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Sunday, October 21, 2012

We need another 2 tacked on......

2012 Presidential Election is upon us!  4 years have gone by too fast.  Seems like only yesterday we elected our first non-white president, Barack Obama.  The racists called bullshit, everyone else was glowing with the thoughts of change and equality. The United States were finally ridding itself of President George W Bush, and putting behind us the wreck he left.  Gone were the memories of failures and ineptitude. Gone are the memories of his horrible speeches that were only good to make fun of. It was time for a fresh breath of air.  

I, myself, celebrated the night at a Democrats election party in the heart of NYC.  The polls and voting up on big screens everywhere, drinks and food in abundance.  People celebrating America.  It was a beautiful sight. There was an overwhelming feeling of “togetherness”. I remember that night, after the final tally and Obama had won, riding back to Long Island on the dreaded LIRR.  People were wide eyed and excited about what was in store for America.  They knew things would be different.  They believed that America was going to become a better place.  A place we all believed it could be.  Everything was going to be alright. 

Now, here we are again.  This year, there isn’t that electric feeling of history.  There isn’t that togetherness feeling.  There isn’t that feeling of hope. There isn’t that feeling of things are going to get better.  People seem hopeless.  As if, no matter what we do, we will be stuck in a rut.  As if there is nothing we can do.  People talk about how things have not change, and perhaps gotten worse in the past 4 years.  People are over-analyzing and dissecting every moment of the last Presidency. I sit and listen.  Some have good, valid points.  Most have ridiculous and false stat-filled opinions.  While listening to most, the one thing I walk away understanding is, most Americans complain about the United States government, and only a very small few seem to know how it works.  People believe the President has ALL the pull.  Like he has final say in what happens and he’s the sole person responsible for everything.  They have no idea that things have to go thru channels, voted upon by different levels.  Bills are written and re-written, Democrats and Republicans edit and negotiate deals.  Things are a LOT more complicated than many seem to realize. Do most people know that the House rejected some of Obamas requests?  Probably not.  

Now, I’m neither Democrat or Republican.  And, personally, I think both labels are ridiculous and sway peoples thinking with which “gang” they join.  I would much rather everything be based on what people are saying and thinking and not the tag they label themselves as. We sometimes just look at elections as choosing the “lesser of two evils” because, well, we’ve grown to think of elections as such.

With that said, the President is merely a figurehead in the US.  They only have the power WE grant them.  They have their hands tied if we say so.  Look at it this way, remember in class when you’re broken into groups, and you elect one person of your group to be the “speaker” and they usually are the final “yey/ney” in the group?  That’s what the president is.  Just the speaker of the people. But, recently, people have been bashing Obama. I mean, seriously, what made him a bad president these past 4 years?  Because the National Deficit it higher? Well, if you know anything about business, it takes money to make money.  Sadly, it’s true.  And he spent money to make sure that businesses in the United States didn’t go out of business.  We complain about how he “bailed out GM” and CEO’s.  But, did you think of how many jobs he saved and created by doing so?  And that is money made and spent in the United States.  One of his first tasks as President was freezing White House salaries and anointing people to oversee spending and National reform.  

People complain about how Obama and the Democrats don’t like the military.  Untrue.  While republicans focus more on military, that doesn’t take away from Obama.  He doesn’t have personal businesses overseas like some other politicians, so probably doesn’t see a reason to be all in other countries business.  He may not have personally killed Osama Bin Laden himself, but he pushed for it harder than Bush apparently. Bush spent 6 months “searching for Osama”, then refocused his search to Saddam Hussain.  Why?  Because he had businesses that depended on the oil that Saddam was jeopardizing.  Obama has been focused on getting our people out of war zones and home safely.  He’s pushed to get rid of outdated weapons and provide updated and more effective weapons. 

As for jobs?  Well, he has stimulated the economy by over 4% in his 4 years.  And that’s just the beginning.  He oversaw the creation of more jobs in one year than Bush did in 8. Unemployment has dropped since he’s been in office.  But, people expected EVERYONE to have jobs within months of his election.  How?  I know many people that are still too lazy to work hard at their jobs.  Or people that are able-bodied and aren’t even looking for jobs.  At some point, personal responsibility has to come into play.  What?  Is he supposed to personally come to each and every one of our homes and walk us to a new job?  Sorry, you can’t afford a $60K car or mansion.  But most people make enough to survive, and that’s more than what many other countries can say.  But, we aren’t satisfied until we can get the biggest of everything.  Have huge flatscreen TV’s in every room. We are greedy.  And we like to blame someone else for our greed not being satisfied.  That’s all. point for sitting down in the first place is to say this.  We have to start showing more support to our Presidents.  We have to ALL look in the mirror and say to ourselves “What can I do to make myself and my situation better?”. And, we have to be patient.  Things don’t happen overnight.  Sports fans, you know it takes at least 5 years for a team to rebuild.  You have to endure some really shitty seasons before you start making it into the playoffs again.  And that’s just to get 12/25/60 people on the right track and on the same page.  We expect ONE MAN to do that to a WHOLE nation in less than 4 years?  C’mon, let’s be realistic.  That can’t happen.  By the time all his bills and ideas get into affect, by the time plans start forming and getting all the hiccups out of the way, it’s time for re-election.  

We must do something to change the length of term.  Four years just isn’t enough.  We need to up it to 6 years.  6/12 year terms would be more effective.  Imagine if Clinton had 12 years?  We’d be in great shape.  So, how do we make this happen?   

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Another year passes. Another year ahead. I look back at my past year, and again, see that I haven’t accomplished anything. I mean, I’ve done things....had great times....checked things off my “bucket list”. Sure. But, over-all, I feel like I really haven’t accomplished anything. Well, nothing that matters, at least. This year was filled with many great times. But it also had some of my lowest times as well. But, lets not bore you with the details for now. Maybe later? Yes, I know, every blog I promise to blog more. And I never do. I don’t really have an answer as for why. I have the time. I have the topics and ideas. I just never put the two together to develop a blog. Take this one you’re reading right now for example. In my head, I’ve THOUGHT about it since as early as August 20th. See how long it took for it to actually be realized? I didn’t know what I wanted to write exactly, thought of topics I may want to touch upon. But, as days go past, those ideas slip my mind. Maybe I’ll remember them, but probably not. You know what? I will remember them. But, most likely, they will come to me while I’m driving. But then fade away again by the time I reach a destination so that I can jot the ideas down. THAT’S how it always happens. You know how some people get their greatest ideas while showering, on the toilet, or while sleeping? Mine are when I’m driving. I’m a fucking genius while behind the wheel, but then my mind shuts itself off, and I’m back to being a bumbling idiot when I park. I need to just figure out how to use Siri, and talk to that bitch while driving. But with my incoherent mumbling, I would be left having to decipher my own notes like it’s some type of new language or something. And, I’ll just end up hating myself. But, the thing about birthdays, in your mind, you feel like it’s a fresh, new year. It’s like a second New Years in which you make new goals, put new limits, and think of new ways of improving yourself. Well, unless you’re one of those January or late December birthday people, then you just don’t get that feeling....suckas. You only get that one time a year to refresh yourself in your mind. In the big picture, it’s just another day. And you can chuck a dart at a calendar and do it on any day. But, we’re humans, and we use certain marks as special days to do things. So, this is my NEW year. Will I be sitting here 365 days from now thinking “Man, I didn’t accomplish anything this past year” again? Fuck, I hope not. I need to surround myself with people that are motivated. People that will motivate me. I need to spend more time worrying about good ol’ number one and stop putting others before least to some extent. I need to wake up every morning and think to myself “How can I make my life better today?” Take life 24 hours at a time. Be prepared for tomorrow, but not to dwell on it, or wait for it. What’s that saying? Seize the day? YES! That is what I must do every d
ay! Seize that motherfucker with all I have. (I could say “Carpe Diem”, but I speak English, and I don’t see a reason to say in another language what I can in my native tongue, nor do I understand when others do it.) And when I put my head down to sleep, know that I did all I can to make the best of that day. So, with that said. I start another day. Finally shoot out another blog, and set off for a new adventure. Hopefully I find the time and motivation to keep you updated on what is going on in my world. And hopefully you’re interested in being updated on what’s going on. If not, time keeps ticking, and life goes on. For the most part.....right?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

So, another year down and another year upon us. People rushing to the gyms to fulfill thier "new years resolution" to get into shape. That should die out in a week or two. Working out and being healthy is a lifestyle, not a fad. This coming year should be exciting. As December nears, the people who wonder if the world really ends in 2012, or if they Mayans were just fucking with us this whole time, find out thier answer. We all know my thoughts on this, so let's not rehash.
But forget the coming year, we will have plenty of time to go over and be updated as this year progresses. Let's talk about the year that just passed. First, and foremost, I lost my passion to blog (as you may have noticed). Not intentionally. It was just a very off year. FIlled with self-doubt, debt, and self-discovery. Weird, right? It wasn't a "life funk" or a bad year by any means. It just was filled with so many distractions that blogging and communitcating on websites fell to the backburner. Too bad that burner was never ignited. I would have had plenty of great stories to fill these pages with. Now, many details are too fuzzy to recall. Sorry about that.....
But, the main things to know are these.....I drank a lot. Found a girlfriend. She hates me. Or not..... I dunno. Guess that's to be determined. Her and I co-founded a meet-up group, Awesome Astoria, that we figured would have about 00 or so members....but we now sit upon 350! Not too shabby. We did go to Cancun, which was so kick-ass I can't really describe it as much more than that. The place we stayed, the ME by Melia, was perfect. The rooms were beautiful, the staff was ultra friendly, and best of was all inclusive. Drinks are on the fuckin' house! We drank from 10am to midnight every day there. Can't beat that.
I didn't participate in any holidays as usual. I just live them like they are regular days. No gifts, no special phone calls. Maybe return a text or two to be polite, but that's about it.
So, here's to the new year. I'm going to keep this one short and sweet. Don't want to burn myself out my first blog back and not blog again for months, right?

Monday, April 25, 2011

Meeting the sperm-donor

I know my blogs haven’t really offered up much in the way of entertainment recently, if I blog at all. But trust me, I’m going to get back into my blogging groove soon. Just feel like I’m blogging to my three followers. Not that you three aren’t important, but I just thrive off an audience, which, of course, I lack at the moment.

But, before I get into those blogs, I must get this one off my chest. It’s probably the most personal one I’ve had, so hopefully you can appreciate it for what it is and find some type of enjoyment out of it……

I met my real father today. It was strange. I never thought the day would ever happen, and never really thought about it. Before today, I honestly didn’t care if I ever met the man. I didn’t know a thing about him, and I never thought to ask. I just knew that I was here, and that I was awesome. That’s all I really ever needed to know. I mean, I had my mom. She was a great single mother. She gave me all that I needed. She raised me to be awesome.

When I was younger, there was another man around. After my mom broke up with him, he was still around off and on and still is to this day. He treated me like his son, but never called me it. And I never really called him “dad”. I never thought into it (which seems to be a reoccurring theme to my life). Just thought that’s how it was. He’d hang out with me, and never once did I question his role in my life. That is, until I was in 10th grade when he dropped the “I met you when you were 2” bomb on my lap. When I questioned my mom about it, you can physically see her brain seize up. She sat there with a “deer in the headlights” look. She was caught completely off guard. At that moment, I knew a door was opened that she hoped never was. And she tried to brush it off as “oh he’s just playing with you” type of banter. But I could see through that. But I didn’t care to push any farther. It really didn’t matter to me that much to.

For the next decade or so, we’d joke about it. Mention it in passing with no real conversation attached to it. And when people asked me about my nationality, I just said “I don’t know”. I never met my father to really give that answer straight. It perplexed some on why I didn’t give a shit. Because, in reality, it doesn’t change who I am, and how I was brought up. So, I didn’t have the urgency to investigate.

That all, of course, changed this past Wednesday morning. I get an unusually early call from my mom at 630am. She goes on to tell me that someone wants to meet me when I come up this Sunday. I blow it off thinking she meant the man that has been in my life on and off forever. But then as I was driving to work, the details of the call were finally setting in…..did she really just say? No…..she couldn’t have. Could she? This thought was confirmed when she said it again Friday. Yup, she said it. My father wanted to meet me Sunday. I honestly didn’t feel a thing when she said it. It was out of the blue. Unexpected. Wasn’t prepared for it, but then again, never thought about it either to need to be prepared.

So, Sunday rolls around. I’m still not nervous about this whole ordeal. I guess a part of me was thinking it still wasn’t going to happen. I mean, it’s been so long. Why would he want to see me? What can us meeting offer either of us? But either way….the moment of truth was upon me. He arrived at my moms house. I was still sitting. Still, not nervous. Couldn’t really understand why. I mean, this has to be life-altering, right? The first glimpse of my existence was when I was conjured up in this mans nutsack being ready for deployment. This was the core creator of awesomeness. But, I was still kind of chilling as if he were an old friend of my mom, and nothing more.

In he walks. Tall, thin, and older gentleman. Looked like he’s been a few years deep into retirement. I was told when I was younger that my father could have been Cape Verdian, and seeing that every CV I knew looked black, I kind of expected it. It’s like, yeah, I HEARD he was, but actually confirming it was definitely crazy in a way. But I saw some similar features as I examined him for closure. Eyebrows? Yeah. Nose? No. Head shape? DEFINITELY! This was him. The man who helped bring me to life. Sitting no more than 5 feet from me. It started to seep in. Yeah, this was real.

Of course, I don’t speak much. I never do. But then again, he didn’t seem like a man of many words either. He was polite, and seemed like a really nice guy. His current wife did most of the talking. But from what I gathered in the hour we spent together, I have many similar personality traits. He seemed to rather watch things develop from afar without interference. The whole time, the father I never knew was living less than 12 miles from me. I probably passed him a dozen times on the streets. He disliked phones and rather use the computer such as myself. He was in the military and automotive industry like me. He didn’t give a shit about the little things that didn’t really matter as well. I can see a pattern of personality similarities. I don’t know if they are real, or I was just digging for some type of connection. That, I guess, I will have to find out as this plays out. It was crazy when he was talking about how he kept tabs on me and my where-abouts for most of my childhood. Just observing from the distance… interference. Yeah, I can definitely understand that.

At the end of our meeting, we exchanged information. Whether or not I ever see him again is up in the air. I have a habit of not keeping in touch with anyone. But, this person, I may just give more effort to. Just out of curiosity, if anything.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

The explanation of my disgust with sluts......

So, as some of you may have noticed in previous blogs, I have an issue with slutty women. Sometimes it’s out of just comedic reasons, but deep inside, I do dislike sluts. I’ve decided to investigate my reason behind it. Well, I always KNEW my reason, but had to put it to words that others would understand.

Now, I’m not against a fling here and there, or a few one night stands. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an absolute prude! My issue is more focused to the girls that go out of there way to sleep with many different guys. Girls that get desperate and go thru there phone looking for someone to come over, no matter who it is, to satisfy some unquenchable desire to get laid. Girls who thing 3 weeks without sex is a “dry spell”. Girls who, at their rate, are going to (or already have reached) the 100 man mark in partners. To me, that is plain reckless, and you probably don’t have any self respect. Sure, you might put up the front, and try and tell yourself you do, but your actions tell another story.

I know many girls like this. And I’m not saying they are bad people per se. They aren’t. Many of the sluts I know are very kind (too kind?), and giving (well, duh). They just have an issue that makes me somewhat disgusted by them. And here is my explanation why……I’m going to try and put this in the easiest way possible for you to understand.

As some of you may know, I think life is about “energy”. We thrive off it, we live by it, and all that we do is a reflection of energy. Whether it is a good or bad energy, it’s what we live off of. And a part of that energy is power. We all possess a certain power. People respect power. Many go overboard with it, but that’s life, and I’ll blog about that some other time. Okay, I’m getting off track here….let’s reel this back in.

At first meeting, women hold all the power in a relationship, be it an exclusive relationship, or a friendship. It’s this power that makes them have the ability to have men do whatever they want. Buy them things, bring them places, and help them….ect. You cannot deny that women are in complete control at this stage. BUT, as soon as they let the man sleep with them, she then transfers her power to him. Post-sex, men act differently. Sure, they may still be “nice”, but women, you can TELL there is a difference in the way they act. It’s not by accident. They are now in control. They know they have “conquered” you. Women begin developing weakness, letting guys get away with things that they wouldn’t before sex. And the more men women sleep with, the more power they are giving away and the weaker they are. Some women try to help their confidence by saying “well, I’m still getting this or that”….okay, he knows that to he can control you with money….yeah, you’re strong. No, you are still at his command. He just knows how to push your buttons to do what he wants. And once a woman sleeps with a man, for the rest of his life, no matter what the situation is, somewhere in his head, he believes that he can sleep with you. Of course, when it comes to love, that is both partners submitting to splitting power between them. Usually you can tell who’s in love because they show the same respect and affection in public as they do in private. It’s a great thing, and unfortunately not as common as you’d like to think.

I ran this by a couple women, and they tried the retort of “Some women aren’t weak; they just feel that they think they can be closer to a man if they sleep with them”. That logic is RIDICULOUS! Of course it’ll seem that way at first, but really? No shit. But really, is that really a good reason to bang everyone you go to dinner with? How about getting closer by talking? You know, having things in common. I know, that’s too much work.

Then I here the disturbing “Well, we have to be compatible in bed, so that’s why…”. That’s what men call “whore logic” behind your backs. If you’re looking for a companion, you have to know how to communicate with words. You can teach any schmuck to be good in bed. You can’t teach conversation. Besides, sex is only going to consume a tiny percentage of your time together. And if you build your relationship on “bed compatibility”, you’re setting yourself up for failure. You have to concentrate on what you’ll be doing the other 23.5 hours of the day. Once the sex passes that “new relationship” stage, you need something to stand on. Couples with great communication have much better, and longer, relationships that ones that base their relationship off of sexual compatibility.

And besides the whole weak thing, guys are very prideful. And the last thing a dude needs is to walk in the bar with you and have half the males there have been former partners. Once alcohol starts flowing, old flames try things, or say things, and sometimes that is hard to shake off. I’ve hung out with a slutty friend at a bar, and heard, no shit, 3 guys at the bar talking about how they “hit that”. And it was disturbing. They had obvious lack of respect for her. And if that was my woman, I’d be pissed at someone showing that type of disrespect to her. Of course, when she came over, they were ultra nice….like I said before, once smashed, men feel the window is always open, just need the opportunity.

Okay, now you are probably thinking I’m anti-sex. HAHA….. No, by all means, I’m not. Sex is awesome! Just don’t have sex with as many random people as possible. Hold out for someone you KNOW respects you. Make sure they person is someone that isn’t there ONLY for one thing. Shoot, if you must have a booty call, make it someone that you know really respects and cares about you, maybe someone that you get along with, but know you don’t want a long-term thing with. It’s much better than some random person that’s just looking to get a “nut off” after 1am.

I know that in this day in age, the numbers of sluts are running amuck. Sluts are spreading like zombies. In this age of MTV, internet, and so on…..the world looks like it’s turning into a slut breeding ground. Many feel like if you can’t beat them, join them. Eh….maybe that’s just how the world wants it.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Natural Disasters....maybe not so natural

This whole Japan Tsunami event has people starting up their “2012” talk again. Which, as I have explained before, is utter ridiculous and I file it under the “nonsense” category. And if you bring it up, you lose all intellectual integrity in my eyes. For every action, and reaction, of this earth, there lays a perfectly good, scientific, explanation.

First, let me again, and hopefully for the last time, address the 2012 hoax. There is NO WAY this world is going to end that day. Where was it predicted? From the ancient Mayans said it. Yeah, they must be the smartest people ever…… Modern Mayans even have come out to call it bullshit. Okay, the reason behind this was because the Mayan Calendar ends in December of 2012. Did it ever occur to you that maybe they just got tired of writing days and figured they’d continue it when 2012 was within reach? Were they just supposed to keep going forever and ever? Things have to have an end, and that just happened to be the day it ended. There is absolutely no basis for that theory at all, so can we all just collectively agree to never bring it up again? Or, if you really, truly in your heart believe it, give me all your money and possessions in the days leading into it. Stand behind your words, cowards.

Okay, done with that rant. Now on to the point of me even starting this blog, the recent spike in major earthquakes and natural disasters. Many earthquakes are nothing new. We have thousands a year, just not to catastrophic and most go unnoticed. The severity is the biggest concern, and as far as I’m reading, no one has a clue why. So, I’m here to throw my uneducated thoughts into the ring and see how they marinate.


I’m no expert in oil, oil drilling, fossil fuels, or any of the mechanics of the Earth. But I think the professors of Universities and other “smart” people should take a look at the direct correlation between pulling oil out of the ground, and significance of earthquake events. I feel like we may be underestimating the need for the Earth to have much of this oil. The more oil we pull from the ground, the more dried out the Earth has become, therefore having less lubricant for the fault lines, which, in turn, make the shifts more violent. If you really think about it, it kind of makes sense, no? The friction is what is making the magnitude increase, and followed up by the insane amount of violent aftershocks.

As for the severity of hurricanes, that has to do with us killing the Earth’s supply of trees. Trees, believe it or not, have a lot to do with how the atmosphere works. And we are destroying acres upon acres a day. That has long-term affects, but the millionaires of the world are thinking more short-sighted. It’s a shame too. But that goes back to my blog about greed.

How do we fix this? Well, it’s not simple, of course. But what ever happened to us pushing for solar power? We have an abundance of free solar power. Just take a little more money to research, and use natural power. Maybe put up more windmills, or water tread things. Use that kind of power for a little. Let the Earth catch a breather for a minute. The more we pull from the Earth, the more it’s going to reject us……..

Friday, February 25, 2011

Greatest Rapper of All Time......

Hip hop has always had the constant debate over “who’s the best rapper”. I’ve seen some SERIOUS fights and arguments break out over this simple question. Honestly, how do you fight or argue over ones opinion? How do you rate the rapper? Thru lyrics? Record sales? Their impact on hip hop? There is no clear cut way of making the list. Today, I have declared I am no longer holding B.I.G in the “G.O.A.T” (Greatest of All Time) conversation due to his lack of catalog. Just not enough material to throw him up to the top of the list. Many rappers fade out. How would he have done in the long run? He had 3 albums, if you count his double LP as 2. And one group album. Which, is no small feat….but doesn’t do it for me in the long run. Which is tough, because a lot of the rappers I think were superior lyrically died too young. Big L, Big Pun, B.I.G…..wait, maybe it’s having the word “Big” in your name that proves fatal……..

So, although those three are DEFINITELY on the top of my “Favorites to listen to“ list, they do not get my nod for Greatest of All Time award. I feel you must embody all that is involved in Hip Hop. Lyrics, impact, wordplay, it all plays in the list. If it were just lyrics, I’d have guys like Rass Kass and Fabolous popping up….but unfortunately, many of the greatest lyricists go over many people’s heads, and cannot be considered the Greatest…….

Here are my top rappers in no particular order……….

Jay-Z He’s been doing it for 15 years. 11 Number one albums. Considered by many as the greatest since B.I.G. He has had 2 undeniable classics and many other well put together albums. Had a few hits every time he comes out. He has sold out Madison Square Garden, and has headlined the best selling hip-hop tour of all time with “Hard Knock Life Tour”. He can flow any style, has witty metaphors, and catchy lyrics. His ONLY knock against him, is he does borrow, or pay homage, to others lyrics often. But, when he doesn’t do that, his lyrics are just as, if not more quotable.

Eminem The white boy they call Marshall Mathers has been a problem since day one. When he first came out, people labeled him “The best white rapper”, now 12 years later; the “white” part has been dropped. The man is creative, his wordplay is unmatched, and his flow is recognizable as anyone else to ever touch a mic. He’s sold millions upon millions of albums. No other rapper rides a beat as well and throws in so many multiple rhyme schemes as him. Sure, he started off as something of a “shock rapper” like a Chino XL or something, but has developed into a beast. No other rapper wants to battle him in freestyle, and especially on record.

Andre 3000 The man that brought lyrical respect to the South. As one half of Outkast, 3 Stacks has always been considered the better of the duo lyrically. He has a creative mind.

Kanye West Okay, sure he’s an asshole. We all know that already. He’s a fantastic producer, but that aside…..the dude can flat out rap. Get him in the booth, and this dude tears up just about anyone in the game. He shines on every track he shares with other artists, even Jay Z himself. He made “not being a gangster” cool in an ego driven, drug and violence landscape. This guy is the reason guys like Drake, Kid Cudi, and Lupe Fiasco exist. Although, he’s also the reason that bitch ass Jim Jones put out that wack ass “Perfect Day” track that his sings on….I guess he can’t win them all……

L.L. Cool J I know that this entry just made everyone just say “What? He’s buggin’”. And I get that. BUT, c’mon, this dude has been doing it since the beginning of hip hop! He was out when Run DMC were still on top of their game. He’s destroyed careers like Kool Moe Dee and Canibus. He’s had a relevant song on the charts for 3 different decades. He can come out and rip someone on a diss track, just as well as hit off the ladies with something sweet. Sure, he’s more known as an actor now, but that doesn’t eliminate what he’s done.

Nas C’mon, Nasir Jones has blessed us with some GREAT lyrics. He has had two classics, and countless other hits. This man displays a vivid image try and storytelling ability that rivals anyone.

Busta Rhymes Ol’ Busta Buss…..what can be said of this man. He brought you the best verse in one of the greatest posse cuts “Scenario” and has flipped his style from wild to rapid flow without missing a step. He knows how to start a party. Sure, he’s not a great story teller, but he embodies what an emcee does, and that’s bringing the crowd to a point of pure ecstasy. He gets people bouncing, and brings lyrics.

Ludacris This is the real king of the South. He took what Andre 3000 did, and cemented it. Southern rappers are not to be played with. He can do any style, and rap about any topic. He is probably one of the most underrated rappers of all time. But if you take the time to really think about what he’s done, and what he’s spit, you’d respect his hustle…..

Tupac What can be said of this man that hasn’t been said already? Okay, so he’s not the most lyrical. Not by far. But his passion, his story telling, his message makes up for that. This guy could have lead a revolution off his songs alone. He brings a message every time he spits into the microphone. This man, to most, IS hip hop. And many years past his passing, he’s bringing new songs and hits. That’s shows his dedication…….

Ice Cube/ Snoop Dogg This is a complete toss up. One brought you the lyrics of NWA and Amerikkkkas most wanted. The other brought you Doggystyle……it’s tough. They had the greatest contributions to the West being relevant. And they both have had the media legacy and longevity. So, this one is a tough call. If I had a gun to my head, I would choose Ice Cube. He’s more lyrical, and can beast upon the mic. But, you can’t lose either way…….