I.S. Presents: A Review in Music - The Great Debater

What's up world, me and Q here at I.S. really don't post or critique music on here because, well, because we really don't half ass and sugar coat shit. Most sites, magazines, etc. give their "well it's a good listen" instead of saying "this shit is weak; muhfucka just threw songs in a lotto machine, picked 15, then put it on the album." Even that, they only give you their review after one listen. How the fuck can you really give a review if you didn't even soak in the album yet.

But my NY connect Q Dub came up with an idea: since he listens to a lot of new shit out, he pass me those tunes, I blast that in my 15" Costco subs, then after a week or so, I give my real, un-apologetic, truest review yet. Whether good or bad, I'm only giving my opinion and my opinion is all you need to worry about. Because I'm not one to hold my tongue, or pen, for that matter.



The first batch of music he sends me comes from this cat named Skyzoo and he got th----first off the fuck is a Skyzoo??! *sends text* That's my word Q, if this shit is whack and he sound like OJ Da Juuman there will be words.

Q Dub: Just listen to the shit and get back to me. He fucks wit 9th Wonder and those NC cats.

Me: Oh word? Little Brother and them. Indeed, I'll let's try this out.

So, yeah. This tape he gave me is called The Great Debater and let's hopes my ears don't bleed blue blood.

 

The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Kiss me, feel the fireworks, watch the sky/I make you smile, but you’d rather have what makes you cry.

-Tupac Shakur (Jon B ‘Are You Still Down’)

Disclaimer: I’m not even supposed to be writing about this shit. Snugg and Q Double, this is more of their thing. There are plenty of dumb things out there happening right now that I, Q. Busy, could be ridiculing, satirizing or making fun of. But instead I’m here. Writing ANOTHER an article about—of all things—relationships.

To all of our faithful readers, yes, all three of you, I apologize in advance if this comes across as redundantnessousity (word I just made up). But this topic gives us SO fuckin much material that I don’t think it’ll ever tire upon us.

Q Double:

Whatever son, just hurry the hell up. It’s just about time you returned with a proper article. That “Relationships and Gum” shit barely even qualified as a tweet.

Q. Busy:

Fuck off. Tweet deez nigga.

Both:

@IncScribes

So sit back, relax, catch a contact, sip ya Cognac.

I present to you.

The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Making Love vs. Making F*ck

The title of this piece explains it all. There's too many mixed signals when it comes to sex, so here at I.S. we have broken it down so there can be no further argument.

"If you have a deep connection with him then of course its love making," says one woman.

"My dude, come on, I only said all that shit just so I can get the booty. She best know we just fucking, says one man.

The confusion must end!!!!!

…Or…

Keep the confusion going. We love it when the world is in mass hysteria about having sex. It keeps our blood flowing.

Share this list with all friends, co-workers, companions, side pieces, strags, and the local hoodboogers. Because all Adults, Keyword: ADULTS, need to know the real.

So we present to you:

"Making Love vs. Making Fuck"

Wanted!!!!

Incredulous Scribes co-founder and domestic internet terrorist Q. Busy has seemingly been laying low as of late in response to an uproar caused over a string of highly offensive and objectionable articles posted at www.incredulouscribes.com.

[Eyewitness quote] "Some of his earlier stuff was bad enough, but that “6 Ways...” really pissed a lot of housewives and girlfriends off. Last time I seen him, he was fleeing an angry female mob with his bare ass and both middle fingers sticking out of the front passenger window of a souped up white and red Scion."

Other sightings have placed a gentleman who fits the description of Mr. Busy in a section of downtown Charlotte, NC, kicking transsexual men in the nuts. 
A source close to Q. Busy tells us, "Nothing's unusual about that though. He does that shit all the time...[he] thinks it's funny."
Additional theories suggest that the disappearance of Q. Busy may be linked to a group of non-rapping morons which he likely angered in his article, "Outbreak" which lambasted a South Carolina rap group and likened them to a "virus".
"Them dusty ass Negroes was mad at him, B. I heard one of them say, ‘once they collected enough aluminum cans they would have enough gas money to ride up and find him.’"
More on the disappearance of Q. Busy as the story develops.

…But it just doesn’t end there…

Q Double of Incredulous Scribes has received a lot of threats and backlash from many of his articles as well.
His "Guide to Cuddling" has caused quite a stir in the female community, because many their men and/or fuck buddies are not doing their 'cuddling' duties anymore: 
"So my man started reading articles from this site, Credible Scholars, some shit like that. Well, this 10-stroke ass nigga tells me, 'you know that cuddling shit for sucka-ass muhfuckas. Be damned if you make me your cuddle buddy.' Ever since then he don't hold me or give me money for my hair and nails. So I say: FUCK Q DOUBLE!!! [When] I see him, best believe he going to get his due."

The "Public Apology" pissed women off as well. But Q Double is use to women being mad at him, it's as normal to him as Boyz II Men stay losing at getting a girl. 

But it was his "Letter to B.E.T." that now makes his whereabouts unknown. Last we heard B.E.T. sent the Incredulous Scribes a letter stating that "B.E.T. does provide quality programming for the betterment of the black community." 
Pissed off by the "politically correctness" of that statement, 'Q Dub' went off in a tirade last saying "what the fuck!!! These coon-ass muhfuckas just don't get it!!! They need to change some things. Damn it man, we as a whole got to change some things. I'll be back, I’m going for a long walk."
And that's the last we seen them…

         …or is it…

Punkass Jeans

By: Q. Busy, Q Double and Incredulous Scribes affiliate M. Drumline of M. Drumline Productions.

What's wit all the clothes nowadays and all that bullshit on the back of the pants? That shit don't match wit everything and they expect u to pay $70.00+ for that shit only to be able to wear it with a fucked up looking shirt of the same brand once every two or three weeks.

Niggas is getting older and broker nowadays and yet they still go out and spend their entire check on two damn outfits.

TWO.

FFW. FORFUKINWAT?! To lie to everybody else like you're living the life and to "fit in"? Grow up and be an adult, a parent, a mentor. Something that's worth it that shows the world u made a difference to someone. That you're someone worth being: for your kids, for someone less fortunate, for someone without anyone to look up to. Instead of making YOURSELF look less fortunate by trying to show off the latest outfit to better ur popularity.

Stop buying that bullshit.

And take them damn punkass, pussass, sweet ass, uglass jeans off.

-M. Drumline

Blue denim jeans: Quite possibly the most versatile piece of clothing ever created, fit for a man or a woman depending on the cut. You can style them with some wheat-colored Timbs or some nice high heels. Nice with a white tee or a fly ass blazer.

What the FUCK can you wear with your once-respectable jeans with a fuckin TIGER coming out of a DRAGON'S mouth on both of the back pockets?!!!!

The world is a gay place. Getting gayer by the day.
(Not that there's anything wrong with being gay...if YOU'RE GAY!)

Which you probably are.

But still, take them damn punkass, pussass, sweet ass, uglass jeans off.

-Q. Busy

I can wear the same pair of blue jeans for a whole damn week. And they just get better with time. That dragon, cock, baseball bat on the back pocket gets a GTFOHWTSABS!!!!!

And FUCK SKINNY JEANS!!! Grown ass men rockin my side piece's jeans and shit. Ole "lemme get a size 36 but I wear 42" ass nicca. Ole "ayo baby how bout I wear yo jeans tonite" ass nicca.

Now take them damn punkass, pussass, sweet ass, uglass jeans off.

-Q Double

Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail Pt. 2

"Once again back it's the incredible."
-Chuck D. "Bring The Noise"

In our second part of "Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail" we navigate the murky waters of the BP oil spill, provide some insight on workplace relationships and we may or may not find out a bit more of the personal sides of our until-now pretty secretive Incredulous Scribes.

SECOND LETTER

Death Jam

By Q. Busy

"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives." -A. Sachs

Can't eat ribs. That'll kill ya. Can't have raw sex. That'll kill ya. Can't take a quiet stroll on a Summer's night. Some crazy white man will gut you and strangle you with your own intestines and then rape your empty eye sockets.

And then they'll kill ya.

Can't cheat on your man. He'll kill ya. But we gon' all die one day anyway right? Can't smoke. That'll kill ya. Can't drank. That'll kill ya. I mean what the fuck?! This some ole bullshit. Pretty soon stickin a gun to your head and pullin the trigger gon be able to kill you too...

..Wait.

Uh oh, you should've run that yellow light instead of stopping. And now at this next intersection an escaped pack of rhinos is waiting to anally abuse you with their giant erect tusks. Too bad, so sad.

I'm just sayin. Every damn thing can kill you. Anybody...name the most harmless activity you can think of, and I'll tell you how it can kill you. Don't worry, I'll wait.

And that all life is: A laugh here, and a nut there. But all it REALLY is, is a chain of events in which your ass was fortunate to avoid death.

Sure...today it's all good. But tomorrow that nigga that you refused a dance with at the End-of-the-Year 5th grade dance may just pop out of your bushes as you're entering your crib and stab yo ass

.

See what I'm sayin? All that shit matters.

Many people spend such a substantial portion of their lives working a job that they don't like, to afford things that they don't need, to impress people that they can't stand. What a tragic waste of something so special, so finite as the only life you'll ever get. I don't know about you all, but I love ME too much to not pursue all of my goals, passions, and ambitions before my number is called. I encourage you all to do the same.

I guess what I'm ultimately tryna say is: Life wants you dead. And whether you're ready or not, when it's your time to go, it's your time to go.

But life doesn't always hafta win, you could always just kill yo'self.

Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail Pt. 1

“Up in this bitch I’m what you might consider, an authority figure. Y’know everybody gotta get my help or ask my advice, like, on all kindsa shit.” –Avon Barksdale, ‘The Wire’ Season Five, Episode Two

Here at I.S. we receive lots and lots of fan mail commending us for our thankless efforts to educate and entertain the masses. And by “lots and lots” we mean, ‘not much at all’. Just a lot of death threats from: scorned ex-lovers, MySpace studio gangsters, and just plain ignant muhfuckas.

Still, with what we do receive, there are some gems to be found...and then there’s these. So without further ado, we present to you:

“Q. BUSY ANSWERS VIEWER MAIL”

P.S. Why is it ‘Viewer’ mail and not ‘Reader’ mail, you ask? Because you touch yourself at night that’s why. Besides...I call it what the hell I want to. Kill yo damn self.

And now, on with the show...

Jackmoves and the Beanstalk

By: Q. Busy


Fool what you want? We stiflin' them fools/Fool what you want? Your life or your jewels? -Lil Fame of M.O.P, "Ante Up"

Beware the media you consume. Hidden agendas and veiled messages run rampant throughout all avenues and facets of television, theatre, film, music and literature. Even your commercial breaks. What’s more alarming is that this covert propaganda is nothing new. Like pimping, it’s been going on since the beginning of time. And it’s gonna continue straight ahead until somebody out there turns the lights off on this small planet.

Can you dig it?

Some of these messages are harmless, comedic even. Like Scar from “The Lion King” being a subtle caricature of soul singer, Nick Ashford, of Ashford and Simpson. Others have more serious, tragic undertones like the Mother Goose nursery rhyme, “Hey Diddle Diddle,”—a commentary on being faithful to your partner. Everybody knows at the end how the dish runs away with the spoon. Yet read between the lines and you’ll see that the dish and spoon were ill-fated undercover lovers that were fleeing for their lives and brutally murdered half a mile down the highway after being discovered by the dish’s husband, "KNIFE".