<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473</id><updated>2009-12-19T02:47:02.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncut Dope. ©</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me. This Is Real As It Be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115923911671365467</id><published>2006-09-25T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T03:17:46.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Induced Labor, Chancletas and Red Balls</title><content type='html'>'Kay. First I'd like to say I'm back. Second I'd like to say I know you're happy. &lt;br /&gt;Third, I'd like to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxlmag.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/camron1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://xxlmag.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/camron1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the blue hell is this? Your boy Cam, the Pink Panther ... in all his fabulosity had the nerve to talk about Jay wearin &lt;a href="http://www.sportarea.com/images/full/ROOSTLINE_DESNE.jpg"&gt; Chancletas&lt;/a&gt;, but he's seen here freely dangling his limp wrist around this...guy *?* (who looks reminiscent of a homosexual christmas tree, coincidentally). &lt;i&gt;HAAAAATED IT!&lt;/i&gt;  Look at his coy smile in the first picture. Awww! It's so endearing that I almost didn't throw up in my mouth! I knew there was somethin a lil...eh, &lt;strong&gt;FLASHY&lt;/strong&gt; about Cam. All that pink for nothin? Pffft, you cant pull the red skirt over my eyes! Far be it from me to judge though...you know Nique loves the kids. Especially the gay ones! I think its &lt;s&gt;fagulous&lt;/s&gt; fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. Deep breath. Tomorrow mornin at 6am, I'll be gettin my Labor Induced...I know, interestin stuff huh? No, I'm not scared &amp; no, I'm not excited. I'm ready to get this damn party started, so I can have my body back. FYI: Bein pregnant is SO not the hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115923911671365467?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115923911671365467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115923911671365467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115923911671365467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115923911671365467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/09/induced-labor-chancletas-and-red-balls.html' title='Induced Labor, Chancletas and Red Balls'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115773284893051449</id><published>2006-09-08T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:31:01.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HI, HATERS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HI, HATERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img454.imageshack.us/img454/2297/hihaterssh7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I don't think I'll be updatin this thing for quite a while. I'm still gonna lurk to other blogs though. I'm not really feelin the blogosphere right now. Theres waaay too much goin on in my life. I'm still a My Space junkie though, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g81/imcakez/random%20pics/taurianakacellycell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It wouldn't feel right without that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115773284893051449?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115773284893051449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115773284893051449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115773284893051449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115773284893051449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi-haters.html' title='HI, HATERS.'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115733852026972428</id><published>2006-09-03T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:55:20.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homeboy passed away today. They were at the lake doin the labor day celebration thing, and he was in the water and caught a cramp in his leg and drowned. From what I hear, our other boys tried to help him but he was panickin so bad that he almost drowned them too. So...another funeral, and I said I wasn't goin to no more but...*sigh*. This is just kinda crazy to me...its weird when you JUST talked to someone or JUST thought about em and then they're gone like that? I hadda blog this one out. Sorry for the morbidity. ..R.I.P 'Cel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115733852026972428?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115733852026972428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115733852026972428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115733852026972428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115733852026972428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/09/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115709706071991015</id><published>2006-09-01T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T03:51:00.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its Official!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a referee with a whistle. Countdown starts now, people. Countdown till what? WHAT, YOU ASK? Well, till my amniotic sac breaks and I go into labor. I couldn't say it any better, sorry. So 23 days left. Shit. Sounds long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115709706071991015?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115709706071991015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115709706071991015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115709706071991015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115709706071991015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-official.html' title='Its Official!'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115707415012278467</id><published>2006-08-31T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:29:10.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin Kansans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FUCKIN KANSANS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it before, and I'll say it again. Kansas must breed dumbasses, I honestly think its somethin in the water. I love my mama more every day because she didn't have me NOWHERE near this state. When my son is born I will NOT let him drink the water here. On My Myspace blog, I wrote about Hurricane Katrina because it was the one year anniversary and there was a couple things I hadda expell from my mind. So I'm readin the comments...and this is one of em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i aint tired of hearin about it- i just dont give 2 fucks. cuz it aint affect me in no way. just like that fuckin terrorist attack didn't. cept for the fact gas is high. fuck it. shit happens. im not ignorant, it just aint affect me. but ive also lived in kansas damn near my whole life - so take it however. case &amp; point. fuck the world. i AM the only bitch that matters. =) I liked this blog tho. and im ready for the "fuck melissa you a dumb douche" speech im bout to get from you. but fuck it too. anyway this damn cat is tryin to type for me so ima cut this. 2 kudos even tho u dont care what i think."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That pissed me off. How do you say some shit like that? I just don't understand. So I replied with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wow...thats like the stupidest shit anybody ever said. You wouldn't be sayin that shit if a tornado came and blew this country ass-piece of shit-lame-cow breedin-good for nothin-non revenue gainin ass-state away, would you? Shit I'm probably the most selfish person on this planet and if I can muster up enough of a conscience to give a fuck, you should be able to too. So cuz you was born and raised in KS mean you dont give a fuck about when other people is strugglin? C'mon.  Thats why  I hate livin here ya'll Kansas hicks are so fuckin SLOW. Seriously. That just pissed me off. I'm not tryna give you no speech, I'm just sayin that shit you said truly was ignorant. Now tell somebody from New Orleans that shit you just said and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm givin myself two mothafuckin kudos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, ladies and gentlemen, is why I fucking hate livin here and I hate all the people here. The amount of ignorance is just bafflin' to me. Like do you honestly think like that? Then justify it because you were born here, lived here all your life and you're most likely gonna die here? Get fucking real. People forget that this is even a STATE. God. I went to the hospital this mornin and they told me my blood pressure was up. I'm sure that added a couple notches to the blood pressure meter! Stupid, stupid ho's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115707415012278467?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115707415012278467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115707415012278467&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115707415012278467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115707415012278467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuckin-kansans.html' title='Fuckin Kansans...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115674253380494977</id><published>2006-08-28T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T01:22:13.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildcards</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wildcards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remeber playin Uno? When you had 3 cards left, and your friend had a couple more... so you think you got it in the bag, right? So you throw down that yellow 5 cause you are SO sure thats what you gotta do, and you got 2 cards left, then...outta nowhere, that mothafucka pulls the wildcard on your ass. Now, the wildcard can play to your advantage, or it can fuck you raw with no lube (its usually the latter). Forget life bein a highway (and ridin it all night long), life is one big, long uno game. Only in this uno game, theres more wildcards than regular cards. I thought I had my yellow 5, but it turns out that I'm drawin a wildcard. This mighta been another one of my 'you'll change your mind later' moments. I don't know though. So, I'm sittin on the floor watchin Flavor of Love 2 (yeah, good time to have a epiphany, right?) and I think about how I used to wanna join the Air Force. Yeah. Me. In the Air Force. Stop Laughin. College is good and great and it gives you education and blah-dee-fuckin-blah, but who's to say that when I finish I'm 100% sure that I'll get the job I want or need? Nobody. College is a wildcard. At least if I go in the Air Force I got a definite income, my son'll have benefits and I COULD still go to school. His dad is in the Army and all, but I don't like the whole havin to depend on him to do the right thing by his kid, cause the truth is...he probably wont. Whatever. I don't even know if this is what I really wanna do. It just sounds good. Then again, I don't know about me in ANYBODY's military, cause I don't really do good with discipline...I dunno. I'm still playin uno though, so chances are I'll put that card off to the side and pick up another one sometime soon, cause thats just how you play the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115674253380494977?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115674253380494977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115674253380494977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115674253380494977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115674253380494977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/wildcards.html' title='Wildcards'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115658547340278734</id><published>2006-08-26T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T05:46:23.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Whos Bizzack?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHOS BIZZACK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I switched up the beat of my blog. Maybe that'll get me back into writin on this shit like I'm sposed to. I don't know what inspired the whole bumblebee colors, but I'll be damned if it aint fresh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115658547340278734?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115658547340278734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115658547340278734&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115658547340278734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115658547340278734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/guess-whos-bizzack.html' title='Guess Whos Bizzack?'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115632623792183659</id><published>2006-08-23T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T05:43:57.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Lied To..</title><content type='html'>I kinda debated about postin my lil poetic justice on here, but fuck it ... I might as well let the world in on a lil half of my mind. It needs it. This one is for my brothas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Lied To &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin'&lt;br /&gt;A drug dealer, pimp or basketball star&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Won't be a lawyer with a fancy car&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Nope. No Ferrari's or Jags&lt;br /&gt;No Maybach with "Number 1 Doctor" on the tags&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin'&lt;br /&gt;Probably have six kids&lt;br /&gt;Six different women&lt;br /&gt;Y'know how it is&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! He can fall back on rap&lt;br /&gt;But...thats only if his demo lands in the right lap&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin&lt;br /&gt;And he wont try to&lt;br /&gt;He won't amount to nothin&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he's been lied to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115632623792183659?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115632623792183659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115632623792183659&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115632623792183659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115632623792183659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-lied-to.html' title='Been Lied To..'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115631154824586689</id><published>2006-08-23T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T06:18:04.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Fuck Happened?!</title><content type='html'>So I watched "When The Levees Broke", that Spike Lee joint on HBO. (As per &lt;a href="http://www.teejsays.blogspot.com"&gt;Teej's&lt;/a&gt; publicizin' of the event) and I gotta say...I thought I understood what happened there. I was wrong. Wrong. WRONG. I mean, we had a buncha Katrina victims up here, believe it or not...shit, I even had a boy from the 9th Ward (which is like the most hard hit part of the N.O.), as one of my lil boyfriends, and he was explainin to me about the bodies floatin by them while they were tryna get help, how the helicopters REALLY flew over them and went to rescue "higher priority" (read:rich crackas) citizens. I never imagined the shit was THAT bad though. Spike did a hellofamuthafuckin job with that documentary, it shows what happened from every angle: city government, state government and of course the &lt;s&gt;fucked up ass&lt;/s&gt; federal government. It shows how the levees were actually breeched and that the city knew for years and years that them levees were unsafe and couldn't stand up to a category 5 hurricane, actually I think the highest it could stand to was a category 3. Then they told about how some people think the levees were blown deliberately to flood out the 'less desirable' parts of town and save the 'better' parts. (you know the conspiracy theorist in me believes that shit). It tells about Hurricane Betsy in 65, and compares Lyndon Johnson to Bush's ol redneck, oil pillagin, life ruinin, unjustified war carryin' out ass...how Johnson stood in the streets and talked to the people and how Bush flew over the site in a plane. A FUCKING PLANE. Didn't set his feet on that ground until WAY later. Until the streets were fuckin' dry. I didn't know all of that. I dont understand how a person like him can still be in office, after all the shit thats gone down since he became president. It truly baffles me that nobody cared enough to question his tactics until it was too late everytime...from 9-11 to the war in Iraq,and especially to Katrina where you had 80% of a city under water, people dyin of dehydration, exhaustion and all types of shit waitin for help. It makes no fuckin sense that the richest country in the world couldn't send out SOME type of federal aid to these people within less than 5 days. Babies with no food. Lil kids watchin their parents die. You have to ask your self really, what the fuck was goin on? I said this from jump, that if that shit woulda happened in Beverly Hills or somefuckinwhere, they woulda been there quicker than you can say "Fuck them nigras". I promise. Anyway, if you didn't catch it...make sure you do the next time it comes on (Teej has that info on his blog, so go check him out). I'm through writin this blog, cuz I feel one of my lil revolutionary minded critiques comin on and I know nobody wants to read that lol. They'll &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; get me to &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=drinking+the+kool+aid"&gt; drink the kool-aid!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115631154824586689?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115631154824586689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115631154824586689&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115631154824586689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115631154824586689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-fuck-happened.html' title='What The Fuck Happened?!'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115608389479616225</id><published>2006-08-20T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:24:54.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Idea What To Title This ...</title><content type='html'>My best friend got murdered 6 years ago. He was in an apartment and they were baggin up weed and some &lt;strong&gt;nigger&lt;/strong&gt; (i fully mean that word in the disparaging way, too)shot him in the head over a dime of fuckin weed that he didn't wanna pay my friend for. Yeah. Now, if you think thats the worst of it, it's not. At Mikhails funeral, the nigger(s) who &lt;s&gt;allegedly&lt;/s&gt; killed him showed up. Me and my homegirl were sittin second row, and we heard some niggas bumblin and stumblin through the funeral home and one of em distinctly said "Whatcha'll lookin at us for? &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; aint kill the nigga" to a couple people who was lookin at them I guess. I never ever in life had seen/heard no shit like that at a funeral. My best friend in the entire world was layin up in a casket (open) with his head swollen to the point of no recognition, you could barely even tell it was him...and these bitch ass niggas came and disrespected him. Mikhails brother tried to get at them, and I believe if his Moms wasn't there to hold his hand he woulda did somethin SERIOUS. Security escorted them out. Anyway. Last night I had a dream about Mikhail...this shit was different though. It really, truly, 100% felt REAL. We were sittin in my room, in the dark talkin like normal. He told me I was gonna be a good Mom, and he was lookin at this bassonette I have in my room. We talked about his lil sister (whom I happened to see yesterday mornin at the store) too. The shit that kinda makes me feel weird about this dream is, it didn't feel like a dream. Cuz when I woke up, I SWEAR my room smelled like Jordan cologne (ya'll remember the Jordan cologne right? lol), and I wasn't sad or anything. Cuz I've had dreams about him before and I'd wake up and just go into tears. Come to think of it, I haven't had a dream about him in like  a year. Now, I don't believe in ghosts or no crazy mess like that...I do, however, believe in spirits (i.e. God)...does that make sense? My mama said he was visitin me. What do &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115608389479616225?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115608389479616225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115608389479616225&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115608389479616225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115608389479616225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-no-idea-what-to-title-this.html' title='I Have No Idea What To Title This ...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115583986153539334</id><published>2006-08-17T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:37:41.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Bloggin</title><content type='html'>Aight. This just crossed my mind, and I hadda let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they found JonBenets killer supposedly? That's just grand. Super. So why in the fuck is Biggie and Pac's murders still unsolved with no suspects?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115583986153539334?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115583986153539334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115583986153539334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115583986153539334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115583986153539334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/speed-bloggin.html' title='Speed Bloggin'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115557769280449868</id><published>2006-08-14T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:50:55.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil?</title><content type='html'>People tell me I'm evil all the time. I usually say somethin along the lines of "I don't give a fuck", or "Fuck you" when I reply. Does that make me evil? Does it make me evil that I don't enjoy doin stuff for people that I &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; wouldnt do it for me? Maybe it makes me evil cause if somebody asks me to tell them the truth, I tell them the whole uncut-unfiltered and usually unwanted truth. Could it be cuz I don't take no bullshit from &lt;strong&gt;ANYBODY&lt;/strong&gt;? Then again I guess it's cause I use sarcasm like oxygen.  Oh! I guess I'm evil cuz I say what I'm thinkin ...even when nobody wants to hear it, or if it has nothin to do with anything...example someone could say "Its nice weather out here huh?", and I could reply with "I like Doritos", I say it like it comes to my head. Or maybe I'm evil cause people are just some ol punk pussies who dont wanna hear the truth and cant accept me for who I am, even though I'm probably the dopest individual they'll ever get to come close to in their borin' ass lives...nah. Or maybe, its cuz I don't give a fuck that they feel that way. That cant be it. Can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and I  keep playin Isley Brothers "Between the sheets" for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115557769280449868?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115557769280449868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115557769280449868&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115557769280449868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115557769280449868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/evil.html' title='Evil?'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115534073013655415</id><published>2006-08-11T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:59:02.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Tip..</title><content type='html'>I'm gettin kinda sluggish on the blog tip, people. I don't know what it is, lately I had a buncha shit to talk about...but just didn't have the inclination to blog it. I been readin everybody elses though. I know I scared a couple people to shits the other night cause I thought I was in labor. I'm tombout fuckin stomach cramps, I had the burst of energy you're sposed to get and all of it. It was a false-a-fuckin larm...went to the hospital, they just said that "these things happen sometimes". I was so pissed that I wanted to stick my hand up my holy grail and pull &lt;font color="red"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;Nasir out. Yeah. That serious. September 24th is the date folks. I doubt it'll go that long though. Anyways, just wanted to put people up on game, I'm alive and well, and still dope as hell. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;* Nasir is the official name of my unborn Prince.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115534073013655415?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115534073013655415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115534073013655415&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115534073013655415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115534073013655415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-tip.html' title='The Blog Tip..'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115509917018169025</id><published>2006-08-09T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:11:20.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Arrangement...</title><content type='html'>Okay. I got sixty-eleven thoughts rollin around in my head and I hate endin my day like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://digitaljohnny.cementhorizon.com/archives/janice%20CDL.jpg"&gt;Janice Dickinson&lt;/a&gt; has gotta be like...the funniest white bitch on the planet &lt;strong&gt;"Holler back bitch!" &lt;/strong&gt;=classic. oh yeah, and shes fab-u-fuckin-lous!&lt;br /&gt;2. if we can make all these plans to end war in the middle east, why cant we use that same damn brain power to withdraw from Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;3. and whatever happened to the "War on drugs"?&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/2982/879fs0.jpg"&gt;Claudia Chairrez&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; fabulous to me!&lt;br /&gt;5. yes, she is a man!&lt;br /&gt;6. you do not show up at my house unnanounced.&lt;br /&gt;7. especially if i decline your phonecalls.&lt;br /&gt;8. twice.&lt;br /&gt;9. and ignore your text messages.&lt;br /&gt;10. thrice.&lt;br /&gt;11. and i havent spoken to you since january&lt;br /&gt;12. september just ain't comin fast enough&lt;br /&gt;13. today, when i got out the shower...i looked at myself in the mirror and i seriously, truly, and forreal-ly got turned on by my reflection&lt;br /&gt;14. i know right?&lt;br /&gt;15. its gonna be 104 degrees tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;16. i dont think its even that hot in hell!&lt;br /&gt;17. and this mothafuckin fly keeps buzzin around...&lt;br /&gt;18. even though i hate cassie, her song "long way to go" is in my head&lt;br /&gt;19. am i the only one who aint bustin nuts cuz janet jacksons back? &lt;br /&gt;20. would i be goin too far if i said mariah was better anyway?&lt;br /&gt;21. i cant stop thinkin about how little kids are the biggest snitches in the world!&lt;br /&gt;22. i asked her why she was cryin, and her two year old son said "cuz the police came an dey said 'put yo hands up shawn!'"&lt;br /&gt;23. pardon me, i had to laugh at that &lt;font color="green"&gt;[1]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Fred G Sanford ... the G stands for "Good Lookin"&lt;br /&gt;25. and yes, this is all shit i think of, for what reasons i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;26. innanet crushes are sooo laaameee...&lt;br /&gt;27. and i almost caught one! &lt;br /&gt;28. i do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; wanna get up every 3 hours outta my sleep cuz i have to pee!&lt;br /&gt;29. cant a negro enjoy a peaceful slumber?&lt;br /&gt;30. what the hell is wrong with them lil white chil'ren runnin around here thinkin they vampires?&lt;br /&gt;31. if  i was a vampire, aint no damn way the police would catch me! &lt;br /&gt;32. cant you just turn into a bat and fly off on they ass?&lt;br /&gt;33. just a thought&lt;br /&gt;34. no disrespect, but that World Trade Center movie looks like a big ass box of bullshit to me&lt;br /&gt;35. i aint buyin into it&lt;br /&gt;36. now lets see if they'll make a hurricane katrina movie&lt;br /&gt;37. ....here come the back pains&lt;br /&gt;38. so ima try this layin down and fallin asleep thing again&lt;br /&gt;39. if it doesn't work...i guess i'll work on my scrap book =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1]copyright, Jay Z.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115509917018169025?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115509917018169025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115509917018169025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115509917018169025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115509917018169025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/mind-arrangement.html' title='Mind Arrangement...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115491924391383323</id><published>2006-08-06T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:54:03.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>So. I'm watchin the coon-picnic that is "Flavor Of Love 2", cause I love to see niggas (&lt;strong&gt;YES &lt;/strong&gt;niggas. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; black folk) act a damn fool, so what better place to do it than VH1? (besides BET and UPN of course). Anyway, a couple of these bitches strike me as...a lil 'haphazard' shall we say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Buckwild"...first thought, and I KNOW everybody was thinkin this. "Does this bitch know slavery ended a couple years ago?", I mean she talks like Frederick Douglass is her pops. "I swear yo Flav, I'mma hol joo down in yo crib!" damn, why didnt the bitch just yell "MASSA!" after every word? The bad part? Shes whiter than Pepperidge Farm bread. You already know I'm mad. I'd smack fire out her ass if I ever seen her. Real talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Tyson"...why didnt he just name this ho "Lispy?" This broad's lisp can rival Cindy Brady's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite understandin why they didn't pick no normal chicks. These bitches are worse than Hottie's ass was! I got one word for this season, and it hurts to say...deeply, to the core 'cuz was my joint last season...but the word is...&lt;strong&gt;scripted&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115491924391383323?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115491924391383323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115491924391383323&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115491924391383323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115491924391383323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/quick-thoughts.html' title='Quick Thoughts...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115464027241174522</id><published>2006-08-03T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:24:32.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE Niggas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; are selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; dont worry about how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; will try to break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; are only close to you for what they can get outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; are ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; are ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; will tear you down to bring themselves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; will take you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NIGGAS&lt;/strong&gt; will do some foul shit and then act like everything is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more &lt;strong&gt;BLACK PEOPLE &lt;/strong&gt;and less&lt;strong&gt; NIGGAS &lt;/strong&gt;in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt; This message was brought to you by the Knock A Nigga Out corporation, in cooperation with Fuck Yall Coons Inc., it is not meant to demean nor offend any specific nigga who is reading the message, it is merely meant to alert niggas of their nigga ways in hopes that they will un-niggafy themselves. Thank you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115464027241174522?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115464027241174522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115464027241174522&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115464027241174522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115464027241174522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-niggas.html' title='I HATE Niggas..'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115462455651461535</id><published>2006-08-03T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:02:36.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Life Of Diddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://blogs.sohh.com/ya_heard/archives/diddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the negro on the left hand side in the background that looks like Yung Joc. I think its safe to assume that he's the one who just raped Diddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115462455651461535?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115462455651461535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115462455651461535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115462455651461535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115462455651461535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/08/fabulous-life-of-diddy.html' title='The Fabulous Life Of Diddy...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115434908022160581</id><published>2006-07-31T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T08:34:34.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ludacris...</title><content type='html'>Dear Ludacris,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have admired your work. Especially timeless classics like, "Ho", "Pimpin all over the world" and of course the motivational song to all strippers worldwide, "Pussy Poppin". It has come to my attention, however that you are trying to change your image. Sort of. I heard your song with Pharrell called "Money Maker", it is pure trash by the way. How many times are we gonna hear about a bitch shakin everything that jiggles for a couple pieces of change? But I digress. Your new image began to bother me when I heard "War With God", in which you throw several ether-like disses to &lt;s&gt;T.I. or Jeezy&lt;/s&gt; but name no names. Disses like "I'm universal, Luda never limit himself to the south" and "How many times you gon rap about bustin yo' guns and trappin", then theres my personal favorite "My daughters room can fit in your house". Luda, Luda, Luda...you claimed you were talkin to yourself on that record? Come better than that fam-lay. I still haven't got to the real reason I'm writing this letter of concern though. Next, there is Shawnna. Is she really the best that DTP has to offer? If I were you, I'd get on my grizzy and start tryna find new talent A.S.A.P! Now, for my purpose, the real reason I am so concerned about you and where your career is &lt;b&gt;heading&lt;/b&gt; (pun intended), is because of this disturbing &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/871/1362/1600/Ludacris.1.jpg"&gt; picture&lt;/a&gt; . Yes. Where did it go? I understand you may be tired of havin to have the local hoodrats twist you up while their 3 or more kids run around rampant leavin a trail of chicken bones and Kool-Aid packet in their wake, but that? That is NOT a good look. Its not even so much the hair cut, its your...well...your &lt;i&gt;hair&lt;/i&gt;. Where is that Luda prettiness? The smoothness that makes a woman (or gay male) wanna run their hands through your thick fro?! Not to mention your ears are reminiscent of somebody who hustles chocolate chip cookies outta a big ass Oak tree. I hope you excommunicated the person who suggested this to you, because they are not your friend and they do not care about you. Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincurrrrly, Nique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I know you were talkin about T.I.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115434908022160581?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115434908022160581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115434908022160581&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115434908022160581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115434908022160581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-ludacris.html' title='Dear Ludacris...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115422708977727577</id><published>2006-07-29T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:39:13.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The Weekend &amp; Fuck Lyfe Jennings!</title><content type='html'>First I would like to start by sayin that I hope you muh'fuckas are havin a lovely one out there in blog land. As for me? &lt;b&gt;Maaan, FUCK tha weekend!&lt;/b&gt; I'm tired of bein cooped up like a damn slave who didn't kick it wit Harriet Tubman (i.e. A STUCK NEGRO!) I wanna go to the club! I wanna see some dudes! I wanna go throw my ass on a couple of somebodies just to tease they ass! Theres nothin better to do on the weekend than club here, but I cant exactly go in there when I got a full grown person restin in my damn stomach! And fuck a Blockbuster night. So I'm so lame that today I went and splurged at Walmart/Hobby Lobby/Jo Ann and bought a whole buncha shit to make me some scrap books. I'm only 20, goddamnit, I am NOT supposed to be in nobodies house at 9:28 pm on a Saturday! This SO is not me dude. I'd be EXTRA out right now if this was 7 months ago. Even my Mama and Daddy goin out! Anyway. That's a lost cause. Shoulda worn a rubber. Which brings me to my next point! Lyfe Jennings and that fuckin' "S.E.X" song. Dawg, I know you tryna tell these girls somethin positive, like wait for sex..thats all well and good, but Shut the fuck up. Really. Who's gonna be bout to get poked and right after the negro says "Lemme just put the head in", be like "OH MY GOD! YOU JUST WANT MY S.E.X, LYFE WAS RIGHT!". Cut that shit short homey. Maybe I'm just mad cuz I gave my S.E.X. up lol. Whatever though. Be good peoples. Don't do nothin I wouldn't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which of course isn't much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115422708977727577?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115422708977727577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115422708977727577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115422708977727577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115422708977727577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-weekend-fuck-lyfe-jennings.html' title='Fuck The Weekend &amp; Fuck Lyfe Jennings!'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115399619542175488</id><published>2006-07-27T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T06:29:55.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear Its Deja Vu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h62/freshcrunkjuice/dejaroach.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115399619542175488?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115399619542175488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115399619542175488&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115399619542175488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115399619542175488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-swear-its-deja-vu.html' title='I Swear Its Deja Vu...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115389638332152231</id><published>2006-07-26T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:46:23.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Salty..</title><content type='html'>This doesnt happen often! So my (somethin like) best friend is movin to Cali. Shes leavin right now as we speak, actually goin to the airport or whatever. She is goin to be with her husband who is a fuckin' idiot. I'm not just hatin. He really is. He puts his hands on her, and my god baby. He blew they whole savings on weed, and coke and liqour. He went to Mexico and bought 6 prostitutes. He cheated on her and got another girl pregnant (and wont even acknowledge the girl now). He's almost been kicked out the army bout 5 times now. The list goes on, and on. A wise person told me that I gotta let her make that decision. I agree with that, but nobody wants to see their friend doin dumb shit like that. I dont like her gettin her ass beat, thats foul shit...but dont bring my god child around that shit, y'know? She dont know NOBODY out there and he gonna be mistreatin her ass and she thinks she just gonna up and leave if he starts actin crazy. Negative. So, I'm extremely salty about that shit right now. I'm frustrated that I'm stuck here...AGAIN. It's not fuckin fair! I'm tryna bust my ass to get outta here and I'm still stuck *stomps foot* Plus, I'm tired of people tellin me about "the long run", man FUCK the long run! I'm worried about the half meter dash right now, gotdammit. I'm impatient. I can't help it, its part of my personality traits. I dont want it now, I want it RIGHT now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. I wanna fight somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115389638332152231?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115389638332152231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115389638332152231&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115389638332152231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115389638332152231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-salty.html' title='I&apos;m Salty..'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115364943202492552</id><published>2006-07-23T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T06:11:23.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris Effin Brown..</title><content type='html'>The video for Outkast's "Morris Brown" is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0C2BAAb9LK0"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get down with the whole midget thing, or people's heads comin outta walls and flowers and shit. So it scares the fuck outta me, but you might enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115364943202492552?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115364943202492552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115364943202492552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115364943202492552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115364943202492552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/morris-effin-brown.html' title='Morris Effin Brown..'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115356929166494130</id><published>2006-07-22T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:54:51.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "6:16 AM" List...</title><content type='html'>1. its 6:16 am.&lt;br /&gt;2. what does "a.m." stand for?&lt;br /&gt;3. im convinced that i have SOME kinda sleepin disorder &amp; nobody is gonna tell me any different!&lt;br /&gt;4. i sleep in 3 hour increments.&lt;br /&gt;5. he keep tellin me his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;6. i need that like i need a dick in my ass!&lt;br /&gt;7. bad example, but you know what i'm gettin at...&lt;br /&gt;8. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;9. that old white lady said i was "a beautiful young girl"&lt;br /&gt;10. i told my mama i dont believe the hype. old people always tryna say some nice shit to they can con their way into heaven!&lt;br /&gt;11. stop askin me questions!&lt;br /&gt;12. yes, i am west indian.&lt;br /&gt;13. yes, i am the descendant of a slave or two&lt;br /&gt;14. and i &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; dont like fried chicken!&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;"The name is Play/Dont dare play me cheap/The microphone is a broom/And I'mma sweep ya/Off ya feet/Wit feelins ya never felt/Another notch in the belt" &lt;/strong&gt;- Play "House Party"&lt;br /&gt;16. yes i do know that whole battle by heart&lt;br /&gt;17. so FUCK a Fight Klub!&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I aint no joke/I use to let the mic smoke/Now I slam it when Im done and make sure its broke/When Im gone I wrote this song/ cuz I wont let Nobody press up and mess up to seen I set I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn/But think about it then youll understand/Im just an addict addicted to music/Maybe its a habit, I gotta use it Even if its jazz or the quiet storm/I hook a beat up convert it in a hip hop form/Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in/Deep concentration cuz Im no comedian"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Rakim "I aint no joke"&lt;br /&gt;19. and with that said...&lt;br /&gt;20. FUCK HIP HOP!&lt;br /&gt;21. I guess I'm the only one who gets a lil scared when Kandi pops outta nowhere in the "You &amp; Dat" video...&lt;br /&gt;22. "I cant sleep at night, I toss and turn listenin for the telephone!"-Bobby Brown&lt;br /&gt;23. speakin of the telephone&lt;br /&gt;24. sidekick TWO? so not the business&lt;br /&gt;25. imma need next week to hurry up and come so i can upgrade =)&lt;br /&gt;26. ... then he said "you are SO not ladylike"&lt;br /&gt;27. i said "what the fuck you mean by that?!"&lt;br /&gt;28. everything i tell ya'll is 100% factual,non-fictional,non-fabricated,un-tall taled &amp; true!&lt;br /&gt;29. Robin Thicke? &lt;br /&gt;30. Now THATS a dope ass white boy!&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;"Don't make! Me kill! No muh'fuckin body in hurr! I'mma shoot! Three shots! Somebody done made me hot!"- &lt;/strong&gt;8ball &amp; MJG "Dont Make"&lt;br /&gt;32. yes, thats that ignorant shit i like&lt;br /&gt;33. VACATION TIME, BABY!&lt;br /&gt;34. Maryland and Philly, ya'll ready for me again? &lt;br /&gt;35. my dad is so hood&lt;br /&gt;36. after every sentence, he says the word "Mayne!"&lt;br /&gt;37. he is with out a doubt, on his Philly shit!&lt;br /&gt;38. thats how ya feel?&lt;br /&gt;39. "Domeek, who broke you put (foot)?"- 2 year old Damarion&lt;br /&gt;40. I mean, it was swollen to vast extremities...&lt;br /&gt;41. and I do NOT have to like G-Unit if I don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;42. and Mase?&lt;br /&gt;43. we don't believe you, you need more people!&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;"Hey! Who gives a fuck about friends? If you mix the bacon soda with it, you can get a benz!"- &lt;/strong&gt;Jeezy "Air Forces"&lt;br /&gt;45. Air Force Ones: The choice shoe of champions.&lt;br /&gt;46. yeah, like YOU wasnt thinkin the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;47. Glenn Lewis was that funk, where he at?&lt;br /&gt;48. i may not be wifey material right now&lt;br /&gt;49. ...but FUCK a compromise!&lt;br /&gt;50. 106 degrees for the past 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;51. i guess imma have to write a letter to mother nature&lt;br /&gt;52. it will begin with "Fuck is up, yo?"&lt;br /&gt;53. in case you were wonderin Pharrells LP, "In my mind"?&lt;br /&gt;54. complete and utter garbalation&lt;br /&gt;55. which means TRASH!&lt;br /&gt;56. then he said "name a country that starts with B"&lt;br /&gt;57. I said "Brazil!"&lt;br /&gt;58. she said "Boston!"&lt;br /&gt;59. I gotta stop associatin with these idiots.&lt;br /&gt;60. two new Boondocks comic books on the way to the crib as we speak?&lt;br /&gt;61. now THATS what it do!&lt;br /&gt;62. You Tube + Amazon = Life.&lt;br /&gt;63. and just for the fuck of it...&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;THE HUMPTY DANCE IS A CHANCE TO DO THE HUMP&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115356929166494130?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115356929166494130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115356929166494130&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115356929166494130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115356929166494130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/616-am-list.html' title='The &quot;6:16 AM&quot; List...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115350417369201698</id><published>2006-07-21T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T13:50:41.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm too caught up in myself. I don't know. Maybe I just have a low, low, low, looooow tolerance for bullshit &amp; ignorance (I like to think thats the answer). Anyways, I was talkin to this duck (female) yesterday that I used to be friends with back in the day (shes one of those "damn-I-aint-black-but-I-wanna-be-down-and-I-wish-I-could-say-the-N-word" types) and she asked me if I seen ATL. I said yeah. Then she asked me if I liked it. Again I said yeah. She told me she was dissapointed in it. So I was like "Well, why?"...now, this is where I got irritated...and I don't know if my irritation was justified, but I don't give a shit! She said "It wasn't even gangsta. They didn't shoot or kill nobody, and they didn't even really sell no drugs. I thought they was gonna do some Yung Joc stuff, and show me about the Trap" (I can't make this shit up yo. She actually said that Yung Joc shit). Now, I'mma need a collective "Ho, sit down" from the congregation. This is a bitch, mind you...that aint NEVER been out the state of KS, so what the fuck she know about shootin and killin and sellin drugs? That shit ain't somethin you wanna see ALL the time if you've really been around it. Then I said "Why we cant be doin nothin positive? Everytime ya'll go see a movie you want all the black people to get shot the fuck up or be doin drugs huh?" (I admitted the skatin' thing in the movie was kinda...ehhh). Anyway she told me she ain't mean it like that. Whatever. Maybe she didn't. Either way that shit was just plain ig'nant to say. Especially to somebody like me who always got their damn fist in the air. And YUNG JOC? Come on. If she absolutely HAD to pick somebody to represent the hood...YUNG JOC?!  I'm through with that portion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...remember that 8 page paper I had to write? Yeaaah. That one. Well we turned in our rough drafts and went to pick em up yesterday. This...fuckin...whore...gonna tell us that NOBODY did the paper right and handed em back with like 68,000 marks. She told us that she couldn't give any of us a passin grade if she had to grade for finals right now. Now this bitch done marked some shit on my paper that she ain't even teach us! So how the fuck we posed to know? I know its college and all but...gotdamn! If the WHOLE class ain't pass...shouldn't that indicate a teachin' error? So that irritated me even more. If it wasn't for Rakim's &lt;strong&gt;"I ain't no joke"&lt;/strong&gt; (which I'm BLASTIN right now) I'd probably be mad as shit right now. DEUCES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm just a addict/addicted to music/maybe it's a habit/I gotta use it"- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rakim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115350417369201698?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115350417369201698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115350417369201698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115350417369201698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115350417369201698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/irritated.html' title='Irritated...'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27901473.post-115336757479205015</id><published>2006-07-19T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:52:54.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait...The Police Abuse People?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shutcho mouth and say it ain't so!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about it&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13936994/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take? Ya'll already know. White America, wake the fuck up. Like ya'll ain't know black folks been gettin abused by the police since they built the first damn police station. They always wanna act like shit like this is a surprise. As for that 'too old to prosecute' bullshit...I ain't buyin it. If that woulda been a black man that killed some white cops, they'd put indictments on that negro's grandchildren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27901473-115336757479205015?l=uncutdope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/feeds/115336757479205015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27901473&amp;postID=115336757479205015&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115336757479205015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27901473/posts/default/115336757479205015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uncutdope.blogspot.com/2006/07/waitthe-police-abuse-people.html' title='Wait...The Police Abuse People?!'/><author><name>Nique=Dope.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03929607142154045711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01498195299022684600'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>