Fight Ends Odd Future Show in Detroit

Detriot got a litte out of control as they start throwing bottles at the Odd Future during last night’s show. A bottle got close to hitting  DJ Syd The Kid which ending the performance. Later on, Syd gave an update on her condition via Twitter.
Thanks everyone. im not hurt. and we dont hate Detroit. Just the bitch-made niggas who wanted our attention last night. niggas got vaginas out here man…

1. we never called ourselves “punk”, so throwing glass bottles at us during our show? nah ah. no excuse. 2. niggas spit violent lyrics so they dont have to act them out. we only fuck with mosh pits. 3. if the nigga was throwing aluminum cans or plastic bottles, this would not be an issue.

I’m not risking my face for no concert. when hard objects start flying at my face, thats my cue to leave. its not a fear/anger thing. we dont blame detroit. i had fun otherwise.

*2. mosh pits are started by choice IN THE AUDIENCE. not on stage. niggas know to expect those already. Plus, we warned that nigga after the 1st bottle hit my table. no excuses. idgaf. he’s lame. Thanks to those Detroit niggas who still fuck with us and understand why we had to cut the show short.

Props: RR

Common Performs At The White House

There’s been a lot of talk about Common performing at the White House. Shut the **** UP HATERS!!! You see he still did. Above, is some footage from the event where Common performed a spoken word poem with in celebration of American poetry.

 
[Jon’s Note: Lyrics after the jump.]
 
I woke up with the sunshine
A sunshine I had never seen
There was light at the end of it
Reminded me to forever dream
I was dreaming I walked into the White House
With love on my sleeve
And love for each and every one of you
Reminding you to believe
These are the words of a believer, achiever
Leader of the globe
feed the souls of those in need
I bleed the blood of the struggle
Walking over troubled puddles
The hustle is in my chest
No hustle no progress
Extremities of life in this process
The birth of a son
The death of another
With love I caress both mothers
And told ‘em whose in control is the one that’s above is
I walk where money talks and love stutters
The body language of a nation
Going though changes
The young become dangerous
Spent into anger
Anger gets sent through the chamber
It’s tough when your own look like strangers

We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers

If he could how would Ernie Barnes paint us?
Look at the picture
It’s hard not to blame us
But time forgives in the shy where the young die often
Do they end up in a coffin because we haven’t taught them?
Is it what we talkin’, we really ain’t walking
Dudes, hustlers, paid
How much did it cost them?
I find myself on the same corner that we lost them
Real talkin’ in their ear like a walkman
My thoughts been around the corner to the world
So when I see them I see my baby girl
The Lord lives among us
The youngest hunger, recover
Means to get it by anyways necessary under pressure
Children feeling lesser with the spill upon the dresser
Killer, willer aggressors
Destiny’s children, survivors, soldiers
In front of buildings their eyes look older
It’s hard to see blessings in a violent culture
Face against rappings
Sirens holsters – that ‘aint the way that Langston Hughes wrote us
So controllers on the shoulders of Moses
And Noah
We go from being Precious to Oprah
Cultivated to overcome
Ever since we came over
Seize the day in the way that you can see the determined
The soul that keeps burning. Shorty’s know to keep learning
Lessons in my life are like stripes that we earning
I took Grant’s advice that Christ is returning

Like a thief in the night

I write for beacons of light
For those of us in dark alleys and park valleys
Street hits spark valleys of the conscience
Conquerors of a contest
Even the unseen know that God watches
For one King’s dream he was able to Barack us
One King’s dream he was able to Barack us
One King’s dream he was able to Barack us

More Updates In M-Bone’s (Cali Swag District) Murder

TMZ spoke to C Smoove and Jay Are on Monday. Click the picture for the video.
TMZ actually did get in touch with his girlfriend, apparently…
M-Bone’s girlfriend — who lived with him for more than a year — says a man living in their apartment complex was obsessed with the rapid rise of Cali Swag, and overtly hostile to M-Bone — aka, Mante Talbert.
The girlfriend — who is scared and does not want her name used — confirms M-Bone was in a Twitter war with the jealous man, which we previously reported. We’re told the jealous man made threats of violence.
The girlfriend tells us … on Sunday … she picked M-Bone up at the airport at 12:15PM and took him back to their apartment. Later that night, at around 10PM, M-Bone took her car and said he was going to the studio to record.
She tells us soon after she got a call from another member of Cali Swag with the devastating news her boyfriend had been shot.
As we first reported, the gunman fired shots as M-Bone stood near his girlfriend’s car which was parked outside an Inglewood, CA liquor store. The shooter drove a short distance, then made a U-turn and came back, presumably to see if he had hit his target.
Inglewood Police are currently investigating the shooting — so far no arrests have been made.