"The Life Of Pablo" can now be streamed in its entirety on Spotify & Apple Music.
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/kanye-west-releases-the-life-of-pablo-on-spotify-and-apple-music-news.20879.html
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Kanye West Releases "The Life Of Pablo" On Spotify & Apple Music
"The Life Of Pablo" can now be streamed in its entirety on Spotify & Apple Music.
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/kanye-west-releases-the-life-of-pablo-on-spotify-and-apple-music-news.20879.html
Kanye West Releases "The Life Of Pablo" On Spotify & Apple Music
"The Life Of Pablo" can now be streamed in its entirety on Spotify & Apple Music.
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/kanye-west-releases-the-life-of-pablo-on-spotify-and-apple-music-news.20879.html
Big Sean & Jhene Aiko's New Joint Project "TWENTY88" Has Arrived
Fans can stream TWENTY88's new project exclusively on TIDAL.
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/big-sean-and-jhene-aikos-new-joint-project-twenty88-has-arrived-news.20878.html
New Music: A$AP Ferg feat. Big Sean – 'World Is Mine'
As he gears up to release his sophomore album Always Strive and Prosper next month, A$AP Ferg is putting it all on the line. Following collaborations with Future (“New Level”) and ScHoolboy Q (“Let It Bang”), the Trap Lord unleashes his latest collaboration, “World Is Mine,” featuring Big Sean.
The A$AP Mob rapper and TWENTY88 frontman trade bars about how they've got “everything to lose,” while Ferg is “full of ambition to take over the world.”
A.S.A.P. is due April 22 featuring additional collaborations with Chris Brown, Ty Dolla $ign, Missy Elliott, and Chuck D.
“This album is my best work thus far and I know everybody will love it,” Ferg told Rap-Up TV. “It's more personal. It's telling my rags-to-riches story, where I come from, how I wound up in front of y'all right now.”
Step into Ferg and Sean's “World” and pre-order the album on iTunes.
Big Sean & Jhene Aiko's New Joint Project "TWENTY88" Has Arrived
Fans can stream TWENTY88's new project exclusively on TIDAL.
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/big-sean-and-jhene-aikos-new-joint-project-twenty88-has-arrived-news.20878.html
New Music: A$AP Ferg feat. Big Sean – 'World Is Mine'
As he gears up to release his sophomore album Always Strive and Prosper next month, A$AP Ferg is putting it all on the line. Following collaborations with Future (“New Level”) and ScHoolboy Q (“Let It Bang”), the Trap Lord unleashes his latest collaboration, “World Is Mine,” featuring Big Sean.
The A$AP Mob rapper and TWENTY88 frontman trade bars about how they've got “everything to lose,” while Ferg is “full of ambition to take over the world.”
A.S.A.P. is due April 22 featuring additional collaborations with Chris Brown, Ty Dolla $ign, Missy Elliott, and Chuck D.
“This album is my best work thus far and I know everybody will love it,” Ferg told Rap-Up TV. “It's more personal. It's telling my rags-to-riches story, where I come from, how I wound up in front of y'all right now.”
Step into Ferg and Sean's “World” and pre-order the album on iTunes.
Kim Kardashian Once Sent A Tweet To Spencer Pratt Asking To Hang Out
2009 was a magical time.
A long, long time ago (2009) in a land far, far away (New Orleans), Kim Kardashian lived happily ever after while staying with her boyfriend of the time - Reggie Bush.
But did you know she used to hit up Spencer Pratt to hang out? I DIDN'T THINK SO.
Ethan Miller / Getty Images
Well, Spencer may have just posted his best #TBT tweet OF ALL TIME. Talk about a flashback.
A magical message from Kim nearly 7 years ago asking Spencer to hang.
LOL.
Kissing a Needlefish: My Son Turned 18 This Week
I've always wanted to meet a needlefish up close while swimming or diving.
Streamlined and athletic, their bodies glow in silvery blue perfection. Long beaks, very sharp teeth. From a dock I've seen live ones a few times. That's it.
Up close, I've only seen their cut off heads discarded in the shallows. Once in Puerto Rico, once in Florida.
In July 2013, months after my son's 15th birthday, we visited Miami from Texas. I was scoping out my 3rd major writing project, Fear & Loving: Where Sea Level Meets the Deep, the funder-supported literary blogstory set to launch in 2014.
As twilight approached, we walked onto the Government Cut jetty at the end of South Beach.
A nice looking dude with good abs was standing in the shallows. I inadvertently glanced.
My son, his baseball cap up, said "You like that?" in that breezy half-joking but wtf kind of way of urban teenage males.
Without missing a beat I said "I'm looking for needlefish!"
Honestly I wasn't interested in the dude. Sometimes athletes just size each other up.
I felt flushed by what my son had said and kept it moving.
We climbed out over the large rocks, the summer South Florida sweat clamping our t-shirts to our backs.
Don't know if he knows about me. Doesn't matter.
For years during his childhood he and I went to Galveston beach, climbing rocks, swimming, acting the fool.
The Texas coast is where the stricken prairie meets the sea under a yellow sun star so bright and luxurious-hot it seems to hit the dome of the atmosphere and shatter a trillion spikes of light over our heads.
I met my son when he was 2. His mother asked me to adopt him. Oh my God I fell head over heels in love with him. It was quickly flesh and blood. I poured myself into him. The times we had on those hot Texas beaches were the best of my life. On Friday evenings in Fort Worth I would get off work at my non-profit exhausted and drive 278 miles down to Houston so we could have our weekend. Later, when I was able, I moved to Houston.
The Texas Gulf of Mexico was always my first love.
I loved the Gulf's wild toothiness and color and light, its imperfect but fertile, brownish-blue waters, the huge blue sky and 100 degree heat and green prairie and boiling white clouds and end-of-the world storms.
When I first saw climate change models guaranteeing that sea level rise would drown Galveston and the rest of the Texas coast, I was traumatized.
I never saw a needlefish in Texas. We looked, but not one.
Around the time he turned 10, things went bad for a while. It seemed a culture of taking me for granted, all take and no give, that I had no feelings, had developed in his household. We never argued, I never hit him, I only loved him. Twice he even denied me as his father, and stood there smugly. This is painful to write, not least because I had given up having my own child. One time I fell ill and almost died and they didn't come visit.
But I just bottled up everything. You know a man can't show feelings.
A few years passed. He turned 13. And suddenly he started putting his arm through mine as we walked down the street, head high, giving zero f***s what anybody thought about it. This a teenaged kid in public with his dad! I was more embarrassed than him.
I let go my pent-up feelings and let him be his nonchalant ass. My child.
Sometimes people don't love you as much as you love them, OR sometimes people love you but just don't show it in ways you might expect.
In 2011 when I went to Puerto Rico to research my upcoming novel Her Blue Watered Streets, I got to know clear, turquoise blue tropical water, merged my body with it.
See-through water.
Fish I could actually see and meet.
Relationships change and evolve over time. I still loved the Gulf, but my love and attraction became distracted by someplace bluer.
One twilight I came across two freshly severed needlefish heads on the beach. Eyes clouding up in death.
In 2014, with my son mostly grown, and funders wanting the blogstory to get started, I dove deep into South Florida, which of course is also facing a ticking death sentence from climate change sea level rise.
Crystal clear blue waters.
An urban chronicle of life at sea level and in the oceans before climate change hits hard.
Learning to love more while facing our fears in deeper water.
The years go by like whiplash.
Lil Man used to fall asleep sitting on my shoulders and now he's receiving football and academic scholarship offers from small engineering colleges.
He dreams to play in the NFL. "Live your Dreams, Leave a Legacy" is the first tat he wants to get.
In Florida we climbed over those jetty rocks like we had in Galveston.
We saw something wallowing in the water between two boulders.
It was a freshly severed head of a needlefish. Very sharp mouth, mackerel-blue head, silver gills, face and throat. Body gone.
We carefully wedged our way down.
I picked the head up and showed it to him.
Then I kissed the fish on the forehead and placed it back in the water.
Saturday night I called him in Houston to wish him Happy Birthday. I imagined his iPhone lighting up "Dad".
Some chick answered his phone. Smh. Sound of carnival noise in the background.
When she handed him the phone I said "Happy Birthday!"
"Dad my birthday's not till Wednesday."
"I know! You know I gotta be first!"
He laughed and for a second I heard the boy in his voice again.
Streamlined and athletic, their bodies glow in silvery blue perfection. Long beaks, very sharp teeth. From a dock I've seen live ones a few times. That's it.
Up close, I've only seen their cut off heads discarded in the shallows. Once in Puerto Rico, once in Florida.
In July 2013, months after my son's 15th birthday, we visited Miami from Texas. I was scoping out my 3rd major writing project, Fear & Loving: Where Sea Level Meets the Deep, the funder-supported literary blogstory set to launch in 2014.
As twilight approached, we walked onto the Government Cut jetty at the end of South Beach.
A nice looking dude with good abs was standing in the shallows. I inadvertently glanced.
My son, his baseball cap up, said "You like that?" in that breezy half-joking but wtf kind of way of urban teenage males.
Without missing a beat I said "I'm looking for needlefish!"
Honestly I wasn't interested in the dude. Sometimes athletes just size each other up.
I felt flushed by what my son had said and kept it moving.
We climbed out over the large rocks, the summer South Florida sweat clamping our t-shirts to our backs.
Don't know if he knows about me. Doesn't matter.
For years during his childhood he and I went to Galveston beach, climbing rocks, swimming, acting the fool.
The Texas coast is where the stricken prairie meets the sea under a yellow sun star so bright and luxurious-hot it seems to hit the dome of the atmosphere and shatter a trillion spikes of light over our heads.
I met my son when he was 2. His mother asked me to adopt him. Oh my God I fell head over heels in love with him. It was quickly flesh and blood. I poured myself into him. The times we had on those hot Texas beaches were the best of my life. On Friday evenings in Fort Worth I would get off work at my non-profit exhausted and drive 278 miles down to Houston so we could have our weekend. Later, when I was able, I moved to Houston.
The Texas Gulf of Mexico was always my first love.
I loved the Gulf's wild toothiness and color and light, its imperfect but fertile, brownish-blue waters, the huge blue sky and 100 degree heat and green prairie and boiling white clouds and end-of-the world storms.
When I first saw climate change models guaranteeing that sea level rise would drown Galveston and the rest of the Texas coast, I was traumatized.
I never saw a needlefish in Texas. We looked, but not one.
Around the time he turned 10, things went bad for a while. It seemed a culture of taking me for granted, all take and no give, that I had no feelings, had developed in his household. We never argued, I never hit him, I only loved him. Twice he even denied me as his father, and stood there smugly. This is painful to write, not least because I had given up having my own child. One time I fell ill and almost died and they didn't come visit.
But I just bottled up everything. You know a man can't show feelings.
A few years passed. He turned 13. And suddenly he started putting his arm through mine as we walked down the street, head high, giving zero f***s what anybody thought about it. This a teenaged kid in public with his dad! I was more embarrassed than him.
I let go my pent-up feelings and let him be his nonchalant ass. My child.
Sometimes people don't love you as much as you love them, OR sometimes people love you but just don't show it in ways you might expect.
In 2011 when I went to Puerto Rico to research my upcoming novel Her Blue Watered Streets, I got to know clear, turquoise blue tropical water, merged my body with it.
See-through water.
Fish I could actually see and meet.
Relationships change and evolve over time. I still loved the Gulf, but my love and attraction became distracted by someplace bluer.
One twilight I came across two freshly severed needlefish heads on the beach. Eyes clouding up in death.
In 2014, with my son mostly grown, and funders wanting the blogstory to get started, I dove deep into South Florida, which of course is also facing a ticking death sentence from climate change sea level rise.
Crystal clear blue waters.
An urban chronicle of life at sea level and in the oceans before climate change hits hard.
Learning to love more while facing our fears in deeper water.
The years go by like whiplash.
Lil Man used to fall asleep sitting on my shoulders and now he's receiving football and academic scholarship offers from small engineering colleges.
He dreams to play in the NFL. "Live your Dreams, Leave a Legacy" is the first tat he wants to get.
In Florida we climbed over those jetty rocks like we had in Galveston.
We saw something wallowing in the water between two boulders.
It was a freshly severed head of a needlefish. Very sharp mouth, mackerel-blue head, silver gills, face and throat. Body gone.
We carefully wedged our way down.
I picked the head up and showed it to him.
Then I kissed the fish on the forehead and placed it back in the water.
Saturday night I called him in Houston to wish him Happy Birthday. I imagined his iPhone lighting up "Dad".
Some chick answered his phone. Smh. Sound of carnival noise in the background.
When she handed him the phone I said "Happy Birthday!"
"Dad my birthday's not till Wednesday."
"I know! You know I gotta be first!"
He laughed and for a second I heard the boy in his voice again.
-- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
Stream Big Sean & Jhené Aiko's 'TWENTY88'
The secret's out. Just days after the surprise announcement of their joint venture, Big Sean and Jhené Aiko's TWENTY88 has arrived.
The eight-track set, which combines '90s R&B and '70s experimental rock and soul, explores the highs and lows of a relationship, while delving into conflict, memories, love, and sex. K-Ci & JoJo appear on the Detail-produced “2 Minute Warning,” with additional production from Key Wane and Tommy Brown.
“Music now doesn't really cater to the feelings of a real relationship,” Aiko recently told Flaunt. “It's all about trapping and bragging. I feel like this project is something that's needed right now…Especially a whole project, is just good for people to see. That duality is a perfect combination.”
I've made some of my best/favorite songs of my career with @JheneAiko! Our chemistry with this music is undeniable
- Big Sean (@BigSean) April 1, 2016
We fought hard to get this to the fans. A lot of people behind the scenes honestly tried to NOT make this happen, but fuck them
- Big Sean (@BigSean) April 1, 2016
TWENTY88 is available to stream exclusively through TIDAL for four days, but fans can download it through other digital retailers including Apple Music. On Thursday night, the duo made its live debut on “Jimmy Kimmel Live!” and they also plan to release a short film featuring themselves as adult film stars.
Listen to what Sean Don and Jhené have been secretly working on below.
A$AP Ferg - World Is Mine Feat. Big Sean
A$AP Ferg links up with Big Sean for the latest "Always Strive And Prosper" leak "World Is Mine."
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/asap-ferg-world-is-mine-feat-big-sean-new-song.1969203.html
Kim Kardashian Once Sent A Tweet To Spencer Pratt Asking To Hang Out
2009 was a magical time.
A long, long time ago (2009) in a land far, far away (New Orleans), Kim Kardashian lived happily ever after while staying with her boyfriend of the time - Reggie Bush.
But did you know she used to hit up Spencer Pratt to hang out? I DIDN'T THINK SO.
Ethan Miller / Getty Images
Well, Spencer may have just posted his best #TBT tweet OF ALL TIME. Talk about a flashback.
A magical message from Kim nearly 7 years ago asking Spencer to hang.
LOL.
Kissing a Needlefish: My Son Turned 18 This Week
I've always wanted to meet a needlefish up close while swimming or diving.
Streamlined and athletic, their bodies glow in silvery blue perfection. Long beaks, very sharp teeth. From a dock I've seen live ones a few times. That's it.
Up close, I've only seen their cut off heads discarded in the shallows. Once in Puerto Rico, once in Florida.
In July 2013, months after my son's 15th birthday, we visited Miami from Texas. I was scoping out my 3rd major writing project, Fear & Loving: Where Sea Level Meets the Deep, the funder-supported literary blogstory set to launch in 2014.
As twilight approached, we walked onto the Government Cut jetty at the end of South Beach.
A nice looking dude with good abs was standing in the shallows. I inadvertently glanced.
My son, his baseball cap up, said "You like that?" in that breezy half-joking but wtf kind of way of urban teenage males.
Without missing a beat I said "I'm looking for needlefish!"
Honestly I wasn't interested in the dude. Sometimes athletes just size each other up.
I felt flushed by what my son had said and kept it moving.
We climbed out over the large rocks, the summer South Florida sweat clamping our t-shirts to our backs.
Don't know if he knows about me. Doesn't matter.
For years during his childhood he and I went to Galveston beach, climbing rocks, swimming, acting the fool.
The Texas coast is where the stricken prairie meets the sea under a yellow sun star so bright and luxurious-hot it seems to hit the dome of the atmosphere and shatter a trillion spikes of light over our heads.
I met my son when he was 2. His mother asked me to adopt him. Oh my God I fell head over heels in love with him. It was quickly flesh and blood. I poured myself into him. The times we had on those hot Texas beaches were the best of my life. On Friday evenings in Fort Worth I would get off work at my non-profit exhausted and drive 278 miles down to Houston so we could have our weekend. Later, when I was able, I moved to Houston.
The Texas Gulf of Mexico was always my first love.
I loved the Gulf's wild toothiness and color and light, its imperfect but fertile, brownish-blue waters, the huge blue sky and 100 degree heat and green prairie and boiling white clouds and end-of-the world storms.
When I first saw climate change models guaranteeing that sea level rise would drown Galveston and the rest of the Texas coast, I was traumatized.
I never saw a needlefish in Texas. We looked, but not one.
Around the time he turned 10, things went bad for a while. It seemed a culture of taking me for granted, all take and no give, that I had no feelings, had developed in his household. We never argued, I never hit him, I only loved him. Twice he even denied me as his father, and stood there smugly. This is painful to write, not least because I had given up having my own child. One time I fell ill and almost died and they didn't come visit.
But I just bottled up everything. You know a man can't show feelings.
A few years passed. He turned 13. And suddenly he started putting his arm through mine as we walked down the street, head high, giving zero f***s what anybody thought about it. This a teenaged kid in public with his dad! I was more embarrassed than him.
I let go my pent-up feelings and let him be his nonchalant ass. My child.
Sometimes people don't love you as much as you love them, OR sometimes people love you but just don't show it in ways you might expect.
In 2011 when I went to Puerto Rico to research my upcoming novel Her Blue Watered Streets, I got to know clear, turquoise blue tropical water, merged my body with it.
See-through water.
Fish I could actually see and meet.
Relationships change and evolve over time. I still loved the Gulf, but my love and attraction became distracted by someplace bluer.
One twilight I came across two freshly severed needlefish heads on the beach. Eyes clouding up in death.
In 2014, with my son mostly grown, and funders wanting the blogstory to get started, I dove deep into South Florida, which of course is also facing a ticking death sentence from climate change sea level rise.
Crystal clear blue waters.
An urban chronicle of life at sea level and in the oceans before climate change hits hard.
Learning to love more while facing our fears in deeper water.
The years go by like whiplash.
Lil Man used to fall asleep sitting on my shoulders and now he's receiving football and academic scholarship offers from small engineering colleges.
He dreams to play in the NFL. "Live your Dreams, Leave a Legacy" is the first tat he wants to get.
In Florida we climbed over those jetty rocks like we had in Galveston.
We saw something wallowing in the water between two boulders.
It was a freshly severed head of a needlefish. Very sharp mouth, mackerel-blue head, silver gills, face and throat. Body gone.
We carefully wedged our way down.
I picked the head up and showed it to him.
Then I kissed the fish on the forehead and placed it back in the water.
Saturday night I called him in Houston to wish him Happy Birthday. I imagined his iPhone lighting up "Dad".
Some chick answered his phone. Smh. Sound of carnival noise in the background.
When she handed him the phone I said "Happy Birthday!"
"Dad my birthday's not till Wednesday."
"I know! You know I gotta be first!"
He laughed and for a second I heard the boy in his voice again.
Streamlined and athletic, their bodies glow in silvery blue perfection. Long beaks, very sharp teeth. From a dock I've seen live ones a few times. That's it.
Up close, I've only seen their cut off heads discarded in the shallows. Once in Puerto Rico, once in Florida.
In July 2013, months after my son's 15th birthday, we visited Miami from Texas. I was scoping out my 3rd major writing project, Fear & Loving: Where Sea Level Meets the Deep, the funder-supported literary blogstory set to launch in 2014.
As twilight approached, we walked onto the Government Cut jetty at the end of South Beach.
A nice looking dude with good abs was standing in the shallows. I inadvertently glanced.
My son, his baseball cap up, said "You like that?" in that breezy half-joking but wtf kind of way of urban teenage males.
Without missing a beat I said "I'm looking for needlefish!"
Honestly I wasn't interested in the dude. Sometimes athletes just size each other up.
I felt flushed by what my son had said and kept it moving.
We climbed out over the large rocks, the summer South Florida sweat clamping our t-shirts to our backs.
Don't know if he knows about me. Doesn't matter.
For years during his childhood he and I went to Galveston beach, climbing rocks, swimming, acting the fool.
The Texas coast is where the stricken prairie meets the sea under a yellow sun star so bright and luxurious-hot it seems to hit the dome of the atmosphere and shatter a trillion spikes of light over our heads.
I met my son when he was 2. His mother asked me to adopt him. Oh my God I fell head over heels in love with him. It was quickly flesh and blood. I poured myself into him. The times we had on those hot Texas beaches were the best of my life. On Friday evenings in Fort Worth I would get off work at my non-profit exhausted and drive 278 miles down to Houston so we could have our weekend. Later, when I was able, I moved to Houston.
The Texas Gulf of Mexico was always my first love.
I loved the Gulf's wild toothiness and color and light, its imperfect but fertile, brownish-blue waters, the huge blue sky and 100 degree heat and green prairie and boiling white clouds and end-of-the world storms.
When I first saw climate change models guaranteeing that sea level rise would drown Galveston and the rest of the Texas coast, I was traumatized.
I never saw a needlefish in Texas. We looked, but not one.
Around the time he turned 10, things went bad for a while. It seemed a culture of taking me for granted, all take and no give, that I had no feelings, had developed in his household. We never argued, I never hit him, I only loved him. Twice he even denied me as his father, and stood there smugly. This is painful to write, not least because I had given up having my own child. One time I fell ill and almost died and they didn't come visit.
But I just bottled up everything. You know a man can't show feelings.
A few years passed. He turned 13. And suddenly he started putting his arm through mine as we walked down the street, head high, giving zero f***s what anybody thought about it. This a teenaged kid in public with his dad! I was more embarrassed than him.
I let go my pent-up feelings and let him be his nonchalant ass. My child.
Sometimes people don't love you as much as you love them, OR sometimes people love you but just don't show it in ways you might expect.
In 2011 when I went to Puerto Rico to research my upcoming novel Her Blue Watered Streets, I got to know clear, turquoise blue tropical water, merged my body with it.
See-through water.
Fish I could actually see and meet.
Relationships change and evolve over time. I still loved the Gulf, but my love and attraction became distracted by someplace bluer.
One twilight I came across two freshly severed needlefish heads on the beach. Eyes clouding up in death.
In 2014, with my son mostly grown, and funders wanting the blogstory to get started, I dove deep into South Florida, which of course is also facing a ticking death sentence from climate change sea level rise.
Crystal clear blue waters.
An urban chronicle of life at sea level and in the oceans before climate change hits hard.
Learning to love more while facing our fears in deeper water.
The years go by like whiplash.
Lil Man used to fall asleep sitting on my shoulders and now he's receiving football and academic scholarship offers from small engineering colleges.
He dreams to play in the NFL. "Live your Dreams, Leave a Legacy" is the first tat he wants to get.
In Florida we climbed over those jetty rocks like we had in Galveston.
We saw something wallowing in the water between two boulders.
It was a freshly severed head of a needlefish. Very sharp mouth, mackerel-blue head, silver gills, face and throat. Body gone.
We carefully wedged our way down.
I picked the head up and showed it to him.
Then I kissed the fish on the forehead and placed it back in the water.
Saturday night I called him in Houston to wish him Happy Birthday. I imagined his iPhone lighting up "Dad".
Some chick answered his phone. Smh. Sound of carnival noise in the background.
When she handed him the phone I said "Happy Birthday!"
"Dad my birthday's not till Wednesday."
"I know! You know I gotta be first!"
He laughed and for a second I heard the boy in his voice again.
-- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
Stream Big Sean & Jhené Aiko's 'TWENTY88'
The secret's out. Just days after the surprise announcement of their joint venture, Big Sean and Jhené Aiko's TWENTY88 has arrived.
The eight-track set, which combines '90s R&B and '70s experimental rock and soul, explores the highs and lows of a relationship, while delving into conflict, memories, love, and sex. K-Ci & JoJo appear on the Detail-produced “2 Minute Warning,” with additional production from Key Wane and Tommy Brown.
“Music now doesn't really cater to the feelings of a real relationship,” Aiko recently told Flaunt. “It's all about trapping and bragging. I feel like this project is something that's needed right now…Especially a whole project, is just good for people to see. That duality is a perfect combination.”
I've made some of my best/favorite songs of my career with @JheneAiko! Our chemistry with this music is undeniable
- Big Sean (@BigSean) April 1, 2016
We fought hard to get this to the fans. A lot of people behind the scenes honestly tried to NOT make this happen, but fuck them
- Big Sean (@BigSean) April 1, 2016
TWENTY88 is available to stream exclusively through TIDAL for four days, but fans can download it through other digital retailers including Apple Music. On Thursday night, the duo made its live debut on “Jimmy Kimmel Live!” and they also plan to release a short film featuring themselves as adult film stars.
Listen to what Sean Don and Jhené have been secretly working on below.
A$AP Ferg - World Is Mine Feat. Big Sean
A$AP Ferg links up with Big Sean for the latest "Always Strive And Prosper" leak "World Is Mine."
http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/asap-ferg-world-is-mine-feat-big-sean-new-song.1969203.html
Tyga 'Devastated' by Bodyguard's Death on L.A. Freeway
Tyga is mourning the death of his friend and bodyguard, who was killed in a freak accident on an L.A. freeway ... TMZ has learned. Arlester Henderson -- known as Punch to Tyga and his crew -- was at the wheel early Wednesday morning when he got…
German Soccer Team Posts Blackface Photo To Fight Racism
A German soccer club took a stand against an apparently racist attack on two of its black players by going blackface in a team picture.
Deinster SV, an amateur team, posted the digitally altered photo on its Facebook page, along with a description of what happened to two Sudanese refugee teammates during an Easter celebration.
The coach said the attack took place last week in the team's hometown of Deinster in northern Germany. He said one player, Emad Babiker, was physically assaulted and the other, Amar Alnoor, was verbally assaulted.
"Emad was thrown to the ground. They struck and kicked him. When I saw him on Sunday, he had a big swelling under his eye," coach Sönke Kreibich told Jezt.de. Police were reportedly investigating the incident.
"Violence against refugees is pathetic," the Facebook post reads. "Emad and Amar, you are one of us."
The team's starkly visual stand has been largely well-received and shared thousands of times. “This has nothing to do with racism. We just wanted to show solidarity,” team spokesman Frank Sandmann told NBC News.
The positive response might seem surprising, as blackface has long been used to perpetuate damaging stereotypes and make racist mockery of people of African descent. White people donning makeup to appear black is widely seen as offensive in the United States.
Germans, however, do not have the same view on blackface, generally speaking. It remains a popular part of the Karneval celebration, which has a tradition of costumes and mockery.
European soccer, too, has long been dogged by acts of racism, but the continent's problem doesn't end there. Amid fears of terrorism, the refugee crisis and rising right-wing nationalist movements, acts of racism have been on the rise in Europe, drawing international concern.
-- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
German Soccer Team Posts Blackface Photo To Fight Racism
A German soccer club took a stand against an apparently racist attack on two of its black players by going blackface in a team picture.
Deinster SV, an amateur team, posted the digitally altered photo on its Facebook page, along with a description of what happened to two Sudanese refugee teammates during an Easter celebration.
The coach said the attack took place last week in the team's hometown of Deinster in northern Germany. He said one player, Emad Babiker, was physically assaulted and the other, Amar Alnoor, was verbally assaulted.
"Emad was thrown to the ground. They struck and kicked him. When I saw him on Sunday, he had a big swelling under his eye," coach Sönke Kreibich told Jezt.de. Police were reportedly investigating the incident.
"Violence against refugees is pathetic," the Facebook post reads. "Emad and Amar, you are one of us."
The team's starkly visual stand has been largely well-received and shared thousands of times. “This has nothing to do with racism. We just wanted to show solidarity,” team spokesman Frank Sandmann told NBC News.
The positive response might seem surprising, as blackface has long been used to perpetuate damaging stereotypes and make racist mockery of people of African descent. White people donning makeup to appear black is widely seen as offensive in the United States.
Germans, however, do not have the same view on blackface, generally speaking. It remains a popular part of the Karneval celebration, which has a tradition of costumes and mockery.
European soccer, too, has long been dogged by acts of racism, but the continent's problem doesn't end there. Amid fears of terrorism, the refugee crisis and rising right-wing nationalist movements, acts of racism have been on the rise in Europe, drawing international concern.
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German Soccer Team Posts Blackface Photo To Fight Racism
A German soccer club took a stand against an apparently racist attack on two of its black players by going blackface in a team picture.
Deinster SV, an amateur team, posted the digitally altered photo on its Facebook page, along with a description of what happened to two Sudanese refugee teammates during an Easter celebration.
The coach said the attack took place last week in the team's hometown of Deinster in northern Germany. He said one player, Emad Babiker, was physically assaulted and the other, Amar Alnoor, was verbally assaulted.
"Emad was thrown to the ground. They struck and kicked him. When I saw him on Sunday, he had a big swelling under his eye," coach Sönke Kreibich told Jezt.de. Police were reportedly investigating the incident.
"Violence against refugees is pathetic," the Facebook post reads. "Emad and Amar, you are one of us."
The team's starkly visual stand has been largely well-received and shared thousands of times. “This has nothing to do with racism. We just wanted to show solidarity,” team spokesman Frank Sandmann told NBC News.
The positive response might seem surprising, as blackface has long been used to perpetuate damaging stereotypes and make racist mockery of people of African descent. White people donning makeup to appear black is widely seen as offensive in the United States.
Germans, however, do not have the same view on blackface, generally speaking. It remains a popular part of the Karneval celebration, which has a tradition of costumes and mockery.
European soccer, too, has long been dogged by acts of racism, but the continent's problem doesn't end there. Amid fears of terrorism, the refugee crisis and rising right-wing nationalist movements, acts of racism have been on the rise in Europe, drawing international concern.
-- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
German Soccer Team Posts Blackface Photo To Fight Racism
A German soccer club took a stand against an apparently racist attack on two of its black players by going blackface in a team picture.
Deinster SV, an amateur team, posted the digitally altered photo on its Facebook page, along with a description of what happened to two Sudanese refugee teammates during an Easter celebration.
The coach said the attack took place last week in the team's hometown of Deinster in northern Germany. He said one player, Emad Babiker, was physically assaulted and the other, Amar Alnoor, was verbally assaulted.
"Emad was thrown to the ground. They struck and kicked him. When I saw him on Sunday, he had a big swelling under his eye," coach Sönke Kreibich told Jezt.de. Police were reportedly investigating the incident.
"Violence against refugees is pathetic," the Facebook post reads. "Emad and Amar, you are one of us."
The team's starkly visual stand has been largely well-received and shared thousands of times. “This has nothing to do with racism. We just wanted to show solidarity,” team spokesman Frank Sandmann told NBC News.
The positive response might seem surprising, as blackface has long been used to perpetuate damaging stereotypes and make racist mockery of people of African descent. White people donning makeup to appear black is widely seen as offensive in the United States.
Germans, however, do not have the same view on blackface, generally speaking. It remains a popular part of the Karneval celebration, which has a tradition of costumes and mockery.
European soccer, too, has long been dogged by acts of racism, but the continent's problem doesn't end there. Amid fears of terrorism, the refugee crisis and rising right-wing nationalist movements, acts of racism have been on the rise in Europe, drawing international concern.
-- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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