Alkaline Stops Skin Bleaching and Dancehall Fans Cosign




Alkaline may have stopped skin bleaching and dancehall fans are giving him two thumbs up.

The Vendetta boss posted a video on Instagram last night promoting an upcoming show in New Jersey. Some of his fans quickly noticed that he looked a lot darker than he did recently. “Alka a turn back black them dead ya now general,” one fan wrote, while another added, “Can’t even break down Alkaline progression. You can say “black alkaline, tattoo alkaline, bleach alkaline” it all happened in the same week.”

Alkaline started bleaching around 2014 when his career just started to blow up. Since then we’ve learned that his tattoo eyeball was fake and that he was wearing contacts as part of a scheme to fool his fans. We now learn that his skin bleaching was not permanent since the below video shows that he is getting back black. Here is a photo of Alkaline taken last month.

Vybz Kartel is another dancehall artist famous for skin bleaching but his procedure seems like a more permanent solution since he has maintained his lightness six years after being in prison. There are some recently speculations that his skin bleaching remedy may have poisoned his body and has resulted in his hospitalization a few times since his incarceration.



Gyptian Cops Two African Entertainment Awards In New Jersey




Gyptian picked up two African Entertainment Awards at the Cicely Tyson Theatre in East Orange, New Jersey recently.

The dancehall singer has been missing on the scene in Jamaica but he has been doing very well in the motherland. He was nominated for three awards at the 3rd annual African Entertainment Awards held in New Jersey this week. He won in the category Award of Achievement where other local acts such as Spice and Mr. Vegas received nominations.

Gyptian also won an award for Best Caribbean Artiste where he edged out artists like soca star Machel Montana. He missed out on the award for Best Dancehall artist which was picked up by Shotta Wale. Dancehall and Afro beats has been on the rise in recent years and even making its way into mainstream music which gives life to awards shows like the African Entertainment Awards (AEA) in the U.S. The AEA has been growing in popularity since its inception in 2014.

Gyptian also performed his new single “Closer” and “Leave You Alone” at the African Entertainment Awards. “I knew about the performance, but didn’t know about the honor,” the “Hold Yuh” singer said. “It was a real surprise and one that I am humbled to receive. Thank you to the organizers of the AEA Awards, the Essex County Board of Chosen Freeholders, and all of my fans. This is much appreciated!”

B-52’s – Song For A Future Generation lyrics

Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy
Wanna be the king of the universe
Let’s meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be the empress of fashion
Wanna be the president of Moscow
Let’s meet and have a baby now!

La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!

Hey, I’m Fred the Cancerian from New Jersey
I like collecting records and exploring
The cave of the unknown

Hello, I’m Cindy, I’m a Pisces
And I like chihuahuas and
Chinese noodles

Wanna be the first lady of infinity
Wanna be the nicest guy on earth
Let’s meet and have a baby now!

La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!
Now! La! La! La! La! La!

Hi, my name is Ricky and I’m a Pisces
I love computers and hot tamales

Hey, I’m Kate and I am a Taurus
I love tomatoes and black-capped
Chickadees

Hey, my name is Keith and I’m a
Scorpio from Athens, G-A and I like
To find the essence from within

Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise
Wanna be the king of the Zulus
Let’s meet and have a baby now!

Wanna be the daughter of Dracula
Wanna be the son of Frankenstein
Let’s meet and have a baby now!

Wanna be mother-father
Daughter-son captain
Wanna be ruler-king and empress

Pull up wit a stick freestyle – Fetty Wap lyrics

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Pull up wit a stick freestyle

I’ma pull up wit a stick, yeah
With the stick, yeah
Hatin’ on me you a b*tch, yeah
You a b*tch, yeah
You not really with the shits, yeah
With the shits, yeah
I be boolin’ with my dawgs just like Micheal Vick
We ain’t beefin’ ’bout no money, it don’t make no sense
Have my d*ck all in his ..
Yeah, you know the location to my show
Paid official, we could shoot this shit fo’ show
Ayy, .. (mobbin’ nigga) versuri-lyrics.info
In New Jersey I be slidin’ on my folks (skrt skrrrt)
Ayy, I’m humble but I came from kickin’ door
So please don’t make the Zoo step out his zone (12 hundred)
Don’t make me pull up with the stick, make it hit (goddamn)
Yeah, seen yo’ b*tch on the ‘Gram, so I hit (goddamn)
Yeah, said she never had a man that was rich (goddamn)
Yeah, you should’ve told yo’ hoe to make it clap (goddamn)
Yeah, these niggas got me f*cked up I swear (f*cked up I swear)
Yeah, a nigga might get f*cked up this year (get f*cked up this year)
Yeah, nigga come down right, f*ck a b*tch (f*ck a b*tch)
Yeah, niggas in they feelings, so they sick (so they sick)
Yeah, I’m still collecting .. (money)
Still getting .. (money)
.. (money)

A song that I .. still went platinum (a million)
This is not a joke, I’m just askin’ (Zoovier)
Lawyers waitin’ in Dubai you could ask them (gang)
Still sellin’ overseas triple platinum (gang)
And hoes get on they knees when I pass them
Yeah, I’m don’t spend it three ways I just cash them
Yeah, run it like a relay I’ma pass them
Yeah, that’s a million on my neck if you ask me
Boolin’ on the jet with the cash in (Zoovie, zoovie)
Yeah, run up on me if you think I’m captain
Yeah, always got my chain come and snatch it
Yeah, and I’m really up the chain I be snappin’
Yeah, and I just hope you know I’m really with the shits
I put you ..
I’m from New Jersey that’s my word (gang gang)
We known for puttin’ niggas on the news (gang gang)
We known for takin’ out them niggas jewels (12 hundred)
We known for breakin’ all the f*ckin’ rules (12 hundred)
And you from .. lookin’ for a tool (lil’ b*tch)
.. you ain’t .. (you ain’t ..)
If you keep on reaching boy you ..
Gang, gang, gang ,ganggg.
Fetty Wap lyrics
Video stick

Kanye West – Ass Shots Lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West]
I don’t know why niggas tripping on a nigga
For clippers, I hate you niggas too
But I’m black and Mexican, we gon’ change that, haha
I hate you niggas too!

[Hook: Kanye West]
If you ain’t had good pussy, nigga, try some
Your girl ain’t got no ass, she need to buy one
Out west, Southwest, where you fly from
New Jersey, Teterboro where I fly from
You ain’t got no Ghost, you need to drive one
That bitch is so broke, try to find some
And she ain’t got no money, tryna find some
I swear these bitches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
I swear these bitches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
You still owe me money, nigga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Got a bad bitch at build-a-body
Get a bad bitch and build a body
When your pop, the slim nigga shady
When your pop was Slim, I was Baby
I came for them chips like I’m K.D
Came for them bricks like I’m Maisie
We hit up the trap which is booming
Hustle, French John Newman
Fuck making the move, we the movie
Fuck the whole group, I’m a groupie
All that money rolling through the lobby
VVS is dripping off my body
You can do what you want when you got it
Go get a bitch and then build her body
They wanted Versace Milan
We do what we want and then copy
Smack a Roley on my arm
Skrrr, middle fingers to the feds
Put a hundred dollars on your head
Price of life hit you
And all my dawgs gotta eat
And all the money get divided
Snipe game be the wildest
Get a bad bitch, build her body
Get a bad bitch, build her body, haan

[Hook: Kanye West]
If you ain’t had good pussy, nigga, try some
Your girl ain’t got no ass, she need to buy one
Out west, Southwest, where you fly from
New Jersey, Teterboro where I fly from
You ain’t got no Ghost, you need to drive one
That bitch is so broke, try to find some
And she ain’t got no money, tryna find some
I swear these bitches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
I swear these bitches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
You still owe me money, nigga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
Harlem to the death, I’mma forever front
A problem with the kid is what you never want
That’s what you want, I had my niggas waiting for you
Like you sitting at a table in a restaurant
Slice you like pizza, I keep six in the squeezer
My jewelry is nice, dressing is iced
It’s how you can sit in the freezer
Keep my dick in the diva, word, no problem licking it either
Baby girl could be a believer, we could just kick it like FIFA
All the women heavy like pallbearer
That Henney got that cake like Carvel
Carvel, me, I’mma die
Inside the pussy, man, I know just how Lamar felt
My bitch sit on me flat without no tummy tuck
She no stripper but all she do is pick money up
Five-o called me over, word to my homie, I ain’t tell ’em shit
He seemed aggy, so all I did was tell him this

[Hook: Kanye West]
If you ain’t had good pussy, nigga, try some
Your girl ain’t got no ass, she need to buy one
Out west, Southwest, where you fly from
New Jersey, Teterboro where I fly from
You ain’t got no Ghost, you need to drive one
That bitch is so broke, try to find some
And she ain’t got no money, tryna find some
I swear these bitches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
I swear these bitches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
You still owe me money, nigga, yeah, yeah

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for?
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Where’s all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot
[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three’s company, how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin’, guess who orderin’ ’em
I’m pointin’ at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
I mean, the money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot my answer is “why the fuck not?”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods out there fuckin’ with cops
Know they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s Joe

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for?
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Where’s all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three’s company, how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin’, guess who orderin’ ’em
I’m pointin’ at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
I mean, the money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot my answer is "why the fuck not?"
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods out there fuckin’ with cops
Know they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s Joe

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me
Some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is most popular
But I just booked my next nine months
Ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, (Baby)
Two bitches three’s company how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this yac trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottoms, come and get a order, and now
They brought in the room, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed in the great words of Buckshot, my answer is “why the fuck not”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Right down to the crooked business, thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods, out there fuckin’ with cops
No they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s joe