STREAM: The Game, Chris Brown, Diddy, Polow Da Don, Mario Winas, Usher & Boyz II Men – Better On The Other Side (Michael Jackson Tribute)

I was trying really hard not to be cynical about this.

I think I’ve done it now.

— By Akira The Don on Friday, June 26th, 2009

This just in from Joey2tits, regarding the new Michale Jackson sampling 50 Cent Joint:

I sampled that tune two years ago, do I get props?… I also threw in a william s. burroughs, partial credit?

Credit? CREDIT?

ALL CREDIT GOES TO JACKSON, FOOL!

Saying that, Joey’s thing is dope. And its got William Burroughs in there too. Check it out.

STREAM: Joey2tits – The Cut Up

And for contrastage:

STREAM: 50 Cent – Where You Are

And the OG:

Michael Jackson – I Wanna Be Where You Are

— Friday, June 26th, 2009

Click for biggle.

Swiped from Archived Music Press.

— By Akira The Don on Friday, June 26th, 2009

Basically Angelstrike 2 – Herostrike. I fucking love this song.

Video by Chris T T.

From his new album, Goffam. Cop the song for free from his website on June 29th.

— By Akira The Don on Friday, June 26th, 2009

This is from the sequel to last year’s Sincerely Yours, Southside mixtape. He’ calling this one Forever King.

STREAM: 50 Cent – Where You Are

Nah Right says:

I’m giving this MJ track a pass because it was most likely done before yesterday, there’s no RIP mention on it (there is one on Respect It.) Don’t get any ideas, rappers.

FYI, here’s one of the early Omega Sanction sleeve roughs.

— By Akira The Don on Friday, June 26th, 2009

Twitter went crazy.

Mean people told mean jokes.

Nice people said sweet things.

The world turned.

Brilliant Pop Music Lives Forever.

These were the last words Steven Wells wrote:

And of course all this bollocks is written by an idiot who has polished his image as an existentialist, atheist hard-man and anti-mope, forever sneering at the tribes who wallow in self-pity — the gothers, the emo kids, the Smiths fans — the whole 900-block-wide marching band composed entirely of the white male urban middle classes who are convinced that (as the most affluent and pampered human beings who have ever walked the planet) theirs is a story worth hearing. Blissfully unaware that they are but a few generations away from regular visits to the doctor who would wind parasitic worms from their beer bloated assholes using sticks.

You could blame this fallacy on poor education, cultural deterioration, or simple moral decline.

Me? I blame it on sunshine. I blame it on the moonlight. I blame it on the boogie.

— Thursday, June 25th, 2009