual people by “barking” on them if they “step out they character?” Snoop! You’re one crazy Negro bitch! You are a historically illiterate black woman who is devoid of any knowledge of the struggles of black people, black women, and gay people!

A dog will bark at its prey first and then attack! A homophobe will curse at a gay person and then attack!

Should straight chicks “bark” on you when you’re at the club tryna get some straight poonanny? I mean, you did say you hang in the straight clubs, so it is an assumption that you like straight girls who you hope to “convert” (Raekwon’s word) to lesbianism. I’ve heard about a lot of you butch chicks! You love to turn straight chicks out!

And what do you mean, “Ain’t no homo shit over here?” Newsflash! You are a homosexual woman Snoop! You saying, “Ain’t no homo shit over here” is like a self-hating black person wanting to argue that Obama is not “all black!” (In America, he’s a black man! If you don’t believe it, let Obama break into a white person’s house and watch how they describe him! Do you think they will say, “I think he was a Bi-racial man?” Hell-to-the-naw! Lol!) Do you think that America looks at you as something other than a homosexual woman—just because hip-hop heads and men, in general, don’t mind seeing two women bumpin’ uglies? (Having sex) Why would you exclude yourself from your male homosexual brethren—like those are “homos” and I just like women? The fuck?

Angela Yee asked Snoop if she knew any gay rappers. Instead of mentioning the many outwardly gay/lesbian rappers like Deadlee, Bone Intell, BryN’t, Lola Mazarati, Prince Cat Eyez, Foxxjazell, Medino Green, Drew Mason, JB Rap, Mack Mistress, AquariZ, Anye Elite, Benni E, Soce, King Jabbar, Kin4Life, Shunda K, Captain Magik, et., etc., etc.—instead of mentioning (plugging) the whole Out/Gay hip-hop Movement—Homo-hop—she chose to hone in on so-called in-the-closet-down-low famous rappers, who may or may not be gay. (It’s time-out for speculating about who’s the gay rapper! If Terrence Dean didn’t have the balls to bring them out of the closet, fuck it! His book was one big FAIL! Shout-out to Karrine Steffans!)

Did you know that there are openly gay rappers who ain’t afraid to say they’re gay?

Snoop had a chance to uplift gay hip-hop heads (being gay herself), but instead, got down on her knees and groveled in the already-charted waters of homophobia. She sold out to hip-hop’s uber-hatred of gay people—a Benedict Arnold to her own gay comrades! Good looking out Snoop!

A week before DJ Kayslay had me (Gay hip-hop’s straight advocate/ally) and five gay rappers on his radio show, this chick Snoop was on his show, where my name and the Out/Gay Rap Movement were mentioned. This is what Kayslay personally told me! Snoop is very aware of other gay rappers, but, instead of big-upping the Movement and letting mainstream America know that there are gays actively doing hip-hop and entertaining mainstream crossover, she fell prey to the buffoonery and coonery and fuckery of Raekwon, The Chef, who served us up his favorite dish—a special soup de jour of homophobia! Oh how delicious! Not!  

I think Raekwon had you shook my sista!

Raekwon! As intelligent and lyrical as you rap, why would you stoop to such ignorance? You’ve been all over the world! Hasn’t your worldview expanded yet? Why must you indulge in the homophobic ignorance of society, the church, the ‘hood and folk who just don’t know any better? What is your excuse for being a shit-stain on the Petri-dish of human evolution?  Why must you wallow in the cesspool of the last bastion of human ignorance—homophobia? Let a brotha know!

You said, “My mouth too small to suck a dick.” I say, “There are a lot of small-dicked men in the world!” How do you know your mouth is too small to suck a dick? Is this supposed to tell us that you’re straight? You’ve implied, by extrapolation, that you’ve tried to suck a dick and it didn’t fit. Is this what you’re subtly telling us while you’re trying to be flippant, funny and hetero? And really, I’ve seen your mouth! Indeed, you could handle a sizable phallus! Just say, “Ahhhh!” And by the way, didn't you star in a movie called "Black and White" where you played a character named "Cigar"--the same "cigar," which Sigmund Freud referred to as a penis? Ah-ha! So you have sucked dick! Hmmmm?

Raekwon asked the question about male homosexuality, labeling it a “conversion,” as if boys are born heterosexual and mysteriously “convert” to homosexuality, and quite a few of us believe that gay people “choose” their sexuality—as though every straight person, one day, sat down and consciously pondered the question of sexual identity and “chose” to be straight! Such B/S!—Raekwon has no problem with lesbianism, citing “females, you know, they gonna do what they do.” He can say this because, he too, like most men, enjoys women making out with women. I don’t ever recall a straight cat saying that two women getting freak-nasty were disgusting! Have you?

Raekwon acts as though the male and female brain function totally different. He can understand chicks wanting to lick-it-like-they-like-it, but he questions two men wanting to love one another. Why the double-standard? I’ll tell you why! Because—to most heterosexual men, we find pleasure in seeing two women making love! We are turned on by lesbianism! Our greatest fantasy is the elusive ménage-a-trois (I can proudly say I’ve been there, done that—many times! Ha-ha!) There is nary a porno video or smut magazine that doesn’t have a scene or layout of two women getting busy! (So I’ve heard!) We, straight men, are biased to lesbianism, yet hold a disdain for gay man love. Why of course! We hate it because we are not turned on by it. And some of us (the straight cats that protest the most) are turned on by man-love, so they make the most outlandish comments like, “My mouth too small to suck a dick. I ain’t gonna front. I can’t stand fuckin’ homos!” (Raekwon’s commentary on homosexuality) Was that really necessary Raekwon? Why do you feel the need to let the hip-hop world know about your distaste for homosexual love? I think you protest just a little too much! There ain’t a mouth made that’s too small to suck a dick Negro! I don’t care if you’re packing meat like Byron Long, Mandingo, Lex Steele, Wesley Pipes or Mr. Marcus! (I heard these were the leading super-elongated-penis black porn stars. Y’all let me know what it do!)—a sista will find a way to get her lips around their manhood, no matter how small their mouth may be! Hell! I’ve had my tallywacker (penis) in the mouths of women of all sizes and shapes and races—slit-lipped white girls, pouty-lipped Asian girls, and full-lipped black women—and guess what? No matter the size of their mouth, they were able to accommodate Big Willy!  

Instead of the gratuitous protesting against homosexuality, perhaps Raekwon should put his energies into getting in shape for that “Square Dance”—that one-on-one fist fight that Joe Budden has been “barking” on you about! You’ve got mad-shit to say about gay folks, but you’re kind of quiet about the impending fisticuffs match with Mr. Pump It Up! If I may use the ignorance of hip-hop, may I say, “That’s gay?”  

Raekwon’s homophobic statement reeks of D/L-ness! Sure, you’re straight! (Wink wink) As Jay-Z once said, “We don’t believe you! You need more people!” Raekwon—real straight men don’t make ignorant statements regarding the size of their mouth in relation to a penis! That’s suspect or dare I say, SUPER GAY!

Raekwon, The Chef—the next time you want to feed us your Soup de Jour—homophobia—check the recipe, because real intelligent minds will be tasting (listening)!

Jay-Z: Know-the-ledge (Jesus Can’t Save You!)

By Khalil Amani

(Hoodgrownonline.com, Gaymusicrevolution.com)

I recently heard some Christian youth pastor on Worldstarhiphop.com going off on Jay-Z for a lyric in his song “Empire State of Mind.” The lyric is, “Jesus can’t save you! Life starts when the Church ends.” This preacher was livid that Jay-Z would diss Jesus! He cited several scriptures—Isaiah 53, Acts 4:12, John 3:16. (To paraphrase—Jesus was beaten beyond recognition, only one name we must be saved by, God so loved the world that he gave us his son Jesus.)

As of lately, the Jiggaman has been accused of being part of some secret society—a Freemason or the Illuminati. They say he worships the devil. And now that he raps that “Jesus can’t save you,” all of the allegations must be true! Right? Like the Knights Templars of ages gone by, who were accused of devil-worship, Hova is being accused of the same.

So is Jay-Z right for saying, “Jesus can’t save you?” Let’s put our childlike religious beliefs on the backburner for a few minutes and break down a few things and see if Jay-Z’s lyric is blasphemous against Jesus or is he into some esoteric (hidden) knowledge that the masses are oblivious to.

First and foremost, let’s deal with the name Jesus. Acts 4:12 says that “there is only ONE NAME under heaven given among men whereby we must be saved”—Jesus! Is this true? Well, it’s written in the Bible, so it must be true… right? The Bible is perfect, right? The Bible is God’s Divine Word, right? The Bible is the truth, right? The Bible is infallible, right? This is what Christians are taught.

Question? Have you ever met a Chinese man with a Russian name? Well that’s how wrong it is for us to call the Jewish/Hebrew Savior Jesus—“Jesus Christ,” as though Jesus is his first name and Christ is his last name. “Christ” is the English/Christian translation of the Hebrew “messiah,” which means “anointed one.” In Hebrew messiah is “Hammashiah.”

Fact! The man they call Jesus was a Hebrew—a Jew of the tribe of Yehudah (Judah). Fact! The man they call Jesus was not a Christian and never heard such a word! Fact! He spoke Aramaic/Hebrew. Fact! In his native language of Hebrew, there has NEVER been a letter “J” in his alphabet! NEVER! Even today, the letter “J” does not exist in Hebrew or Aramaic. What does this mean? Simply put, his name was not “J”esus! The name “Jesus” is Christian translation of the Hebrew word “Joshua,” which is really “Yahshua” or “Yeshua” or “Yehoshua.” “Yahshua” translates as “Yah is salvation.” Fact! The man Christians calls “Jesus”—his name was Yahshua Hammashiah. If he walked down the street today and you hollered out, “Hey Jesus!” he’d keep walking because the name Jesus is foreign to his ears!

....Jesus/Yahshua is “Yah is salvation!” And just who is “Yah?” Yah is the abbreviated name for what scholars call the “Tetragrammaton” or “Four Letter Word,” which are YHWH and commonly believed to be pronounced Yahweh. (It is also noteworthy to understand that there weren’t any vowels in ancient Hebrew, thus YHWH.) Psalms 68:4 says, “Sing unto God. Sing praises to his name: extol Him that rideth upon the heavens by his name JAH.” The name “Jah” is what Rastafarians call God, but remember, there is no letter “J” in the Hebrew language, the ORGINAL language of the Old Testament. “Y” is replaced by “J,” so it should read “Yah.”

Not only is the letter “J” nonexistent in Hebrew, but it is also the youngest letter of the English alphabet—originating about 500 years ago and deriving from “I” and “Y.” In other words, every “J” in the Bible was originally a “Y.”

In church, they shout “Hallelujah,” which means “Praise be to Yah!” Notice that hallelu-“JAH” is spelled with a “J” but pronounced “YAH.” God’s name is sublimely spoken in hallelujah, yet most Christians never call God Yah or Yahweh. Why is that? Why do they prefer God, Jehovah and Jesus? Religious conditioning! Spiritual ignorance! Brainwashing! Even Jay-Z calls himself “Hova,” the short form of Jehovah. But that was back then. I suspect that Jay-Z now knows that “Jehovah/Hova” is the Christian translation of Yah/Yahweh, which came to fruition through German scholarship. The word “Jehovah” is a 400 year old bastardization of the Tetragrammaton—YHWH/Yahweh! Strictly speaking, it is incorrect!

Do you think Jay-Z knows the truth that I’m spitting and therefore can say that “Jesus can’t save you?” You damn skippy he knows! Whether through secret societies or having his world-view expanded—he has come in contact with a higher understanding of the Divine.

Jesus can’t save you!

The name “Jesus” has never saved black folk from slavery, Jim Crowism, segregation, marginalization, racism, second-class citizenry, and poverty! In fact, God-Yahweh says in Isaiah 45:5 “I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God besides me: I girded [protected] thee [Black folk], though thou hast not known me…” As for Jesus as “savior,” Isaiah 43:11 says, “I, even I am the LORD; and besides me there is no savior.” How can Jesus be our savior when God clearly says He’s the only savior?

A Christian will argue that God (Yahweh) and Jesus (Yahshua) are one-and-the-same-person because Jesus says, “I and my Father are one” (John 10:30). But did Jesus literally mean one personage? Hell-to-the-naw! Why? Because if Yahshua meant that he and God were one person, why did he go to such great lengths to say such things as, “I can of mine own self do nothing… and the Father, which hath sent me… the words which ye hear are not mine, but the Father which sent me… for my Father is greater than I.” (John 5:30, 37; 14:24, 28) That’s pretty goddamned definitive if you ask me!

And by the way—saying GODDAMN is not “taking the Lord’s Name in vain,” because His/Her name is not “God”—Goddamnit!

Yahshua (Jesus) also said, “I come in my Father’s name” (John 5:43). If we accept the literal understanding (like Christians do with God & Jesus as one), the question that must be asked is, “and what name is that? What name does Jesus come in? What is the Father’s name?” If Yahshua comes in Yahweh’s name then it stands to reason that at least part of the son’s name is in the Father’s name, thus “YAH”weh (father) and “YAH”shua (son). Does that make sense to you? It should! But if you’re still not convinced that the son’s name is not “Jesus,” Proverbs 30:4 has a few questions for you! “Who hath ascended up into heaven, or descended? Who hath gathered the wind in his fists? Who hath bound the waters in a garment? Who hath established all the ends of the earth? WHAT IS HIS NAME, and WHAT IS HIS SON’S NAME, if thou canst tell?”

Lol! Come on all you smarty-pants! It seems to me that the names of the Father and Son are shrouded in mystery! Are you starting to see that Jay-Z made one of the most profound religious statements on his song? Are you starting to see just how religiously brainwashed you have been in regards to the savior’s real name? Jay-Z did not diss the savior of the world! He dissed the wrongful naming of the savior—he made a religious statement regarding the Church’s pimping of the people by keeping them in spiritual slavery—he is proclaiming that once you free your mind of the Church’s/religion’s false indoctrination, a person is free to live—he is using allegory/riddle to make us think about the demagoguery of the Church, the Body of Christ, the suffering of the meek and the licentiousness of the priesthood! Jay-Z ethers the whole idea of “organized religion” as salvation with one verse—religious commentary so venomous and over-the-heads of most hip-hop heads, brilliantly spat! Only an emotional youth pastor with very little understanding of religious/biblical history would spend the time making a video-blog about something which he knows nothing about!

Jesus has done us wrong!

Many Africans came to the New World via Jesus—the ship! One of the first slave ships was called “Jesus of Lubeck” aka “Good Ship Jesus,” commanded by Sir John Hawkins. (Circa 1540). From the hulls of slave ships to the shores of the New World to the corners of ‘hoods all over America, Jesus has been crammed down our throats ad nauseam! We were given the slave master’s religion, his white Jesus, his pie-in-de-sky-in-de-sweet-bye-n-bye-when-I-die, his jack-leg, bootlicking black preacher and raped of all things Akebulan (African)! Check the history pimpin’!

Again, do I believe Jay-Z knows this? Hell-to-the-yeah! The Jiggaman used to dabble in afrocentrism and Five Percent Nation theology, so he knows more than the average Christian and if he is hooked up in the esoteric—the Freemasons—the Illuminati—at the higher degrees—he knows that the sacred Four Letter Word (YHWH) is the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.

But don’t get it twisted! Not all Freemasons know this truth you’re reading! Certainly not the “Blue Lodge” (first three degrees) masons who are intentionally deceived! Lol! They don’t know shit! The great Thirty-Third Degree Freemason and author of the seminal work on Freemasonry, Albert pike, in his 861-page book, Morals and Dogma (published 1871 of which I have a rare copy) writes:

Part of the symbols are displayed there to the Initiate, but he is intentionally misled by false interpretation. It is not intended that he shall understand them; but it is intended that he shall imagine he understands them. Their true explication is reserved for the Adepts, the Princes of Masonry. …It is well enough for the masses of those called Masons, to imagine that all is contained in the Blue Degrees [1^ST, 2^nd, 3^rd]; and whoso attempts to undeceive them will labor in vain… (819).

See? Just because a cat says he’s a Mason doesn’t give him carte blanche to the secrets of the universe! You have to go into the higher degrees and dig deep for these unspoken truths. Jay-Z has scratched the surface and is giving the hip-hop world snippets of unspoken truths. The hip-hop world, in return, thinks he’s into “devil worship” because of the things he speaks and does.

As a “wise man,” I will tell you that Lucifer (the Christian devil) is the “LIGHT BEARER.” Again, Pike writes, “Lucifer, the Light-bearer! Strange and mysterious name to give to the Spirit of Darkness! Lucifer! Son of the morning! It is he who bears the Light!” (321). The Bible also refers to him as “son of the morning” (Isaiah 14:12). “Light,” biblically speaking, means “knowledge” and “freewill.” In this respect, Lucifer is the first to free humanity’s mind and allow us to think freely (Adam & Eve being the first freethinkers), unlike any creature in God’s realm.

Lucifer is also represented as a snake or serpent and this is intentionally done in Jewish mythology as a direct assault on the goddess religions of the Ancient Near East who venerated serpents as “wise,” and a “phallic symbol” (a penis) of procreation. It is not a coincidence that the righteous wise and life-giving serpent of Egyptian, Sumerian and Babylonian mythology comes on the Jewish scene as a deceiver and tempter and originator of “sin.” This was by design! The ancient Jews flip-the-script and made the serpent a bad guy—a religio/political move aimed at steering Israel away from practicing foreign religions (who “worshipped” the serpent as life-giver) and Henotheism (a belief in their god Yahweh, without denying other gods).

In the upper echelons of secret societies, the serpent’s (so-called Lucifer’s) righteous role is restored and the laity (common folk) gets spooked out! Remember! Even Yahshua (Jesus) bought into the mythology of serpents as “wise” when he said, “Be ye therefore WISE as SERPENTS…” (Matthew 10:16). The adepts of Freemasonry get the true knowledge and role of Lucifer. To some, he becomes worshipped. This may be why the ancient Knights Templar and later Freemasonry gets the label as Luciferian worshippers in secret.

Jay-Z may or may not be a Freemason or a member of the Illuminati. He may stand perpendicular to the square—be a travelling man—headed towards the East, in search of “True North” (Darkness) and Light. He may be all these things! But on the question of Jay-Z’s lyric “Jesus can’t save you” he spoke truth—truth that the wise men of all ages have always known—truth that is hidden from the masses and given to a select few. I choose to be the “wise man”—he who is not bound by the sword for speaking truth. I speak freely!

Khalil Amani, with his rare copy of Albert Pike’s “Morals & Dogma."

“Faith does not offer the least support for a proof of objective truth. Here the ways of men part: if you wish to strive for peace of soul and pleasure, then believe; if you wish to be a devotee of truth, then inquire.”

—Philosopher Nietzsche

Books for esoteric studies.

My 5-Star Chicks: My Daughters.

Most fathers would have a problem with knowing that their daughter/s is/was a stripper, video model or in Playboy Magazine. Well I’m not! The nude body is the work of the Creator—Yahweh, God, Allah, or Jehovah, whichever name you fancy. God made a naked Adam and Eve and the Bible says that “everything which God made was good!”  (Genesis 1) There was no shame in nudity in the beginning. Nudity, as “shame” is a biblical principle, rooted in the Old Testament’s hatred of the Goddess religions, which proliferated in the Ancient Near East. Judaism, Christianity and Islam have all “shamefully” taught that nudity and nakedness for women is shameful. This is why sex is viewed in a negative light. You ever heard your mama say, “Put some clothes on and stop ‘showing your shame!’?” How about the sex act as “doin’ the nasty” and bumpin’ uglies?” The penis and the vagina are ugly? Sex is ugly?

The same argument that the Bible makes against homosexuality can be made for nudity and women. The supposed laws condemning homosexuality and the second-class citizenship of women as “property” (see Ten Commandments) is rooted in the subjugation of women and religious freedoms to worship the Creator as one sees fit.

I am of the very educated opinion that nudity, as presented in print media, film or performance (dance) is “art” and should be viewed as such. I don’t buy the “objectification/exploitation of women” argument here in America. In other (Third World) countries—yes! But in the good-ol’ US of A—for the most part women are making conscious decisions to use their bodies as a tool of empowerment—for financial gain. (By-the-way, I’m a proponent of legalizing prostitution—decriminalizing sex between consenting adults for monetary gain, along with legalizing marijuana.. and no, I don’t smoke the ganja.)  

Some months back, I wrote a blog and introduced a very tasteful photograph of one of my daughters sporting a bikini. Negroes went coo-coo! They accused me of incest and lusting after my own seed and questioned my morals. The fuck? Not only are they dismayed that I advocate for gay heads doing hip-hop—he’s proud to show his daughter in a bikini! Wow!

Religion has fucked us up! Brainwashed and don’t even know it!

To them I first say, “Fuck you!” Secondly, I am proud when I look at my daughters’ beauty and think to myself, “This is what God blessed me to create!” Hell fucking yes! And then they have intelligence to match their aesthetics! Awesome combination—every man’s dream—beauty & brains! And #3—my daughter/s (and many other strippers) have morals and do what they do because they are sexually liberated. Dance, for many exotic dancers is a means-to-an-end—a celebration of womanhood, sexuality, and youth (and a quick way to make lots of money!)

There have been songs, which spout the philosophical beauty of the feminine form. “Shake what yo’ mama gave you!” “Use what you got to get what you want!” “She’s a brick house… 36-24-36 what a winnin’ hand!” “I like big butts and I cannot lie!” “Pumps and bump.” “Pretty young thang.”

Musically, we celebrate curvaceous women—voluptuous women—as long as it aren’t our daughter! We will spend our whole paycheck at the strip club, and then, turn around and hypocritically disown our daughter if we find out she’s a stripper!

I find it interesting that Americans are so uptight about nudity. We fancy ourselves “enlightened” and “liberated,” but really, we are very close-minded when it comes to sexuality and nudity. We are completely brainwashed to believe that there is something vile about showing one’s nude body in all of its beauty. Chris Rock joked that it was every father’s duty to “Keep our daughters off the pole.” Lol. (From becoming a stripper). The hypocrisy is that most heterosexual men, at one point and time in their lives, have visited a “Gentleman’s Club” and have taken their hard-earned money and “made it sprinkle (rain)” (or put money in a stripper’s G-string)—taking money out of the mouths of his wife and children for the expressed purpose of his own sexual gratification. On many occasions, the night before a man marries the love of his life—his soul mate—he can be found in the strip club with his boys getting lap dances for his bachelor party. And if his boys really wanna send him off right, he might get to go in a private room and play “Battleship”—he lay down and she blows him to hell!

As long as it is not our daughter on the pole, we feel justified in our actions. Hypocrisy!  Well I am proud to say that I have two daughters that have been on the pole—two daughters that understand the primitiveness of the male mind—two daughters who understand that there’s nothing inherently wrong with “nudity”—two daughters that are sexually liberated and know who they are as black women—two daughters that don’t have to hide what they do from their father for fear of being ostracized and excommunicated from the family!

In the next (November) issue of DJ Kayslay’s “Straight Stuntin Magazine” catch my article “The Video Vixen: Hip-hop’s Mary Magdalene”—a more in-depth look at the role of the video star and how hip-hop uses her.

In the meantime, meet my 5-Star Chicks—my daughters!

My daughter, model Turi. Featured in Trina & Ludacris video "B R Right" and Fat Joe's MTV/VMA performance of "Lean Back" and November issue of "Straight Stuntin Magazine."

My daughter, Model/dancer Tara aka "Small Fri" a featured dancer at Atlanta's famed "Stroker's" club.

Kanye West is My Mama’s Old Douche Bag!

By Khalil Amani (Hoodgrownonline.com)

Remember that red hot-water bottle in your bathroom that your mama said to leave alone—that rectangular balloon with the white rubber hose with a suction tip—that toy you used to try to float on, while taking a bath—that device that you used to fill up with water and spray your little brother—that mysterious latex contraption that never moved from its perch, high atop the showerhead on a rusty hanger? If you’re a child of the 70’s/80’s you definitely know what I’m talkin’ about!

Your mama’s douche bag! Kanye West is my mama’s old douche bag!

Which is worse? Getting the shit beat out of you by Chris Brown (in private) in your Lamborghini, only to make up and secretly rendezvous in Mexico to get some sex or to get verbally beat the fuck up by Kanye West in front of millions of people—and then have to come back out to give your acceptance speech—In front of millions of people again—facing a passive aggressive abuser in the audience (Kanye) who leaves you with internalized scars that may take years to heal?

We all saw that despicable display of musical sportsmanship! And the sad thing about it was that it wasn’t even his fight! He’s tryin’ to cosign another man’s pussy! (Jay-Z’s) If you haven’t seen the video go to YouTube and check out this Negro! Here’s 19-year old country singing sensation Taylor Swift at the VMA’s trying to accept her very first video award and here comes Mr. Douche Bag himself—Kanye West—bum-rushing the stage and grabbing the mic from Taylor Swift and saying, “Yo’ Taylor! I’m really happy for you! I’m-a let you finish, but Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time! One of the best videos of all time!” With a look of shit-eating dismay and astonishment on his face, Kanye looked at the audience as though they were wrong for booing the fuck out of him! A warped perception of reality and class! This is some “Negro Please”—some “Hot Ghetto Mess”—some ignorance of mammoth proportions! Surely Kanye’s mama is rolling over in her grave by her son’s continued stupidity. Ya think?

In the words of the Asian dude to O-Dog on Menace II Society, “I feel sorry for your mother!”

As much as I enjoy watching those three fine-ass chicks prance around in Danskin tights and Capezio character shoes—doing step-ball-changes and contemporary jazz choreography (having been a jazz dancer myself), I can appreciate the physicality of the jazz dance art-form, but “one of the best videos of all time?” Fuck outta here Kanye!

I can name videos by Michael Jackson, Nas, Geto Boys, and Nirvana that shit on “Single Ladies!”

Yes! I thought Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” video should’ve won too! But was I floored that she didn’t win? Hell no! You would’ve thought that this was Roy Jones being robbed of an Olympic Gold Medal.

This ignoramus has the nerve to tell Taylor, “I’m-a let you finish,” as though this was his show and he’s runnin’ things! And then, on his website, Kanye claims he did it because he’s a “real person.” Again, fuck outta here! It doesn’t take a “real person” to snatch the microphone from a frail-looking 110 lbs. soaking wet white girl! Wanna show me real? Jump on the stage and snatch the mic from 50 Cent—snatch the mic from Maino—Beenie Segal (who called you a faggot!)—Trick Trick or any gangsta rapper! You’d be living “Thru the Wire” all over again!  

Kanye West is hip-hop’s certified douche bag—blood clot—an awards show “Suge Knight”—a fuckin’ bully—at least to teenage girls, that is!

Donald Trump has called for a boycott of “all things Kanye.” I think it’s safe to say that Kanye West just signed his own rap death certificate—his rap career is about to take a fall into that Great Ghetto Abyss of has-been rappers for dissing that white girl. Never underestimate the power of the racial dynamic! If history teaches us nothing else, it should have taught black men that you can’t take a crap on the symbol of American beauty—the epitome of womanhood—the white woman—and think you’re gonna walk away scot-free.

Kanye! You can write in  ALL CAPS ON YOUR WEBSITE AND TRY TO CONVINCE US THAT YOU HAVE A POINT, BUT AT THE END-OF-THE-DAY—CAPITALIZING ALL YOUR LETTERS SIMPLY MEANS YOU’RE SHOUTING BUT NOBODY’S LISTENING.

Off to buy that Taylor Swift album.

PS. Concession; I guess Byron Crawford was right.

Examining “Hot Mess”… Radio.

By Khalil Amani

*Hot Mess Radio is an Internet radio show that caters to gay/lesbian hip-hop artists, which can be heard/downloaded at Outhiphop.com. For the sake of certain parties, this blog could not be published on that site. This blog was written to answer the very controversial nature of the show's title. It is not meant to demean, disrespect or defame the host, the school which broasdasts the show or any of its benefactors.

(*Warning! This is an exercise in intellectualism! All non-thinkers depart this blog now!)

In this crazy hip-hop world, you are either a “hater” (for giving critical analysis) or a “Stan” (after Eminem’s fictional video character for cosigning one’s brilliance). There is no middle-ground, although I try to find that sweet-spot and tread softly and only show my ass talk reckless when needed (like my previous blog). Having said that, I think the term “Hot Mess” deserves some critique, examination, and deconstruction, so that we (and others) don’t get the show’s host, Laurica Brown’s motives twisted misconstrued.

The reason being; I have recently come under the watchful eye of Ms. Brown for using the term “Hot Ghetto Mess” (in my last blog), which appears to be a cause for consternation (concern) when used in its proper (street) context. Initially, I sat out of the debate on this site over Laurica’s show’s name (because, really, it was no business of mine, although, I will admit it raised one eyebrow when I heard the name of the show and now that it has landed on my doorstep, necessity dictates that I should blog about it. So let me give “Hot Mess” a little of my time and try to put into perspective this term.

I, like Laurica, knows what it feels like to be criticized for trying to help the cause of gay hip-hop—only to be molly-whopped tormented by those you are trying to help. It is a gut-wrenching slap in the face! Makes you wanna say, “Fuck y’all! Let me do something else with my talent and time!” But the love we have for this genre keeps us going forward in the face of adversity from within, as well as without. So before anyone gets their panties in a knot, this is not a blog dissing the efforts of Laurica Brown and her show, “Hot Mess Radio.” (*Anybody that thinks otherwise can eat a dick-up till you hiccup… or choke on a pubic hair! See? There goes my reckless talk!)

When Prince Cat-Eyez questioned the naming of Laurica’s show “Hot Mess Radio,” ("I want to know am I the only one that thinks having TALENTED artists on a show called HOT MESS is a little demeaning?") some thought that he was “hating.” The reality is that P.C.E. was asking a very profound question about a phrase that has undeniably been used in street-terms to say that something is whack, ignorant, and embarrassing—just wrong! Understanding the general public’s understanding and usage of the phrase “Hot Mess” (or “Hot Ghetto Mess,” in its original form—originally a website airing African-America’s cultural ghettoness idiosyncrasies and adapted by the never-to-be-aired B.E.T. show “Hot Ghetto Mess,” which was changed to “We Got To Do Better” after a firestorm of protest over its racism and stereotyping of black people), one could argue that, indeed, Laurica was making a mockery of gay and lesbian rappers, which we know is not the case! Laurica, like me, is a staunch advocate/supporter for gay hip-hop and its rise to mainstream acceptance—make no mistake about her level of commitment to the Movement!

But! What was her thinking behind such a negative phrase as a show title dedicated to LGBT hip-hop artists? This has never been fully articulated. Was she trying to flip-da-script and make “bad good”—going for shock value—or shooting for the “proverbial” “Minstrel Show?” Was she aware of the problem the title presented for straight black America—or for conscious artists like Prince Cat-Eyez, who would read the phrase as a diss to his genre of music? I think his concern is legitimate!

As previously stated, I used the phrase “Hot Ghetto Mess” in my blog. In parenthesis I wrote “Pun Intended”—meaning I am using it in its’ original context—as something negative, inappropriate, and unacceptable. Then DJ Baker came along and read my blog on his show (he had me in stitches the way he was mis-reading and giving his own spin/commentary), putting emphasis on “HOT GHETTO MESS PUN INTENDED!” and referencing Laurica, as if to say, “Ha! See? How you gonna name your show for gay rappers ‘Hot Mess’?” To Laurica (who evidentially was listening), it came across like I was cosigning DJ Baker’s hateration angst for her show title. Straightway, I received a MySpace message from Laurica, asking me to clarify my use of “Hot Ghetto Mess,” as though I was in cahoots with DJ Baker—as though I contextually used the phrase inappropriate—as though I had stolen plagiarized the phrase from her—as if I should be accountable to her for its usage—as though I had “bitten” a phrase that she coined—as if I owed her an explanation for a phrase that has been used all day, every day in every hood in America! I was put on the defensive by Laurica. The tone of the email was somewhat disrespectful and disturbing—at least that’s how I felt.

But being the nice guy that I am, I obliged her and told her that I used “Hot Ghetto Mess” (not “Hot Mess” or “Hot Mess Radio”) the way the streets use it and that it was no diss to her. That was strictly DJ Baker poking fun at her—healthy radio beef I suppose. (Shout-out to DJ Baker—you’z a fool and I love you for it! Damn you need to be syndicated… KNOW WHAT I’M SAYIN’?) A follow-up email from Laurica came asking for more clarification! The fuck? Again, being the nice guy that I am, I elaborated and ended my email with “Nuff said!” I never got a “thank you” or “I understand” from Ms. Brown. Maybe she just doesn’t do MySpace etiquette?

I think my answer still didn’t sit well with her. So here we are!

Instead of asking me, “What did I mean when I used ‘Hot Ghetto Mess’ in my blog,” we should have had the balls (like Prince Cat-Eyez) and asked her what she means when she uses the phrase? But, instead, we rode her proverbial jock and vehemently shouted down P.C.E. as a “hater”—a very narrow-minded and simplistic answer to his poignant question.

Now it’s time to revisit Prince Cat-Eyez’s question and make some sense of this subject.

Homo-hop “Asshole blogger” Mickey Skillz commented, “I LOVE the title 'cause half of the artists in the homohop scene are a hotmess.” In proper context, Skillz sees “half” of the LGBT rappers as terrible at their craft and so aptly plays on the “Hot Mess” slang to make his point. (From Outhiphop.com’s “Bry’NT on Laurica Brown’s Hot Mess Radio,” June 19, 2009). What’s ironic is that while Mickey Skillz loves the name “Hot Mess Radio”—Mickey Skillz (while dissing Cat-Eyez’s rapping skills) validates Cat-Eyez’s concern by using the phrase EXACTLY like Cat-Eyez understands the term—demeaning! Laurica, by not commenting, allowed the stereotype to stand when Skillz applied it to Cat-Eyez, but got offended when Cat-Eyez asked the question about its use! That should have been the moment that Ms. Brown left a comment suggesting an alternative understanding for the name “Hot Mess.”

Of the eighteen (18) comments left on this entry, all but two were affirming of Laurica’s right to use the name “Hot Mess” and saw nothing wrong with the title—even the spokesperson for Outhiphop.com. But may I suggest that it is not a far-fetched idea to think that some of the artists’ comments were based on being “down” with Laurica for a future interview and having their music played on her show, rather than dealing with the phrase, as it is understood in popular culture? Why do I say that? Because it goes against EVERYTHING the street is saying! Having done my own very unscientific survey, I found that 100% of the time when I mentioned “Hot Mess” and asked for a definition, the response was one of negativity and “ghetto ways.” No one saw any value or merit in being referred to as a “Hot Mess,” which echoes the comment written by “Lovely boy”; “You people are idiots!... When has ‘hotmess’ been seen as a uplifting term?” 

This is the problem! “Hot Mess” is not an uplifting term! Non-debatable! But it could have been a teachable moment had Laurica chosen to chime in and give clarity to the name for her use. But that didn’t happen. Instead, we read later—a rant comment made by Ms. Brown about people “attacking” her efforts on some personal disrespect.

As a Master’s candidate and a Teacher’s Assistant, this was Laurica’s teaching moment to woo us with her brilliance and explain (from a sociological point of view, which I believe is her area of expertise) the ever-evolving language of slang, jive-talk, Ebonics and regional/national colloquialisms/dialects, which are defined and redefined for a hip-hop nation. This is the beauty of slang—to make words and phrases come alive and redefine their context! She could’ve flip da script and called her show “Hawt M.E.S.S. Radio” (Musical Expressions, Strictly Speaking) and put a positive spin on a negative phrase and no one would’ve had anything to say! We would’ve said, “Now that’s genius! You go girl!” Let the church say “Amen!” But in this case, we are left empty, wondering what “Hot Mess” means to this radio host, because, if we are honest with ourselves, we already know what it means to the streets!

Some of us would rather stand mute (be quiet) for the sake of our music being played on her show rather than say, “I love you girl, and I love what you’re doin’, but we need to have a conversation about that name! No shade hate, just real talk!”

It goes back to my last blog when I called out someone for their body odor. Sometimes speaking truth ruins relationships, but true friends speak truth to one another. If I had a booger hanging from my nose, I expect you, as my friend, to say, “Hey! You’ve got a booger hangin’ from your nose!” Don’t let me walk around smelling looking offencive disgusting! And that’s what some of you all have done (in the name of friendship!)—let him walk around with a booger in his nose! And when I bring it to light, I become less than a man, as though “manhood” is defined by physical confrontation! Fuck outta here! I didn’t get to be this old by physically confronting every nigga that offended my senses! But, as Muhammad Ali used to say, “Rumble, young man rumble!” I don’t need to have a one-on-one confrontation over some idiotic bullshit that I don’t have to see (or smell) on the regular! Like other bloggers, I have the power of the written word at my disposal to say what the fuck I wanna say and see-me-when-you-see-me! I’m everywhere! I ain’t hiding in Texas or San Diego shit talkin’ Internet-thuggin’! I’m no phantom! I have actually been seen! There’s not a picture of an outdated cassette on my MySpace page that represents me. You can “touch the hem of my garment” like the people did to Jesus! In the words of the late James Brown, “I’m on-the-scene-like-a-sex-machine!” (*As critics, you should borrow  your hip-hop/cultural critic model from the likes of Toure', Nelson George and Kevin Powell... bona fide hip-hop celebrities in their own right... and not ghosts represented by abstract pictures on the Internet, while playing Internet "asshole" assassins!) But I’m the bad guy for pointing out the obvious… right? Everybody who’s been near that brotha knows I’m telling the truth, but will they “come out the closet” and cosign me? Nope! I guess that’s what makes Mickey Skillz so refreshing—he ain’t on no politically correct ish.

So I digressed…

For the artists that “Hot Mess Radio” isn’t particularly feeling (like a Prince Cat Eyez)—we still need and should hear their music and concerns. (He has effectively been blackballed from Laurica’s show and that ain’t right! Is it because he wants money to play his music or is it the rift over his comments? All I know is I’ve never heard a Cat-Eyez record on her show! Enlighten us.

Instead of always interviewing rappers that you’re feeling, you should bring on those with whom you have issues and start a dialogue. Sometimes it boils down to a simple misunderstanding and sometimes all parties involved can find some common ground or resolution and develop new friendships and professional relationships.

You might be thinking, “Why should I give someone shine who’s throwing shade my way?” I know your dilemma quite well! I wrestle with this same question every time I write about gay hip-hop rappers who are dope. I know some of them ain’t feeling me. I know some of them think I’m a hypocrite, an opportunist, a bandwagon jumper, a walking contradiction—how dare he call himself a “spiritual advisor?” (How dare Jesus call himself the “Son of God?” How dare Muhammad call himself the “Seal of the Prophets?” How dare Gautama call himself “The Buddha?”). I hear the shit-talking. But guess what Laurica? I will still name-drop these same folk in magazines like Straight Stuntin—giving them more publicity than some of them have ever had—and still not get a “thank you” or “appreciate the love”—no ass-kissing—just a “that’s what it do” and I’m good. No matter what you think about Straight Stuntin Magazine, it’s still a magazine with a wide national appeal, backed by a nationally recognized and respected DJ (Kayslay) regardless of the fact that you might have an aversion to looking at sexy black and Latino asses!

Some of you are as heterophobic as the best homophobe!

I’ve put gay rappers in my book (Hip-Hop Homophobes) and sent them an autographed copy and not received so much as a “thank you” and then two years later, a nigga wanna blow up my MySpace mailbox about why he should be on the Kayslay show! (SMH) But because dope is dope, and the Movement is bigger than me, I humble myself and do the right thing and speak (write) their name before the hip-hop masses, regardless of their ungratefulness. This is what Laurica must/should do—find a way to play a Cat-Eyez record!

There is no doubt in my mind that if, for some magical reason, Laurica’s show became nationally syndicated (which isn’t a far-fetched idea), she would catch heat (over the title) so unimaginable that she would savor the days when it was just me blogging to make sense for gay heads or lil ol’ Cat-Eyez meowing up the wrong tree. She’d have to answer to the N.A.A.C.P. and G.L.A.A.D. and explain in great detail what “Hot Mess Radio” is all about.

To Laurica Brown I say, until you redefine “Hot Mess” to your audience, you will continue to take heat as new faces and voices emerge. To you I say, recognize that the phrase is one of negativity and try to formulate a “mission statement” and give the naysayers what they need. To you, I say, realize that the phrase is not yours (exclusively)! To you, I say, stop being offended when I, DJ Baker or anyone else uses the phrase in its PROPER CONTEXT! Radio personalities are supposed to talk shit and incite controversy! This shit is not personal between “Hot Mess Radio” and “Da Doo Dirty Show!” And lastly, accept that “Hot Mess” is a negative phrase—own it and redefine it for your audience ‘cause even Alize Jenkins calls herself a “Hot Ghetto Mess!”

At-the-end-of-the-day, we ask the question, “Do we need ‘Hot Mess Radio’?” Absolutely! Do we have a right to hold those who represent gay hip-hop culture (including myself) accountable? Absolutely! Should we disown and disrespect voices (like Prince Cat-Eyez's) that don’t fall in line with the majority thinking? Hell no! (A monolithic community is short-lived) Do we love the work that Laurica Brown is doing for gay hip-hop? Without question!

“A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches…” – Proverbs 22:1.

Getting P.H’ed. (Perez Hiltoned!)

Blogging can be hazardous to your health! Take blogger Perez Hilton for example. He recently got mollywopped! This fat gay dude ruffles a lot of Hollywood feathers. He’s making tons of money trashing Hollywood’s elite. It’s a great thing to be able to express your opinions for the entire world to read and dump on people, especially people who need to be dumped on, but woe unto that blogger when he encounters the celebrity he’s dissed—especially if he’s a rapper! Freedom of Speech and Freedom of the Press become theoretical arguments constructed by some racist white men from ages gone by who had no vision of something that would connect people all over the world—the Internet!

The Founding Fathers didn’t see this day!

Recently, Perez Hilton found out that, face-to-face, you can get your face rearranged for talking shit to a celebrity. Unlike his Internet beef with rapper Noreaga, which consisted of video sketches back and forth, he had a chance encounter with Black Eyed Peas front-man Will.i.am. He messed around and mistakenly thought that he could harangue Will.i.am like he was some Hollywood fruitcake, calling him a “faggot” and got fiyah knocked out of his ass!

Celebrity Blogger Perez Hilton after the ass-whipping

Memo to Perez Hilton: Don’t get the Black Eyed Peas pop-rap fucked up! Will.i.am grew up in South Central, Los Angeles—the muthafuckin’ ‘hood!

See? That’s the difference between the Internet and real life street shit! I’m a faggot (lover) all day on the Internet, but a nigga ain’t gonna be (physically) disrespectful to my face—not without any repercussions. And I’m no strong nigga, but I’ll tell you just like Richard Pryor used to joke; “My finger is just strong enough to pull the trigger!” Yet, still, I’d give a nigga a pass for calling me a faggot in the street because words don’t mean shit until a nigga violates my space.

Evidently, Will.i.am’s people weren’t as rational as I am.

Cardinal Rule #1—if dissing is your blogging modus operandi (way of doing shit), stay the fuck out of the public eye. Cardinal Rule #2—Roll with a posse or carry a weapon to defend yourself from a possible beat-down. (My hammer is like American Express—I never go out of town without it!)

First, it was hip-hop blogger DJ Vlad, who had the nerve to ask Rick Ross about his Correctional Officer past and took a hellacious asswhoopin’ for his journalistic faux pas and then Perez Hilton who got two-pieced by a Black-Eyed Pea goon who wasn’t feelin’ the faggot comment.

Bloggers gotta be smarter about their shit if they are of the dissing type—and like to be in the streets. Take Byron Crawford. I really enjoy reading his blogs. His writing acumen is top notch! The guy is hilarious, witty, clever, thought-provoking and no-holds-barred—no rapper, gay right’s freak (me!), radio jock or Jew is off limits from his use of his mama’s basement and computer. (I wonder does he pay rent to his parents. Maybe working at Wal-Mart and his website still doesn’t generate enough money to strike out on own his own?) The guy has found his calling. (Along with being the cupcake eating champion of the U.S.).

Unlike Perez Hilton, who loves to hang out and frequent celebrity hot-spots, bloggers like Byron Crawford dare not show their face in hip-hop circles for fear of getting P.H.’ed (Perez Hiltoned=beat the fuck up!). He is content to hide out in St. Louis and let his blog picture represent his gangsta.

The 17 year ago image of Byron Crawford

The problem is—he’s a victim of his own genius! Dissing hip-hop personalities has given him the unofficial title “Most Hated Hip-hop Blogger.” Who hasn’t he shitted on in the hip-hop world? Bun B, Pimp C, DJ Kayslay, Kanye West, Lupe Fiasco, Rick Ross and every video vixen tryna do what they do—and of course, yours truly. But I gotta thank him for helping bring my ass out of obscurity and into the mainstream hip-hop conversation. Thanks for doin’ the ol’ man a favor!

The price for dissing rappers is a price that I’m not willing to pay—just to have people read my blog and then I’ve gotta be “incognegro” for my life’s sake. Don’t get me wrong! I’ve done my share of dissing rappers (40 Glocc, Trick Trick, Japcity) and am well aware of the repercussions should I meet one of these fine upstanding citizens in the street. Sometimes, we as bloggers, have to be the compass whereby we gage the actions and ignorance of these cats purporting to represent our culture. That is the extent of my dissing and I really shouldn’t call it dissing—but rather confronting some stupidity or coonery. Byron Crawford, on the other hand, is just straight disrespectful for blogging’s sake! But…   

I still say that Byron Crawford is the best (most entertaining) hip-hop blogger on the Internet, however malicious his shtick is! What makes him funny is that he is a big-ole fat teddy bear who speaks in the gayest of tones, who’s shyer than shit—all the while carrying on the charade/façade that he’s tougher than leather. All of his gay dissing—don’t be surprised if we find out he’s really gay himself! 

The real Byron Crawford! lol!

As blogging goes, I only have a few enemies, some real and some imagined (like Glock). I stay in this nigga’s “supposed” hood (Harlem) on the regular and nobody’s ever heard of him, so I’m chalking Glock up as a blogger whose fictitious persona is that of an ignorant homophobe, whose life consists of going to jail and getting ass-fucked, swallowing hot loads of man milk and coming home and waiting with baited-cum-breath for my next blog to come out, so he can be the first to write “First!” and regurgitate his old washed-up ignorance with a foul comment, meanwhile, forgetting that, as a blogger, his job is to blog! (Can somebody please ghost-write for this nigga? He seems to be fresh out of ideas besides writing about me and my children. Lol!) Shout-out to Harlem World!

Glock the wigga, throwin' up the Westside, reppin Council Bluffs, Iowa all day!

I’m the faggot advocate, but I can still roll with street certified niggas! Why? Because I’m honest and don’t take defecations (shits) on people, just because it generates web hits. From where I stand, if most of your blogs are negative and “hate-filled” against hip-hop, perhaps this culture isn’t for you—if you can’t seem to pull anything good out of hip-hop, maybe you should explore Country & Western. And mos def, if you’re negatively blogging against hip-hop for shock value—keep your head down, your chin tucked, and your windows locked, because there’s a Kayslay/Bun B in every city! Otherwise, stay in your mama’s womb (basement) where it’s all warm and safe. Getting Perez Hiltoned on YouTube ain’t a good look!

Street certified DJ Kayslay & Khalil Amani

Straight Stuntin with DJ Kayslay!

DJ Kayslay & Khalil Amani

So I had a really great time in New York, albeit, I didn’t meet any of my gay rappers.  New York’s a big cities divided by boroughs (what we call counties in my neck of the woods). Everybody’s all over the place—from The Bronx, to Queens, Brooklyn to New Jersey. (Shout-out to Bone Intell for trying to hook up. I was really looking forward to meeting Bone, Sonny, Lester, Swanny, King Jabbar, Baron, Shorty Roc, Medino and errybody. Shit!) There’s always next time.

I stayed at this old hotel right smack-dab in the heart of Times Square, since I wasn’t sure where any of the events I’d be attending were.

I went to New York as DJ Kayslay’s guest for his three-day weekend “Straight Stuntin Magazine” party. Having written the very controversial article, “Why Gay Hip-hop/Rap?” for his magazine and planning on writing more articles, I thought it would be nice to personally meet my new employer, DJ Kayslay—and some of these very bootylicious phat-bottom video vixens/models—all while repping this gay hip-hop shyt.

I attended Kayslay’s Saturday night boat ride on the Hudson River, where the models and rap stars were abundant. Surprisingly, my best friend David Solomon and I were the first two people to show up (I think we got the time wrong) and shortly thereafter DJ Kayslay and video vixen Cubana Lust (she’s the chick with the panther? tattooed across her ass) came along, where we officially greeted one another and he introduced us to Ms Lust, a very nice young lady.

Video Vixen Cubana Lust & Khalil Amani

The weather was great and the boat was filled to the rim with flesh for our eyes’ consumption. I got a chance to meet many of the models who are featured in the magazine and several of them knew me on sight! I thought that was quite thrilling to be recognized and congratulated on the gay hip-hop article. The beautiful model Lia Cha said, “I know exactly who you are ‘cause I am truly a fan of your article in Straight Stuntin. That shit was fire!”

Khalil Amani & Model Lia cha

I got a chance to meet reality star/R&B crooner Ray J (for the second time), and rappers Papoose and Cam’ron. Make no mistake about it! I introduced myself as the “Spiritual Advisor to Gay Hip-hop” for shock value. Lol! A stunned Ray J, even though he was bent on that alcohol sobered up for a quick second to say, “Cool! Alright man! Do ya thang!”  Papoose was real cool and knew who I was (I presume based on his closeness to Kayslay). There were just so many people that I met and shared what I stand for and it was all love. There were at least two people who were “in the life.” They really expressed appreciation for reppin’ gay hip-hop.

Khalil Amani & Ray J

All-in-all, it was an honor and a great experience for me personally and another step for the Movement. Thank you Kayslay.

We are like the dog, which ate the crumbs that fell from the master’s table—the meek that shall inherit the earth—the tail which shall become the head. Our fight is righteous.

DJ Kayslay—an interesting character to say the least. One part businessman. One part showman. One part pimpin’. And one part visionary/icon. I’ll deal with the latter.

I was hoping to have a sit-down with Kayslay and chop it up regarding gays doing hip-hop. That didn’t happen. So, I was left to just observe, make mental notes, formulate some opinions and try to understand why he let me write for his magazine and why I’m at this function (all the while being distracted by bodacious women and alcohol… poor me!)

Tru’ dat! DJ Kayslay comes across as somewhat of a homophobe, but I think there’s a method to his madness. He recently commented that rappers need something unique to break into the game and said, “Be the first fucking gay rapper!” And then a recent video appeared on Worldstarhiphop where he is calling the NFL gay and must’ve been started by a gay person. Personally, I think Kayslay is wrestling with the fact that he understands hip-hop and that it must be transcendent—allow for other voices to be heard, while at the same time he wrestles with a genre that one must always exert maleness, heterosexualism.

We, on this side on the coin (those of you who are openly gay or gay-friendly supporters like me) can easily point the finger at the “Kayslays of the world.” Effin’ homophobe! But if we, for a moment, take the time to look at it from the heterosexual perspective—from the perspective of a major hip-hop figure who has everything to lose and nothing to gain—when we do this we can put in context Kayslay’s words versus his actions and no truer words have ever been spoken than “Actions speak louder than words!” I say, “Fuck the theatrics/shock-value of video/radio and focus on what the man has done and will do for our Movement!” Honestly, I think Kayslay is intentionally bringing up the gay dissing on radio—intentionally playing the “Devil’s Advocate” and will flip-the-script on the hip-hop world!

"Why Gay Hip-hop/Rap?"

Think, for a moment, about a cause that you stood up for that had nothing to do with you personally. What are you advocating for that is totally removed from your everyday existence? In this context, one can see that, indeed, Kayslay putting gay hip-hop in his magazine is historical and cutting-edge despite his seemingly homophobia.

As a straight man who was steeped in religious studies, it was a cold slap in my face when I realized that my own homophobia was rooted in a lie—that indeed, I had been religiously brainwashed to see homosexuality as sin. But that summer of ’96 when I stumbled upon the fraud of homosexuality as sin, I found myself at a crossroads—much like what Kayslay is probably experiencing today. My Christian upbringing—my Hebrew Israelite faith—all of that shyt was challenged by my research! My research had led me to the conclusion that the polemic (argument) against homosexuality in the Bible was a religious hoax. Shortly thereafter, I wrote my third book and penned a chapter called “Homosexuality: The Great Sin of Sodom?” where I deconstructed the bogus argument and became an advocate for gay rights. And then ten years later I found this wonderful Movement called “Homo-hop” (Through Deadlee’s interview at Allhiphop) and was naturally drawn to it out of my love for hip-hop and truth.

In the process of advocating on behalf of gay people, I had to deal with family and friends questioning my sexuality and even some gay rappers that feel I’m “bandwagon jumping,” as though there’s a ton of money to be made with gay rappers. (SMH)

The idea of straight black men standing up for our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters is quite problematic for many straight folk who are quick to label you as gay. It is this burden, which people like Kayslay must deal with when connecting themselves to our Movement—the same burden which many white people had to deal with during the Civil Rights Era when choosing to stand up for righteousness and lock arms with black struggle. “What will people think of me?” A very human response to going against the grain.

If Kayslay never does another thing to further our cause, he’s still done more than the Puffys and Russell Simmons of the world who have the power and money to search out a few gay rappers and put them on!

Kanye West is a vocal proponent of gay rights, but what has he done in hip-hop to further the cause of gay rappers or gays doing hip-hop, besides given a few speeches? In this regard, DJ Kayslay exceeds Kanye because he advocates for a gay rapper to enter mainstream and is allowing our voice to have an impact on his readership. Straight Stuntin Magazine might not be The Source or XXL—yet, but if I have anything to do with it I will help bring the magazine into hip-hop respectability—not just for gay folk, but for women, Latinos, the Krip-hop Nation and all other marginalized voices within the body of hip-hop. This is my pledge.

  Khalil Amani reppin' "Straight Stuntin Magazine"

Byron Crawford: Does this Guy Really Get Poontang?

By Khalil Amani (Hoodgrownonline.com)

My blogging “arch-nemesis” Byron Crawford (his words) aka “Biggie Biggums” aka “Tub-O-Lard” aka “Greasy Cheeks” aka “Chit’lin Head” aka “Super-size it Please!” aka “I Hate My Black Gums” writes for XXL Magazine and his own website.

The real Byron Crawford!

This nigga is Ricky Rawss minus the beard! When was the last time you seent your dick—17 years ago? Every sista knows—the fatter the nigga, the smaller the dick!

One sloppy mofo! Byron (Bol) Crawford in his mama's basement.

My name stays in his mouf like a canker sore! (Thanks for the free promo! *wink wink*) What I wanna know is does this fat-fuck have a girlfriend—a wife—a jump-off? Is he really gettin’ the poonanny, the skins, the nappy dugout, knockin’ boots and doing the wild thang? Does this nigga get poontang—pussy? Enquiring minds wanna know! WHY? Because…

Byron knows waaaaay too much about everybody else’s sex life! Da voyeur! Internet Peeping Tom! Chester-the-Molester-perverted-uncle-type-nigga!

And you say you’re 28 years old? Shiiit! Yes, I’ve got a daughter your age, but she looks 18!

Khalil's daughter Turi, age 28.

You wanna know what I was doing at 28? Stripping! Slinging dick all over Miami! Lol! I was dancer, which means that my body was in great shape—six-pack & alla dat! Now look at your sloppy 28 year old ass! ‘Fess up playa! We’re about the same age, ain’t we? (49)

But fuck that! Where’s your girl?

I searched his website, his MySpace page (his Top 2 friends are white boys! Yes homo!), his Facebook page, his Twitter page—I Googled his name. I damn near Internet-stalked this nigga (no homo!) in search of some poontang/women connected to him! (*We already know that he doesn’t like black chicks [a sign of small dickness], but I couldn’t even find a pink-toes/white girl snuggled up with him!) All I could find is that ugly-ass picture of him wearing some K-Mart designer frames (where he works), with that stooopid, shit-eatin’ scowl on his face when he was young, dumb & full of cum/youthful that he wants you and I to believe is how he looks today! Lol! Nigga stop frontin’!

This picture is 12 years old!

For someone who’s always putting people on blast—speculating about their sexuality or questioning whether a person has a sexually transmitted disease—for him to blog that I am an “AIDS-ridden D/L brotha” and questioning whether the beautiful video vixen Ashley Logan has herpes—or calling Buffie the Body a “ho”—or writing that I lusted after DJ Kayslay in a radio call-in (because I’m in his magazine)—you’s-a funny mofo!

Should we all produce test results to prove we are negative? Or how about a lawyer to sue you for slander and defamation of character? I’m taking your “Pr0n” (porn) collection! (So long as there’s no gay, child or bestiality porn ‘cause you look mad perverted!)

St. Louis women! Stand up! Will the last piece of ass ...no (because gay dudes might come out the woodwork!)/ piece of pussy Byron’s had please come forward. He can make you famous!

Must be a hard pill to swallow knowing that you are semi-famous and still gotta pay for poontang! As much as you hate/abhor what I stand for (big-upping gays), you ride my dick like one of my ex-jump-offs—dick-whipped! The only reason you were quoted in Spin Magazine is because of me! Lol! And now you’ve got your panties-in-a-bunch because you weren’t asked to be in Kayslay’s magazine. Boo-hoo! This ain’t no Laurel & Hardy act! Stop whining like a bitch!

For heaven’s sakes… you’re in XXL! Can I do ME, without you sniffing my drawhs at every turn?

Before I came along, and put you in Spin Magazine, your biggest press was a hometown review in some shyt called Riverfront Times (a newspaper so small that there’s only one section—NEWS!) and a self-congratulatory entry in Wikipedia, which we all know is inaccurate as hell! Do you feel relevant and important now?

So now you’ve heard that DJ Kayslay called XXL to holla at you? I bet you’re shitting some big ol’ funky fat turds thinking about that confrontation. But we all know you don’t roll in hip-hop circles, so your chances of running into Kayslay are slim to none. He’d have to catch you at a Village People reunion concert to whip that ass! Lol! (We know how you love white boys and their music!)

Tell the truth! That’s why you use that fake-ass picture, huh? So you can talk shyt and then walk amongst the populace and not get recognized as the HATER you are!

Where is your girlfriend Byron? Byron? Can you imagine a chick hollering BYRON in the middle of lovemaking? “Oooh By-By Byron!” That shyt sounds clinical as hell! “Dear? Can we have sexual intercourse tonight?” It must be quite lonely in your mama’s basement! Holla at cha boy! I can hook you up with my friend! I know a tranny rapper that likes guys from St. Louis—well, fit guys that rap with names that rhyme with stringy. Maybe he can give you the hook-up?

Bottom-line? You’re a disgusting fat-body that likes to project the pain of not getting any poontang on the poontang itself—dissing video vixens and chicks you can NEVER have! Psyche101.

Shout-out to Buffie the Body, Ashley Logan and all the beautiful models at Straight Stuntin Magazine! Only a faggot would diss fine-ass women! And shout-out to Kayslay for his visionary work! That’s the business!

PS. Byron! Have you checked your cholesterol lately? It’s the silent killer!