“Somebody gimme a match…Umma bout to light a fie in here!”
The video above is a deleted scene from T.I.’s Road to Redemption reality show on MTV where he and his stylist, Rosie, are bumping heads about his outfits. I honestly just posted this cause I love to hear Tip scream at folks…he’s just so articulate and blunt! Them A-Town men don’t play!
Also peep another hilarious deleted scene I just spotted over at Crunk & Disorderly where he confronts one of his cousin’s for performing a song called “For the Hoes” at another relative’s sweet 16 party:
T.I.’s Road To Redemption,” airs Tuesdays at 9:30pm ET/PT on MTV.
Usher Raymond visited Washington, DC last week to testify before the Committee on Education and Labor. The committee was conducting a hearing to examine how to renew America through national service and volunteerism and Usher spoke about his New Look Foundation and how he could help engage youth to become more active in their communities.
Great job Usher! Do we see politics in your future?
I’m still cracking up at Usher in that beanie! Check out this old video of Monica showing up Brandy on stage in an old performance of “The Boy is Mine.” Monica was killin the style game even back then! No wonder Brandy’s still so salty.
Who Is Ms. Auburn (Ms. “A” fa’ shawt)? I’m a former employee of the Auburn Avenue Research Library (hence the tag) who believes in the power of words – written and spoken. I believe in lifelong teaching and learning, no degree required. A Real Wife of a Native Atlantan who was once a child of the SWATS myself (that whole left side of I-285 really ~ check my old school swag above). I have a slight issue with the passive way my generation is shepherding its legacy. With this column and your help, I hope to change that.
There used to be a practice among African-Americans known as “sittin at the knee.” The kids watched and listened while the adults taught them appropriate customs and practices and passed down the history, griot style. Ghetto Ya Ya Sisterhoods is how girls like I was once learned to sew and cook. But in a different age and time, I learned how to weave together a decent life and feed my family’s collective spirit by sitting at my mother-in-law’s table, all while bumpin’ Soul Food from the speakers. Sunday mornin’ where you eat-in’ at?
It was funny to me when she talked about walking down Hunter or Bishop Streets as a child, streets I now know as MLKing and 17th, respectively. She’d mention the parents of friends of mine and I could