Wednesday, March 11, 2009


Because we're about a month under the gun for getting your cash to the greed machine that is the IRS, I'm throwing the Mad Money Mix back up for your downloading pleasure. I originally posted it some two months ago and just in two months, the whole landscape has changed. We used to say, "Dude, this ain't 2003 anymore." Now we say, "Bro, this ain't January anymore." The layoffs are hitting feverish levels and bankruptcies are like a freakin' way of life! It changes everyday. You betta buckle in because this is gon' be one bumpy mess. Anyhow, I was listening to it just the other day on the way to work and I heard it in a way that I hadn't ever heard it when I was mixing it down. Interesting in how, within the hour and forty-five minutes of the mix, how dynamically different the messages are within. It's the Gucci Crew's almost lusting for money, the Geto Boys and their almost anthemic "I Ain't With Being Broke" where Willie D tackles the morality in his hustle. Dude's pissed because the prostitutes in his neighborhood are making more money than he is. Bushwick recounts getting brought into this life with nothing. Even the rats and roaches dine better. Scarface considers suicide or, maybe even homocide, as a result of his financial stresses. He wants to make an honest living, but ain't no one hiring kids from the ghetto so he contemplates illegal means. You have the somber moanings of Ray Davies and the Kinks as the taxman comes and sweeps up all of his luxuries. You have a young Biggie Smalls bustin' raps about getting his cash and rising to the top of the empire. You have Puff's "Benjamins" which is the arrival at the top of the empire. Swimming pools, condos, Bentleys. Funkadelic paying homage to the "Funky Dollar Bill," Jay-Z taking his pimp game to new levels, John Lee Hooker coming home from the war with not even a penny to his name and, as a result, a loneliness like he's never known becomes his reality, Rakim on the come-up as he's "thinkin' of a master plan" in the classic "Paid in Full," Showbiz and AG keeping the pockets fat, the Clipse and their boastful "Mr. Me Too," Al Pacino in Scarface depicting an immigrant's "American dream" where a fascination with money and power leads to his ultimate demise all crescendoing to Lil Wayne's classic (yeah, I said it) "A Milli" where Weezy raps of his financial exploits over a sparse, bass-laden backdrop. In the truest sense of his rap, dude pushed a million first week off of a song that didn't even a hook. Bruce Springsteen can't even push half a mill off of his newest masterpiece. That's when you know you got it.

So, for those late filers or those who simply passed the first time around, here's your chance to get your grimeys on something that's truly tax-deductable. Well, actually, there's no real tangible value to it so technically it's not deductable. I'll check with Clint, though, and see if there's a tax break for those who download. Click the cover art above to start saving! Let's see if the Bank of Obama can make good on his master plan.

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