Rap Gossip: Careful Shots Taken By The Dream Chaser

I have not done a Rap Gossip post in a minute and so let’s drop the funky beat on the hip-hop world. The talk of the town is this Meek Mill/Drake beef. This some raw stuff.

So last week on Twitter Meek Mill said he didn’t want to be compared to Drake. Claiming that Drake was a fraud because he didn’t write his own verses and uses a ghostwriter. Which is someone that pretty much writes songs for artists to use as their own. Later on a Drake song was leaked that had another individual rapping a similar hook and verse that Drake uses on his album. The reference track was shown to Meek Mill and he expressed his feelings on social media.

I think in terms of hip-hop and having these great lyricist to hold up what it means to be an MC, Meek Mill wants that place in the game. Drake gets praises all the time for being a great songwriter and rapper, so when you hear this aqusation of him getting help, it discredits him in the game as an MC. If he ain’t writing the rhymes then are they really his rhymes?

I can go both ways with the question, I mean in reality shouldn’t it be about the delivery of the songs? Drake did record all them verses and we all need help from time to time, so what does this do to his hip-hop ability? It reminds me of the Shakespeare thing, people saying he didn’t write all those plays. It was an impossible task to be so productive, so he must have had help. Shakespeare is great and I’m pretty sure he reconized great help when it came along his way.

We go straight to Drake but what about Meek? Will this be something that will back fire on him? I think it exposes maybe a weakness of Drake, yet how does the news help Meek’s career or status in the game. Meek Mill wants the crown, and Drake is a contender to hold that title.

All in all agreeing to disagree works out for everyone. So let’s just watch what this beef brings us. Peace.

Popovers And Frybread Beef… Part Three

(Everyone is sitting around the table)

Clayton: Hey Jess can you make popovers? 

Jess: Put right on the spot like that, uh. Yes I do, I may not be the best at it, but I know how to whip up a batch if that’s requested of me.

Rob: Why the robotic answer? Don’t you like popovers?

Jess: My bad, I guess growing up I was always told to that my popover skills would land me a great husband. Ha all my frybread does is attract bugs. Big bugs.

Felix: Maybe your skills aren’t that great.

Jess: And I bet everyone is just dying to have a popovers at your imaginary frybread stand.

Clayton: Are we starting to plan a frybread making contest?

Rob: No! We are planning a popover making contest!

Clayton: I Like the sound of that. I’ll be a judge of course. 

Felix: No, we are not having a contest. Jess would win.

Jess: You have no faith in any of your culinary skills?

Felix: Your a girl, your good at that stuff.

Grandma/Aunty: How are your popovers Jess?

Jess: I still need to master the dough part but I have everything else covered. Their nowhere near as good as yours, thats for sure.

Grandma/Aunty: I have my off days, but today wasn’t too bad.

Clayton: Hey Grandma, I have a question for you,  well it’s more of a brain teaser, if you will.

Grandma/Aunty: Hit me.

Clayton: We been discussing the terms popover and frybread to describe the fluffy bread we eat. The round fried out dough has a name, what do you call it? Is it a popover? Is it a frybread? You have the floor.

Grandma/Aunty: You know it’s funny because I just got off the phone with my dear old friend I use to work with. She was from a different tribe and she had invited me to her house to have frybread. Although at the time I did not know they were preparing frybread. When I got to the house, they invited me in and we started to eat. Somewhere in-between the meal I say something like “these popovers are delicious.” The mother of my friend gets offended because it was a recipe that her mother had passed on to her. Majority of the people at the house did not know what popovers was. I had to explain myself to the mother, and that I meant no harm to her recipe or family.  We had a good laugh after the miscommunication was cleared up. I told them about the similarities between our family and theirs. It was a memorable time in my life because I connected to another family being away working and yet I was comfortable being me, the me my family sees. So after when we start to get ready to leave the house, my friend’s mother gives me a piece of paper. I thought she was giving me her address or contact information. It’s folded and she tells me to look at it later.

It was the frybread recipe. I was honored and even to this day I still have that recipe she wrote down from that one night. 

Rob: So your saying that we ate frybread tonight? Not popovers?

Grandma/Aunty: I’m saying the recipe has frybread written on it, yes, but I don’t stick to the recipe that was written down. I have made my tweaks and changes over time to get the taste you taste today. It may resemble a frybread to others, not me. I see a popover, a damn good one. 

Clayton: I think that’s the end of our investigation Grandma. 

Felix: Well what’s the conclusion?

Clayton: It all ends up meaning the same thing and nothing can really ever compare the two meanings.

Trying To Calculate Infinity

The world is unending right in front of me; life sometimes can be what we define to be our mistakes. If I had any advice for you, I would say not to be so afraid or upset about mistakes that will be made in life. We’re bound to have mishaps because it’s life, we’re not perfect. There is an experience, a message to be translated for future endeavors. The moments of confusion clarify the mind because your able to figure your self out in a real situation. Often times the “not-so-great” decisions are the lessons that get you through your best times. We grow out of our mistakes and if you sincerely want to be doing something great with your time on earth then why not be proud of the miscalculations as well.

Popovers And Frybread Beef… Part Two

(Felix, Clayton, and Rob are driving)

Clayton: We always called them popovers. Someone, usually my Grandma would make a stack of popovers and we would chow down. We’d make bean popovers, chili popovers, popovers and stew, indian tacos. And nobody was fighting if popovers was on the menu. We were all happy.

Rob: Good times.

Felix: You know when I was at boarding school, all the other kids and staff called it frybread. To fit in, I guess I became accustomed to the word. Nobody ever corrected me when I used frybread.

Rob: Today must be your lucky day.

Clayton: Remember we use to say scoot over popover the beans are coming over, you know when you needed more space on the seat.

Rob: You think frybread is the commercialized term to describe this delightful bread.

Clayton: Perhaps the majority of the population is unaware that the word popover exist. They only know frybread when describing the greased up pancake dough.

Rob: I can taste it.

Clayton: Is it crazy to think that frybread may be the correct term only because most of the people call it that?

Felix: My favorite type of frybread is when it’s soft and elastic, it won’t lose it’s integrity by bending it.

Clayton: I like a little crisp on mine. I mean enough so it can still be bent, the crisp adds texture to the dish. I think it does.

Rob: Not the ones that are so crispy that it snaps in two when you try to make a sandwich. You still try to keep both sides together but it’s just a flimsy mess.

Clayton: That’s that shit I don’t like.

               Hey Jess is going to meet us there, she just text me

Rob: Tell her to come eat some frybread with us.

Clayton: You know what rocks my socks? A warm popover with honey, mmmm. Damn even when it’s gone, you still got the honey smell on your hands. Might even get on your shirt, you don’t mind. The grease and honey mixed together, that is science, or magic.

Felix:  I prefer powered sugar.

Rob: Me too, not as messy as honey, yet still sweet as hell.

Felix: I had a bad experience with honey, this one time at the carnival, you know how you see everyone at the carnival. Well I was putting on honey and I started to walk to the table. I then see an ex of mine, waiting in line to ride the spaceship in the distance. She is looking fine as ever and I wasn’t watching where I was going, I fell.

Rob: What did you trip over?

Felix: These damn kids playing on the floor. And when I fell, the popover fell too. It was crazy because the popover landed right side up but yet it had enough momentum to flip it honey right side down. I think I put too much honey on it. 

Clayton: What about your ex, did she see you fall?

Felix: No, I don’t think so.

Rob: Or maybe she did and she just didn’t want to have that awkward conversation about the ruined honey popover.

Felix: Probably.

Clayton: So you prefer powered sugar because there might be a chance you’ll run into your ex-girlfriend again?

Felix: I prefer powered sugar because if I were to fall again then I would just need to dust of the popover and go add some more powdered sugar. You can’t dust off honey, that stuff is glued in. 

Rob: Good story.