Thursday, May 22, 2008

Jovontique...Enough Said


I'd like to thank ZuLou and Eric Michael for my introduction. I feel as if my name has preceded me, but it is time that I formally introduce myself. I am Jovontique, known to broadcast truths and slaughter socially accepted lies with pure thought. It may sound impressive but anyone with some common sense and a mind of there own can do it. I've been known to detect and discard the fraudulent. We all display a low tolerance for fake as said in the intro. I've been known to glorify natural beauty. (I'm not knocking straight hair but hey, to each his own). In conclusion I am a pessimistic realist with liberal tendencies. I am a human contradiction thriving on honesty. I am a confident person but not half as big headed as ZuLou claims I am. I am Tequa Green bka Jovontique and it is very nice meeting you...

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

You know how when sometimes
you get to happy and filled with joy
and love you cry,
well I associate tears with love.
So when I'm penny-less, homeless, and in the midst
of my saddest moments in my life,
moments that cause me to emit tears,
I will at least if nothing more,
have love.

recently I've had several deep thinking days, what with learning I probably won't be continuing my colligate career at the University of Houston, how I can't stand the same old same old of home, and realizing in the next two to three months I will, by whatever means possible, be living in a different state (and no I am not referring to a mental state). And one thing that has kept coming back in my thoughts of how everything will work out is that as long as I have the support from family I'll be fine, and friends as well. It's not that we need confirmation of what we do in life but to have someone tell you they don't know why, or completely understand your rational, that they still support you is something only a true friend, and family could do for you. So as corny and lame as this sounds, just realize when you got no cash, no positive thoughts, to be told I love you, but someone who you know actually loves you it's a much needed positive energy that gets passed to you that can keep a person going.
LETS SPREAD THE LOVE!

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Run In With "The Nice Guys" . . .




Let me tell you a quick mildly interesting and hardly relevant story about how I first ran into "The Nice Guys." It was my freshman year at University of Houston, a year filled with partying, late night movies and absolutely NO studying whatsoever. Its a rather pathetic tale to tell in its entirety, but there was a moment of significance when I first found out that my friend Free actually produced beats.

And no, I don't mean, Souljah Boy beats. While Free did use the same FL Studio (AKA FrootyLoops) that the Atlanta artist and Little Brother's 9th Wonder made so famous, he was more on the level of the latter as far as his taste in production. Fortunately for me, that's exactly the type of style I'm feeling, which makes me the equivalent of an alien in this location of Screwston, Texas. So how do you let someone know you're feeling their style? You bother the shit out of them by repeatedly coming by their dorm room till they finally let you record something. And so I did.

During this brief period of time, I ended up meeting Yves Saint and Christoph, the other two thirds of the The Nice Guys. I was immediately taken aback by Yves raw lyrical skill and Christoph's producing prowess, which was similar enough to Free's for it not to clash, and yet different enough for it not to sound like the same damn person. Seriously, I wasn't even trying to rap with these guys after hearing them, because they are REALLY really good at what they do, and I was just honestly fucking around. After running into them in Free's dorm, I started noticing all over the place: The Vault nightclub in downtown Houston, the Alpha Parties off of Telephone St., last year's Moody Towers' Poetry Slam; not to mention that you could catch Yves at every damn event that DJ Candlestick (best party DJ in Houston I've heard) happened to be hosting.


the Nice Guys . . .


So yeah, they were definitely on the grind, and a year and some change later, they're out with their first mixtape, called Nice Guys Finish Last. Yes, its the shit. No, its not snap music. These cats are making quality music, and its only right that you cats get to hear it right here in Zu York City.

The Nice Guys -
Nice Guys Finish Last Mixtape
pt.1 http://www.mediafire.com/?wl9dtajggoy pt.2 http://www.mediafire.com/?jfndg9ult4t



Props to all three of the guys for delivering a superb mixtape. Mr. Eric Michael makes a couple of appearances himself on the mixtape, and shines accordingly. The bulk of the mixtape is Yves Saint, who is sick. I really wish I could put it in another manner without sounding so much like a dickrider, but I call it like I see it. From flawlessly flipping Busta Rhymes' New York Shit to "Nice Guys Shit" to actually sticking to The Fiasco on the Superstar Remix, Yves delivers bars laced with metaphors and ridiculous multi-syllable rhymes. Somehow through all the flashiness, he still succeeds in saying something of substance.

"Rats in a daze/ trapped in a maze/ meant to lead them astray, call it a-maze-meant/"


"I'm on some Nice Guy Shit/ Exercise mine? Well, yeah nice try bitch/ I'm on 97.9 with my Nice Guy Hits . . . / Its a GoodYear, Nice Guys, like blimps/ be floating quite high, might blind ya tryin' to squint/"

"I don't know why niggas surprised that I'm full of myself/ They say I'm feeling myself, I'm only filling myself/ As far as my rapping type, I fulfill it myself/ Limericks is like spirits . . . / I deliver it pure, so my lit-er-a-ture/ is like your penicillin, my afflictions cured/"


"Couple of tools on my belt, more broads have felt 'em/ melted a couple hearts . . . / and everybody lost one, but come on/ me and and my niggas one for all, and all for one/"

I'm not quoting shit else, because you really have to hear it yourself to get the full impact. Yves boasts an unmatched flow rarely found in the south (go figure, he's actually from NY) and if you're looking for something new, this might be the motherfucking treasure chest. Free and Christoph have the production tip down to the point, I wouldn't be surprised if they have aspiring rappers bulldozing their doors down right now. Adding on to all the creativity flowing throughout the mixtape, they actually took the time out to do some skits. Yes, motherfuckers, there are skits on a free mixtape. Here's something else thats wild: they're actually funny.

On the whole, this is an entertaining mixtape. Though it has its downfalls (sorry guys, Where My Shoes Belong was not at all nice to me) and Yves might not enunciate EVERY syllable, leaving you wondering what that last punchline was, its still the SHIT. And I will be bumping this for a while. I suggest you become a fan.


Cosigned by Mr. Eric Michael . . .


Free, you owe me a beat, nigga!

"NICE . . . . ."



One Time For Your Mind
-ZuLou



And We Are . . .

thanks to the indomitable Mr. Eric Michael for the introduction. We'll be seeing a lot of him around here, him being a treasured citizen of Zu York City.

Who lives in Zu York City? First off, lets get this straight, dumbasses. Its not a real place so much as it is a state of mind. ZuLou, Grizz Adams, Jovontique, and Mr. Eric Michael have taken it unto themselves to bust you out of your little bubble of fantasy before something else does. We're here to open your eyes so you can see how people would live their lives if they just stopped and thought. Granted, you're going to get posts of undeniable reality (by way of Mr. Eric Michael), or you might get some really trippy poetry (courtesy of Grizz Adams). Pictures and Videos of our real life adventures will be posted (mainly by me), and we'll be introducing you to a whole gang of people and subjects that will hopefully have you talking and spreading the word about the very same blog you're so engrossed in now. We aim to entertain, but even more so, we aim to shock, to deliver, and to educate.

And who are we? Fine question.


ZuLou
Please excuse the extreme nappiness of the hair. This is ZuLou AKA The Best AKA The Ghost of the Moody Towers AKA The Ironman AKA Mr. Strictly Business AKA Afroman AKA Kid N' Play AKA The Hip Hop Guru Himself AKA . . . seriously, must I go on?
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I AM me, will always be me, and you really wouldn't want me to be anyone else anyway because I'm just that cool. Oh, and people like to say I'm arrogant. As Mr. Eric Michael said, I am the Mayor of Zu York City, but being the lazy bastard that I am, I usually like to see other people run the city for me, such as . . .


Jovontique
No, that's not her real name, but you will address her as such. She's the woman keeping ZuLou inLine like Gotdamn Rollerblades. She also happens to be the best looking one out of all of us. The most dependable girl you'll ever meet, with enough intelligence to rival your Calculus Professor's. And no, I'm not just gassing her because she's my girl. I'm gassing her because she's about as bigheaded as I am., and might hurt me if I don't.
On a serious note, if she's got something to say, I suggest you listen. Jovontique has never let me down.



Mr. Eric Michael


By now, I'm assuming most of you already know who the indomitable speaker, Mr. Eric Michael is.

Oh wait, you don't? Uhh?!! WTF, man? Take your lame ass to the [the boombocks] RIGHT NOW!

Okay. Are you back yet? Well then, let's continue. Mr. Eric Michael is by far the most sensible person you have never met. You couldn't take a page from his book if you wanted to, and even if you did, that you would be desecrating the Bible. Three words describe the man: Hip Hop, Intellect, and Fresh. I consider Mr. Eric Michael to be my contemporary and couldn't imagine running a blog without at least having his input.
The man is a Beast. If you ever decide to leave Zu York City, your next stop should definitely be [the boombocks] , where he resides when he's not speaking over here.

How many plugs is that? Two? Here's one more for good measure: [the boombocks], at boombocks.blogspot.com, is the SHIT! Hurry up and read it!

Grizz Adams
Grizz Adams is bound to have his dark moments at times, but don't let that fool you into thinking he's some overly gangster Emo suicide case waiting to happen. Really, he just likes pointing his finger at his head. The ladies will tell you that on the inside of the rugged harsh exterior is a giant teddy bear filled with love.



See? And you thought I was exaggerating.

Grizz Adams has an uncanny knack for saying REALLY uncomfortable shit with the most laid-back demeanor. He might say the most outrageous thing you've ever heard, but if you just give him a little time to explain, he'll manage to make the most illogical conclusions make perfect sense, like he actually justified regular heterosexuals watching tranny porn -- sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself here. We'll save that for later.

In many ways, Zach is who I would be if I was white, shorter, gained about 100 lbs and had a giant beard instead of a giant afro. He's also generally loved by the public.

When he's not pointing a finger at his head, Grizz Adams likes to read and write poetry and short stories, some of which will be making their very first appearances right here in Zu York City. We also have some other things saved for the blog, but being the assholes that we are, we're going to just tell you to stay tuned and watch you fidget impatiently till you swear at our mothers and leave.


And That's The Cast!

Undoubtedly, you'll meet other people during your stay here, but for now, these are the contributors of Zu York City. All of us are zany in our own way, so there's bound to be a couple of laughs right? RIGHT?!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . hahah . . . haaa . . .

Was that even a joke?

One Time For Your Mind
-ZuLou



Monday, May 19, 2008

best city in the whole wide wide world!

welcome to zu york city, where it continuously rains, due to infinite brainstorming. i know you've never been to a city as such, but you'll love it here ... well, that depends. if you know ZuLou, the mayor of this shit, then you know how he runs his city. the first lady, Jovontique, the cool white dude, a la carlotn banks, Grizz Adams, and myself, author of *shameless plug* the boombocks, Eric Michael, are only here to reinforce that good ol' Zu York City feeling. if you don't like this city, we won't trip, you can just leave, no hard feelings. we got tourists in line just waiting for a motel 6 room to free up, its nothing. no seriously, its nothing. oh, and there are no gas stations here, simple because we elect not to gas you ignorant niggas like record labels are prone to do, nah. instead, clinics are on every corner. yea ... we're too sick over here. no? ok. its nothing but the real in this here town. residents are known to drive out the fake with their normal behavior that is all so common to us, but the frauds refer to it as "being real." tisk tisk.

anywho, i can go on and on and on ... but who cares?