Alt Left: A Look at the IQ’s of Three Famous Black Rappers

Bernarobert Lindsanders:

What do you estimate the IQ of this guy is? His name is Lil Pump, and he makes the most vapid, trashy music there is. Oh, and he’s a Trump supporter.

Lil Pump recently took a Mensa test in college and it showed he has an IQ of 142! Jesus Christ! He’s almost as smart as Robert Lindsay. And that’s pretty smart!

He’s goddamned genius! I told ya.

If I were administering the test though, I would have subtracted at least 10 from his score for supporting Trump. I believe that’s standard best practice when administering these tests nowadays.

Bernarobert Lindsanders:

What about this obvious intellectual giant, Daniel Hernandez, aka “6ix9ine”?

Actually, 6ix9ine has a very low IQ of 63. He’s been diagnosed with mild mental retardation. I have to doubt that figure though. It seems way off. Mostly it just sees too high, don’t you think?

That proves what I’ve always thought – that most rapper and their fans are pretty near-retarded. I’m not sure if the music actually makes you retarded de novo or if it’s self-selection whereby the dumber you are, the more attracted you to this fucktarded music. It’s a chicken of the egg problem, and I’m not sure what the answer is. But I’m inclined towards the de novo because I swear to God, I could literally feel by IQ drop a point or two after watching these videos.

He’s in prison where he belongs now.

Bernarobert Lindsanders:

Finally, these big-brained queens:

This ratchet named Cardi B is smarter than you think. She took AP classes in high school. How many Blacks do that? Not too many. She was also on the honor roll.

Sekou Sundiata, “Shout Out”

I normally don’t like this type of Black rap poetry, but this poem is just out of this world. It’s by a Black activist, poet, musician, and playwright named Sekou Sundiata (an adopted African name). This is from an album called The Blue Oneness of Dreams from 1997. This album won a Grammy award that year.

This is some incredible stuff. Some Blacks can write superb poetry, some of the finest poetry of all.

I get hammered when I say this, but this is an example of what I call “the Black genius.” Now that’s not to say that there are Blacks geniuses who can partake of the other genius styles, but I don’t think they’re as common as this type. It is in this style of genius that the Black man and the Black brain for that matter, truly shines bright as day. I suppose other races can display this genius style, but you sure don’t see it very often.

I can’t help thinking that Black minds or Black brains are different or at least tend to be different on average, and pure Black geniuses often look different from pure White geniuses, who tend more towards the airy philosophical world of ideas. This rapid-fire rapping type poetry, commentary, or even rap music can be found as a conversational style by Cornel West, Earl Ofari Hutchinson, Micheal Eric Dyson.

Listen to these Black geniuses (West is the best, but Dyson is also very good, and I’ve always had a soft spot for Hutchinson) and you will see that they all talk something like the Sundiata is in this video. It’s a very fast verbal brain at work, almost spewing out words so fast you can barely keep track of them.

Blacks do score higher than any other race in verbal memory and Africa never had writing. All they had was this oral tradition. Who knows, maybe they even selected for it? Is it beyond the realm of possibility. I really love this Black genius type with the rapid fire super-genius brain rattling off the perfect words in the perfect rhythm often with the perfect musical pitch to the spoken word.

Some White men can do this too, especially comedians. I am thinking in particular of Lenny Bruce, a Jewish comedian with an almost “Black” stage style and even Andy Kaufman at his best.

I keep hearing this poem on my radio station and I keep wondering who this is. Tonight I memorized a few lines and put them in Google and wa-la! Ladies and gentlemen, we have an answer!

I’m thinking right now that if there’s a heaven, there’s musical poems like this being played up there.

This poem is just too perfect!

Here’s to the best words
In the right place
At the perfect time to the human mind
Blown-up and refined.
To long conversations and the
Philosophical ramifications of a beautiful day.
To the twelve-steppers
At the thirteenth step
May they never forget
The first step.
To the increase, to the decrease
To the do to the do
To the did to the did
To the do to the did
To the done done
To the lonely.
To the brokenhearted.
To the new, blue haiku.
Here’s to all or nothing at all.
Here’s to the sick, and the shut-in.
Here’s to the was you been to the is you in
To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down
To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

To the crazy
The lazy
The bored
The ignored
The beginners
The sinners
The losers
The winners.
To the smooth
And the cool
And even to the fools.
Here’s to your ex-best-friend.
To the rule-benders and the repeat offenders.
To the lovers and the troublers
The engaging
The enraging
To the healers and the feelers
And the fixers and the tricksters
To a star falling from a dream.
To a dream, when you know what it means.
To the bottom
To the root
To the base, uh, boom!
To the drum
To the was you been to the is you in
To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down
To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here’s to somebody within the sound of your voice this morning.
Here’s to somebody who can’t be within the sound of your voice tonight.
To a low-cholesterol pig sandwich smothered in swine without the pork.
To a light buzz in your head
And a soundtrack in your mind
Going on and on and on and on and on like a good time.
Here’s to promises that break by themselves
Here’s to the breaks with great promise.
To people who don’t wait in the car when you tell them to wait in the car.
Here’s to what you forgot and who you forgot.
Here’s to the unforgettable.
To the was you been to the is you in
To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down
To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Here’s to the hip-hoppers
The don’t stoppers
Heads nodding in the digital glow
Of their beloved studios.
To the incredible indelible impressions made by the gaze as you gaze in the faces of strangers.
To yourself you ask: Could this be God? Straight up!
Or is it a mask?
Here’s to the tribe of the hyper-cyber
Trippin’ at the virtual-most outpost at the edge on the tip
Believin’ that what they hear is the mothership
Drawing near.
To the was you been to the is you in
To what’s deep and deep to what’s down and down
To the lost, and the blind, and the almost found.

Tulio on Black Crime and Feminism and What to Do About Them

Tulio, a Black man in his 30’s, is a regular commenter on the site. It was nice to see him move out defensive mode on the subject and write a deep and heartfelt post about these matters which are so painfully dear to his heart. He said that he thinks about this stuff constantly, as he is a young Black man. That’s sad, but if you care, it’s understandable.
Tulio notes that the problem is now so entrenched that it seems to be intractable. He also notes the corrosive effect of a lot of the new Black music.
Even White prison gang members have remarked on how detrimental they feel this music has been to White youth in recent years. They say young White man come to prison after listening to hip hop for years and think they are tough badass gangsters going to live it up in paradise in a maximum security prison. And boy do they have another thing coming!
I would like to thank Tulio for this post. Even if these problems seem intractable, we should at least be discussing them, as the human and societal damage is of epic proportions.

Black Crime

As for Black crime, it’s a confluence of a lot of different things and not an easy problem to solve.
Single motherhood. You have a lot of fatherless homes and single mothers. While not all single mothers raise bad sons (I personally know great guys raised by single moms), most guys in prison never had a strong father in their life. Women’s role is nurture; men’s role is discipline. Boys aren’t afraid of their moms. They’re afraid of their dads. Boys need fathers first and foremost.
I don’t know what the high cause of single motherhood is in the Black underclass. I truly have no idea, and I think about this stuff all the time since I’m a Black man. It wasn’t always like this. There was a time that Blacks were known for having strong families. The explosion seems to have happened in the 60s.
I don’t think there’s anything genetic about it. This doesn’t seem to be the case in Africa, especially traditional African society. It seems to be something unique to Black Americans. I don’t know what it looks like amongst Black Latins or Caribbeans. But family in Africa seems pretty strong, so I know it’s not genetic.
Dead zones. Secondly you have a large cultural vacuum in certain parts of the country.
Do you ever read about how there are dead zones in the ocean? Certain areas where there is not enough oxygen and that part of the ocean is devoid of life?
The inner cities of America are dead zones. They are islands of misery, hopelessness, broken schools, high unemployment, drugs, urban decay. There’s very little there to give people inspiration and hope. The church is often the only thing. The people living there have just enough so as not to revolt, yet not enough for them to be functional players in the economy.
The origin of such ghettos can be traced back to segregation. Some of these communities thrived at a time and were fairly self-sufficient. The Black middle class fled these places. And all that was left behind were the poor and a crumbling society. The middle class Blacks might have served as role models to those less fortunate. The Whites didn’t care about them either. Everyone that could afford to get out, got out.
So what can be done about it? I don’t know. The problem seems almost intractable. So I guess the only real solution here would be some sort of gentrification. Concentrated poverty is a very dangerous thing. As I’ve shown before, it can turn White people violent as well like it did in NYC tenements or as it currently does in Glasgow.
Spreading the poor out a bit should help. And it should also make their behavior better through cultural osmosis.
I can imagine no worse situation than being a Black kid raised by a poor single mother where the only male role models are thuggish rappers and drug dealers. They need to see other things and get out of that box. They need something positive to aspire to.
High unemployment. When unemployment is high, it makes working in the dark side of the economy more seductive. I’m sure many of these kids coming up would like to be able to make a decent living and not have to worry about ending up in jail or getting gunned down. But the fewer jobs there are, the more it makes the risk of selling drugs seem worth it. Even fairly decent people will start acting shady if that’s the only way they have to survive.
Well one major problem is that many blue collar jobs that Blacks used to do for a living wage either went to China or went to illegal aliens. It wasn’t uncommon to see Black carpenters, drywallers, construction workers, meatpackers, etc.
Now these jobs are almost all entirely done by Mexicans illegally in the country. This was a huge issue in the rebuilding of New Orleans after Katrina. There were a lot of Blacks out of work that wanted those construction jobs, and they were livid that they were going to Mexicans who aren’t even citizens and don’t even have any roots in the city. How can anyone not feel their pain?
The gutting of solid blue collar work has had a huge effect on Rust Belt White America but it has been an utter disaster for Black America. I see no easy solution here either.
Music. I also thing the music is a problem. Now maybe it’s an issue of art imitating life, or it’s the other way around, I don’t know. But I do think it has something of a feedback loop effect. A lot or rap music, even if not explicitly advocating violence, tends to reinforce a lot of selfish attitudes, hyper-materialism, fast money, fast women, party hard, a lot of Machiavellianism. It’s pervasive, even in the more lukewarm hiphop music.
Sometimes it’s just the attitude. The anger. One rarely sees rappers smiling or seeming happy unless surrounded by money, bling and sexy women. This stuff has to stop, and if I had a kid, I’d be very careful about what they listen to.
That said, not all rap music is like that, a lot of it is positive and life affirming. Some of it is great to dance too or just enjoy in the background if you have the smarts to not get caught up in the Machiavellian stuff.
It should also be noted that not all “Black music” is like this. The majority of Black music is not rap and does not contain violent lyrics. Unfortunately though, most of the music young Black males of the inner city listen to will be rap and often with terrible messages. What can anyone do about this? Not much, as long as there’s a first amendment, rappers can pretty much talk about whatever they want sell their music to whomever they want, most of which is bought by Whites anyway.
Sorry I don’t have any easy solutions, but these are just a few things that contribute to the issue.


As for feminism, and I assume we’re talking about feminism of the more militant variety, the Pandora’s Box is open on that one. I wish things had stayed with equity feminism, and we could’ve left it there. But it then evolved into an assault on gender roles and gender as some sort of social construct rather than biological reality. That’s what happens when people with PhD’s take over the movement.
I know it’s not realistic for every American man to find a foreign woman, but for those that can, I think that’s the best solution. Foreign women are much more enjoyable to be around.

UK Grime Music


Interesting stuff. UK Blacks have created their own type of gangsta rap which is quite a bit different from the US stuff. About midway through the set, the group splits into two, but not after a huge round of hugs and all-around loving. Then one group goes outside. The camera follows them as warmth, love and kindness flow lazily through the scene. It was a 1960’s Love-in all over again, just missing the incense. Love makes the world go round!

Listening to these grime videos, why is it that I find ghetto looking Black guys with thick London British accents so funny? For some reason, every time I think of a thick British accent, I think of a White person, or at the outside a South Asian, Pakistani or Indian. I’m not sure if I have ever heard a Black person with a think British accent before. Especially a ghetto nigga type, which I associate with the US, with a think urban London accent, sounds totally hilarious!

What In the Hell is the Matter With White Boys These Days?

I can’t seem to figure out White boys these days. I swear to God, they are turning into Black people. Like the mysterious Flynn Effect, the Wigger Effect changes are occurring much too fast to be due to genetic changes, so environmental changes must be at work. Social scientists are busy at work during to untangle the mysterious Wigger Effect.
The Wigger Effect holds many interesting questions for the future, assuming it continues. In the future, will White Wiggers be eligible for Affirmative Action also? Is the offspring of a Wigger and a White woman biracial? Is the offspring of a Wigger and a Black woman pure Black? Are IQ tests biased against Wiggers too? If a Wigger beats up a Black dude (assuming that’s even possible) is it a Hate Crime or Black on Black violence? We have seen the first Black President. So when will we see the first Wigger President?
As an aside, this* has to be one of the worst music videos ever made. Shout out to whoever did it. Like 50’s sci-fi flicks, it’s a masterpiece in a certain sense.
I have some comments.
Why did this kid hire his Mom to be a go-go dancer in his video? Or is that his sister? Or is it a hooker he hired for $50? If it’s his Mom, she sure is hot! If it’s his sister, forget it. If it’s a hooker, I want to know what she will do for $100?
Is that his Dad’s motorcycle?
Why did this video have to be 5 minutes long. At the 3 minute mark, I realized I would have to watch two more minutes of this, and I swear to God I almost committed suicide.
Is this kid retarded? Does he have Down’s Syndrome? Cerebal palsy? Was this done for the Make a Wish Foundation? Was this kid in the Special Olympics?
Those flips in the backyard are pretty gangsta.
This guy hails from Halliburton, Ontario, Canada. His next album is going to be called “Straight Outa Halliburton.”
Kids, listen, this is why you need to stay in school. This is what happens when you drop out. Seriously.
That layup was weak. You ain’t no baller.
If this kid was Black, he would probably be on B.E.T., right?
I am thinking maybe we should make it against the law for White people to act like Black people. I mean Black people acting like Black people, well, that’s just natural. But White people acting like Black people, that’s like a crime against nature, you know?
I asked some of my gangsta friends to watch this video. These are their comments: “Fuck yea! Boostalk all up in dis joint.” “Look out Jay-Z! There’s a new king in town!” “Boostalk is the numba one hustla!!” “The girl is mad busted!” “Mad beats dawg!” “Those are some sick flips and shit.”
*The video is Boostalk doing We Gon Rock. The video was reportedly made on a $50 budget. I guess the $50 was to hire the dancing escort girl.


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