Ron Mexico City

XXLMag.com | Don't Apologize, Drake!

"That career move was very important to me… We've done such a great job of building it all up. It's kind of like people were getting this impression of me that I'm never gonna make a mistake. I'm not made of Teflon. I'm gonna do things for myself sometimes, as opposed to what people want me to do… If you listen to the song, I'm not saying the most graceful thing in the world. It's not the most heartfelt song… I say some pretty wild things in regards to women in the actual song. When me and Kanye were in the studio working on a song for Big Sean, we were talking about it. We saw a comedic element to it. I felt that the climate in the world right now, everything in the world is so serious all the time, my life is serious, I just wanted to laugh, instead of taking myself too serious as the heartthrob and walking hand-in-hand into the movies and taking my shirt off. I felt it's not that time for me yet. Or maybe never. I'm a very multifaceted person. One thing I told 'Ye is, 'I really want to act. I want to act in this video.'"

-Drake, MTV News

Pause. The acting in the “Best I Ever Had” video was shitty, but that’s beside the point…

XXLMag.com | Rhymefest: The Everyday Low Price of Economic Freedom

“Now, I’m not one to judge a person’s political, religious or [even] artistic views; however, the reasons that this artist gave were so fucking erroneous and outrageous that it compels me to speak out, even if only to give fans the right information so that we are not following uninformed-ass rappers down the hole of ‘abstract nothingness.’”

–Rhymefest, MySpace blog (complete with “Intellectuals Only” warning)

I thought Rhymefest was supposed to be one of the smart ones. The way some of the writers at Okayplayer bump him, I thought he was Frederick fuckin Douglass. Then again, that great bastion of truer-than-true hip-hop and allied enlightened music gave Solange a blog soooo… I guess I can’t really call it, can I?

Fest, who ironically enough refers to himself as El Che, offered the above preamble as part of a nasty little quasi-intellectual spat with Lupe Fiasco, who I hear is still holding down the “Low Kick” button to charge up his bicycle kick for Byron Crawford. As both “conscious rappers” have exhibited, not every nigga who owns a Che Guevara t-shirt or sips a delicious Dwele-flavored McCafe is a revolutionary.

“Abstract nothingness”, you say? Put a pin in that. We’ll come back to it.

Yahoo! Says The Darnedest Things: K-Fed Edition

I'm no stranger to shitty Yahoo! headlines, but...

When the fuck did this nigga have "fans"? Do they mean "lunch shift strippers"? I remember when Britney's fans were like, "Oh, somebody need to talk to this bitch." But, other than that...

XXLMag.com | Alfamega Presents: Snitching vs. Lying

“A lot of people don’t pay attention. They read, but they don’t understand... They hear, but they don't listen.” –Alfamega, EweToube

Of course. That must be the problem. We're not paying close enough attention. Alrighty, then...

I’m watching this nigga Alfadavit cocking his head, talkin about, “Let’s get it right right now.” I’m like, “Awwww, shit. We finna get ourselves a good old-fashioned talkin’ to!” I expect this nigga to debunk allegations of snitching *snicker*, or at least deny that he’s a snitch like every other negro entertainer in the public eye who finds his all-important street credibility under attack.

XXLMag.com | WSHH: The CNN of Urban Kiddie Pr0n?

Most mornings Ron Mexico City’s iCoonery searches begin at none other than the bastion of buffoonery that is World Star Hip Hop. A nigga usually can’t tell what’s worse, the video content, descriptions or comments. I like to think of them as a holy trinity of fuckery, as it’s not really possible to separate the three.

World Star Bunnies, the girls you see ass-first in WSHH preview windows, usually make for a welcome break in my swag surfing. Who doesn’t want to see a hot fucking ghetto mess of an aspiring stripper shake her dingleberry forest on the twin bed-slash-couch with her chillens in the room? If the arrangement is between consenting adults—by “adults” I mean the dancers, World Star’s owners and several thousand underage viewers—who am I to condemn?

We's Doin' Good, Massa?

This Yahoo Sports headline is really fucking with me.

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Despite the fact that auto racing as a sport makes absolutely zero sense to me, I'm sorry Massa got hurt doing his job. There's nothing really funny about that. Still, my initial reaction to this headline was clamoring, "Oh, Lawd! We's gone be alright, Sah?"

XXLMag.com | Harlem Children "Eat Da Pussy" [VIDEO]

Here's some true, to-the-heart fuckery for my real RMC peoples.

XXLMag.com | ESPN & Def Jam Present: How To Make It Rain [VIDEO]

Negro Please video blog

XXLMag.com | The Passion of Remy Ma

“I used to be one of those people that watched the news and bought the newspaper everyday and believed that everything that I was seeing and reading was true; up until the point where I ended up in their reports in a negative light. Now I only read the papers for the horoscopes and the comics and I only watch the news for the lottery numbers. They couldn’t even get my name or age right, more less the color of my vehicle that was right behind them parked in front of the precinct. Many reporters get their information at 4th, 3rd, 2nd hand at best. They’re at liberty to word a headline however they see fit in order to sell the highest number of papers but rarely do they take a moment to stop and think that this is someone’s life that they’re tampering with, someone with a family, someone that might have children.

Since I’ve been incarcerated, I’ve managed to do something I think I would’ve never done or made the time to do at home. I read the entire Bible from Genesis page one to Revelation page 2,117. In the Gospels, they tell you how Jesus Christ who gave sight to the blind, helped the cripple walk, healed lepers, and fed thousands of people from a couple of loaves of bread was put on trial just because people didn’t like him. They made up stories, they accused him of things he didn’t do and all the while he proclaimed his innocence. None of the people he ever helped came forward on his behalf and those closest to him turned their backs on him, they even had an annual festival where they agreed to let one prisoner go and the people chose to let a known murderer go free over Jesus Christ. He was eventually found guilty and killed. So if that’s how they treat the Son of God, who are we? That right there gives me the strength to hold my head high everyday and I can honestly say I’m doing okay.”

–Remy Ma, Global Grind blog

So when Remy Ma dies, will it be just like that time when Jesus died? It might be. I remember when Remy psychologically healed the lepers by making them feel beautiful with her music videos.

XXLMag.com | Michael, Michael, Michael, You My Nigga!

It’s been a really fucked up year for niggas named Ron. First Browz, now Artesticles. I don’t know if I like being a Ron anymore. ☹

As I briefly mentioned on today’s podcast, I refrained from mocking Ron Artest’s simultaneous mockery of Michael Jackson’s death—and, well… all music—for reasons unbeknownst to… everyone.

XXLMag.com | Jesus Christ Pop Star

[Blogger's Note: I'm trying to catch up on and bury the all MJ shit as soon as possible. Thanks for your hatience.]

Shawty get loose with the tongue as well.

“--He has touched people. I was talking to my brother and I mentioned that this was like the passing of Jesus Christ. And I wasn’t joking. I was serious. Because Jesus Christ touched so many people. The story that they gave of this man, he touched so many people and healed people. You know what I mean? And Michael Jackson did the same thing not only with his music but with his performance and his personality.” – Lil' Mama, Rap Up TV

I love watching pop music wind-up dolls speak without help from songwriters and publicists.

Heavy D - "No Matter What" video

...aaaaand, we're back.

It's very unfortunate that I have to christen our newest volume of the video talking by busting a bottle of Wray & Nephew over Heavy D's deformed eye, but... the bumbaclot did it to himself.

Nuff fuck'ry deh 'bout.

XXLMag.com | The Price of Shame

Depression is some serious shit. While we’re not all clinically depressed, we all get down from time to time. I feel that. Soulja Boy freaked the fuck out last week after realizing all that glitters ain’t swag. Bow Wow may very well have felt the ripple effect that shimmers off of the niggas in your circle.

Either that or Bow Wow saw the attention Soulja Boy got for his freakout and decided to try a cracker-less one.

XXLMag.com | The Black Carpet

While I openly believe that 24-hour news networks are the worst thing ever to happen to journalism, I chose MSNBC's coverage of Michael Jackson's Memorial for hip-hop journalist Toure.

[Blogger's Note: Don't ever call him a "hip-hop journalist". Trust me.]

XXLMag.com | Turn My Swag Off

"Cracker" media is enough to make a nigga...

“Hop back in the bed. Turn my swag off./
When I wake up I’mma roll another blunt./
Yeah. I’m gettin monayyy./”