The P is for Pajamas.

You know her, right? C’mon, think about it. Yeah you do. Hmmm? Still nothing, huh? What a shame. I’ll give you a hint. She sang on my album…on a song about slavery…or, as it were, escaping slavery.

Not that being on my album is any credible mark of success, but, assuming you frequent my innanet amusings and recollect any of my works with Fatman & Tropical, at least you would recognize her name and voice. I mean, how do you allow yourself to be unfamiliar with such a high quality of paralyzing vocal talent? Still no, huh? *sigh* Either way, this is Shea Soul. She’s from Croydon (United Kingdom). She can sing…and she hella fine.

Get to know her. Shea Soul

Then go buy my album ( mainly so you can hear how she made it better.)

The following is a review of Neighborhood Kid, stolen from Berkeleyplaceblog.com. I wont front…I thought it was kinda good…

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For most people, the noon hour signifies a joyous deliverance from the days  jack-hammering  vapidity. From the kids in school, to the energetically barren droves of adults in the workforce…even the homeless man down the street cant wait til the sundial on his refrigerator box says “Hey, homeless nigga! Its noon o’clock!“  The sun is out, birds be sangin’ …and you can leave whatever monotonous activity you were previously engaged in to go get some happy food. But not me. Nope. No happy food for Lil Neighborhood P.  My lunch break is a perpetual sixty minutes of suck. Easily, it could be the opposite. All I ask is for  sweet tea and a biscuit. But all this town offers me is organic tree scrotum and tortilla plates.  So, instead of lunch today, I decided to write a poem. Dedicated to my lost lover. Because you truly never know what you got til its gone. This ones for you,  Sweet Tianna Biscuit…
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Having a blog is a lot like having a kid. If you dont feed it, its little baby body starts looking weak, and its little baby mouth starts saying stuff like, “Son! When I’ma get some food up in my lil baby belly?” But then I be like, “Shut the freak up, baby! I aint got no food! Im hungry too lil baby nigga!” Point is….I know I havent posted anything in a while, Ive been busy….please dont call child protective services on me. Here’s some food lil baby.

Shot by Trevor Traynor. Edited by Rob Rush. Produced by DJ MF Shalem. Awesomed by me.

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