I could’nt resist… Enjoi~*
I could’nt resist… Enjoi~*
Kels, Usher, and TPain on the track… Hey, I get down like this*
D’Angelo is sooooo the shyt in this! I just had to, y’all…
The baddest remix on this beat to date! “Lil’ Wayne – O Let’s Do It Verse Remix feat. Waka Flocka Flame
Lil Miss Kelly Rowland has emerged anew!~ I think its about to be her time. Bey playin’ out anyway…
This here is some shyt!
Regardless of the personal issues, Miss Fantasia is still doin’ her music thing! Now I don’t know if she singin’ to this blockhead dude she been actin’ stupid about, but she is doin’ her thang, and lookin’ good doin’ it!~
Today when I get back to my boo, I see that they have reconsidered. This is madness; kill the rocket scientist at The Discovery Channel that came up with this bullshyt.
‘Michael Jackson’s Autopsy: What Really Killed Michael Jackson”, was a unoffical (nobody told they ass to do it) fictional (wtf?) account of what the autopsy “must have been like” (???), and its results.” This shyt has been cancelled. It was goin’ live Jan. 13th in “several Western European countries” and the UK ( not in the United States where all the money is? Why is that?).
I wonder if anyone consulted the family? Highly unlikely, since they hot as fish grease about this whole thing. And rightfully so. This is in so much poor taste I can’t even describe it.
Nobody can. The Fans got on it right away. We kicked up a whole buncha shyt, includin’ an online petition that got 10ThouWow+ signatures immediately!) The estate popped of a white-hot, eviceratin letter to they ass , that singed their eyelashes. Probably threatened to see them in court. They had to do somethin’ . So:
“Given the commencement of legal proceedings beginning next week, and at the request of Michael Jackson’s estate, the scheduled broadcast of the medical documentary related to Michael Jackson’s official autopsy has been postponed indefinitely.”
Ok. Blame it on the rain then, fool. They know this shyt was out of line, and really didn’t give a flyin’ you-know-what. All they wanted to do was cash in on MJack’s name by exploitin’ his death. The fact that they didn’t even discuss this with his fam-bam, is grounds for a beat-down. And whats this about postponin’ it?
These jackals are gonna try this again down the line…
Who would want to see it? I know there is a morbid cretin somewhere who wants to, but I wouldn’t want to see The Gloved One layin’ on a slab with the T-Cut goin’. I don’t find shyt like that fascinatin’. I am personally outraged by this whole thing.
And I’m outraged by all the bullshyt you can find online about this now. While researchin’ this article, I googled Mike, and the first results had the word autopsy’ in it. When I clicked on ‘Images’, there was all kinds of bullshyt there, includin’ fake ass closeups of his face on the table (hey didn’t even have the eyebrows right, the cretins… ) There was weven a pic of a dayumm alien layin on a table with the cut; the caption was “Michael Jackson’s Exclusive Autopsy Photos!” I was speechless, and that’s a hugh thing for me…
When will this man be able to really ‘rest’?
Dont look like its gonna be too soon…
Woke up to bad news this morning. Teena Marie, (real name Mary Christine Brockert), that white gurl with the bad ass voice, has passed away. She was found dead in her Pasadena home on Sunday. Her manager, Mike Gardner, confirmed she was found by her daughter, after apparently dying in her sleep.
“Teena was a black voice trapped in a white body,” - Cathy Hughes, founder of Radio One
Lady Tee’s last album, “Congo Square,” was titled after a historical meeting place for slaves in New Orleans, featured a tribute to Martin Luther King’s widow and also song “Black Cool,” written for President Barack Obama. Her first hit, was “I’m A Sucker for Your Love“.
Some of her most fierce hits included “Lovergirl,” Square Biz” (my fav!) and the scorching duet “Fire and Desire” with mentor Rick James. The list goes on…
She is survived by her daughter, Alia Rose, who, as of 2009, performs under the name Rose Le Beau.
R.I.P Ivory Soul Sistah