The Genius of Hot Tub Time Machine

At first glance, the title of this post appears to be a poor attempt at an oxymoron, and maybe it is. How could a low-brow comedy with a name like Hot Tub Time Machine possess anything close to creative genius? Well, judging by its appearance on three screens at the local cinema, and it still selling out every show last night, the creative forces behind it must have some type of insight. The brilliance in the film doesn't come from the deadpan stylings of Craig Robinson or the charming vulgarity of Rob Corddry, although both more than hold their own. It comes from the movie's unwavering simplicity and complete lack of self-awareness.



It's safe to say that we are in the midst of a high-water mark in our culture's popular entertainment. At a time when other forms of media are dying or predicted to die at the undiscriminating hand of the internet, the television and motion picture industries are pleasing both fan and critic alike at a level not seen in 30 years.



There's a common thread that ties these new hit series and films together: these pieces purposefully create an intricate world, explaining away any doubts the viewer may have, and demanding the viewer be actively involved. Investigatory crime dramas dominate the weekly broadcast ratings. NCIS is consistently the number one show on television. The entertainment these shows provide is derived entirely from the viewer's implicit participation in the drama. The audience wants to figure out who the killer is, they want to do it before the heroes on the screen do, they want to save the day. These shows are very different from the standard Law & Order that peaked in the 1990's. An emphasis is now placed on the science and logic behind the pursuit of a suspect, rather than "gut" or the gritty experience of the protagonists. There are now ten dramas of this type on network television, and more are added every Fall season. CBS has gone so far as to base an entire series on the premise that a non-cop solves cases in The Mentalist, mirroring and enhancing the experience of the audience. The wrongdoers can never be discovered because they "looked good for it," or "something was off" with their story in the protagonists' estimation. Rather, every detail of their dastardly deed must be accounted for. However, the puzzle is never fully understood until some sort of cathartic exhortation is made by the guilty party, giving the protagonist and the viewer the security that at last, everything is accounted for.


Nowhere is this more evident than in the hit ABC series Lost. I will spare the exhaustive technical explanations provided for how the fantastic realm functions in the world of Lost, just know that they exist and are very very detailed. Lost is a show who's whole appeal is that it will explain the functionality and logic behind the mysterious happenings of the series. Characters die, then come back to life, but some don't! People travel threw time, new characters mysteriously appear as if out of thin air, there's time travel, there's alternate planes of existence. These plot points all seem rather extraordinary, you might enjoy Lost if you like that feeling. Oh...wait...no you won't, because the people behind the series need to jam down every arcane explanation of time travel and multi-dimensional theory as they can. The ridiculousness of this is of course that they are attempting to reduce the doubts of the viewer by resorting to the two most illogical/complex threads of science fiction and theoretical physics. It's as if they realize that they cannot provide a logical basis for the tale that they have woven, and are so uncomfortable with it, that they have intentionally cast a cloud of confusion over their audience. The better that they know not the real terrible secret of the island: that Lost is in fact a science fiction series.


Why this obsession with logic and explanation? A neurosis about the use of poetic license is pervasive in today's Hollywood. To the uninitiated, poetic license is that bit of room that we the audience give a storyteller or performer to allow them to be free of constraints so that they may tell a better story. Yes, we all know that conventional space travel is not possible at speeds higher than or even approaching light, but we let George Lucas get away with it because Star Wars would be pretty boring if it took half of the movie to travel from one planet to the next. It would also be a lot less cool or fun without that magical bit of the fantastic. The dreammakers in the media, but especially those behind Lost, have fetishized a lack of poetic license, as if the audience is "too smart for that." Poetic license has nothing to do with intelligence, it is much more a matter of faith or credit. Imagine a driver in the city. He stops every car he passes to present his operator's license from the RMV, along with the original of his licensing exam (marked, of course), and his insurance record. Society would come to a halt around him, and driving in that locale would be a lot less free or enjoyable. That's what Hollywood is doing to us. It's forcing us to study in order to enjoy a television show, it's infecting us with the germ of that neurosis.


I can laugh at The Big Bang Theory without knowing that every equation on the assorted blackboards and whiteboards that populate the characters' environments are balanced and are real-life theoretical physics statements. It's not important to me. It is, however, important for the writers and producers and directors of the series to make me know this, as they mention it in every interview or review. They could produce the series for a lot less work and a lot less money if they didn't employ a science czar for the production.


Hot Tub Time Machine is genius because it understands that you don't have to bat the audience over the head with obscure philosophical treatises or a text in theoretical physics to buy into a story and enjoy it. If the film has an explanation for the time travel aspect of the plot, it is that a mischievous squirrel knocked over a Russian energy drink into a hot tub's electronic controls. That is a lot funnier and simpler to get than anything the previous series have done, and it makes the film a lot less tedious and a lot more interesting. Consumers don't want to pass an exam before they watch the next episode of Lost or NCIS or any entertainment-they want to be lost in it.

Album Review: Legal Drug Money (1996)

Once upon a time in the Southeastern region of Queens, New York, boyz were lost. More than a generation removed from a movement filled with symbolic marches and heartfelt speeches, these boyz took the to the streets of their disappointingly unchanged communities—Francis Lewis and Guy R. Brewer, Springfield and Farmers. Fueled by anger, hungry and ignored, they desperately painted their neighborhood with reds and blues and blacks and greens, paisleys and graffiti.
This mural, painted by adept young Afro-Caribbean artisans, exploded out from the intersection of Parsons and Archer to the edges of the Cross Island and the Belt. The images depicted were of violence, crime, sexuality, pain, horror, salvation, spirituality; all interwoven into an aesthetic representing that richly convoluted tapestry of being a economically troubled minority and therefore lost in American society of the nineties.
In 1996, Spigg Nice, Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Tah and Pretty Lou stood tall on top of a soapbox of tape cassettes stacked high on 165th street and Jamaica, on top of WQHT Hot 97.1’s pervasively urban broadcast strength, on top of an American music culture that’d recently embraced hip-hop as a commercially viable product, and together they represented the Lost Boyz by eloquently narrating the mural they’d been embedded within.
Legal Drug Money is often overlooked in the best-of rankings and listings of the casual hip-hop observer. I emphatically wish to argue that this is simply because instead of being most influential, the Lost Boyz were impeccably influenced. Instead of being timeless, Legal Drug Money is excruciatingly 1996 Jamaica, Queens, NY. But importantly, in being so Legal Drug Money expounds upon a narrative of similarly lost peoples of the past, and likewise foreshadows the sentiment of communities that in too many ways remain lost in the decades that follow.
In just under 71 minutes, these four Boyz inspire, educate and meticulously chronicle the lifestyles of those who seek to be rich, albeit shamelessly. Even going as far as to rebuke Mark Wahlberg and those like him who seek to emulate and imitate the stylings of the community that births Lost Boyz:
Some whites talk peace
But they ain't ready for the planet
Marky Mark (Oh, the nineties) be talkin that slang
But he don't even understand it…
[Track 13, Channel Zero]
But in vice and in virtue, in commercialism and in controversy, in stark misogyny and in heart wrenching odes to loves lost, in desperate lifestyle sustaining criminal activity and in prominent recreational drug use, the lyricism and production quality never wavers from its gritty on-point delivery dynamic. Each track carefully balances on an artful tightrope between the angry rebelliousness of the NWA and the conscious optimism of Tribe Called Quest. Just like the hyper-energized chants of Freaky Tah backgrounding almost every song, many find it difficult to digest the content of this album because it’s the party soundtrack…after the kegs been tapped and the cops have started with the citations and handcuffs. I invite all 20,000 of my brothers then to have another helping, or feast for the first time to the sounds of LB’s finest up in 'dis piece.

And Life... It goes...

I figured for my big come back, I'd share something my old and dear friend Tracy once told me that I feel everyone needs to hear sometimes:

May 27, 2004 - 12:19 PM

Listen Up

The more I talk to people online, the more I realize we’re all very similar.

Even though we are all very different.

In some cases…VERY different.

And somehow that makes me feel even that much more closer to you strangers.

This has been a weird week for many different reasons.

I’m not going to go into them.

What I do want to say is…

You…over there….I am talking to You now.

And by “You”, I not only mean You…who thinks I mean them…but I’m also talking to the You that thinks I’m not talking about them.

You might not know who You are. But it is You.

If you are now looking at your screen, mouthing the word, “Me?” with a thumb pointing at your chest….then yes, I mean You.

You are fucking amazing. You know this. Stop not knowing this.

See all those people that love You? Do You think they are awesome? Do You respect them mostly? Do they have genuinely nice traits that make them decent human beings?

If You answered yes to any of those questions…then here’s the second part:

Do You think those people we just talked about would think so much of You if You sucked? If You were a raging fuck? If You were blacked out and rotten on the inside?

No. They wouldn’t.

Therefore, You are not sucky or a raging fuck, or blacked out and rotten on the inside.

You are beautiful.

All over.

It’s hard to own that sometimes. We are supposed to be humble and struggling and low self esteem and not see who we truly are………who we are to everyone else but ourselves.

How ironic is that?!

But You need to do this. Cuz it bothers me…dare I say hurts me…that You, in all of Your wonderfulness, struggles with this knowingness about Your insides that we all can see but You.

No, You are not perfect. Nobody is. But that small sprinkling of imperfections is something we all have. It is not the totality of what we are. It does not cancel out the greatness that is You.

Because Your greatness outweighs those commonplace imperfections by the weight of 4000 cruise ships.

The imperfections put us all on a level playing field. It’s the Asshole Evil Skankiness vs. the Good, Joyful, Always Trying, Greatness at that point…on the level playing field.

That’s where You have them beat.

Please know this.

Just try.

Cuz I’m sick of all of You Great People saying the same thing. You are beautiful. Just own it.

It will make me feel better.

Thanks.

We're back on. Expect a little something from Wes and Dre later.

Good to see you all, by the way. Have you been working out? You look good.

The Gangs All Here : )

Album Review: Team Scene - Earth Girls Are Easy

Often we throw around the ascription of /musical genius/ callously. The phrase has become meaningless and impotent as a critique of sound and melody and technique. However, I argue here before you 20,000 that a group of immensely talented lyrical artists have emerged to reclaim the title from all those less deserving (“Really my niggas? Mozart?! Have you heard the Magic Flute? I’ll come at him with my see-through gat early!”—from an undocumented Nako interview.)
With a track listing that reads more like T.S. Elliot, *Team Scene*’s debut venture into the wasteland of contemporary popular music, “*Earth Girls Are Easy*,” explores the complete inventory of human experience with lyrical brilliance and refreshingly emotional sincerity. It refuses to acknowledge the proverbial death of hip-hop and asks us to party with its specter, or deeply converse with its ghost.
You sympathize when Chase Love’s southern drawl narrates a maternal elegy. You understand the importance of style when Nako rhymes of a lavish fashionista lifestyle. When B Nyce weaves obscure metaphors into innuendo, sexual arousal and hunger become indistinguishable…in a good way. And the album showcases several other artists that contribute in substantial ways vocally and creatively.
Nostalgic of hip-hop of old, we haven’t heard this quality of song formulation since Only Built 4 Cuban Linx in the summer of 1995. But in 2009, this ensemble of talented young musicians embeds a certain futuristic lyrical element within each verse. Simultaneously abstract yet blunt imagery such as “black and white guts looking like a Rorschach” allow Team Scene to construct a surrealist soundscape far ahead of its time. In fact, I must advise readers to listen to this album today but understand that it may be 2012 when you can understand content of these records....

I'll leave it up to you to give this album the 40,000 thumbs up it deserves

Rap Fans: It's ok to hate things

My fellow Hip-Hop heads have me on the edge of insanity, why is it that every time some one doesn't like an artist they are given the dreaded title of a "hater"? That I don't understand, no fans of any other genre will use that term or any other term insinuating the same thing. They can easily disagree with each other and just chalk it up to having tastes.

Example: I was chillin with a few of my friends who aren't into rap at all just laxin' and some how Team Sleep came up. One of my friends didn't like them and the other LOVED them. A debate ensued and basically ended up with the two saying they had different tastes, because quite frankly Team Sleep isn't for every one.

That leads me into my personal experience with being labeled a hater. Just yesterday I marathoned like 2-3 mixtapes by Drake. I wasn't impressed. Do I think he could potentially sell millions with the right promotion behind him? Yes but he's not the savior of rap that the internet is chalking him up to be. Dude is like a male Lauryn Hill with less versatile lyricism, and weak hooks I wasn't feeling him- but maybe hes that kind of an artist that you need to let grow on you who knows. My homegirl had a facebook status with a quote from his latest mixtape and I basically was like "I'm not really feeling Drake like that the internet overrated him." I get hit with the "hi hater". Maino definetley started some shit. When I read that I basically had a nostalgic flashback of all the times I've heard the word hater in my life and lead me to this rant.

I didn't like the dudes music- am I wishing he gets hit by a bus? Am I wishing that all the bad things in the world happen to him and only him? I'm not even calling him a transgendered Canadian soap opera actor. I hope he gets all the success in the world- I'm just not a fan. It's ok to hate things rap fans, what can I say? I hate things that I hate- it's ok to not like everything. While I'm saying that I don't like the word hater, that doesn't mean that haters dont exist. People that just hate everything the artist puts out regardless of the quality, but becareful when throwing around the term hater.

There are haters, and then there are people with different tastes.

Edo Tensei Bitches

Yes, we have returned from the dead better than ever. I'm gonna try and come thru with more original content for the blog, and just go in. Look forward to it.

not yet but almost...

The return is coming. Don't worry.

(let the suspense build for a second)

a little bit of this is being made...

There's 20,000 of us simply ignoring the recession.

Put On Remix

*Props to ivan1087 from bx

Listen/Download Here

How you gonna rip it like this son?!

Sex Coaches

Too many quoteables- I too have been a victim of the "whip it out" strategy back firing.

For Immortal Technique..I put on a backpack

1. Death March
2. That's what it is
3. Golpe Estado
4. Harlem Renaissance
5. Lick Shots
6. Apocrypha
7. The 3rd World
8. Hollywood Drive by
9. Reverse Pimpology
10. Open your Eyes
11. The pay back
12. Adios, Uncle Tom (skit)
13. Stronghold grip
14. Mistakes
15. Out on Parole
16. Crimes from the heart (hidden track Rebel Arms)


http://www.mediafire.com/?qbvgmtzfizv

I been bumpin this all week if you're into hardcore hip-hop or the underground scene I suggest you give it a listen. I wouldn't guide our readers in the wrong direction.

48 Days...

It's that time of year again, the only two weeks of the year where absolutely nothing happens in the world of professional football. The perfect time for EA Sports to start teasing America's football fanatics with screenshots and promised upgrades of the new edition of it's Madden Football game.





One of EA's teasers that always seems to captivate people is the players' ratings:

http://sports.espn.go.com/videogames/news/story?id=3450647

Only one player has ever received a 100 rating in any category: Devin Hester, Speed, Madden 08. It's what every heap of polygons in the game aspire to have. This year, EA has let the genie out of the bottle, so to speak, and given an additional 7 players 100 stat ratings. Most Make sense, like Peyton Manning's Field Awareness, or Randy Moss's Jumping ability. One member of the 100 Club, however, seems out of place, and shows a little bit of what's wrong with how EA changes the game from season to season

Wayne Hunter, backup Right Tackle on the New York Jets, has a Morale rating of 100. Who is Wayne Hunter? Well, it took me a little while to figure that out, too. Mr. Hunter was drafted out of Hawaii by the Seahawks in the third round of the 2003 NFL Draft. Since then, he has been on 3 teams, and appeared in just as few games in 5 years. Those aren't starts, those are appearances! He could have been in there for five seconds. He sat out all of the 2007 season. There are numerous players ahead of him on the Jets depth chart.





WHAT THE FUCK?!





How does he receive a 90 rating, let alone 100, in anything? I mean, I guess he is getting payed a couple hundred thousand dollars for having done absolutely nothing in his career, but still. On top of that, the player with the worst overall rating, Bills OT Demetrius Bell with a whopping 54 overall, has a 95 morale rating. Don't you usually feel down when you suck that bad?

The only thing that consoles me is the idea that EA realizes Morale does next to nothing in the game, and they made it so ridiculous this year so that next season they can claim that they fixed the morale stat as one of their yearly upgrades, so that it looks like something is different with the game other than updated rosters.

This got me thinking: what are some other bullshit categories EA could fall over themselves to give 100 ratings in?

Getting Away With Murder (Literally)
Leonard Little, DE, Rams

When you get away with killing an innocent women while your drunk-driving your rookie season, you attribute it to luck. When you get arrested again and fail three breathalyzer tests, it's a skill. Give this man a 100!

Party Shot Creativity
Matt Leinart, QB, Cardinals

Playing two-hand touch with hot under aged girls in your hot tub just isn't as fun as it used to be. And let's face it, The Game killed the whole downing a bottle of liquor thing. What's a man-boy to do? How about have your shirtless friend hold a Grey Goose bottle at his crotch while you suck it down? I haven't seen such homoerotic partying since the "Baby Bird" shot in the pilot for Gay Robot. Put another 100 on the board!


Everyday Is Halloween
Adalius Thomas, LB, Patriots


If you've watched Monday Night Football the past two seasons, you might have noticed a player rocking sunglasses in his intro. That's Adalius Thomas. He got into a car accident as a teenager and has a scar the size of my hand across the middle of his face. Adalius, you just stole millions of dollars from the Patriots, you can afford a little cosmetic surgery. You're not Harry Potter, you're not Corey Hart and this is not 1986.


Bottle Popping aka Making Stupid Decisions At Clubs
Javon Walker, WR, Oakland


Javon Walker's best friend and teammate, Darrent Williams, died in his arms (allegedly) in retaliation for getting into a champagne-spraying contest with gang members in a Denver bar. Walker keeps a shirt stained with Williams blood in his closet to remind him of the incident, and the consequences of one's actions. So what does Javon do in Las Vegas? Get into a champagne spraying fight that (allegedly) went wrong with Floyd Mayweather's crew. The way his career is going, Javon might have been smarter to save those bottles to pay his medical bills when he inevitably hurts his knee doing something stupid again. If there was a score above 100, I'd have to give it to him.

My type of ad!

Just the image alone was enough to get my attention but what comes after is icing on the cake. Hilarious and clever.

P.S. 20KBlog and its affiliates do not condone the usage of Wonder Bras as it is seen as a form of false advertisement.

1,005,045 Records Sold in 1 Week...

On one hand I'm astonished and baffled by the numbers. Who buys this shit? On the other hand, I have to say bravo to Weezy because he told us he'd do it, I laughed, we all laughed, and he proved us wrong. Gold in a day, plat in a week. Astounding. This does prove hip-hop is still a viable musical outlet and can only be good for urban music as a whole.

Anyways, here's a vid of the snake-haired drug-addict himself, thanking everyone for buying his album.



And here's a freestyle he laid over his A Millie beat, doing the same. Enjoy:

A Millie freestyle for fans

I'm voting Republican

*This post does not represent the views of all 20k money making bloggers on the corner.

Miley Cyrus digs a hole..and buries herself

So about a month ago I posted the ACDC dance vid response to Miley Cyrus' dance crew. Well after a while of gathering up C-list actors and other miscellaneous heads shes back with her response to the napalm bomb.



I'm predicting ether after this from ACDC after this weak sauce. Emmanuelle Chiriqui is way too sexy to be in this video- shame her soul is going to have to burn slow.

Karl Rove: The Tragic Gangster

Michael Corleone, Frank White, Karl Rove?

While the 20,000 money-making brothers are too large a movement to have any one political agenda, we do consider a contemporary politico our patron saint. That man is Karl Rove. Why MC Rove? It’s because he has the audacity to say “Yeh, I’m a douchebag? AND What?” He dropped out of college and hustled his way to a posh office outside the Oval Office, a move that could only be made by a calculating man with swagger to spare.

We’ve been talking about Fox News a lot lately, and the other day I was flipping channels and caught Karl Rove on the Fox News set. This is a major coup for Fox. To snag THE election strategist of his generation away from the rich coffers of lobbying groups and political action committees is nothing short of a miracle. However, what is a giant gain for FNC is indicative of something much sadder for Rove: The reason he didn’t take any of those lucrative, cushy lobbying jobs is because, quite simply, nobody offered them to him.

There was an article in The Atlantic several months ago detailing one author’s view of why Rove failed so miserably as a political advisor to President Bush. As I think about the (lack of) actions by the Bush administration, Rove’s tenure plays out something like the plot of a gangster film. More specifically, I am referring to the archetypal downfall of the anti-hero the movie follows. Almost without exception, the main character of these films overcomes humble or unlikely beginnings, rises rapidly in the ranks, and establishes a criminal empire. However, the protagonist has some sort of bigger, perhaps even nobler, dream, the pursuit of which is thwarted by some combination of personal flaw and outside forces. At the end, they lose something dear to them as the toll of their failed journey.

In The Godfather series, Michael’s need for revenge and his inability to be accepted by polite society sours his plan of becoming a legitimate businessman, ending with the loss of his family. Tony Montana’s arrogance and overzealous ambition get the best of him in Scarface. Ace’s naiveté force him out of the drug game in Paid In Full. Last but not least, Frank White is incapable of escaping the past, and is rebuffed by New York, the city he so loved. Karl Rove borrowed from all of these characters’ failures, and in return, will ultimately be lost to history.

After the 2002 and 2004 election years, it looked like Karl Rove might indeed have an extended cameo in American history textbooks. Rove openly called them realignment elections. A realignment election is the rarest occurrence in American electoral politics. It happens maybe every 40 years, if that. They are momentous events that shift party allegiance, power, and transform the country. 2004 especially, in which he tapped into a pool of voters who hadn’t cast a ballot in decades (if ever), looked to be a mandate election, where Bush would have more power to accomplish his domestic policy goals. It wasn’t.

While one could argue that Rove was always a little too audacious or greedy, it didn’t show itself until Bush’s second term. With such a big win, Bush fulfilled his promise to Rove to get him more involved with policy, so that Rove could being to cement and take advantage of the electoral power shift he claimed had just happened. The problem was that it didn’t happen. It was beyond naïve to assume that ’04 was such an event. The last realignment happened less than 25 years before. The supposed “trigger” event, September 11, would have ushered in a change in attitudes about foreign policy, not domestic policy. And lastly, the issues Rove wanted to tackle weren’t the ones that got Bush reelected.


Bush was elected largely because people loathed John Kerry and because of a strong anti-gay marriage sentiment in key states. Bush and Rove’s policy goals were rarely given as the reason for voters to cast their ballots. President Bush wished to privatize Social Security, establish private health savings accounts, and conduct liberal immigration reform: all issues that were unpopular with a majority of Americans. Rove managed to pull out a win in spite of voters’ take on Bush’s agenda.

Whereas Rove’s naiveté was at fault in assuming a realignment had ushered the administration back into office with greater political power, his arrogance is what ultimately cost him his job and his place in history.

The one piece of Bush’s domestic agenda that was successfully passed through Congress, The No Child Left Behind program, came to fruition out of bipartisan political compromise, and the careful massaging of egos in the Capitol. After September 11, when Rove and Bush could have formed a strong bipartisan coalition within the legislature, they instead chose to ram bills down their collective throat. Not only did this squander an important opportunity to cultivate a working relationship with Democrats, it also alienated Republican leadership in Congress. In effect, Bush told them if you don’t pass this or that, you’re un-American. Rove didn’t even ask for the advice or opinions of the most senior Republican leadership when writing a proposed policy.

This cavalier attitude towards the way business was done doomed the rest of Rove’s tenure in the White House. Social security and healthcare privatization, which were achievable systems that existed in other countries, became impossible dreams on the Hill. The last, fatal misstep was the immigration reform debacle, where Democrats and Rove’s supposed Republican allies rebelled against Bush’s threats with embarrassing consequence.

Considering the path of Rove’s brief Washington career, I’m reminded of a scene from Paid In Full. We see dollars falling, and what we assume is a scene of Ace’s plush gangster lifestyle. The camera pans out, and we see it’s a stage, with actors acting out what Ace was once a part of. Yes, Ace gets to watch these little glories of his youth over and over again, but he can never live it over again. The same is with Rove. In the safety of the Fox studios he can watch the events play out this campaign season, he can talk about strategy, but because of his flaws, he will never be able to participate in the game.

R. Kelly not Guilty?

CHICAGO, Illinois (AP) -- A Chicago jury has acquitted R. Kelly on all counts at his child pornography trial.

The verdict came six years after the R&B superstar was first charged with videotaping himself having sex with a young girl. Prosecutors had said she was as young as 13 at the time.

The Grammy award-winning singer dabbed his face with a handkerchief and hugged each of his four attorneys after the verdict was read. The singer had faced 15 years in prison if convicted.

Both Kelly and the now 23-year-old alleged victim had denied they were the ones appearing on the tape, which was played for the jury at the beginning and end of the trial.

The prosecution's star witness was a woman who said she engaged in three-way sex with Kelly and the girl from the video. Defense attorneys argued the man on the tape didn't have a large mole on his back, as Kelly does.

The jury of nine men and three women included the wife of a Baptist preacher from Kelly's Chicago-area hometown, as well as a compliance officer for a Chicago investment firm and a man in his 60s who emigrated from then-Communist Romania nearly 40 years ago.

Jurors took the sex tape at the center of the trial with them, and a monitor was set up in the jury room in case they wanted to review it.

Kelly was charged with 14 counts of videotaping himself having sex with an underage girl, who prosecutors say was as young as 13.



Aaron Mcgruder is a prophet- why do I have the feeling this is how it went down?

You know we got that Wave

1. Intro (Milli Vanilla skit)
2. Paperwork
3. Picture me rollin'
4. Lip Sang
5. G'd up (remix) (Feat Henny Tha don)
6. Chase you home (Ft. Al Pac)
7. City wit' no hoes
8. Try me
9. Get low (ft. Al Pac)
10. We got doe (Ft. Al Pac)
11. Bad whiskey
12. Baby I wonder
13. Chevy Clean
14. Ready to ryde (ft Mack Mustard)
15. Uncle
16. The Tsunami (ft Al Pac)
17. Outro
18. In 2 Deep

http://rapidshare.com/files/121461927/Public_Domain_3.zip

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