Okay. This is a subject I've been holding onto for quite a while as well. Fitting it comes on the eve of a movie "remembering" the life of Christopher George Latore Wallace.
First let me share some background information with you. There have been many rap artists who have passed away, whether it be from a violent, accidental, or self-inflicted death.
Big L, Slim (formerly of the Cash Money rap group), Scott La Rock, Jam Master Jay, Proof (formerly of D-12), Tupac Shakur and Christopher Wallace are a few rappers that died at the hands of violence.
DJ Screw, Pimp-C, Ol Dirty Bastard, and Big Pun are artists that died of accidental deaths.
Exploitation:
This is what the music business is based on. The big companies use the performers talent to gain more wealth for themselves while they sign the artist to a contract that cheats he or she out of most of their money and ownership of their music. I'm sure you know of at least three of your friends who want to be a rapper and who is working on their mixtape, or "grinding". There is nothing wrong with having a goal, but the music business is on the decline. Well established artists cannot sell records so what makes an underground artist capable of doing so. Separation. The music industry has been flooded with the same type of music across ALL genres. Everybody is doing something similar and all those that are being true to themselves (Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz, Immortal Technique, and many other artists) can't catch a break. The radio is not what you think it is. It's a machine used to promote the artist whose label pays them for a certain amount of spins. That's why you hear the same songs all the time. Not because people like them!
Superstardom:
The rappers dream! You've made it, you've went platinum, you're going on tour, you've got money that's ACTUALLY yours! What now? Then people start to hate you, they rooted for you when you were coming up but now they are tired, onto the next act! People will say you fell off, you were never any good. So what do you do? You sellout. What is selling out though? Making pop music? Making music different than what got you to the dance? I think some artists sell out and others succumb to the pressure. What would you do if everybody loved you for what you did for so long and then turned on you for that very same thing? You would do something else! This is why you get rappers who sing, who use autotune, who beef. It generates sales and what makes sales makes the company happy.
Sometimes:
Sometimes though, things don't end like that. Sometimes the beef becomes too serious, people don't let go of the bullshit and just make their music. People get threatened, beat up, or killed. Then what? No more music is coming from you if you're dead, but wait! Posthumous records! With the magic of the studio now you're saying rhymes you never said! You're alongside artists you probably wouldn't have gotten along with if you were alive! Who cares though right? It's just music! Or is it?
I don't like it one bit how dead rappers are exploited to boost record sales or hype up artists. Let the dead rest in peace and make music own your own merit!
What do you think???
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Intro To Myself
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Recreant
Trust was of the utmost, it was given & given, ulterior motives seemed scarce no sketchy past to dig in. Attraction, connection, clickin or what have you was prevalent; it was just so soon to become settled in. A movie, popcorn, or better yet strawberry Twizzlers! Now the question is what do we watch, comedy, action, suspense, or a thriller? Unknown to the woman she was an actress in a drama, & tears coming from her eyes would be the thing her cheeks would have to dodge, & controlling her rage which is making her shapely body hotter than a sweat lodge.
See this is a story about a love that was weak @ a certain point, & like all my others true life is the backstory of this joint. Should I break it down, nah that's much too involved, this is a case that only Mr. JioVanni can solve. Break out the spectacles, hound’s-tooth jacket & slacks; I'll pretend I have a butler named Jeeves bringing around my Cadillac. Is it a bird is it a plane, no it's the animal of lust, what attracts it? Hmm, pretty smile nice figure & a supple bust. Trouble looms when the distance increases, when the distance shortens for a moment everything seems peachy. Long ago the recreance action occurred, but she forgave & kept it pushin, but inside she was perturbed. "Was it my fault?" "Am I not pretty enough?" These questions are ludicrous given the subject of this joint but it's prolly what she asked herself… They say once a…after hearing this statement she should have became a believer, but she forgave, while she holds in her feelings in a dark, damp cave. By cave I mean mind, body & heart, when it happened, it was like she was on the final level of Mario with no memory card and he pressed restart.
What can you do? Beat up the machine that's just a game? If you knew you were just another high score, you'd prolly not enter your name. It's a chance, some say too risky, other's say it's well worth it, some women are even nicer when they say, "Eh, no man is perfect.." They're right, but the perfect imperfections make you wanna cut it off so there is no longer an erection. Cuz you've come on hard times since your love did it again, the next step is most likely you not trusting men. The best thing to do is to chalk it up, but don't forget it, if you don't forgive that issue will start festering. When it does that it will reflect on the next faithful innocent man, & when he leaves cuz of undeserved accusations, you'll be like, "damn." Don't blame yourself, you're beautiful it's not your fault, it's his & the girl who was most likely attracted by the shiny thing he bought.
I wrote this for you so maybe you'll feel better; this is an observer who interpreted the recreant's love letter…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
See this is a story about a love that was weak @ a certain point, & like all my others true life is the backstory of this joint. Should I break it down, nah that's much too involved, this is a case that only Mr. JioVanni can solve. Break out the spectacles, hound’s-tooth jacket & slacks; I'll pretend I have a butler named Jeeves bringing around my Cadillac. Is it a bird is it a plane, no it's the animal of lust, what attracts it? Hmm, pretty smile nice figure & a supple bust. Trouble looms when the distance increases, when the distance shortens for a moment everything seems peachy. Long ago the recreance action occurred, but she forgave & kept it pushin, but inside she was perturbed. "Was it my fault?" "Am I not pretty enough?" These questions are ludicrous given the subject of this joint but it's prolly what she asked herself… They say once a…after hearing this statement she should have became a believer, but she forgave, while she holds in her feelings in a dark, damp cave. By cave I mean mind, body & heart, when it happened, it was like she was on the final level of Mario with no memory card and he pressed restart.
What can you do? Beat up the machine that's just a game? If you knew you were just another high score, you'd prolly not enter your name. It's a chance, some say too risky, other's say it's well worth it, some women are even nicer when they say, "Eh, no man is perfect.." They're right, but the perfect imperfections make you wanna cut it off so there is no longer an erection. Cuz you've come on hard times since your love did it again, the next step is most likely you not trusting men. The best thing to do is to chalk it up, but don't forget it, if you don't forgive that issue will start festering. When it does that it will reflect on the next faithful innocent man, & when he leaves cuz of undeserved accusations, you'll be like, "damn." Don't blame yourself, you're beautiful it's not your fault, it's his & the girl who was most likely attracted by the shiny thing he bought.
I wrote this for you so maybe you'll feel better; this is an observer who interpreted the recreant's love letter…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
What the hell happened to our young black QUEENS?
I guess they got replaced with these...
WARNING: Strong language and strong sexual content. It's not porn, but damn near.
If you have nothing to say about this disgrace then you're part of the problem!
Watch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ADrhI3TMIA
Why does YouTube allow this??????
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
WARNING: Strong language and strong sexual content. It's not porn, but damn near.
If you have nothing to say about this disgrace then you're part of the problem!
Watch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ADrhI3TMIA
Why does YouTube allow this??????
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
Eat The Cake Anna Mae...
Yeah, um...
If you think this is ok or funny there is something wrong!
This is why people think the way they do about black women. Disgracefulness like this!!!!
Until women start holding themselves to a higher standard they'll keep being treated like a disposable item. Seriously who would want to be in a committed relationship with a person like this????
Women are a treasure, but some women give their treasure up too easily. Some men are pirates in search of treasure and once they find it they move on to another bounty, aka they make you walk the plank!
What do you think of this?
If I forgot to tag you, please comment anyway!
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
THE MARK OF THE BEAST
Revelations:
13:14 He deceives my own people who dwell on the earth because of the signs he was granted to do in front of the beast; saying to those who dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast who had the sword wound and lived.
13:15 It was given to him to give breath to it, to the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause as many as wouldn't worship the image of the beast to be killed.
13:16 He causes all, the small and the great, the rich and the poor, and the free and the slave, to be given marks on their right hands, or on their foreheads;
13:17 and that no one would be able to buy or to sell, unless he has that mark, the name of the beast or the number of his name.
13:18 Here is wisdom. He who has understanding, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is the
number of a man. His number is six hundred sixty-six.
They are already implementing this technology in parts of the world and one day it will be the standard. I’ll die hungry before I take this mark in my right hand or forehead!
For the longest time I thought about this topic and tried to avoid it. I was nervous about speaking on it. But oh well, I’ve never been one to be scared! I wrote this one to help you guys and keep you on the right road.
It’s up to you to make the choice…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
13:14 He deceives my own people who dwell on the earth because of the signs he was granted to do in front of the beast; saying to those who dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast who had the sword wound and lived.
13:15 It was given to him to give breath to it, to the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause as many as wouldn't worship the image of the beast to be killed.
13:16 He causes all, the small and the great, the rich and the poor, and the free and the slave, to be given marks on their right hands, or on their foreheads;
13:17 and that no one would be able to buy or to sell, unless he has that mark, the name of the beast or the number of his name.
13:18 Here is wisdom. He who has understanding, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is the
number of a man. His number is six hundred sixty-six.
They are already implementing this technology in parts of the world and one day it will be the standard. I’ll die hungry before I take this mark in my right hand or forehead!
For the longest time I thought about this topic and tried to avoid it. I was nervous about speaking on it. But oh well, I’ve never been one to be scared! I wrote this one to help you guys and keep you on the right road.
It’s up to you to make the choice…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
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