You Ain’t Ready For Me

I must admit I was a lil salty when I saw some anonymous BET blog the other day that listed the top five writers in hip-hop. Of course, Bol and Eskay deserve their propers, as does the hardest working Korean in the game and Shaheem “Huggy Bear” at MTV. (Shit the first two are on the team and I’ve been trying the hire the other two for about five years. Real Talk magazine woulda bodied HHW, but I digress.) Anyway, the point is where was I on the list? Haven’t I been good to you? Who gave you everything you ever needed to know about the Big Homie’s AG comeback? Who broke the news of the 50/Kanye 9-11 showdown? Who hipped you to their RS cover? Who got the funky breaks? The rare audio? The witty unpredictable prose and natural game? Y’all ingrates stay sleeping on the kid.

Let’s be clear: Just because I run a media empire doesn’t mean I can’t get down and dirty in the sandbox with the new generation. If a nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. I’ll be 37 in about 30 days but I’m about to be in the best shape of my life. I got my mind right, money been right, getting my teeth right and I’m on a mission to be diesel at 40. (No ‘roids included, Mr. Mitchell.)

But I don’t get mad I put down on a pad (or a keyboard)—give you something that you never had. I hinted at it last summer but since no one has swagger jacked my idea I’m gonna do it, goddamnit! Winter begins and YN goes in: Next Sat Dec 22 12 noon til Sun Dec 23 12 noon. 24 blogs in 24 hours.

I repeat in the memory of Mike Jones’ career: Winter begins and YN goes in: Next Sat Dec 22 12 noon til Sun Dec 23 12 noon. 24 blogs in 24 hours. The psycho Purple Hulk can rejoice. I’m adding another benchmark to my HOF career. Cancel Christmas! My fourth quarter release ain’t getting pushed back.

Details to follow. In the meantime, digest. Who’s the best?