Black Thought is sitting in a bar drunk and depressed because no one realizes he is the great emcee he is except some internet nerds.

A young new jack comes in draped from head to toe in the new hip hop color du jour, powder puff pink...my man is Cam'roned out from the laces in his K-Swiss to the bandana he is rockin'. Even his Afro is pink.

Black Thought, visibly faded, looks at the young cat all glassy eyed with that mocking look that Philly people give you but he can't seem to turn away from this young pinked out thug.

Finally Mr. Pink says "whats the matter old school hip hop dude, didn't you ever do anything wild and crazy when you was my age?"

Thought replies, "Yeah, back in the eighties when dark brothers couldn't get no love...i got drunk and desperate and fucked a flamingo and I am starting to think I am your daddy!"



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if hip hop ever dies...it will be the day that all of us who fell in love with a new sound that was like nothing we ever heard before and kept being amazed as it grew and changed and morphed stop wanting to be challenged...it will be the day we make a bunch of unbreakable rules and accept it all as hip hop cannon, and the next musical form will have to born of a rebellion against all you reactionaries who wouldn't let it grow and change because your "love" was really obsession and you held on so tight that you choked her. it will be the day that young kids don't want to hear about hip hop anymore because they still listen with their hearts...in reality hip hop won't really be dead anyway, she will just have to undergo another name change like she always has...word to miles and dizzy. - kacy wilson

for the record i wouldn't say i cry a lot uncontrollably, but when alone if i feel like crying, i let it on out...shit is healthy and you feel great afterwards like you just had a really nice blowjob. - kacy wilson