Keeping it REAL?
So, does it bother anyone else that shows like the REAL HOUSEWIVES of ATLANTA feature no actual housewives or even more… NOTHING REAL? Whatever happened to reality shows that featured reality? Oh that’s right, those have never existed!
I, like most, enjoy a good healthy dose of the idiot box. But I can not suspend my disbelief enough to take most of this gruel we are to consider as good television entertainment. Case in point is the rumored addition of Keisha Knight Pulliam as a new personality on the RHOA. First of all, let me say, I adore KNP. I’ve loved her cuteness since The Last Dragon… enjoyed her precociousness as Rudy Huxtable on The Cosby Show and have even panted a few times at the gah-gah-gorgeous woman she is today! But how does she fit into a show about Real Housewives, when she’s uhhhhh NEVER BEEN MARRIED?!? Somebody got some ‘splainin’ to do.
Maybe the real reason for my confusion and disdain for this news is that, frankly I’m a bit disappointed. I HATE RHOA and all the fuss made over the ridiculous drama that is the show. Honestly I don’t get the draw. But Keisha, really? Is this the best we can do? I’ve heard about your cameos in Tyler Pery films and t.v. shows… ok, I get it. Get your money. But, reality t.v.? Your fans deserve better… YOU deserve better.
Maybe the rumors aren’t true, but if they are and if this is the path you choose… do us all a favor. Don’t go the way of Flava Flav!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!
HOT FIYAH!
Back in the day, I was known far and wide for chewing up mc’s and spitting them out. Armed with an ample vocabulary, a vivid imagination and a snarky, sarcastic sense of humor, I was no match for most round-the-way rappers. I often reflect victoriously on my untarnished reputation as a freestyle mc, thinking back with pride and curiosity as to the fates of the yokels who’s lives I shattered. I retired undefeated because frankly, with no one to rival my skills- I grew bored.
Consider today’s post as my official “coming out of retirement”. You heard me! I’ve finally met my match! You may have heard of this cat called Chocolate Drop. Word is, he’s been slaying rappers from coast to coast. I figured I had to see who this was and further, if he was better than me in my heyday. Hey, I’ll give him his props, SON is on FIYAH! His ability to string words together and completely humiliate competition is unfathomable. He is all at once combatant & comedian… professor and predator. I respect his skills.
But on my word fam, I’m shutting duke DOWN! You can make cats like T-Pain look simple, sure, but I’m on a whole other level. I live and breathe to devour rappers like Chocolate Drop. So consider the gauntlet – dropped… the juice – loose… the game – on. You don’t wanna bring that weak shit over here Chocolate Drop. I keeps it scratchy. Wool Socks!
Call Don King, Eminem, Terrance J or somebody. Let ’em know there’s about to be a rap battle royale starring me and a has been named Chocolate Drop! I’m gunning for you son!!!!
The 15 Project 