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anniversary - Tony Toni Tone



Yes, this is our 150th post. We Deed it Mayne! Isn't it exciting! To commemorate this fantabulous, vanglorious day I want to do something a little interactive and fun to get to know you all. Today is the day I want all the lurkers and regular commenters to let me know about yourselves. Tiha is gonna drop a hot 16 bars, and I am going to spit a poem about ourselves. So, in return for these blazing verses I would like you to tell me about yourselves, where you are from and how you found us and anything else you'd like to tell us.

*1,000 bonus cool points if your introduction is in the form of a rap or a poem. (Who doesn't want cool points?)


alise writes:

Seems just like yesterday but all of a sudden it hit me
This blogging adventure done hit one-fifty
Me the Durham, N-C chick with my Yankee partner in crime
A perfect cohort to make this artistic climb
We never had to show any T & A to show we're fly
Only had to be the real Tiha and Alise and knew you 'd comply
So thank you readers for witnessing this journey and please don't stop
We'll never forget y'all when me and the eysqueen make it to the top....


tiha writes (for the lurkers):

peeking through the blinds
what's popping this time?
slinking down the halls
tip toeing trying not to fall
I just wanna see
no need for meet and greet
I just want to hear
just wanna be near
oh no I’ve been spotted
lights shinning bright
oh no there they are
over to my right
“lurkers we see you,
come out and greet
lurkers we see you
here’s the mic
go head and speak…”

"They" Say......

Howdy Cubicle Crusaders, et. al. ! I have been swamped with work. So I know I was supposed to have a tepid hot rhyme for y'all today, but no such luck. BUT, Tiha's post yesterday brought a blog to mind that I wrote on my personal blog that was fitting. I actually wrote this back in October when I first cut off my locs, people were so judgmental and lamenting over the fact I no longer had long hair. Yet, if they really knew me, they would know that I could care less about some long hair or what anyone thinks of my hair. I hope you guys enjoy the piece and the song! (I'll have a lukewarm blazing 16 bars for ya tomorrow! (I promise.)

*originally posted 10/8/08*



*Baldheaded me*

Living my life by other people's rules was like listening to wack ass hip hop (read: radio) when there is so much good music out there that is not neccesarily the most popular, the poem coming up speaks to that, I have had a trying evening dealing with judgmental people telling me what beauty is and what it ain't, what success really means and what it ain't..... le sigh...... but I don't care anymore what "They Say", so I'm good, real good:

You have finally faced the music
Cut through the overproduction,
Pushed through the synthesized keys and unlocked your destiny
Swam against the tide of superflous watered down beats
Escaped the trap of snares...
Came up and breathed in the pure air of lyrics.

Unearthed what lie beneath and between the lines.

Found the treasures of knowledge in each syllable.....

Tiha's comment:

1 comments:

eysqueen said...

bald heads unite!
we too...ecletic to be confined to just one state of mind always trying to find something to call mine to make my own something homegrown too raw to be cut but they want it to be diluted wtf?! just let it be and do what it do and maybe one day they'll write a poem or create a song for you...

Lyricism should be a habit, put this in the air.

Today’s rant is about the lack of lyricism in the rap game. I’m just sick of it. A catchy hook, a Mickey Mouse rhyme does not equate to good lyrical content. Why are good lyrics such an issue with me? I’ll tell you why. I can remember a time when rap music used to be how we communicated to each other our stories and talked about the things that were happening to us, good and bad. NWA let us know how it was going down on the west coast, Wu-Tang let us know the ways of the island world on the east and Bone Thugs represented for the mid west. They gave us an in depth, raw and uncut account of what was really going on in places we would never see, or of places where we lived but had no voice to tell it. Then what happened? The man got to us, that’s what happened. The man had us convinced that the music was about the money, not the message, and the money was all too important. I mean how else would we be able to get out of the ghetto and take care of our families, we had to sell out, we had to do it for the money. Yeah the man and the money= watered down commercialized rap. Also known as Commercialized Crap.

Stunt deez.

So lets make new meanings for old words, because they know how much we like to ebonicize the language. Let’s make a cheesy dance based off of some ole school steps our parents did back in the day and call it new, because they know we sho like to party. Let’s flaunt some rented riches that we don’t own, and can’t keep, because they know we will invest in things of no value, always trying to keep up with the Joneses.

Sarcasm is dripping all over that last paragraph. I know better, you know better, but do the right people know better? I don’t think so. Tomorrow my partner will tell you what real lyrics look like. And maybe we’ll even drop a few bars for those of you who are jonsing for a cipher…..