9.21.2011

o.g.

i am admittedly out of the pop culture loop.  when did this happen to me?  i don't watch the award shows anymore, simply because i've never heard of most of the people being acknowledged and haven't heard nor seen much of their work.  i don't watch reality tv at all, rarely go to the movies, keep my ear close to music i need to learn, and fast forward to the sketch comedies on the late night talk shows.  every once in a while a curveball is hurled in my direction, knocking my socks off while restoring hope that i can get my head back in the us magazine mix.  enter ice t.

now... back in the day, ice t was a bad man.  he lent that biting voice quality to many classic anthems from the gangsta rap hanger.  hailing from south central los angeles, he brought the street cred to back it up.  dealing mary jane and pimping were things he had actually done in his life.

i first learned of his rhyme style when i heard him light it up on my new jack city cassette.



i rewound a bit and caught him putting down a laid back title track to the movie colors.



the wife is a big law & order fan and, even though i have a hard time getting into the subject matter on s.v.u, i like watching ice t run things.  crazy seeing him on a weekly tv drama, but he really pulls it off.  and pairing him with so-so comic richard belzer?  why not.



but hey man - why you on the reality tv scene?  they've got you documenting your relationship with some gal who is probably getting famous off you.  your show is lined up on E! around kendra, an annoying playmate, and that kardashian who hooked it up with lamar odom. how you going out like that?

i decided to watch an episode of ice loves coco, just to see for myself.  it happened to be their anniversary party.  snoop dogg was there, and the master of ceremonies was that weird pimp-cup-weilding guy from snoop's crew.  i skeptically waited to see coco, the gal he had married.  who names their kid coco?  once she appeared on the screen, it finally made sense.


okay, i get it.  you're just keeping it real (pun intended).  

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