Deen has no shame. The latest salvo from Gibbs & Madlib ensures their batting average stays at a thousand. I’m far from surprised, but you know what they say about the best laid plans and all. Madlib provides the soulful soundscape (are we still required to reference RZA, ‘The Blueprint’, Kanye, Just Blaze and Bink […]

Keep out of Deen’s business. Unless you’re planning on paying him for said business. To be fair, I wasn’t expecting T.I. to hop right back in the saddle as if nothing happened – you know, with the jail troubles and all – but I was beginning to get a bit worried for the man. After […]

Deen hath no fury. That’s a lie. I somehow ended up at a Pusha T concert over the weekend. This was not the plan, but it happened. Basically, I was watching LeBron eviscerate the Zombie Sonics in Game 5 the other night and like many other neutrals (read: Miami “Haters”), I got bored with the […]

Deen had been wanting to fanute this for a while. I’ll start this with the conclusion: one of my English teachers once told me that that was a powerful way to open an essay and that it would help inspire better writing. Bear with me, writing about the process of writing is all I have […]

I ain’t gonna front: Prodigy lost me AGAIN for a minute.  “Again” because a lotta Mobb/Elementary P fans fanuted their way off the bandwagon after Jay-Z apparently eviscerated P on the Summer Jam screen (fickle twats), while the rest of us waited until P first refused, then forgot how to rhyme completely. I never really […]

Deen could really say it all in one word: noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!! How the fuck did this happen? Jay-Z is forty-fucking-two. 42! Arguably the “coolest” black man walking the planet and arguably the best rapper alive. Note my liberal use of the word “arguably.” I mean, for the first time ever, I can actually see a rapper […]

Deen’s rap name is Fanute Bol. Hello there. Every so often, even we get a little jaded with all the brilliant musical analysis and criticism we provide here at Passion of the Weiss. Yes, it’s true. Sometimes, music critics and bloggists just want to chill, put away a few sliders and read a copy of […]

Deen is wary of the Maghreb region of the South Bronx. I suppose I should blame myself for expecting something decent outta French Montana. I should know better. I mean, the guy is a mildly slow drunkard worth more money than I am – that’s essentially my boss too and I don’t expect anything good […]

Deen is not like a bird. This post ostensibly should be about Nelly Furtado’s return — at least her English language return to the scene. But I’m going to use this as yet another excuse to ramble about Nas. After all, it’s Escobar Season again. The amount of publicity that Nas is doing via guest […]

Deen forgets but never forgives. I’ll never forgive Curren$y for letting Wale’s voice be the first thing we’d hear on this album. I’m so hurt outchea. Just so we’re clear that I’m not the only one that feels this way, here’s a comment from a reader over at my blog: damn @mobbdeen my thoughts exactly. […]