Master P

P.’s personal side has always touched me. P. hasn’t change one bit in the game since we met. P. is basically stable. How many people can say that?

Back when No-Limit was hot, No-Limit was all you saw on screen in P.’s videos. As much as I liked P., I still found myself gagging on No-Limit. So I offered him my advice. P. has never disrespected me during our many personal conversations.

During the No-Limit days I admired P.’s lawyer, Edwin Hawkins. I enjoyed Edwin’s intellectual side, his actions, style and grace. Together Edwin and P. developed a camp built on unity. P.’s brothers are just as sweet as P. How many of us can say that about a lot of basketball players? P.’s family, along with his staff and reps, were as cordial as P. P.’s bodyguards likewise.

I care less what the world thinks about P. Miller, Master P., how he dances, how he raps, or how he chills. To me P.’s proven to be not only a wealthy man, but also a gentleman. His donation to the needy is in the millions. P. was one of America’s 40 richest under 40, ranked no. 28 of the top 40, earning $361 million. Forbes’ annual list of the richest entertainers in one given year was P. earning $56.5 million. It just goes to show how good the 90’s were for P. Like many in the game P. has had some charges brought against him over the years. I don’t bother speculating about any drama that seems to surround hip-hop, cause I’m well aware how situations get messed up.

Lastly, Master P. is the only rapper who takes me under his coat for private talks, gives me a kiss goodbye, and whom I challenge to rap.

Kiss is Still Around!

It’s impossible to explain how it feels to be standing next to an aged super star listening to him talk. Even more impossible when you see a young lady walk towards us and he reaches out with his tongue and lick up and down on her cleavage. What appeared to be an exquisite young lady was a far cry from that.

She offered her cleavage to his massive tongue and he got right into the act. The men standing around us yelled, Kiss-um. And believe it or not when the yelling stopped, the young lady finally asked, "who the hell was that."

EMINEM

To date, Eminem (a.k.a. Slim Shady, Shady) hasn’t trucked passed the places I been trucking. Nor for that matter, has Dr. Dre. However, in 1999, I fell head over heels with this lad’s talent. By 2003, Shady’s clothing line broke floor space at the Magic Show. Thinking the moment had finally arrived, I’d get to chill’ wit Eminem face to face. Here it is 2009, and I’m still waiting. Many of Eminem’s staff I knew from other lines they had worked.

The staff handed me ONE of Shady’s tee’s. Of course with six grandsons who back Eminem, ONE tee shirt may as well be none. I admired Eminem right out the gate. Unlike most parents and grandparents, I appreciated Eminem’s talent. I thought how clever of Eminem to spit truth about his sh*tty life and his feelings about a messed up society. Till Eminem came along I hadn’t heard any artist gut wrench their parent publicly, in such a fashion as he.

My children, my relations, and my friends, thought I had lost my mind. Red light to red light while driving, I’d be bouncing behind the wheel with my stereo cranked rappin’, “Please Stand Up”. People would look over at me as if I was crazy. Eminem’s rhymes made sense to me.

When the movie “8 Mile” hit the box office, I went to see it three times. Listening to Eminem’s music helped me win popularity among young adults. It enabled me to understand where children of today are coming from. It served as a way for me to talk with children rather than at them. It also proved to my grandchildren that I didn’t have a generation gap. Three cheers to Eminem.