Saturday, December 9, 2017

Sneak Preview of You Me Us Them - A Swingers Chronicle (Week 5)

*** Sneak Preview - Week 8 of 10 ***

Niccolo thought it was weird to see Mick standing in the hallway in front of the bathroom door waiting for him.

"May I help you?" Niccolo inquired, even though he really wanted to ask, why the fuck you're grinning at me so hard after I take leak?

Mick was like, "Uh, Nick. I need to speak with you."

"About what?"

"About fucking my wife."

The revelation took Niccolo back to his younger days as a bull.

Niccolo smiled as Mick carried on. "I'm not asking for a couples' swap. Katt is too much for me. She'll break me in half. I just want to watch you and Katt go at it with my wife. Xia has never played with a swinger before, and I would like for you to do the honors by being her first playmates."

Niccolo didn't know whether to hug or kiss Mick on the cheek for the alley oop.

"Sure. I'll take care of her for you. The both of us will."

Mick looked over his shoulder to see if someone else was in the kitchen that was next to the hallway before adding, "My fantasy is to see my wife with another man, but I don't know if I could take seeing her get drilled."

"Why not?"

Mick wasn't sure if he wanted to share the reason but said, "I'm afraid she might like her play partner more than she likes me."

Niccolo nodded and was like, "Understood, but she's going home with you at the end of the night. So, you won't have that problem. Women fuck their exes before they want new dick anyway."

"Never thought of it that way. Cool. Thanks, Nick."

"You bet."

Mick turned around and practically skipped to the living room like a child with his favorite candy.

Mick and Xia had already conversed about the idea of her playing in a threesome with their guests. Xia agreed, and Mick saw the play with Niccolo and Katt as a test. A test to see if he could stomach seeing his wife get her shit off with another man.

Niccolo sat down moments after the surprise convo and cracked a crab leg open to dip the meat in the sauce. He tasted the crab meat that was chased by shrimp that was already in his mouth.

"Hmmmm...this is delicious," Niccolo complimented Xia for the food spread between bites.

"Thanks."

He swallowed the grub and remarked, "I hope the food is delicious as you."

Xia choked on a sip of wine from his straight forwardness.

She got herself together and replied, "I'm as delicious as you want me to be."

The flirting got Niccolo stiff hard as he playfully fanned himself. "Ooooo weeee. I'm getting hot under the collar now."

"What you're gonna about it, Mr. Vet? I heard and saw your work in the play rooms. I want to feel what's the fuss about for myself." Xia winked at Niccolo and got up from her seat to say, "Follow me to the red room. I want you...and your wife."

Xia was on some Pied Piper shit by leading the couple to a red lighted room. Sheer, black drapes hanged around the oval, king size bed. Very Arabian-like with a huge black and white zebra rug on the floor. She immediately stripped down from a swift motion as her see-through gown dropped to her pedicure.

"Come here." Xia beckoned her guests to the center of the bed.

Mick sat on a zebra printed saucer chair across from them. Voyeuring. Pulling down his slacks and playing with himself. Hoping to get off from seeing his wife get fucked crazy by "Superman."

(Taken from You, Me, Us, Them by Nah'Sun)

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Female Ejaculation

I love eating coochie…

Okay, let me stop being fresh…It's aight, and I don't do it often…at least when I don't need to. I thought eating box was gross until I had to "man up" and realize that intimacy is a give and take activity

I might sound like a broken record, but the best way to stimulate a woman during sex is focusing on the clitoris and "g-spot", and 
there's a special technique to that art

For the record, I speak from experience…ya bwoy never fronts for the ladies…and if you don't believe me…well…there's one way of finding out (If I like you like that )




Teasing the inner thighs and other parts of a woman's body is VERY important. Anticipation will most definitely moisten the kitten and urge her to want penetration. Kissing/licking and massaging a woman’s thighs, back of her knee caps, lower back, back of her neck, ass cheeks, collar bone, in between her breasts, and toes (if they’re on point) are some of a woman's hot spots.

Always focus on how she BREATHES. Move your hands and tongue like the way she's breathing and moving. It's no different from dancing. You'll know when you're doing something right by the way she breathes.

Don't pay attention to her moaning. 

That is how you can play yourself by believing you're doing a good job when actually you ain't doing shit…a woman can fake a moan because it's controllable…breathing ISN'T




And when she breathes heavily use your fingers like you're telling someone to "come here" to stroke the G-Spot, which is two inches above inside the vagina. Make sure your nails are clean and because coochie needs special treatment, too…LOL

Gently massage the clit with the tongue in CIRCLES. Pretend your tongue is dancing with the clit by moving the tongue in a rhythm. Switching up speeds with the tongue is good, but NOT good when you do it off beat like you're starving

Once you work on the G-Spot and the clit at the SAME TIME, you'll know when she ejaculates as her pussy squirts. Beware of clear liquids squirting (it's not urine) when shorty's about to explode. It's impossible for a woman and man to urine while ejaculating so there's no need to worry.

As I think about it, oral sex isn't the only way for a woman to ejaculate. But, I'm not going to give away my secrets…LOL

And by the way, a woman bustin a nut and ejaculating are two different things…one is automatic (cumming) and the other requires more attention (ejaculation)…and of course, THIS TAKES PRACTICE.

Peace and Afro Grease


Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Thursday, November 30, 2017

Sneak Preview of You Me Us Them - A Swingers Chronicle (Week 4)

*** Sneak Preview - Week 4 of 10 ***

"Somebody hurry up and give me a towel!" Panic told her to dig in the hotel room refrigerator to grab a bottle of vodka.

"What's that for?" asked a tall, lanky guy who peeped the bottle in her hand.

"For Karyn's finger. We don't have rubbing alcohol. This is the best we can do to put on the cut and stop the infection." The midget woman poured vodka in a shot glass and carefully drenched the cut in the palm of Karyn's hand.

Karyn was stabbed and in need of medical attention.

The midget frantically looked around for a bath towel in the bathroom. Most of them were used and sprawled on the floor. Wet and dirty from bird baths and after-play. She lucked up and found a clean white face towel on the side of the sink and rushed back to Karyn's aid.

"Ouch! Damn, Mez." Karyn jumped from the sting of the cloth rubbing the vodka on the raw wound.

"My bad, babe. I gotta put something on it." Mez wrapped the face towel over the gash for Karyn to hold it there as the cloth immediately turned red.

The chick who stabbed Karyn had scurried off to another room. Scared. Hiding. Paranoid. Whatever stimulant she took that night had scrambled her brain. Heaven high and out of her mind, she dialed 9-1-1.

"Police! Police!" she frantically spoke with the dispatcher to seek help for herself.

Meanwhile, the rest of the partygoers barricaded themselves in their rooms. They wanted no parts of the drama. The hallways flipped from an indoor Mardi Gras to a ghost town in a matter of seconds. Security heard the commotion from the room where the chick had run off to and called the cops.

"Get out, Emma!" The owner of the room ordered the chick who stabbed Karyn.

Emma didn't budge...
...not a flinch.

She'd mentally checked out after finishing the call. She felt threatened with her back against the wall. She blacked out a few times as she slipped in and out of her senses while sitting on the bed.

The security guard pulled the owner of the room to the side and took a few steps closer to Emma. "Emma, you gotta leave the room."

Those words skied through one ear and out the other.

The security guard, basketball tall and linebacker husky, took a few steps toward Emma. Damn near striking distance. She felt endangered and whipped out a pirate dagger. The same dagger that was used to slice Karyn's hand.

The last step the security guard took was a killer. No pun. She stabbed him in the lower abdominal as she lunged from the queen size bed where she was sitting. He wore nothing but a shirt, as the point of the dagger with the force of the push had penetrated through the fabric.

The guy felt the burn and held his ribs. He ran out the room and saw a gang of blue coats in the hallway. They ran toward the guy once they saw blood on his shirt.

"Oh, God..." A blond-haired officer saw the bleeding and immediately turned his attention to the room.

His partners rushed in. Then paused. They saw blood on the dagger and tried reasoning with Emma.

"Ma'am, put the knife down." A dark-haired guy led the crew.

He marveled at her naked body during the ordeal.

Smooth skin. Round tits. Tear drop ass.

Curves for days.

His dick got hard. His eyes munched on her flesh. He couldn't figure whether he wanted to pull out cuffs or pull out his dick.

And you know what...
...I couldn't blame him.

Craziness aside, Emma had the goods. Thick, short haired, bronze complected with the glow of brown eyes. They slanted whenever she smiled. She wasn't smiling that night tho.

She shook her head <no> at his orders. She got up from the bed and walked by the giant window of the room that faced the highway. The scene was like a crew of hyenas cornering a lioness.

Fearing that she would stab them, the dark-haired police officer froze in place. "Ma'am, put the knife down. Please."

Emma wasn't hearing it.

She vice-gripped the dagger and stood her ground. The 10-man blue crew crowded the front of the room door. After a few minutes of negotiating with no avail, their mood swung from caring about her well-being to wanting to wring her neck for testing their patience. She frustrated them to the max.

"Ma'am, we could do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice." The lead cop knew how to un-arm knife welders from experience.

He used Plan B since she refused to comply. They took a few steps closer and bum rushed her. Never giving her a chance to react. The next thing she knew, the cops wrestled her down to the maroon carpet face first. She tried fighting them off as the dagger had slipped from her hand. The cops wrapped her arms behind her back and handcuffed her. The rest of the blue crew picked her up from the carpet hog-tied. They hauled her out the room and through the hallway while she kirked out.

"My life is over! My life is over!" Emma's eyes teared up as her high had plane crashed while carried out.

For the police, the night was another day at the job.

For Emma, that was the beginning of the end.

(Taken from "You, Me, Us, Them" by Nah'Sun the Great)

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Monday, November 20, 2017

Sneak Preview of You Me Us Them - A Swingers Chronicle (Week 3)

She didn't go to the club to play that night…
...but his lips felt so good that her instincts took over.

"Stop playing around and fuck me," She whispered after breast feeding him her Ds.

The licks and sucks on her left breast sung a freaky lullaby over her heart that went like...

One, and one,
We're having some fun,
In the, bed-room, all day,
And all of the night...


He confused her senses with mixed messages. His kisses didn't match his touch. His smooth lips contradicted the roughness of his handles. Squeezing the hook of her ass. Lifting her across the room. Clutching her ribs as her back rubbed against the wall. Tossing her on the bed before laying on top of her to kiss her forehead.

Those daddy kisses...
...the kisses that told you, "everything's gonna be okay," after a rough day.

And roughness is what he gave her before his tongue slipped in her innoSINce.

There's no place like home...

His face was buried between her legs to lick a place he was most familiar with. Speaking in tongues at the place of worship where the original sin had blessed him. Blessed him with the reason he was alive to taste the forbidden fruit until she chose to give it up. She christened his face with Holy water as she let go. Baptizing him with self-respect with no shame. Purifying him with purple rain by squirting her Minnetonka on his face to crown him prince.

There's no place like home...

He stood tall on the bed and beckoned her to rise in a kneeling position.

She got hers...
...now he wanted his.

She had him by the balls and under her mercy. His life in her hands. Literally. She puppet mastered his facial expressions of damn, girl, that feels good, and made him her slave. A fiend. An addict to a dopamine release. She whipped his mind in a frenzy from an orgasm. Slapping his hand away like, nah, I got this, after he tried holding onto her for balance. She backed him against the wall with nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to turn except submit to the love below who snatched his soul.

She grabbed his hammer for him to nail her. Turning his nuts with her free hand to fit a screw. A screw she wanted. Thirsted for. Lefty loosey, righty tighty. The nursery rhyme for him to drill her from the back. Knocking down walls for room in the man cave. Bagging up debris of squirts like fall leaves from the hook of his rod that hit her spot. Painting her flesh with sticky sweat as his hips bounced from the cuff of her ass. Her love muscles contracted to keep him from digging deeper until she felt tingling in her toes.

There's no place like home...

Her manicure dug deep in his shoulder blades until his flesh cracked with grooves of crimson; the love marks of him exploring her womanhood without getting lost in her frustration. The frustration of men taking the wrong turn and not finding her spots. Not caring about the directions of breaths that showed the male ego where to go.

But he was different.

He took his time riding her curves with the stick shift. Not pumping the breaks when she yearned for more. Not running through yellow lights when she didn't want him to miss a spot as he drove her wild on Sex Drive with cruise control.

There's no place like home...

Don't worry. I got you. His eyes spoke to hers through a deep gaze.

You promise? Her eyes returned the intensity.

Cross my heart. He replied with no blinking.

No shifting right or left. Just the constant attention he gave her. He cupped her chin for a kiss and wallowed in her femininity.

She died breathing.

Only to be resurrected when his hands sizzled across the hairs of her skin to zap her to life. Sacrificing her on the cross of the bed. Parting her legs like the Red Sea under his guidance as he mastered her insides. She grew weak. Vulnerable. Conflicted. Afraid that this perfect stranger knew her well enough to reflect her moves like mirrors facing each other.

Losing herself was the one-way ticket to freedom. She didn't give a fuck anymore, especially when the strength of his hands unlocked the rooms of her mind to let him in and protect her womanhood that was guarded.

There's no place like home...

(Taken from You, Me, Us, Them by Nah'Sun the Great)

Nook and Kindle release on December 25th

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Church Girls are Freaks




"Church girls are the freakiest ones" - a quote I've often heard growing up

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

That’s a funny statement. I think EVERY female has freak in her. It just takes that one man to bring out those raw emotions waiting to break through and release like "hello!"

I wouldn’t say church girls are the freakiest. But I will say it’s more about rebelling against what was, or is taught, to them if anything.

During my college years, a handful of girls acted like they were Mother Theresa when behind dorm doors they went wild like Mary Magdalene.

I'm not judging




Plenty of girls' profiles on Facebook and Instagram have religious statements about "Serving Jesus"…"Loving the Lord"…blahzay, blahzay

And what’s wild is that I personally know how some of these ladies get down...especially those who party away Sodom and Gomorrah style on Saturdays, and then rinse their sins away in collection plates on Sundays.


But hey, to each their own.

Knocking someone for their contradictions isn't my style. Hell, I contradict myself at times.

HOWEVER, I DO have a problem when people preach to me and others while not having their shit together. Don't talk shit about dirt on my front steps when your sidewalk is filled with garbage.

Random Blog Thought: Tell me why a Pentecostal church is literally next door to a strip club down the street from me...



Okay, back to the subject

I’ve dated Christian sistas, but it’s unfair to judge the entire church community based on my own experiences. But damn!!! They WERE the freakiest out of any type of women I’ve dated

I’ve also dated a Muslim sista before. And while it was harder for her to break out of the shell of staying true to her beliefs, she still…well…did some things she shouldn’t had…you didn’t hear that from me tho

Sooooooo...are church girls the freakiest???

Hmmmmmmm...

Aight, I’m out like Overalls

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com




Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Sneak Preview of You Me Us Them - A Swingers Chronicle (Week 2)

*** Sneak Preview - Week 2 of 10 ***

The shade was real at their girls' night out.

Katt shifted her focus from watching Aiko on the dance floor to Emma and asked, "So, Emma. What are your thoughts about the lifestyle so far?"

Emma took a sip from her glass and smiled. "Fun, fun, fun! I'm having the time of my life."

"Nice. We gotta spend time more often. You've been neglecting me," claimed Katt, as she sat

across from Emma, and next to Sofia who just looked and listened to the exchange.

"I haven't been neglecting you. I figured you've been too busy for me with Niccolo."

"Ha! Please. Niccolo is too consumed with that damn club."

"Okay, I tell you what. Let's do brunch tomorrow."

"You're on."

"I text you tomorrow."

Sofia felt left out. "Where is my invite?"

Katt playfully rubbed Sofia's thigh and insisted, "Emma's my girl. We need us time."

Sofia nodded at the response and threw a curve ball by asking, "What about Niccolo?"

"What about him?" Katt wasn't sure where the question was going.

"What are your rules? Is he allowed to have private sessions?"

"Yes. We're allowed to have one-on-ones. Not sure he'll have one with you tho."

Emma almost choked on her wine from the petty.

"What that's supposed to mean?" Sofia found the remark offensive.

"I'm just not sure if Niccolo would be down to have one-on-ones with someone he doesn't really know. He doesn't fuck the help. No shade." Katt sipped her wine like Kermit with tea.

Katt was right about Niccolo not fucking the help...
...but that statement came from a place of competition moreso a forewarning.

Sofia was equally attractive as Katt. Probably more attractive depending on whom you asked. Sofia's jet-black hair flowed to the middle of her back with a face that made her look 10 years younger to the point where liquor stores and bartenders carded her. Her slimness with curves and perky double D cups made dicks stand at ease whether she wore pencil dresses, sweats and jeggings wherever she went. Those attributes posed a threat to Katt.

Emma jumped in the conversation to break the cat fight between Katt and Sofia. "Sofia, how long you've been in the lifestyle?"

"For a few years; close to ten."

"Awesome sauce. I'm still a newbie. Still learning the ropes. Do you have any advice?"

Sofia sipped on her wine and smirked while thinking of an answer. "Yes, I do, actually. Stay out of drama. Respect the rules. And don't play with a man who has a jealous girlfriend."

The clapback from Sofia forced a “Wow” from Emma.

Katt chuckled from Sofia throwing subs. Well played. She told herself, and continued to not feed into the back and forth with Sofia by sipping her wine and enjoying the music.

Temporarily at least.

(Taken from You, Me, Us, Them by Nah'Sun)

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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Calling a Woman After Getting Her Number


What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

A lot of people think calling the next day is a no-no. My thought is, if I call honey the next day acting thirsty and beastin’ on the horn, then of course she’s going to think I’m lame and desperate

It’s not what I do, it's HOW I go about doing it

Sometimes I’ll call or text a woman the DAY AFTER I get her mathematics. There’s nothing wrong with calling someone the next day. I’m too grown to play games.

On that note, if I go to the club, church, open mic, fashion show, strip club, networking event or whatever the occasion, and get a girl’s phone number, I’m gonna call honey the next day


Point blank


Getting the number is the easy part, at least to me (not to toot my own horn) *beep beep*

But if I call shorty and leave a voice message, maybe a text on top of that, then I expect a phone call within 3 days. If honey doesn’t call me within those 3 days, her number is getting erased.

Everybody nowadays are on their phone like flies on shit. So there shouldn't be an excuse of why she can't call back in a timely fashion, or at least text...real talk

The “I’m busy” excuse is weak.

Women who showed strong interest had called me at least two days after the exchange, if not the next day. The average person GETS their voice mails and text messages. Therefore, that person KNOWS when you tried to get in touch with them.

So there’s no reason to keep calling. Silence speaks louder than words. And what's understood doesn't need to be explained.



The ratio between woman to man is 3 to 1. So the odds work in my favor. There’s no reason for me to push up on a shorty when she shows lack of interest. There are other single (and in some cases, married) women looking for a brotha to make them feel like they’re walking on water.

Then some females have the nerve to get mad at me when I forget where and how we met when they DO decide to call….LOL…comedy.

And on that note, I’m out like army fatigues

P.S.

If someone tells you, “Gimme YOUR number so I can call you,” then in the immortal words of my Italian buddies “Fuh-git-da-bout-it”

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com

Friday, October 27, 2017

Sneak Preview of You Me Us Them - A Swingers Chronicle (Week 1)

*** Sneak Preview - Week 1 of 10 ***

Roxy got off from thinking about Niccolo...
...not from her husband.

She wanted new dick. New dick that served her better than what she got on a regular basis. But of course, her husband didn't allow it. No matter how many time he carried on with other women at lifestyle parties to get his nut off.

Selfishness...
...the downfall of every swing couple.

She rolled her eyes from boredom when her husband pumped away. Thinking he was doing something. Thinking he was putting in work. The sex was great during the first half of their marriage, but ever since they got introduced to the lifestyle within 6 years of their union, she wanted something new as much as he did. The thing was, he was the jealous type. Something she couldn't fathom because he yearned for new pussy as much as she desired new dick. But her playing with another man while he sexed different women wasn't happening. Not under his watch. And all of that pent up frustration had made up her mind to cheat when the goose couldn't get the same treat as the gander.

(Taken from You, Me, Us, Them by Nah'Sun the Great)

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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Hassan "Poppy" Campbell Calls out Mysonne

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

Poppy, an activist from NYC who exposed Zulu Nation leader Afrika Bambataa for sexually molesting him and other teens in The Bronx and abroad, is calling out rapper Mysonne



For what?

To step his muthafuckin' activism game up

You see, Mysonne had once called out T.I. for allegedly snitching to get off light for a gun charge, told Troy Ave that he's a "bozo," and called Harlem hustler Alpo a snitch which subsequently led to a beef with Alpo's son, Popperazzi Po

But Mysonne didn't say shit about Afrika Bambaataa as far as sexually molesting boys...
...allegedly



This old head back in the day had told me that Afrika Bambaataa is gay...I didn't believe it...I'm not from NYC, so I didn't know about the rumors of Bam molesting boys...so when Poppy and Ron Savage aka B Stinger had put Bambaataa on blast about the reported transgressions, I was surprised

Funny thing is...

...Hip-Hop aren't bringing heat on Afrika Bambaataa to face the music and answer to those allegations; not through the media by the way of a press release, but in person

I'd met Afrika Bambataa in 2007 in the South Bronx at a rec center...the joint was the Zulu Nation anniversary...he seemed to be a cool dude...I had asked him how he felt about rappers like Common and T.I sampling his songs at the time

Bam was like...

"It's cool. That what happens in Hip-Hop"




Bam seemed to be an okay guy

So on the strength of that, I was more than shocked when I heard the news about Bam sexually molesting boys dating back to the 80s

Anywho, peep the clip below of Poppy not only calling out Mysonne, but also Don Diva magazine co-founder Kevin Chiles and Nation of Islam leader  Minister Louis Farrakhan for not putting the pressure on Bam

Looks like nobody in Hip-Hop wanna touch those charges, pun intended

CLICK HERE to watch the clip from your phone



Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Lady of Rage vs Cardi B

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

Ayo

I don't wanna seem like the old headz at the party...

...but the first verse is the reason why I can't get into Cardi B

Click here and peep game


Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Are Black People Homophobic?

Are Black people homophobic?

Find out on the Gentleman's Sweep show

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Aye!

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Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Is the Side Piece Healthy for Relationships?

Find out the answer on the latest episode of the Gentleman's Sweep show...

...hosted by LadyTee Kennedy, Jay Russ, and Norris

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Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Father Shaming of LaVar Ball PART 1

What's woody, grasshoppers?

Check out this clip from Red Pill about the media coverage of LaVar Ball as I'ma post my own thoughts in PART 2 of this discussion next week

For those who's been living under a rock for the last few months, LaVar Ball is the father of soon to be NBA player Lonzo Balland has found himself in a swirl of controversy over the handling of his son's career

Click here to watch from your phone


Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The 5 Most Important Moments in Hip-Hop

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

I wanna break down the most important moments in Hip-Hop that helped shaped the culture throughout the years

So without further ado, let the games begin


1. Rapper's Delight - Prolonged the lifespan of a dying disco era while ushering in a new genre...

...RAP!




2. The Message - The first storytelling joint that actually had a...

...message! *Keenan Ivory Wayans voice*





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PobrSpMwKk4


3. Fuck Tha Police - The first in-your-face anti-establishment joint



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jOqOlETcRU



4. My Melody - Rakim's flow and rhyme pattern made everything before 1986 sound obsolete





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdMlZxHLM8w


5. Nuthin' But A G-Thang - The track that gave birth to the second Golden Age of Hip-Hop (1992-1996) at a time when rap wasn't sure if it wanted to dance, be conscious, or go gangster





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4E4XC7qOfk



Aight, family

Those are my five most important moments in Hip-Hop

Until then...

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Aaron Hernandez:The Gun Before the Fall

What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

A lot has gone for ya bwoy for the last few months

I started my next book project, moved to a new apartment, and now I'm plotting my next moves

And because I have a lil' bit of breathing room to blog again, that brings me to the tragic story of former NFL star Aaron Hernandez...

...the man who had the world, like footballs thrown to him, in the palm of his hands


I'd already blogged about the Aaron Hernandez saga (Click here for that write-up), so I just wanna focus on today's news about the alleged suicide

First of all, the news of Hernandez hanging himself in a Massachusetts prison cell don't make sense

How do you conjure up the urge to "86" yourself after a court acquittal for a double homicide, especially when his lawyer, Jose Baez, and reporters who followed both trials, had said that Hernandez was jovial in this trial in contrast to the first?

Hernandez had a top notch lawyer in Baez, who got Casey Anthony off from allegedly murdering her daughter, and could've possibly won an appeal for Hernandez for the Odin Lloyd murder since he'd beaten the most recent double murder charge (Hernandez beating that charge had given him some reasonable doubt for the Odin case)


Something doesn't seem right...

...and the situation doesn't help that he died on the day of the New England Patriots' visit to the White House for their Super Bowl fiddy one victory over the Atlanta Falcons

Was foul play involved?

Stay tuned...

...because his current lawyer and former agent wanna conduct an independent investigation to find out that possibility

Click here for more of this story

And on that note, I'm baaaaaaaack

Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Happy New Year with a Philly Hair Style


What's woody wood, grasshoppers?

Ya bwoy is back

Yep, I have a slew of blogs and other shenanigans in store for you...so bear with me...in the meantime, check out the hair salon of a special friend in Philly

Mynkx 



Shorty has West Philly on lock as far as hair styles...so ladies, if you wanna look glitz and glamorous for the public, I'll advise you to hit the road and check her out @

Honey Bush Hair Studio
5400 Lansdowne Ave (54th st and Lansdowne)
Philadelphia, PA 19151

#MynkxMagick

Aye!

Peep the promotional video of the spot below (CLICK Here to peep from your phone)


Peace and Afro Grease

Nah'Sun the Great @ www.nahsunblaze.com