D’Prince: A Rapper Or A Singer

Always this statement or question pops out on my mind whenever i listen to songs by d’Prince of mo hits record. No doubt he’s a pure talent and has most definitely conquered the Nigerian mainstream market so no one(i stand to be corrected)is expected to cast doubts over his potency as an artist but then the question on the lips of most Nigerians is; iS d’Prince A Rapper or a Singer?
We all first saw him perfecting his hustle on an “advanced” note on the mo’hits hit track booty call where he spitted some impressive bars.He has also made hits for himself via tracks like OMOBA,OOZE featuring Wande coal and most recently Give It To Me featuring African heavyweight D’Banj. These hit tracks of his when closely listened to do not seem to be done with real rap style and they turn out been impressive.In Give It To Me he seemed to be using incomprehendible words but all the same it became a Hit, maybe because of the tag on him
Recently in Molowo Noni by Samklef on which he was assisted by Wizkid,D’prince and Ice Prince one couldn’t help but stare at the “candy barz” been thrown by the mo’hits man. As Ice Prince took over from him one could discover that there was a clear change in the rap texture of the tune.His(d’prince) style of rap has been criticized constructively by many ardent Nigerian music followers and maybe we think its high time he faces the afro pop kind of music fully and forgot about “grinding rap lines like Mohammed ali”#NoHating Someone ONced aSked if D’Prince would have been signed to Mo Hits if he had no connections to the label; Well, my reply is ummm Yeah considering the fact that he has deliverd nation thrilling hits. I’m a big fan of D’prince but not of his Rap Rhymes!!! You can connect with him here . Do You Feel D’Prince Makes A Good Rapper Than A Singer? dROP yOUR cOMENTS



HuMoUr:Haunted From The Grave

An old man and woman were married for years even though they hated each other. When they had a confrontation, screams and yelling could be heard deep into the night. A constant statement was heard by the neighbors who feared the man the most.

“When I die I will dig my way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!”

They believed he practiced black magic and was responsible for missing cats and dogs, and strange sounds at all hours. He was feared and enjoyed the respect it garnished.

He died abruptly under strange circumstances and the funeral had a closed casket. After the burial, the wife went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow.

The gaiety of her actions were becoming extreme while her neighbors approached in a group to ask these questions: Are you not afraid? Concerned? Worried? that this man who practiced black magic and stated when he died he would dig his way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life?

The wife put down her drink and said, “Let the jerk dig. I had him buried upside down.”

Time FOr A LiTlle Humour Homies-

During the Great Depression, there was a man who walked into a bar one day. He went up to the bartender and said, “Bartender, I’d like to buy the house a round of drinks.”

The bartender said, “That’s fine, but we’re in the middle of the Depression, so I’ll need to see some money first.”

The guy pulled out a huge wad of bills and set them on the bar. The bartender can’t believe what he’s seeing. “Where did you get all that money?” asked the bartender.

“I’m a professional gambler,” replied the man.

The bartender said, “There’s no such thing! I mean, your odds are fifty-fifty at best, right?”

“Well, I only bet on sure things,” said the guy.

“Like what?” asked the bartender.

“Well, for example, I’ll bet you fifty dollars that I can bite my right eye,” he said.

The bartender thought about it. “Okay,” he said.

So, the guy pulled out his false right eye and bit it. “Aw, you screwed me,” said the bartender, and paid the guy his $50.

“I’ll give you another chance. I’ll bet you another fifty dollars that I can bite my left eye,” said the stranger.

The bartender thought again and said, “Well, I know you’re not blind, I mean, I watched you walk in here. I’ll take that bet.” So, the guy pulled out his false teeth and bit his left eye.

“Aw, you screwed me again!” protested the bartender.

“That’s how I win so much money, bartender. I’ll just take a bottle of your best scotch in lieu of the fifty dollars,” said the man.

With that, the guy went to the back room and spent the better part of the night playing cards with some of the locals. After many hours of drinking and card playing, he stumbled up to the bar. Drunk as a skunk, he said, “Bartender, I’ll give you one last chance. I’ll bet you five hundred dollars that I can stand on this bar on one foot and piss into that whiskey bottle on that shelf behind you without spilling a drop.”

The bartender once again pondered the bet. The guy couldn’t even stand up straight on two feet, much less one. “Okay, you’re on,” he said.

The guy climbed up on the bar, stood on one leg, and began pissing all over the place. He hit the bar, the bartender, himself, but not a drop made it into the whiskey bottle.

The bartender was ecstatic. Laughing, the bartender said, “Hey pal, you owe me five hundred dollars!”

The guy climbed down off the bar and said, “That’s okay. I just bet each of the guys in the card room a thousand bucks each that I could piss all over you and the bar and still make you laugh!HEHEHE