Yeah it's that time again.  Let us all welcome our next inductee to the Not Fresh family.  Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Kanye West.

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With great displeasure I present Not Fresh part 5.  The summer of 94 was an incredible year for rap music.  Wu-Tang clan dropped an impeccable album.  Biggie was gently tight roping the line between street hustler, and new school player. And then there was Nas.  I remember buying Illmatic, on cassette tape, and bumping it loudly through my Sony walk man.  Back in 94 rap music had substance.  You could believe in it.  Illmatic was nothing like I had ever heard before.  The word play was poignant, illustrative, and thought provoking.  The musical landscape of the album was crafted by some of the finest producers of that era.  Illmatic was a classic.  A modern day masterpiece.  It was Written and I Am were both respectable albums in there own right. But they couldn't hold a candle to Illmatic.  But then something happened.  You had a series of terrible decisions .  The Firm album. While dope in theory, it was a complete dud.  Not even Dr. Dre's production could save it.  The Bravehearts?  They never had a chance.  Oochie Wally was catchy, but it wasn't going to carry a whole album.  You appearing in The Pledge video, and showing your allegiance, and almost confirming you were signing to Murder INC.  Not a good move.  And then you drooped the ball in your epic battle with Jay-Z.  When Jay called you out a Summer Jam, and did Takeover for the first time, people expected the worst.  They thought you would implode.  They signaled your downfall, but that never happened.  The sleeping giant woke up.   You dropped Ether.  You won.  Ether sent Jay-Z away tail tucked between his legs, and licking his wounds. Yeah jay struck back with Super Ugly, but that was a straight panic move. Jay took his first vacation ever after that L.  When somebody gets destroyed they don't say he got Takeovered.  They say he got Ethered.  The Stillmatic album should have restored you back to the throne.  But it didn't.  Jay said it best:  You fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all.  Suddenly you were no longer seen as the the heir to the throne.  Nastradamus, God's Son, Streets Disciple, Hip Hop is Dead, and the Untitled album failed to restore you back to your glory.  You fell back.  Got married.  Your wife was not only beautiful but talented.  But nothing lasts forever, not even love.  The scandal followed.  The separation.  The impending divorce.  All while awaiting on the birth of your new born son Knight.  And then she dropped the haymaker.  She took you straight to cleaners, and hung you out to dry.  $44K a month in spousal and child support.  Not Fresh.  I'm not saying taking care if your family is cool.  Raising a family is gangster.  But $44K a month!  Definitely Not Fresh.  Uncle Russell, Diddy, and 50 Cent don't drop that much cash a month.  And I'm going to go out on a limb and say that all 3 of them probably have better financial resources than you.  And obviously they have better legal representation.  There is nothing wrong with taking a loss.  But continued bad decision making is not fresh.  As you already know fresh is love.  Fresh does not hate.  Fresh is here to uplift.  We are just stating the facts that you've had a terribly unfresh run of luck as of late.  But there's always hope for a better day.  Take this time to gather yourself.  Summon the best producers you can afford, and lock yourself in the studio until something amazing happens.  I'm sure DJ Premier has to be available.  You all are due for another masterpiece.  You can do it.  1994 was a long time ago.  Centuries in hip hop, but remember nothing lasts forever.  Not even the stench of unfreshness.

P.S.  When you go back to the studio stay as far away as you can from Timbaland.  You and him don't make good music.

For real?  All that commotion for this.  Damn Bron you must really be feeling yourself.  You get caught worse than this in the regular season.  You played lazy D, and got baptized.  Get over it.  Jordan Crawford still gets to sit at the big kids table for this one.  Good job young man.  The crime takes place around the 27 second mark.  Enjoy.

With a heavy heart, I present the fourth installment of Not Fresh.  As you should already know fresh is not hate.  Fresh does not ridicule, it corrects.  And most importantly it's not fresh to stop another man's shine.  As you can see in the picture above this weeks inductee into the Not Fresh fraternity is non other than Lebron James himself.  See while I am a ride or die Lebron fan, i can't let some of his recent behavior go unnoticed.  I turned a blind eye to when you walked off the court and didn't give the Magic their just due.  I figured maybe the emotion of the game was a bit much for you.  I even let the no show at the press conference slide.  I even chuckled a bit when you showed up on vacation in the Check My Stats and LBJ|MVP shirts.  While the shirts were bush league, I figured you had a great season, and again you deserved a pass.  But what you've been in the news for recently will not earn you a pass.  You pulled a spoiled brat move.  You took your ball, kicked everybody out of the yard, and went home after Xavier sophomore Jordan Crawford gave you the business.  Urban legend has it that the young boy caught you sleeping, went base line, and made you taste his shorts. Leroy Sharpstein style.  The pick up game was being taped, and after you noticed the cameras, you had Nike officials quickly confiscate the evidence.  Now that's truly not fresh.  Let me tell you something young man, all the great ones have gotten dunked on.  Kobe, Jordan, Magic, Shaq, Russell, Chamberlin.  You get my drift?  It's part of the game.  I know you've got a brand to protect.  Really i do.  We at RxFresh are trying to build one, so we respect your hustle.  But eliminating the human factor from the image you're trying to maintain is unacceptable.  Are you trying to tell me that if Kevin Garnett catches you napping you're going to petition David Stern to have the tapes destroyed.  Didn't think so.  I didn't hear about Damon Jones crying to the press like a b*tch when you owned him a few years back.  All I'm saying is get over yourself.  Any great "King" can hold there head high even in defeat.  Again Not Fresh was created out of love.  You still can redeem yourself.  The new season will be here before we know it.  Win a championship, and the MVP award with some class and we might be able to push this to the back.  Maybe.  Just know you've been warned, please don't end up here again.

P.S.  Jordan Crawford not only are you from Detroit, but you've earned yourself a little bit of well deserved fame.  I bet you got more poon thrown at you in the last week than you know what to do with.  Keep up the good work.  Work on your hops, and your jumper.  A Media Training class wouldn't hurt either. We'll be watching for you this fall.

Aaron McGruder may have been on to something with his portrayal of BET on The Boondocks.  Without any hate in my heart they should burn down the BET offices with everybody in it.  When they cancelled Teen Summit I should should have known that place was headed to hell. I you witnessed the debacle that ensued last night you know exactly what I mean.  Lack luster performances and bad production leads me to induct the 2009 BET Awards into the Not Fresh fraternity.  I knew the night would be filled with tributes to Michael Jackson, but New Editions Jackson 5 rendition should have been a forecast to what was ahead .New Edition looked pretty vintage trying to pull off their dance moves.  Kerri Hilson while beautiful, struggled to pull off a dominant performance.  Beyonce has a catalog of certified hits on the radio.  Diva, Halo, or Ego would have been more enjoyable than the album filler that she performed instead.  And don’t let me forget about the rappers.  Can’t forget about the rappers.  Soulja Boy, what can I say.  While I’m a huge fan of Turn My Swagg on, huge fan, I find it hard to fathom that you get winded performing a song that’s basically an extended chorus.  Doesn’t make sense.  And while we are on Soulja Boy homie pull up your pants.  I know it’s BET, but I could care less to see the stains on your huggies.  Next up Drake and the Cash Money Young Money family.  I had planned on giving Drizzy a hard time, but after finding out her had a torn ACL, I will give him a pass for sitting on his ass during his entireperformance.  I can’t give Lil Wayne and the rest of those no name flunkies a pass though.  While I enjoy the lyrics to Every Girl, I find it hard to stomach singing it in front of my toddler age daughter, or any woman I love for that matter.  Having your daughters on stage during that song may have been a good idea when you were getting blowed behind the curtain, but in actuality it’s not fresh at all.  Thank God for Hova.  He showed you clowns what real hip hop sounds like.  Great song, great performance.  Period.  Jamie Foxx did a hell of a job as host, and Neyo held it down on the performance end, and especially during the old school R&B tribute.  They were a few bright spots, but overall it was a terrible production. So on hehalf of the staff at Prescription Fresh I’d like to induct the 2009 BET Awards to the Not Fresh family.  BET you have the ability to be great again, but giving rappers baby mommas they own reality shows aint gone get you back to the top.  Please step your fresh up.

Let me start again my saying fresh is love.  Fresh does not hate.  Hating is not fresh.  Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way let me introduce are next inductee into the Not Fresh Family none other than Charles Hamilton.  It’s been a pretty rough week for young scrap.  Charles seems to be at that age where he says things before is brain has the chance to process what’s about to spill out of his mouth.  It’s cool if you’re 5 years old, but Chuck you’re a grown ass man.  I know you think you meant well when you decided to name the great Jay Dee executive producer of your forthcoming LP, but you really bit off more than you could chew.  See what you didn’t realize is Dilla is considered royalty in hip hop, but in Detroit we hold him to a higher esteem.  And when you play games with one of our fallen soldiers we take that a tad bit more disrespectfully than people in other places across the country might.  See I’m from Detroit.  A product of the west side to be exact.  So I know first hand what his legacy means to hip hop in my city, and I know how well revered that name is.  A cosign from Dilla speaks volumes.  So when you place the man’s name on the back of your “album” and you’ve never worked with him personally, and possibly never even knew him it’s seen as blasphemy.  To top it all off you had the gall to drag Ma Dukes into it and insinuate that you all had a personal relationship, and she clearly refuted that lie.  Then shit got weird when you said that you all knew each other through the séances you would have in the studio with him.  I can see you now burning incense and talking to spirits.  Nigga please. You even stated that you would be donating proceeds of the album sales to his estate, but how do you donate proceeds of a free download homie?  I’m not a Rhodes Scholar, but two plus two still equals four.  Then to top it all off you have the nerve to speak side ways out that hole in your face to well respected members of the Detroit Hip Hop community.  Interscope did the right thing, and removed Jay Dee’s name from the credits.  I suggest you do the right thing and stay the fuck out of Detroit for the next life time.   We got a no nonsense policy on the way we welcome disrespectful rappers into our city.  There are a long list of big egos that have left Detroit Metro Airport with lumps, flesh wounds, and new holes that the good Lord didn’t give them.  Trick Daddy, Young Berg, Katt Williams and Styles P have all felt the effects of our brand of street justice.  We’ve even instituted a strict “no fly zone”.   I suggest you heed the warnings.  While I’m not a personal fan of your music, there is definitely potential for something special.  Brooklyn Girls was pretty decent, Lacey Duvalle had a little fire to it, and The Pink Lavalamp Mixtape was rather enjoyable.  There is still hope for you.  All I’m saying is tread lightly homie. Again this message is out of love, and trust me you’d rather me give this talk to you than this man.

Here at RxFresh we are dedicated to promoting and preserving all things fresh. See fresh is love. fresh does not hate. With that being said I felt lead to develop a new ongoing theme to this site entitled Not Fresh. Sometimes we find things so heinous that it is our personal responsibility to educate our followers. A prime example of Not Fresh is T-Pains new chain. Reports are stating the chain weighs approximately 14 pounds and costs around 400 stacks. Now I'm not hating, again hating is not fresh, but I could not let this fuckery get a pass. While Teddy Pain may have a few stacks to spare from his rather impressive run from 2006-present, I find it hard to fathom he could think this was a wise purchase. We're still in a recession homie. With no hate in my heart I can say I fux with T-Pain. He's the new Nate Dogg. But this is just in poor taste. So with that being said I induct T-Pain as the first inductee to Not Fresh. Please try not to let it happen again. Step your fresh up, like right now.