Artist Spotlight: Yehuda Devir

Artist Yehuda Devir takes life with his wife Maya in Tel Aviv and turns it into relatable comic book-style illustrations.

Devir captures moments, both sweet and silly, from daily life with wife Maya.

Yehuda Devir
The artist and his wife. 

Age of Ultron

Marvel Fans Successfully Unlocked The Avengers Trailer

Marvel both delighted and infuriated its rabid fan base yesterday by making them work together to unlock the new Avengers: Age of Ultron trailer by tweeting about it. But good news: The trailer is amazing.

All morning of March 4, a promoted post on Twitter asked fans to “tweet to unlock” the new ad, and now the spot is live. Check it out below for your fix of James Spader, Robert Downey Jr. and an overflowing superhero smorgasbord:

Full Story @ Adweek.com

Female MC of The Year: Rapsody

Rapsody released an album with arguably no skippable tracks.
In this snippet of her ability to rock the microphone she is comparable to any rapper in the industry. This young lady offered fans punchlines that would make Lauryn Hill jealous.eNJOY!!!

Epitome of an Female MC

Widely regarded as one of the best lyricists in the game, underground veteran Rapsody definitely garnered some Twitter followers after she released her Beauty & Beast EP—

Her Most Solid Project to Date.

Full Story @ HipHiopDX.com

Art Tuesday: Kendrick Lamar “The Blacker the Berry”

In honor of Black History and Good Music, Kendrick Lamar paints a great verbal masterpiece . The message in “Blacker the Berry” is vivid and unapologetic. eNJOY

[Produced by Boi-1da & Terrace Martin]

[Intro x2]
Everything black, I don’t want black
I want everything black, I ain’t need black
Some white, some black, I ain’t mean black
I want everything black

[Bridge]
Six in the mornin’, fire in the street
Burn, baby, burn, that’s all I wanna see
And sometimes I get off watchin’ you die in vain

It’s such a shame they may call me crazy
They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin’
But homie, you made me
Black don’t crack, my nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean

Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my senses
You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it
I’m African-American, I’m African
I’m black as the moon, heritage of a small village

Pardon my residence
Came from the bottom of mankind
My hair is nappy, my dick is big, my nose is round and wide

You hate me don’t you?
You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture

You’re fuckin’ evil I want you to recognize that I’m a proud monkey
You vandalize my perception but can’t take style from me
And this is more than confession

I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion
I’m guardin’ my feelins, I know that you feel it

You sabotage my community, makin’ a killin’
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga

[Pre-Hook]
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot

[Hook: Assassin]
I said they treat me like a slave, cah’ me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah’ we black

And man a say they put me in a chain, cah’ we black
Imagine now, big gold chain full of rocks
How you no see the whip, left scars pon’ me back
But now we have a big whip, parked pon’ the block

All them say we doomed from the start, cah’ we black
Remember this, every race start from the block, just remember that

[Verse 2]
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean

I mean, it’s evident that I’m irrelevant to society
That’s what you’re telling me, penitentiary would only hire me
Curse me till I’m dead
Church me with your fake prophesizing that I’mma be just another slave in my head

Institutionalize manipulation and lies
Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes
You hate me don’t you?

I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself
Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt

Watchin’ me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out
Muscle cars like pull ups, show you what these big wheels ’bout, ah

Black and successful, this black man meant to be special
CAT scans on my radar bitch, how can I help you?

How can I tell you I’m making a killin’?
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
When I finish this if you listenin’ then sure you will agree

This plot is bigger than me, it’s generational hatred
It’s genocism, it’s grimy, little justification

I’m African-American, I’m African
I’m black as the heart of a fuckin’ Aryan

I’m black as the name of Tyrone and Darius
Excuse my French but fuck you — no, fuck y’all
That’s as blunt as it gets, I know you hate me, don’t you?
You hate my people, I can tell cause it’s threats when I see you

I can tell cause your ways deceitful
Know I can tell because you’re in love with that Desert Eagle
Thinkin’ maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed him

It’s funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war
Two tribal armies that want to build and destroy
Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door
Beefin’ with Pirus, only death settle the score

So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers
Or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”

Or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day
Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays
Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements
Or watch BET cause urban support is important

So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street?
When gang banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?
Hypocrite!

[Outro]

Written Word Wednesday: On My Droid

Dante Maxey

By: Mista GoodKat

Fist clinched
thumbs tap dance across Motorola screens
texting nothings to nobodies
i guess i’m talking to me
hope comes from constant belief
one stroke of genius
On digital sheets
positions me
above mediocrity
writing a Hip Hop Odyssey
of pure unadulterated poetry
exploring the leaps
of those before me
studying the verbal orgies
displayed on early mornings
after late night
open mic
sessions
street light fluorescence
provides illumination
for our free will to express our expression
of peace and aggression
our goals and transgressions
our failed test and greatest lessons
and everything is at my fingertips
one thought away from entering in
info into intangible infrastructures
invented invertly inside artificial intelligence
only to hold the details of my intellect
and occasionally surf the internet
and having brief conversations with relatives

Wow!!!….Did Dr. King Die for Freedom of Ignorance?

By: Don Lemon from CNN

I can’t wait to see Dr. King this coming King Holiday weekend.

 

He’s going to be appearing at a lot of parties around the country. Did you know that?

 

I’ve seen him on a bunch of party flyers, and he’s looking like he’s about to get “turnt up” or star in the latest video on 106 & Park.

 

I didn’t know Dr. King sagged his pants or twerked or flashed his money or wore gold chains and bling on his fingers and wrists.

 

Not until I saw the pictures for myself.

MLK Wow

 

It was on a flyer that read “Freedom 2 Twerk” – It was an invitation to a Martin Luther King Day Weekend teen party in Flint Michigan. Dr. King is decked out in a black sweater, a gold watch, saggy jeans and a giant gold chain with what looks like a musical symbol attached.  Well, it’s almost as big as one. Oh and there’s a young lady with a letterman’s jacket standing right next to him.

 

And you’re in luck if you’re not going to be in Flint this weekend cause you can also go to another party in Cleveland. I saw an invitation to the MLK Weekend Shuffle.

mlk-nicki-minaj

 

This one shows Dr. King with his hands outstretched wearing a Guayabera or safari type shirt, a gold watch on his wrist and a pinky ring next to his wedding band.

 

So, if you’re not going to be in the Midwest there’s another invitation from Ontario, California- an invite to the MLK 4th annual Chocolate Affair. Chocolate candy bars appear in the photo with Dr. King.

 

Not out west this weekend? No problem.

 

An invitation from Jacksonville, Florida shows Dr. King in a photo next to a scantily clad woman in sunglasses.

 

According to the flyer for the MLK All Black party (meaning everyone wears black, not blacks only) ladies drink for free till midnight.

In Miami, there’s the Bad Bitch official I Have a Dream Bash put on by Boss Nigga’z Presents. Dr. King is flashing $100 bills. Two ladies in bras and panties flank him along with Ciroc vodka bottles. By the way, all Ciroc drinks are $5.

mlk-flyer-i-have-a-dream

So are dances presumably from half naked ladies similar to the ones on the flyers. Yes, it is a strip club. Interesting place for a Dr. King party.

 

Another from Auburn, Alabama shows Dr. King in a leather jacket draped with a gold chain, standing next to a 1970’s Monte Carlo with custom rims. And there’s another naked lady and more Ciroc vodka bottles in that photo.

 

Hey ladies! This one you get to drink free all night, according to the flyer.

 

There’s another one from Pensacola with Dr. King wearing over-sized headphones standing next to Lil Wayne and a woman I don’t recognize. An old Chevy with rims and a brand new Maybach are in the background. Obviously I’m being sarcastic up until this point.

 

The ignorance about what Dr. King represents to some young folks is astounding. Dr. King is probably rolling over in his grave.

 

Luckily his daughter Bernice is here to speak for him, saying she’s outraged by the use of her father’s image in this manner.

 

And luckily he has a whole lot of TJMS listeners to defend him as well. More than a thousand of you responded with words ranging from ‘appalling’ to ‘disrespectful’ to ‘ignorant.’

 

And your calls to the event center in Michigan got an apology and the event cancelled. TJMS listener Pam Ranberg even asked, “when is there going to be a conversation about how much damage the thug image is doing to our community?”

 

My answer to her is right here on my commentary and on CNN. I just had that conversation this week.

 

And when I did people called me a sellout, an uncle tom and a race trader. That’s part of the current mentality that embraces and defends thug culture and so-called rachetness.

 

So perhaps the best way to sum it up comes from TJMS listener Patricia McGee who very astutely wrote, “No respect. His dying wasn’t for you to shake your butt.”

 

I say, Amen Patricia!