Month: June 2015

Flashback Friday: The Original Black Woman Edition


Ida B. Wells-Barnett: Journalist and Civil Rights Activist

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Born: July 16, 1862 in Holly Springs, Mississippi

Parents: Oldest daughter of James and Elizabeth “Lizzie” Warrenton-Wells

Siblings: 6

Ida and Family
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Spouse(s): Ferdinand L. Barnett (m. 1895)

Children: Charles, Herman, Ida, and Alfreda

Ida and Children
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Known Descendants: Great-Grandchildren Michelle, Daniel, and David Duster (pictured below)

Ida's Great-Grandchildren
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Education: Fisk University and Rust University

Occupation(s): Schoolteacher, Journalist, Newspaper Editor, Speaker, Sociologist, and Civil Rights Activist

Achievements, Accomplishments, and Contributions: Led the anti-lynching crusade in the United States during the 1890s and a suffragist (womens’ rights advocate ). Co-owner of anti-segregationist newspaper, Free Speech and Headlight and , autobiography, A Divided Duty and Crusade for Justice (1928), author of Southern Horrors: Lynch Law in All Its Phases (1890) and The Red Record: Tabulated Statistics and Alleged Causes of Lynchings in the United States (1895), in 1896 founded  the National Association of Colored Women’s Clubs,  one of the original founders of the NAACP, and co-founder of the National Afro-American Council

Awards and Or Honors: Musical Drama, Constant Star (2006) by Tazewell Thompson is the subject of Ida’s life. The Ida B. Wells Homes, a housing project in the Southside of Chicago was built in her honor in 1941, On February 1, 1990, the United States Postal Service released a 25 cent postage stamp in her honor, named listed as one of 100 greatest African Americans by Afrocentric scholar Molefi Asante in 2002, and In 1995, AUDELCO (Audience Development Committee Inc.), the organization that honors black theater, bestowed four awards on “In Pursuit of Justice: A One-Woman Play About Ida B. Wells” written by Wendy Jones and starring Janice Jenkins. With the exception of letters to a fictional friend, Leonora, the play is based on historical incidents and speeches from Ida B. Wells-Barnett’s autobiography (Wikipedia).

Some Quotes By Or About Ida: 

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Death: March 25, 1931 in Chicago, IL

I salute this AMAZING HER-story making sista!

Sources: Bio at Wikipedia and

Flashback Friday: The Original Black Woman Edition

“Push It”

Ah, push it
Ah, push itOooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby

Get up on this!

Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa’s here!

(Now wait a minute, y’all
This dance ain’t for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!)

Salt and Pepa’s here, and we’re in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin’ by day then at night working up a sweat
C’mon girls, let’s go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it

Ah, push it – push it good
Ah, push it – push it real good
Ah, push it – push it good
Ah, push it – p-push it real good

Hey! Ow!
Push it good!

Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby

Push it good
Push it real good
Ah, push it
Ah, push it

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I’m gonna get pissed
Can’t you hear the music’s pumpin’ hard like I wish you would?
Now push it

Push it good
Push it real good
Push it good
P-push it real good

Ah, push it
Get up on this!

Boy, you really got me going
You got me so I don’t know what I’m doing

Ah, push it

“Shake Your Thang” (feat. E.U.)

(Ow, shake it!
Yeah, oh, you’re lookin’ sweet, baby
Yes, indeedy
Funky (get down))

We was on a dancefloor shakin’ our thing
To a funky beat with a go-go swing
Everyone was watching, they stared in shock
Amazed at how Salt and Pepa was rock-
In the place with a smile on my face
Some got upset and then tried to base
They called us nasty, said we danced dirty
Claimed we were freaks, cheap, even flirty
Pepa got pissed and pulled out a pump
I was all set not to jet but to jump
Spin broke it up and asked not to break
Said, “They don’t understand the way you…”


Shake your thang, owww
Do what you wanna do
I can’t tell you how to catch a groove
It’s your thang (It’s your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I won’t tell you who to sock it to

Shake that thing, c’mon, y’all, shake it
We could get loose, but we can’t get naked
It’s not a crime, it’s legal, we answered
Look again – see? We’re just dancin’
Relax a bit, now ain’t that better?
I think it’s time for you to get a…
Partner, doe-see, gather in closely
I wanna see the ones that mostly
Front on a cutie, hope you’re not fruity
Do your duty and…


Come on, y’all, shake that thing
You got to just show no shame
I want you to shake that thing
Come on, y’all, show no shame

Shake your thang, yeah yeah
Oh, you’re lookin’ sweet, baby
Owww, I won’t tell you how to catch a groove

It’s my thing, and I’ll swing it the way that I feel
With a little seduction and some sex appeal
It’s Friday night, and I just got paid
I’m checking out the fella with the high-top fade
Moving in closely, ready for the kill
Steppin’ on a dancefloor, think you’re ill
But if I guy touch my body I just put him in check
I said, “We just met”, “We can’t do that yet”
I’m not a pick-up (no), this ain’t a stick up (boy)
I’m not stuck up (yeah), and turn to kick up
And just rock, baby-pop, don’t stop
Stick out your butt, and shake what you got


Oooo, I like hip-hop mixin’ with go-go, baby
It’s my thing, and I shake it crazy
Don’t try and tell me how to party
It’s my dance, yup, and it’s my body
The shirt I wear may be low cut
My jeans fit nice, it shows off my butt
Designer down from head to toe
Oooo, my hair, neck, and fingers is crazy-glow
Now please stop blushin’, we’re just dancing, dummy
C’mon, we both know I don’t want you for your money
Cuz we like to rap so we always rhyme
I like to dance, oooo, and I like to grind
I like this song, I like this beat
I’ll see you later, where shall we…



Hey, yeah – I wanna shoop, baby

(Oooo, how you doin’, baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah
What’s your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy)

Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what’s my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin’, chillin’, mindin’ my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn’t believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin’ on with somethin’ kinda…uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) – had to kick it
I’m not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don’t make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don’t know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it’s a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Ummm, you’re packed and you’re stacked ‘specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You’re a shotgun – bang! What’s up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you’re a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like ’em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna…

Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don’t you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep’s on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I’m falling for your (super sperm)
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it’s time to have Pep

On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, “Oooo, oooo, oooo!”
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

(Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He’s the cutest brother in here
And he’s comin’ this way! Oooo!)

S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I’m wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that’s right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here’s the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin’ like a retard (yeah)
Big ‘Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop

Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop

Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby

“Let’s Talk About Sex”

(Punch it, Hurb
Yo, I don’t think we should talk about this
Come on, why not?
People might misunderstand what we’re tryin’ to say, you know?
No, but that’s a part of life)Come on


Let’s talk about sex, baby
Let’s talk about you and me
Let’s talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let’s talk about sex
Let’s talk about sex
Let’s talk about sex
Let’s talk about sex

Let’s talk about sex for now to the people at home or in the crowd
It keeps coming up anyhow
Don’t decoy, avoid, or make void the topic
Cuz that ain’t gonna stop it
Now we talk about sex on the radio and video shows
Many will know anything goes
Let’s tell it how it is, and how it could be
How it was, and of course, how it should be
Those who think it’s dirty have a choice
Pick up the needle, press pause, or turn the radio off
Will that stop us, Pep? I doubt it
All right then, come on, Spin


Hot to trot, make any man’s eyes pop
She use what she got to get whatever she don’t got
Fellas drool like fools, but then again they’re only human
The chick was a hit because her body was boomin’
Gold, pearls, rubies, crazy diamonds
Nothin’ she ever wore was ever common
Her dates heads of state, men of taste
Lawyers, doctors, no one was too great for her to get with
Or even mess with, the Prez she says was next on her list
And believe me, you, it’s as good as true
There ain’t a man alive that she couldn’t get next to
She had it all in the bag so she should have been glad
But she was mad and sad and feelin’ bad
Thinkin’ about the things that she never had
No love, just sex, followed next with a check and a note
That last night was dope

Let’s talk about sex, baby (sing it)
Let’s talk about you and me (sing it, sing it)
Let’s talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let’s talk about sex (come on)
Let’s talk about sex (do it)
Let’s talk about sex (uh-huh)
Let’s talk about sex

Ladies, all the ladies, louder now, help me out
Come on, all the ladies – let’s talk about sex, all right

(Yo, Pep, I don’t think they’re gonna play this on the radio
And why not? Everybody has sex
I mean, everybody should be makin’ love
Come on, how many guys you know make love?)


“Whatta Man” (feat. En Vouge)

Yeah, yeah (Oooo)
Uh, hey hey
All right, yeah
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due
To the man that’s made a difference in my world
And although most men are ho’s he flows on the down low
Cuz I never heard about him with another girl
But I don’t sweat it because it’s just pathetic
To let it get me involved in that he said/she said crowd
I know that ain’t nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it
And believe me y’all, he’s worth it
So here’s to the future cuz we got through the past
I finally found somebody that can make me laugh
(Ha ha ha) You so crazy
I think I wanna have your baby


My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass
A body like Arnold with a Denzel face
He’s smart like a doctor with a real good rep
And when he comes home he’s relaxed with Pep
He always got a gift for me everytime I see him
A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn’t be him
He never ran a corny line once to me yet
So I give him stuff that he’ll never forget
He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps
He’s not a fake wannabe tryin’ to be a pimp
He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans
He’s a God-sent original, the man of my dreams

Yes, my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not
Tryin’ to rush me good and touch me in the right spot
See other guys that I’ve had, they tried to play all that mac shit
But every time they tried I said, “That’s not it”
But not this man, he’s got the right potion
Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion
Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven
From seven to seven he’s got me open like Seven Eleven
And yes, it’s me that he’s always choosin’
With him I’m never losin’, and he knows that my name is not Susan
He always has heavy conversation for the mind
Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find


My man gives real loving that’s why I call him Killer
He’s not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, he’s a thriller
He takes his time and does everything right
Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night
He’s a real smooth brother, never in a rush
And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch
Spends quality time with his kids when he can
Secure in his manhood cuz he’s a real man
A lover and a fighter and he’ll knock a knucker out
Don’t take him for a sucker cuz that’s not what he’s about
Every time I need him, he always got my back
Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that


Throwback Thursday: The Original Black Woman Edition

“Lyte As A Roc”

I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x3] [Milk] Do you understand the metaphoric phrase ‘Lyte as a Rock?’ It’s explaining, how heavy the young lady is You know what I’m saying King? [King of Chill] Yes my brother, but I would consider ‘Lyte as a Rock’ a simile because of the usage of the word ‘as’ And now.. directly from the planet of Brooklyn MC Lyte – as a Rock! [MC Lyte] Must I say it again, I said it before Move out the way when I’m comin through the door Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock Guys watch, even some of girls clock Step back, it ain’t that type of party No reply if you ain’t somebody Get out my face, don’t wanna hear no more If you hate rejection, don’t try to score First base? You ain’t got what it takes You smile, you wink, you big fake flake You’re so pathetic you make my stomach turn You beg, you borrow, now you have to learn I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x2] [MC Lyte] Lyte as a Rock, or I should say a boulder Rolling down your neck, pounding on your shoulders Never shall I be an emcee, called a wannabe I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E This is the way it is, don’t ever forget Hear the rhyme by someone else and you know they bit All in the way, just little obstacles Chew em up, spit em out, just like popsicles Suckers out of my way, we’re not on the same wavelength I show stability, potential and strength On the other hand, you are weak and unruly Could never be a spy, cause you’re just a plain stoolie I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x2] [MC Lyte] I’m a slave, I’m a slave, I’m a slave to the rhythm Def rhymes on the micraphone is what I’m givin Yes I am a Rock and you are just a pebble Milk turn up the base, and Rock adjust the levels If a rap can paint a thousand words then I can paint a million Wait, Lyte is capable of paintin a bazillion raps So when I say it, this is what I mean Audio Two an alliance on the scene and I’d like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill Party people are you ready, jam if you will Never underestimate Lyte the Emcee; I am a rapper who is here to make the things the way they’re meant to be The World Ultimate, I’m here to take the title but I had a little trouble upon, my arrival But I got rid of those who, tried to rock me Lyte is here, no one can stop me I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x2] [MC Lyte] There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know We also have, hip-hoppers that follow By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar I’m also the leader of the hip-hop followers Now get this, I’m at a jam and I’m rockin it Suckers like a checkerboard, when black is clockin it The grace as I ease across the stage Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage They laugh, cause they assume I’m in prison but in reality, they’re locked in Once again I’ll state that I can’t be stopped cause yo, I am as Lyte, as, Rock! I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x6] I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x4] I am the Lyte “a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock” L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E [x4 to fade]

“Paper Thin”

When you say you love me, it doesn’t matter. It goes to my head as just chit chatter You may take this egostistical or just or worry free But what you say I take none of it seriously And even if I did I wouldn’t tell you so I’d let you pretend to read me And then you’ll know. Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze. That I despize those who even try To look into my eyes to see what I am Thinking. That dream is over you gotta sink it. And I tell all of you like I told all of them What you say to me is just paper thin, word I’m not the kind of girl to try to play a man out I take the money and the gear and then break the hell out No thats not my strategy, not the game I play I admit I play game but it’s not done that way Truly when I get involved I give it my heart I mean my mind, my soul, my body I mean every part But if it doesn’t work out, yo it just doesn’t It wasn’t meant to be you know, it just wasn’t So I treat all of you like I treat all of them And what you say to me is Still paper thin In one ear and right out the other Hurt is mumbo jumbo (eeeish) lover I don’t pay attention I don’t concentrate You ain’t got the bait that it takes to hook this A-hah, a-hah, a-hah Sucker you missed, I put feelings aside I know who I am My name is Lyte is your name Sam? Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope And hit the road Sam, don’t you come back No more, no more, no more, no more Hit the road Sam, don’t you come back no more So now I take precaution when choosing my mate I do not touch until the third or fourth date Then maybe we’ll kiss on the fifth or sixth Time to be me (mmmuaah) kiss Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete And then maybe I’ll let you play with my feet You could suck the big toe and play with the middle It’s so simple unlike a riddle It’s as easy as counting to 1-2-3 In other terms, letters L-Y-T-E I’ll tell you, you, you and all of you In the back and in the middle in the front Yo, that’s it paper thin word up Lyte checkin out Special dedication to my DJ K-Rock in the place to be

“Cha Cha Cha”

(Kick this one here for me and my DJ) You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras I’m the dopest female that you’ve heard thus far And I do get better, the voice gets wetter Nobody gets hurt (as long as you let her) Do my thing with an ’89 swing The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac In full effect, MC Lyte is back And better than before as if that was possible My competition, you’ll find them in the hospital Visiting time, I think it’s on a Sunday But notice they only get one day to shine The rest of the week is mine And I’ll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find So come along and I’ll lead you the right way Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on… (Kick this one here for me and my DJ) I’ve got the power to spread out and devour At the same time I’ll eat you up with a rhyme But I’ll let you slide cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side Now come on, that’s suicide Hypothetically speaking Ok, let’s say you didn’t know what you were doing You’re new in town, and you’re looking around For another name to ruin, and it’s me that you’re pursuing? Well well well, I’ll be damned I might as well tell you who I am I am the capital L-Y-T-E And it’s shocking I’m the one you’re mocking Oh yes, I’ve been watching you watching me And like the fat on your back it’s plain to see That you’re a wannabe, but you can’t be what you’re not So you better start living with what you got (Kick this one here for me and my DJ) Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch Now it’s time to kick a rhyme out the batch And you’re the receiver eager as a beaver Time to convert the non-believer That I’m a roadrunner leaving you in the dust I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker Than the ticker of your pacemaker More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker So don’t ever second guess me And if you’re wondering who could the best be Think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet And I’ll bet that I did it My fingerprints are still on you How many times I gotta warn you About the light? It’ll blind your sight But the rhythm will still guide you through the night (Kick this tip… Kick this one here for me and my DJ)

“Poor Georgie”

I met him in a club hangin out one night He said, “Hello I’m George.. hi Lyte! How’s everything goin, huh, how ya doin? Hope everything’s fine, ooh, and umm can I call you sometime? Can I get the digits? And the address, so I can come visit?” I gave him the digits, that wasn’t a problem Cause if he caused any, I would have to solve them cause George looked good, MMM damn good! And if I didn’t, some other girl would In my mind, I hope for the best Convincing myself that this was not a test Cause I heard many things about Georgie Nothing kinky, like no orgies I heard he knows how to make love like an angel from the heaven above Who was I kidding I’d give him a try Cause Lyte needs love too and that ain’t no lie Keep your ears open, hope that you listenin Cause I’m about to take you on a George Porgie mission “Can it be I’ve stayed away too long” [x2] I gave him the number, I saw it in his eyes “She gave me the number? Hmmm I’m surprised” Good conversation, over the phone He began to come for me whenever I was alone George was sweet, so nice and so neat With any other guy he didn’t have to compete George was mature, he made sure that he was the only one I’d ever adore Girls, have you, ever had a friend that you’d get with, every now and then? I know for a fact George had a lot of girls spread out from state from state around the world As long as he was smart and kept his girls in check Made sure I never saw them and showed me respect He didn’t have to be loyal, like men should be I don’t care about the other girls, just be good to me! But if I ever saw one, that would be the end He couldn’t kick the storyline that she was just a friend The girls I didn’t care, fine legs don’t lie See cause Georgie was into making your girls cry “Kissed the girls and made them cry” [x4] “Kissed the girls and made them cry” “Can it be I’ve stayed away too long” “Kissed the girls and made them cry” “Kissed the girls and made them cry” “Can it be I’ve stayed away too long” “Kissed the girls and…” George was clean, no drugs and such But once in a while, he’d drink too much Hangin in a club where they play rockers Him and his friend, drinkin vodka I was lookin for him, and I found him there With his clothes messed up and his (fucked) up hair I told him he was messin up he wouldn’t go far He got mad and asked his friend for the keys to the car I said, “Don’t drive, use your head Drive while you’re drunk and you’ll kill yourself dead” We begin to argue, bad words were said Then he got kicked out by some longhaired dread Ran into the car as if, in a hurry He started the car but his vision was blurry He didn’t care, he drove off into the night Riding for miles, without his headlights Georgie Porgie had too much on his mind He was still young yet running out of time Last week he took tests as the doctor told him George had cancer in his lungs and his colon See when he was young, he started smokin Paid no attention when he started chokin Thoughts flashed through his head, there they stuck Till Georgie Porgie, crashed into a truck I wished I woulda told him how I liked him so much How he made me feel with the slightest touch Now he’s gone and I can’t tell him nothin Wish he was here so I could say somethin The story is not to say that I’m in sorrow Just to say no one is promise tomorrow If you love someone you should say it often You never know when they’ll be layin in a coffin Wake up, it’s important that you know that No one on Earth is promised tomorrow.. Believe that! And don’t think that it can’t happen to you “Kissed the girls and made them cry” [x2] “Can it be I’ve stayed away too long” [x4] “Kissed the girls and made them cry” [x2]


It was a café It was a café on the westside It was a café on It was a café on the westside, midtown It was a café on the westside, midtown Said they had the best cap of cappucino around So I stepped in, and I ordered a cup Someone grabbed me by my throat and said, “Shut the fuck up!” And I did, pronto, quick fast How much longer would the torture last? In the wrong place, at the wrong time It was a drug sale, I could feel from behind Death, it was gettin closer, right behind my back Ready to attack I got shot in a shoot-out, and then I died I could feel it, I was on the other side In between lives, I’m so confused What do I do, oh, what do I do? But was it really time for me to go? Why, oh why did I need cappucino? Why, oh why? Why, oh why did I need cappucino? Why, oh why? Why, oh why did I need cappucino? Why, oh why did I need cappucino? But then I calmed down, I spotted some friends That I knew in a past life, way back when A couple had died in a drug world And this one guy died fightin over his girl Another died drivin while intoxicated Why do people make livin so complicated? But then I saw a girl, her name was Mary Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend Harry He sold crack to the kids on the uptown corners A social worker named Hannah Smith tried to warn her But she wouldn’t listen, no one listens I saw the light, I awakened, it was a dream Man oh man, you shoulda heard me scream So glad to be given – my life back So good to be livin – or is dead better? I didn’t have to run from the bullets or drugs And I didn’t have to run from the murderers or thugs I didn’t have to worry about fallin from a plane But at this café was death still callin my name? Or did this café even exist? And was my name just another on the death list? I knew it couldn’t happen, even though On the bottom of my shirt was a spot of cappucino… Cappucino Cappucino Bust it, to some of you that really don’t know I break it down to you, the word ‘cappucino’ It’s somewhat like coffee, then again not quite It’s creamy and smooth, and it goes down light They charge you 3 dollars, you ask is it worth it? But when you start drinkin… shit, it’d be workin I’m hooked, well, I was, cause, yo, it’s the best But if everytime I drink I voyage through death I leave it alone and just stick to tea Cappucino was fly, but too fly for me Why, oh why did I need cappucino? Cappucino Why, oh why did I need cappucino? Cappucino Why, oh why? Why, oh why? Why, oh why did I need cappucino? Cappucino Cappucino Cappucino Cappucino It was a café on the westside It was a café on the west… It was a café on the westside It was a café on the west… Cappucino


[Chorus x3] Gotta what yo Gotta get a ruffneck [Verse 1] I need a ruffneck I need a dude with attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin’ timbos draggin’ Frontin’ in his ride with his home boys braggin’ Lying ’bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night But he’s a ruffneck so that’s alright Triple o baldie under the hood Makin’ noise with the boys up to no good C-low on the down low cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth Startin’ beef is how he spells relief Actin’ like he don’t care When all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he’ll be there Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics Ruffneck attitude, the ruffneck bastard [Chorus x6] [Verse 2] I need a ruffneck I need a man that’s quick and swift To put out the spliff and get stiff Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large But he don’t gotta be large to be in charge Pumpin’ in and out and out and in and here we go He knows exactly how I want my flow and that’s slow Never questioning can he get buck wild He’s got smack it, lick it, swallow it up style Drinkin’ a beer, sittin’ his chair Hands in his pants fiddlin’ with his dick hairs He’s a rudeboy, a raggamuf Ready to bag another brother that he ranks ruff enough ‘Cause if it ain’t ruff it ain’t right And if he ain’t ruff, well then he’s all wrong for the Lyte I love my ruffneck and ain’t nothing going down Or going up if my ruffneck ain’t in town [Chorus x6] [Verse 3] I need a ruffneck I need a man that don’t stitch like a bitch She’d tears or switch Doin’ whatever it takes to make ends meet But never meetin’ the end ’cause he knows the street Eat sleep shit fuck, eat sleep shit Then it’s back to the streets to make a buck quick Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here Hit’em wit a bit a skins then he’s out of there On the avenue girls are passin’ thru Too much of ruffneck so they ain’t havin’ you Hard boppin’ always grabbin’ his jock and braggin’ about his tec That’s the rep he’ll pull the plug on the tour Pissin’ in corners Doing 80 by funeral mourners Showing little respect Now that’s a ruffneck [Chorus x18]

“Cold Rock A Party (Remix)” (feat. Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott, Puff Daddy)

[Puff Daddy] I thought I told you.. that we won’t stop I rock the party.. that rocks your body I rock the party, that rocks your body Let’s go! [Lyte] Yeah [Puff] Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah The remix, heheh! [Chorus: MC Lyte (Puff Daddy)] I rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah) You rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah) [MC Lyte] So what’s yo’ status?.. I be the baddest ..Bee to hit the scene since the gangsta lean I’m all ears, so what you got to say? I hope you bubblin it baby, now bubblin it my way Let it rain; ain’t no salt up in the game (nah) Still want you the same (yeah) ain’t a thing changed Instead of knockin boots.. we be kickin down Gortex Except it ain’t raw sex Ruffnecks (yeah) throw your hands in the air! Let me hear you say oh yeah! Trust-You-Me-I’ll-Blow-Up-Shop About to blow the roof right offa hip-hop [Chorus x2] [Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott] I’m the M-I-double-S-S, yo’ best best, bitch from V-A-A And I be smokin hay all day in the barn, damnit, darn Uhh, Puff Daddy be my pal When I hee-hee.. hee-hee-hehehehe-how I took your number one spot, I jump skip then I hop I’m so hot, so you can’t forgets-me-not to the yes yes y’all, I’ma take a pause Cause I be “Feelin’ Myself” like I was T-Boz Uh uh.. Puff Daddy make em cream! The L-Y-T to the E make em scream And I’ma sho’ nuff be the, boss on this team Show, all you MC’s how Missy make the green Uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus x2] [MC Lyte] Some say I’m SHADY (that’s right) That’s me Complicated rap star, meet Lyte the MC You see I’m on to you baby and your mechanism How you hit it when you’re in it, so hot you keep it sizzlin No ooh-achie-koo, and all of that too Keep me wetter than the waters of Kalamazoo Nigga who you comin wit? Where your posse at? I leave the boys alone, tell her you won’t be back I got the cheese baby; my cheddar’s better I got that milk, for that Amarett-ah Trust-You-Me-I’ll-Blow-Up-Shop Have a little nig’ callin the cops, watch! [Chorus] [MC Lyte (Puff Daddy)] I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body body body I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body I rock the party that rocks the body (round and round you’re turnin me, turnin me) You rock the party that rocks the body (upside down you turnin me, turnin me) (round and round you’re turnin me, turnin me..) Uh! I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body (yeah) I rock the party that rocks the body You rock the party that rocks the body (yeah) (upside down you turnin me, turnin me) (round and round you’re turnin me, turnin me.. yeah) (upside down you turnin me, turnin me.. Bad Boy) (round.. and round.. and round and round.. and round) (you’re turnin me, turnin me, c’mon..)

Black With Envy

THIS!!!!! This is the narrative of what’s REALLY going on Rachel Dolezal. Sorry ass cave bitch!!!!


Are White Women Mutilating Themselves Trying to Look Black? An Analysis
By Xavier James { thank you Mr. James for a great article }
I’ve spoken to a lot of black women who had been accused (not by me of course) of trying to look white. Although the majority of them denied the allegation, the majority of them also attributed these changes to the latest style or fashion trend. But in hindsight they were directly or subconsciously imitating what white society dictated to be the standard of beauty. You’ll be surprised what people will do to belong, to get ahead or simply survive. For centuries now, black women have felt pressured to meet a European standard of beauty, style and etiquette. And for the most part black women imitated their white counterparts as a way of coping or dealing with the rigors of the white ruling class placing their white woman and anything she wore, said or did above anything else. After so much of…

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Great Goddess Femcees of All Time: The Pioneers


Roxanne Shante (Born Shante Lolita Gooden November 9, 1969) made her debut at the tender age of 14 with the hit single “Roxanne’s Revenge” (1984) in response to the hip hop trio  UTFOs failure to show up at a promotional show. sparking the infamous Roxanne Wars. She was also the only female member of the hip hop collective, The Juice Crew which included rappers Big Daddy Kane, Biz Markie, Kool G. Rap and others.

 TheRealRoxanneThe Real Roxanne (born Adelaida Joanne Martinez July 15, 1963) is best known for involvement in the Roxaanne Wars with Roxanne Shante and others. She also worked with DJ and Producer Howie Tee in which she scored the 1986 hit single “Bang Zoom (Let’s Go-Go).”


Ms. Melodie (born Ramona Parker March 9, 1969; died July 17, 2012, Brooklyn, New York) the first lady of BDP (Boogie Down Productions) and former spouse of BDP founder, KRS-ONE is best known for her membership in The Stop the Violence Movement and her verse in the movement’s hit song “Self-Destruction” (1989). She released one album, Diva (1990). Unfortunately, she passed away on July 17, 2012 of undisclosed causes. She’s greatly missed.

Queen Latifah Holds Casting Call to Find Next CoverGirl in New York City

Queen Latifah (born Dana Elaine Owens March 18, 1970) is considered hip hop’s pioneer feminist. Her debut album All Hail the Queen dropped in 1989 . She began her career beat-boxing for the rap group Ladies Fresh, was an original member of Flavor Unit, and she was a member of the Native Tongues. Her music covered topics such as domestic violence, sexual harassment, and relationship troubles. She went on to become actress, model, television producer, record producer, comedienne, and talk show host.


Monie Love (born Simone Gooden July 2, 1970) is a English rapper who is a well respected figure in British hip hop and has gained respect within the American hip hop community as Queen Latifah’s protege. She’s well known for her cameo on Queen Latifah’s Grammy-Award winning pro-woman single “Ladies First” (1989) and a member of the hip hop group the Native Tongues.


Yo-Yo (born Yolanda Whitaker August 4, 1971) is another hip-hop feminist who’s music advocated female empowerment and discussed frequent sexism and misogyny in rap music. Yo-Yo is the founder of IBWC (Intelligent Black Woman’s Coalition). She was the protege of gangsta rapper Ice Cube making her debut on his album Amerikkka’s Most Wanted (1990). She also mentors young girls and youth in her program YoYo’s School of Hip Hop.

MC Lyte-KSR-025257

MC Lyte (born Lana Michele Moorer October 11, 1970) hip hop feminist gained notoriety as the first solo female rapper at the tender age of 17 to release a full album, Lyte as a Rock (1989). She is also an actress and made appearances in many shows such as In the House, Get Real, Half & Half, and The District. She is also an author of a the book Unstoppable: Igniting the Power Within to Achieve Your Greatest Potential, speaker, and mentor to young girls.


Salt-n-Pepa (from left to right: born Cheryl “Salt” James (March 28, 1966), Sandy “Pepa” Denton (November 9, 1966), and Deidra “Spinderella” Roper (August 3, 1971) the first all-woman rap group and hip hop feminists  whose music centered around such topics as sex and relationships They were not afraid to flaunt their sexuality and wear scantily clad clothing. Their Grammy-Award Winning music includes successful hits such as “Let’s Talk About Sex” (1990) and Whatta Man “ (1993) featuring En Vogue.

Source: Bios from Wikipedia