Nikasia Nowell

NIKASIA NOWELL IS MISSING

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FACTS:

LAST SEEN: Thursday, March 12th @ 7:30am

WEARING: School uniform, light blue shirt with Navy blue pants, and a Black and White plaid jacket

HEIGHT: 5’3

WEIGHT: approx: 130

FROM: PHILADELPHIA, West Oaklane: student at Wagner Middle School

ANSWERS TO: Nikki or Shanky

There was a call given to her family from a man in his Late 20’s early 30’s saying he was going to return her. The call was traced to a Getty’s gas station at Front and Champlost . She was able to say hi and then the line was disconnected.

This is not like Nakasia, she has never ran away and has not been a problem at home nor school.

Please keep a look out for anyone that even resembles her and if you know any young people from either area, ask them have they heard or seen anything.

Nostrand and Fulton

Freddie Hubbard

1938-2008

I guess if I had to make the analogy [In Hip Hop terms]: Freddie Hubbard is the Nas to Miles Davis' Rakim. (see below)

God Bless.

Note: several of Freddie Hubbard's songs were sampled by notable hip Hop artists.

*** "Povo" from the Sky Dive LP.........sampled by Black Sheep for "Black with N.V." off the Wolf In Sheeps Clothing LP.

***"Little Sunflower" from the Backlash LP.........sampled by A Tribe Called Quest for "The Love" off the The Love Movement LP.

***"Red Clay" from the Red Clay LP.......sampled by A Tribe Called Quest for "Sucka N*gga" off the Midnight Marauders LP. Also re-worked by Dwele and Roy Hargrove for a live recording (Gilles Peterson BBC sessions and Dwele Live).

When The Levees Break

What's up Amus?

Haven't holla'd in awhile so I thought that now would be a good time to re-open our lines of communication.

I have to admit, I stopped listening to your albums. Well, I still listen to FRANK. Sometimes I can't help it. It reminds of me of how it used to be; you know---before you became a tooth-losing/cracked out/drunk-in-public spectacle.

Ahem.

Wow. The FRANK LP---those were good times. I remember when you gave me the single for "In My Bed". I was floored. Your jack of Nasir's "Made You Look" had me open. Actually I think I was more amazed by the fact that Salaam "I-Gave-The-Fugees-Their-Hottest-Track" Remi produced a heater for Nasir in 2002 and turned around and gave you the SAME track in 2003. Even greater than that? I couldn't say sh*t---the song was diggy diggy DOPE! Considering the fact that I was kinda disgusted that Nas flipped the beat from "Thief's Theme" and turned around and used it for "Hip Hop Is Dead" (shame on you, Will I. Am). I mean, I'm not against "artistic" beat-jacking---but gottdammit Nas! You jacked your own music for your lead single, ON YOUR VERY NEXT ALBUM....damn you ESCO!!!

I digress. This isn't about Nasty Nas/Nastradamus. This is about you---isn't it, Aim?

[NOTE: I did decipher that you had a "jones" (no pun intended) for Nasir WAYYYY before anyone could put that sh*t together. I mean c'mon; you used his music for your single, on the first album, then on your follow-up album you recorded a song "Me and Mr. Jones". I was all over that shit like gottdamned Magnum P.I. My sleuthing skills are bar none.....with the exception of Shaggy and Scooby.]

Anyhoo......

(BTW, this is really how you use the word "anyhoo". You internet numb nuts need to get your sh*t together)

As I was saying.....

I was feeling you Amus. 'In My Bed' took me back to a time when a young Mary Blige was rocking over break beats. Whereas Mary marked the evolution of "New Jack Swing" to "Hip Hop Soul", you provided "Retro Soul" as an alternative to Bubblegum/Crunk/Insta-Soul music. [Note: I speak of these terms as phases and NOT sub-genres. I will not make the same mistakes Kedar made.]

I remember when you sent me the link to the Ghostface promo. It was a commercial for GFK's 'More Fish' album. I dug the commercial. C'mon, it was Ghost! In the background of the 30 second spot, somebody was singing. Wait a minute....that ain't Ghost (obviously)?!?!

Hold up.....who's that singing in the background?

Commercial.....Ghostface.....background music.....ol' school sounding...female singer....kinda sounds like Shirley Bassey......hold the hell up! Oh Sh*t!!! Amus, that's you!!! Oh snap!!! That's why you sent me the link! Damn, Ziti. Duh?? I stood there, grabbing my heart like Fred G. Sanford.

December 2006. I copped the 'More Fish' album. I listened to "You Know I'm No Good" a million frigging times. A less than stellar 2006 was redeemed with one supreme collab. Ghostface+Wineface? That was the one-two punch of the year.

January 2007. Your peoples at Universal sent me a DVD. Ahhh, I remember it like it was yesterday; I'd just got home and I really wanted to wolf down the hoagie that Monica, from the deli, made for me. Actually, after seeing Monica, I wanted to jump in the shower and......AHEM (dammit Ziti....get a hold of yerfself)!!! Anyway, I popped in the DVD, opened my sandwich and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shitttttttt!!!!! A video! F*cking Eureka! It was for the song "You Know I'm No Good". Even though this version was Ghost-less, I was stunned, nonetheless.

You looked different since the last time we saw each other. You had an enormous bee-hive. You lost a little weight. You had these crazy, biker chick tattoos. One of your tats even featured a naked woman. That put you in good with one of my babes. She secretly wants to have a lesbian encounter. She doesn't think I know. Shhhhhhh.

I loved you. You were a cross between The Supremes and Alanis Morrisette; You had the flair, image and pipes of Diana and the girls. You had the truth and I-Don't-Give-A-F*ck attitude of Alanis. You were old AND new at the same time. You were going to run the second leg of a race that Erykah, D'Angelo and Jill had started. In the video, you were slinking around in that tub, showing off rug burns to a jilted lover. You could sing (or sang --- i.e. "that heifer Amy Winehouse can SANG"). You were going to raise the bar for these other Nickelodeon pop tart singer hoes.

Maybe that was too much to ask for.

March 2007. The day the album came out, I called one of my birds over to listen to it. You know me---I love impressing the babes with my new and/or obscure musical discoveries. It gets them all worked up. [NOTE: Think I'm lying? The week Charlotte Gainsbourg dropped her album, I saw more snapper than a gynecologist.]

I played the album and honey-dip was open. I didn't tell her who it was, I just had her listen. When I showed her the cover, she was floored. She didn't picture this coming from a white girl Brit. I have to admit, that part was sorta perplexing given the fact that Jamiroquai and Alice Russell gave us some of the strongest soul albums of last 10 years. Aren't they white? Hmmmm.

That day, I knew you were gonna blow. Looking how you looked and singing (or sanging) how you sung, it was inevitable. This sh*t was money in the bank. You released "Rehab" as the proper album single and muthaf*ckers went crazy. I felt the distance between us growing. Even though the general public mistook your song as a tale of you actually going to rehab, I knew what you were saying. It was loud and clear: "Ziti, these Grey Poupon eating muthaf*ckers at the record label want me to hook up with the Black Eyed Peas and do a pop album, so they can play the sh*t on Radio Disney! Fuck that sh*t! They want more Britany and less Aretha. These cock-less bastards are trying to send me back to Pop Music Rehab! No. No. No."

I understood. The Jay-Z remix of "Rehab" didn't understand. But I understood.

They wanted to make you a TRL darling, a pop-infused, Pepsi endorsed, princess. It could have happened, just not in the manner in which they wanted. They pressured you to storm the U.S. They wanted you to "get behind" your albums most radio accesible hit (according to them). There were two songs on the album that could have garnered your album another +2 million in sales: "Just Friends" and "Some Unholy War". While "Just Friends" is personally my favorite sh*t on the album, "Some Unholy War" speaks to something greater. Haven't heard it lately? Take a listen.

Good gravy, Amus! That sh*t is pure genius! The music. The way you sing (or sang) it. The slight tremble in your voice. There is feeling of undoubted sincerity that YOU WILL stand beside him in his 'unholy war'. I, the great Zee-dini, felt that sh*t in my bones. Even as I write this, I have a small tear rolling down my cheek. Damn, Amus. You really love that dude, huh? I feel you. F*ck, no woman ever felt that way about me, not even my own mother. Stand beside me in 'some unholy war'? Sh*ttttttttttttttttttttttttt. The only way my moms would stand beside me is if we were in court and she was the plaintiff and I was the defendant. But, I digress.

Summer 2007. I don't know what in porn f*ck happened to you Aim.

I mean, even though it seemed you were rebelling against your new found fame (stateside), your album ended up selling like 10 million copies. You should be happy right? Maybe you weren't rebelling? Maybe you were just high-as-a-kite and you didn't give a f*ck? One incident had you falling off a stage and losing a tooth. One report had you and ol' boy beating the sh*t out of each other in a hotel room. Other stories said you had damn near overdosed....every other week.

What gives Aim? You were my girl. You weren't supposed to be doing this sh*t! I championed you. I sung your praises. This is how you repay me? Gee...thanks. Your Pops (or was it his Pops?) said to stop supporting your music. Damn. That's a tall order, considering you're one of my faves. They seem to be saying that you're on the brink. They think that any day now you might bite the proverbial dust. Doctors are saying you have developed emphysema due to "excessive crack cocaine smoking". Crack?!?!? Are you f*cking serious? Didn't you see New Jack City? Didn't you see Sam Jackson do the "gator dance" in Jungle Fever? Didn't gott damned Whitney Houston tell us that "crack is wack"? Huh? Didn't she? What in the animal f*ck are you thinking Amus? That sh*t is like RAID---it kills roaches dead!

So, with that said, I'm done. I can't keep supporting this sh*t. I love you Amy Waimy, but here's where we must part. This sh*t has gone on far too long. My heart just can't take no more. As you can see, I didn't post any of your current pics. They are too heart wrenching to bear. If I wanted to see skeletal broads dancing around, I would just watch Mike's "Thriller" video.

Amo, I love you---but until you get your sh*t together...these songs go back on the shelf.

Call me when you get right. I'll be here.....waiting.

Love,

Ziti

p.s. I do give you props for looking halfway healthy/decent at the Grammy's. But one night doesn't make up for the endless nights of pain and anguish. Just like those cops told Eddie in Beverly Hills Cop; I won't fall for the 'banana in the tail pipe' twice.

Julian King

Sometimes I use this blog to dazzle you with my charm and wit.

Sometimes I have ideas rolling around in my head that I consider quite maddening.

Sometimes...I...don't know.

Save ourselves.  Love yourself enough and love at least one other person, just as much.

I wish Julian King a safe travel to the next dimension.

Gott Damn Homie (My Minds Playing Tricks On Me)

Beast Man (from the eastside of Eternia) was stunned to learn that he was mistaken for perpetrator in Todd/Obama debacle.

Damn, Ash.....you f*cked up.

The picture above (not BM)? Ashley Todd.

Who is she? She's a supporter of Senator John McCain.

She claimed to have been attacked by supporters of Barack Obama.

It turns out that she lied about the whole f*cking thing.

Damn, Ash.

I know what you were thinking:

"I'll discredit Obama and everything he stands for by staging this attack and carving the letter 'B' in my face. Yeah....that's it....a 'B'. Eureka! His name begins with the letter 'B'! B stands for the word 'blue'. B stands for the word 'bumblebee'! B stands for the word 'boy'! Yay!!!!"

Dammit Ash!!! The man is a presidential nominee! You didn't think the police would investigate this shit?!?! You could have come up with a suspect a little more believable than gottdamn Barack "BarackTheSpot" Obama!

Next time you try some piss poor stunt like this, try a different "B" name to attach this shit to.

Some alternative options:

Billy Joel

Beowulf

Brainy Smurf

Blue Man Group

Bashful (from the 7 Dwarfs)

Benny & The Jets

Bruce Leroy

Beast Man

Bleek Gilliam

Mr. Belvedere

Blossom a.k.a. Miyam Bialik (Two B's for the price of one. Besides, in one episode of the show, Blossom thought Clair Huxtable was the ideal mom. Right there, ol' Bloss was conspiring w/Baracksta by aligning herself with the Huxtable family.....from BROOKLYN!!! Damn Ash!!! That's the perfect motive right there!)

Blair Waldorf (Gossip Girl)

Bam Bam Bigelow

Big Daddy Kane (I mean this dude already told on himself: "rappers step to me/they wanna get some/but I'm the Kane/so yo, you know the outcome)

Banksy (you could have tied it, your facial 'B', into a new form of street art)

Mr. Belding (Saved By The Bell)

Billy Joe Jive

Bananarama

Bootsy Collins

G.O.B. Bluth (Arrested Development)

Ben & Jerry

Barney (He used to be the f*cking king! Now he's been forced to share his block with Dora, Curious George, The Wiggles, The Teletubbies and The Backyardigans. Shit used to be real sweet for 'The Barnster'. Outside of Sesame Street and Blue's Clues, Barney was the "Don Dada". But when you divide up the kiddie-programming pie, your slice starts looking real small. Maybe Barns is trying to re-invent himself as a new millenium, cuddly, O.G. Hollywood bad boy?

Backyardigans (speaking of which)

Batman (C'mon Ash! This muthaf*cker is a VIGILANTE! You could have pinned all of this sh*t on him! You had that one Ash.....you had that one.)

Bob Saget

Prelude To A Butt Analysis

zitibakedbossa: yo son, do you think ol' girl has a "muscle butt"?

BIGFREE: ohhhhhhhh! You talking about Sereez? 

zitibakedbossa: LOL! How you know who I'm talking about? LOL!

BIGFREE: c'mon. ha! everybody been talking about this shit.  and you know thse scandalous bee-yatches r hating cuz shes giving up the snapper to common.  

zitibakedbossa: LOL! you are wild.

BIGFREE: son, thats true shit and you know it. one of my babes was talking about that shit this morning.  she hating cuz shes in love with com and she dont waant to see serena with him. I'm like, man let that girl "do her".  sometimes broads can be hateful ass hoes.

zitibakedbossa: LOL! you're a fucking fool. but you're right.  I don't know what these chicks expect. which one of your chicks was talking shit? Gloria? that chick is fucking ruthless, dude. I think that crazy wench kills small animals in her spare time. shes just mean for NO fucking reason. she act like her parents still give her beatings! LOL! 

BIGFREE: lol! youre stupid! lol.

zitibakedbossa: LOL! Glo is the only 25 yr old chick i know still gettng beatings! how the fuck you letting your parents rock your ass and you old enough to be a fucking grad student?

zitibakedbossa: LOL!

BIGFREE: lol! ha! i didnt say it was Gloria.

zitibakedbossa: was it Gloria?

BIGFREE: not at first.

zitibakedbossa: SEE! gloria did say something though, right? I knew it! that chick kills furry little animals for sport!

zitibakedbossa: that chick probably got a wombat in her apartment right now! she probably holding that muthafucker hostage. I'm telling you son, she kills small furry mammals for shits and giggles.

BIGFREE: actually angie said something first. 

BIGFREE: lol. you r dumb. lol! naw man, she act like an ass sometimes but glo is good people.

zitibakedbossa: angie said something? wow. ang is a cutie, but damn son, shes another one with issues.  shes hardly like gloria, but shes kinda on some ill shit. seriously.

BIGFREE: why you say that?

zitibakedbossa: dude are you serious? get the fuck outta here!

BIGFREE: serious man

zitibakedbossa: remember when we went to see SANTOGOLD? dude I had to lose that chick. santo is my shit and she wasn't gonna kill my buzz. she acted cool on the way there and she acted like an ass once we got there. fuck her. that girl can make your dick go limp at an orgy 

BIGFREE: LOL! chill man. angie is cool. she just has mood swings.  why you gotta be so hard on the babes? damn

zitibakedbossa: i'm just saying, angie used to be my dude. shes one of the only chicks that can reference masta ace and metallica in the same breath. but lately? fuck that. that chick is on some downer type shit. when she gets off that shit we'll be cool again. besides, shes too fucking cute to be all mopey and shit. GET OFF THAT BULLSHIT ANGIE!!!!!! LOL! 

zitibakedbossa: i knew if glo didn't say that serena shit than angie was my next pick

BIGFREE: yeah she said serena had a muscle butt.

zitibakedbossa: wow. i've seen the pics bro. thats a "muscle butt"?  that shit dont look like a muscle butt to me. 

BIGFREE:  hells no! that aint no muscle butt. thats a tussle butt! meaning i'll tussle with that butt!  

zitibakedbossa: LOL! 

BIGFREE: i'm saying   i like it. i like that little black tennis jumper she sports too. 

zitibakedbossa:  oh yeahhhhhhhhhh. that shit is kinda dope. hmmmmm.

BIGFREE: would you smash that? I would. i dig those athletic girls.

zitibakedbossa: hmmmmm. let me look at those pics again.

END OF PART ONE

S.O.G. x Converse (Pollock Inspired Remix)

State Of Grace (S.O.G.) x Converse

Remix inspired by the great Jackson Pollock.

Our motivation?

Herbie Hancock. 

Hunter S. Thompson. 

The Filth by Grant Morrison. 

Female Wrestling. 

Entourage.

Diddy owns your soul. B*tch

I usually don't post other peoples work. This was just too funny.

Maronzio Vance: comedian.

Ziti's Guide To Crew Love

In an effort to strengthen the bonds that exist between members of various clans, crews, posses and cliques, I, The Great Zee-Dini, will present a guide that will impart practical skill sets in maintaining "crew love".  You can't successfully maneuver a crew through the rigors of life if you don't understand the basic tenets of nurturing your crew with the love needed to survive. Follow these guidelines to insure the survival of your crew…as well as yourself.

1. If you're getting money, hit everyone in your crew with some money.  

I ran with this crew one time. We're all hustling. We're all trying to make some sh*t happen.  Two people are in the front. Me and everyone else were in the back (working nonetheless).   When payday came, the crew leader broke off himself and the dude right next to him.  I got nothing. Late nights of blood, sweat and tears got me zero.  I didn't get stupid. I gave that crew the finger and got my own sh*t.  My words to that wack-ass-go-nowhere crew: You can have your little nickel and dime, unorganized hustle.  No one is checking for you and you're washed up.  

Remember this: If you're getting cash and your crew members are on "E", they will come and step to you. Or they'll just quit dealing with you. Period.

2. If you're DUMB, you are NOT IN CHARGE.

Some of you muthaf**kers aren't that bright.  Some of you buttmunchers have all the sense of a bag of sea hag titties. But you seem to think you can be a leader or be in charge of some sh*t.  Man, listen. You can hardly count to 10. You can hardly spell. You can't make a firm decision to save your f**king life. SIT THE F*CK DOWN SOMEWHERE. I'm serious. Find the smart person in your crew and elect him/her leader. It could save your life one day. 

3. If you have low to no self-esteem/self confidence, you need to "get that together" before it causes problems in your life (and your crew).  

This is one of the strongest principles on this list. If you don't have a good amount of self-esteem/ self-confidence, you will fail yourself (as well as your crew). Why? How? When you have LOW self-love, you will start to secretly hate the people around you. 

For example:

*If you're overweight and you're overly self-conscious, it's going to cause problems.  

*If you don't like the way you look, it's going to cause problems. 

*If your home girls/boys cop ass and you don't/can't, it's going to cause problems. 

*If your jealous that good fortune seems to hit your crewmembers (more than you), it's going to cause problems.

*If you meet chicks and they constantly blow you off, DEAL with those issues or your crew is f*cked.

Speaking of which…

4. Embrace the crew babe magnet.

I have this friend named Darnell.  He's tall, smart, funny and chicks thinks he is FINE.  Cool.  We go places and his sh*t just lights up.  The babes dig him.  I'm so cool with that. Why?  Gottdammit…. I'm ME!!! I do sh*t that Darnell doesn't do. I might mush a chick in the face and then ask for her phone number…and get it!  I might cuss at a chick and then be able to nail her ass to a wall later. Darnell might be the cute one--but dammit--I'll dangle a chick over a hotel balcony! And she'll love me for it!!! I do sh*t like that.  Those are my mutant powers! Never be jealous of the crew chick magnet.  You're going to bask in his residue anyway.  Hot chicks usually run in packs. There is power in your own individuality.    

Take the X-Men for example; they all have different powers.  How lame would it be for everyone in the crew to have Iceman's powers? Or every chick in your crew to be like Storm? Darnell may be Cyclops, but dammit I'm Wolverine---I'm crazy and I'll rip somebody to shreds. And my bone is metal.  Metal.     

5. Never get involved in your homies relationships.  

Ladies: if your girl tells you about her "no good" boyfriend, it is not your place to try and counsel/advise him---unless you're trying to f*ck him. This shit right here can get you killed.  Haven't you wisenheimers seen the movie Casino? Guys: if you think there is a problem in one of the homies relationship, don't get involved unless there is physical abuse. UNLESS YOUR ARE ASKED TO INTERVENE, DO NOT GET INVOLVED.  Mind your own business.  Many crews are dissolved with some dude/chick trying to play Captain Save-a-Hoe.  Ladies: Add commentary when asked or you're involved DIRECTLY. Don't front. When you're alone with your girl's man and you're spilling the beans (HER beans), it's because you want to f*ck him.  You could give a rat's ass about their relationship.

DUDES: It's okay to talk to your man's girl…IF you're mending fences between your man and HIS babe.  It's not cool to get your man's girl alone and air his ass out. MEN DON'T DO THAT TYPE OF SH*T (my Dad says so).  Dudes [who do that] are trying to cop ass from your girl…on the low (my Dad says that too).    

6. Take the weakest dude in your crew and put him on the bench.  

Self-Explanatory.  Is he a habitual crier? Does he hate women? Can he carry out assignments on his own and stay focused? Does he fall in line, when the majority rules? Does he show his ass for chicks (like my 4-year-old nephew)? If so, bench him.  Or kill his ass. 

7. Take the wackest dude in your crew and put him on the bench.  

Self-Explanatory. Is he the bummy dude in a crew of crispy dudes? You cop fresh Timbs; he cops fresh Jimbs (a.k.a. Jimberland boots)? Is he rocking slang/clothes that was hot when Kriss Kross was on top of the charts? 

Does she ass kiss the very people she swears that she hates? If so, bench him/her.  Or kill his/her ass.

Oh yeah…..

8. If you present yourself as a fucking bum or "homely" you have no business being in front.

How come when everyone sees you, you're dressed raggedy?  Do you keep your appearance up? Do you use deodorant? Ladies: do you take vinegar baths?  Does your wardrobe consist of old ass Van Halen Tour t-shirts from 1984? Step your clothing/hygiene game up.  You dumb ass. You are representing your entire crew!  Buy yourself some new kicks, some khakis from THE GAP and stop leaving the house dressed like a f*cking vagrant.

      

9. Men: never try to one up another man for a woman.  Be yourself.  You may just have a chance. Maybe. You sucker. 

Women outnumber men in most places 10 to 1. Translation: TEN BABES FOR EVERY ONE DUDE. If you try to shine on a crewmember over some broad, just remember, it's not worth it.  The dissension this will cause will bring a crew to its knees.  Most chicks can pick up when a dude is trying to outshine one of his partners.  Who likes a cornball that always has to try and one up his "mansandthem"?  I knew this former crewmember that tried to crack wise, on me, in front of this babe.  The chick was feeling ME, but his lame ass wanted to tap it. Cool. I'm figuring if it's that deep you can have her.  He tried to shine and crack his weak little jokes.  Uh-huh. Sure thing, homie. 

By the way, she's in my kitchen right now, making veggie burgers…butt naked. Ha! I slay me. HEY!!! MORE CHEESE ON THEM BURGERS, Ma!!!

10. A business card and a cell phone do not make you a CEO.

Two reasons why this is on the list: 1. Flashing your business card and breaking out the smartphone just makes you look like a herb.  2. Crew members see you as an herb who just tries to assert nothingness.  

11. Just because you're in front, does not make you the leader. 

The guy who steers the boat is the captain. Period. Just because you talk, doesn't mean you make the decisions.  Most of the time, the person in the crew that talks the most, knows very little.

12. If you secretly hate your friends (and their accomplishments) you need to take a good long look in the mirror. 

You're probably the "crew rat".  You should just go into hiding with Henry Hill and Color Me Badd. Many crews will have a "crew rat". It's usually the person YOU DON'T want/need it to be.  

13. If you have guns, let your crew know.  

That way, when traitorous crew "front on you", they have to constantly look over their shoulder.  Check this out...I own 3 heaters. THREE. EVERYONE knows. Nuff said.  

14. Love someone...who you're not sleeping with and who is not your mom.

15. Talk less. Listen more

Shut the f*ck up.  Open your ears and listen…MORE.

16. If you talk shit about someone, be prepared to enjoy a good swift punch in the facial region. 

I believe in one thing whole-heartedly: If you try and assassinate me (character assassination or physical), I'm going to get you.  It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. I will get you. You can take that sh*t to bank.  If former/present crew EVER said anything about me and I found out, I'll see you. And I don't care who gets involved. Somebody's mom will cry.* Trust me. I keep my word.

NOTE: *Won't be my mom, her tear ducts don't work. 

Don't talk about former crew in public. Matter of fact, don't mention those cats at all. Keep it moving.   

If you part ways with a crew (and sh*t is quiet), keep it that way.  Your talk isn't going to earn you anything but an ass whupping.  What happens: you can part ways from a crew and talk trash. A year or two goes by and you're thinking sh*t is sweet. Uh huh. One day, when you're in the bagel spot, my man Big Free comes up to you and knocks you the f*ck out.  AND he houses your sesame bagel and butter cream spread.   

17. LOVE YOURSELF ENOUGH.

Even though some of this sh*t was comical, this all boils down to LOVE.  Love yourself.  Love your hair. Love the way you look. Love how you talk.  Word to El DeBarge.  If you don't like yourself, change your thinking and inject love where the hate is.  It's all about love, man.

p.s. 

Some of you cats are going to see me---when you least expect it.  You can take that sh*t to the bank. 

Somebody's mom will cry.** 

Won't be my mom. Her tear ducts don't work.**