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Oh shit, we half way through February already! That means BCR 2006 in Daytona is creeping closer! Yall know I cant resist a big booty and a smile, fuck what Bell Biv Devoe says. Our hotel is smack dab in the middle of the action so you know we wont have to walk far to get a bitch to take back to the room. This year I have a couple new cats that will be rolling with me to expand the amount of footage we get.

I know its not good to dwell in the past – but aint shit wrong with reflecting on some good ass times! Lets take a min. and look back at some of the fun we had at some of the past Black Spring Break’s in Daytona. ASS EVERYWHERE!!

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Back in december, Kobe Bryant scored 62 points in three quarters against the Dallas Mavericks, then sat out the fourth because of how lopsided the game was. Many critics and fans alike cried foul, saying he should�ve stayed in the game to see how many he could score. It was his one chance to make hoops history and he blew it. He quit. Or did he?

Sunday night, Bryant lit up the Toronto Raptors for 81 points to lead the L.A. Lakers to a 122-104 win. Eighty-one points!?! That�s more than Rafael Araujo has scored all season (80). On a side note, how crazy is it that Araujo has scored 80 points this season? We would�ve guessed something more like, 17. Anyway, Sunday�s bucketfest makes the case for Kobe as the most dominant one-on-one player in history. And it almost makes up for Kobe giving himself the bizarro nickname, Black Mamba.

The only other single-game perfomance as dominant as the Mamba�s was Wilt Chamberlain�s 100-point game in 1962 in Hershey, Pa. But it wasn�t televised. Plus, Wilt the Stilt was a centre. Also, let�s be honest, the NBA in 1962 wasn�t exactly as competitive as it is today, what with all those white dudes in Chuck Taylors running around. Air Jordan himself has said that it�s tougher for perimeter players to score � MJ should know, his career game-high is 69 points and that included an overtime.

Black Mamba dropped 55 in the second half. (Wilt, by the way, had 59 second-half points in his most productive game). It�s ludicrous. He was shooting so much � going 28 for 46 � we were just waiting for the Raps to throw some quadruple coverage on him.

His point-piling exhibition has definitely put No. 8 into the pantheon of all-time greats, but the question remains on just how good a teammate the Black Mamba is. Between running Shaq out of La-La Land, the whole rape trial debacle and his reputation as a spoiled brat, can Mamba�s freakish individual skill make up for his � so far � shortfall in the leadership department? It�s the difference between winning championships and simply being a scoring circus act.

Though many will view this as a more impressive display than Wilt�s 100, Chamberlain fans can take solace in the fact that his bedroom record is still safe for now. But with a name like Black Mamba, anything can happen.

It’s been a rumor for months, even before the I Declare War show, but it’s official now: Def Jam has signed Nas, and the greatest rap beef of four years ago has become the greatest rap joint-venture prospect of right now. It’s funny; the Times article makes much of the aesthetic border between personas in the Jay/Nas beef: “…they appeared to represent two versions of hip-hop, with Jay-Z cast as the savvy hustler and Nas as the brooding street poet.” That might be true, but I’m not sure we really felt that way at the time, since the Nas that was fresh in our minds then was the Nas of “Hate Me Now” and “You Owe Me” and (especially) “Oochie Wally,” the guy whose boneheaded pop moves had tarnished his respectability and simultaneously fucked up his sales. If I’m remembering right, they were both hustlers; it’s just that Jay-Z was doing it better. Since then, Nas has cultivated the reticent-poet archetype thing, dropping most of the bigtime trappings over the last three albums and disappearing further into his own head. It’s been a good look; even if his sales haven’t gone up much, he’s got goodwill for days, and his integrity, once in question, is pretty much no longer an issue. And now he’s set to capitalize on all that goodwill, moving to a company run by a guy who knows how to market uncompromisingly classicist New York rap.

At the same time, Jay’s been working to bring his own public image closer to the street-poet thing for years, starting with the album on which he dissed Nas in the first place. The Blueprint might’ve had a Trackmasters beat, but it’s still the moment when Jay decided to give up the late-90s keyboard-beep production style and move toward swelling strings and dusty samples and gentle introspection and “I’d probably be Talib Kweli.” Jay always had a bit of closet backpacker in him; even at his coldest, he was more humane than, say, Big Pun. In retirement, his gentleman-about-town steez has reached new heights of regal sophistication; especially when compared to 50 Cent, he’s a model of cosmopolitan elegance. The Cam’ron dis is telling; even though Cam is probably Jay’s equal as an artist/craftsman/wordsmith, his sneering fight-dirty bluster feels crass next to Jay’s aristocratic grace.

Jay has quietly spent the past year or so making over Def Jam in his own image, signing and retaining guys who sit well with the different crannies of his gentleman-gangsta-aesthete thing. In their own ways, Kanye and Jeezy and the Roots and Ghostface all fit comfortably into Jay’s world. DMX doesn’t, and that’s why Jay quietly let him go last week. Murder Inc. doesn’t, and that’s why Irv Gotti will probably be taking it elsewhere soon. Unless LL Cool J’s new album finds him abandoning the dated oiled-up loverman schtick for a gravelly veteran snarl, he’ll probably be gone soon, and so will Method Man and Redman and maybe Joe Budden and possibly Ludacris, whose five-album contract is coming to an end after his next album drops. Def Jam’s hegemonic late-90s roster is a thing of the past, and so this Nas signing is a major coup in almost every conceivable way. But the real test won’t be whether or not the next Nas album sells. The real test will be whether it’s great.

The album will go platinum easily, especially with the Jay collaboration that everyone expects now; Street’s Disciple did 600,000, and that was before all the Def Jam hype. It doesn’t really need to do more than platinum for it to be remembered as a success. But Nas needs to focus and dig deep and deliver a classic. He’ll need to do away with all the Bravehearts collaborations and dubious concept-songs like “Remember the Times.” He’ll need to make use of the cavalcade of expert soul-rap producers he’ll suddenly have at his disposal. He’s got expectations to fulfill.

Nas announced a while back that his next album would be a full-length collaboration with DJ Premier. That might be a good look; they’ve historically had great chemistry, it would keep the album from sounding piecemeal, and Primo’s boom-bap would place the album as part of a purist NY continuum. But I’ll believe it when I see it, especially with Premier giving interviews about how he’s ready to do this thing anytime Nas is; dude’s never really been one for fulfilling promises. And what was the last great Premier track, anyway? “Doobie Ashtray”? That one from the Cee-Lo album? There must be a good reason he was left off The Black Album. More likely, Nas will use Kanye and Just Blaze and Bink and guys like that, expansive velvety strings-and-horns guys, and he’ll use them to build an East-Coast traditionalist monument. That’s what I’m hoping for, anyway. Fuck. I’m excited.

Jacki-O managed to pull herself out of poverty before; now she’s set to do it again.

The Liberty City hip-hop star, who burst onto the Miami scene two years ago with her sexually explicit Nookie and image to match, is officially broke, declaring debts totaling $144,225 and assets of just $1,340 in a Chapter 7 bankruptcy filing.

”An artist would like to live a very fabulous lifestyle,” the soft-spoken rapper, n�e Angela Kohn, said in an interview. “But it takes money to look like money.”

The bankruptcy, which was filed late last year, has cleared Jacki-O’s slate of debts, which ranged from Bally’s Total Fitness to the IRS to Verizon Wireless.

But more importantly, it has eliminated an obstacle that she says was preventing her from jumpstarting her stalled career — her early recording and distribution contracts.

Under the law, a bankruptcy can void personal services agreements, such as a recording contract, if terms of the deal inhibit the debtor’s getting back on solid financial footing.

That was case with JackiO, who had a deal for some five records with Miami’s Poe Boy Entertainment and a distribution agreement with TVT Records, said her lawyer Richard C. Wolfe.

‘ `Baby artist’ contracts are inherently one-sided,” he said. “This was particularly one-sided. She was given a small advance and since then she hasn’t been given one penny in royalties.”

Poe Boy Entertainment could not be reached. TVT Records spokesman Joe Wiggins said the label would look forward to working again with Jacki-O.

Bankruptcy has been used by a number of artists to wriggle out of contracts in recent years, including hip-hop trio TLC, vocalist Toni Braxton and Run DMC, but it doesn’t always work.

In 1986, a judge rejected actress Tia Carrere’s bankruptcy petition, ruling that she was filing in bad faith in order to cancel her contract with ABC Network.

The approach is not a common one but it is accepted, said music business professor Stan Soocher, who edits Entertainment Law & Finance journal.

”From time to time, artists have used bankruptcy to get out of a recording contract or attempt to renegotiate a contract. There have been a series of court rulings through the years,” he said.

The Recording Industry Association of America has long backed changes in bankruptcy laws that would tighten the loophole for using liquidation to back out of contracts.

Under last year’s bankruptcy law revision, judges can now consider a petition to nullify a recording contract when determining whether a bankruptcy filing is an ”abuse” of the law.

Although voiding her contracts was a key strategy behind the bankruptcy, JackiO was legitimately broke, said her bankruptcy attorney Susan D. Lasky. Jacki-O cobbles together a monthly income of about $800 from fees for appearances and shows to live on.

”When she put out an album, things were so good, she didn’t see an end to it,” Lasky said. “But she’s like any other young person without financial experience.”

Now 34 years old, Jacki-O grew up in the gritty neighborhood of Liberty City — ”where I live it ain’t no palm trees,” she raps on her 2004 album Poe Little Rich Girl.

She spent a period of her life on the streets, making a living from shoplifting from the tony stores at Bal Harbour. After dropping out of school, she later earned a GED and took college classes at Barry University and Florida Memorial University, studying criminology.

But since childhood, her passion has been singing and songwriting.

In the summer of 2003, she scored a smash single with Nookie, which turned heads with its graphic lyrics, and Jacki-O joined the small female rap scene which pivots on flesh and flounce.

It took more than a year of wrangling before her album was released, Poe Little Rich Girl. The record earned solid reviews but did not boost her career or income as she had banked on.

”The album wasn’t being pushed as well as I hoped; the songs weren’t on the radio. My video wasn’t in the mainstream, like BET. It was pushed underground. I didn’t get a second video like I was told,” said Jacki-O, who in person seems demure and almost shy, the antithesis of her temptress image.

“I’m a new artist and it takes a lot to push a new artist. I didn’t get a fair shot.”

TVT Records said her album was just the first stepping stone.

”Her record showed promise,” said spokesman Wiggins. “It’s about building her career as an artist. That’s what TVT is known for. We would be happy to put out another Jacki-O album.”

Female rappers face an uphill road in the overwhelmingly male hip-hop world.

Most women artists have to ooze sex in order to get noticed, said DaveyD, hip-hop newspaper columnist and radio programmer who runs hiphopcorner.com.

But that can make it difficult for fans to cut through the posturing to discern raw talent.

Jacki-O fell into that hole, he said. She was also sidelined by the fact that many record labels don’t devote a lot of resources to more than one or two female acts at a time because the market for them is so small.

”The big problem is with the label side — sex is sellable,” DaveyD said. “The women haven’t really been allowed to have their voices nurtured without that sexual agenda of men.”

Jacki-O says she’s hopeful she’ll be able to land a new contract with a label that will put time and money into promoting her.

She’s already written material for a new album called Jack the Ripper. The lead track is Monkey — ”another name for nookie,” she adds with a bashful smile, but offers no apologies.

”Women have to look very sexy, with their lyrics, the way they dress because sex sells,” she says. “No one wants to see you sitting there in a turtleneck.”

The raunchy nature of the words may be the same, but she promises the rhythm will be different. “It’s pop, a bit R&B, a bit hip-hop. I’m looking for a fresh start.”

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Even though the refs tried to give the game to the Colts they still came up short. Watching how Dungy sent out the fucking punt team and then Manning waves them off I have to wonder WHO THE FUCK THE COACH IS.

That dude Polamalu is a beast on defense, too bad the stole that interception off of him. Dont get me wrong I wanted the Colts to win – but you have to win fairly. That pass interfence that wasnt called was bullshit too.

Bettis almost fucked up the whole thing with that fumble – Lucky for him Roethlisberger slowed down Nick Harper.

Bottom line, Hell of a game. Props to Reggie Wayne and The Edge for reppin’ THE U!

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