Doctor Wily
CapcomSwag
I know for a fact he was Anti-jew 
Was Michael Jackson pro black?
- Thread starter TheBigBopper
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Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Not necessarily sure he'd be considered pro black by coli standards...
Cause while Mike was proud of his black heritage and spoke up on injustices, he was also a believer of world peace and I know many coli nikkas don't fukk with that ideology. He believed the world could be cured of hate and everyone could love one another....Personally I don't know if that's possible in this country but I respected him for wanting that
Cause while Mike was proud of his black heritage and spoke up on injustices, he was also a believer of world peace and I know many coli nikkas don't fukk with that ideology. He believed the world could be cured of hate and everyone could love one another....Personally I don't know if that's possible in this country but I respected him for wanting that
TheBigBopper
Banned
nikkas just can’t separate the talent from the man and admit he was on thatBush this thread . You already know some kats can't wait to shyt on Michael Jackson.
What about the surgeries and white children?
His daughter is a Nubian princess
Let’s examine the facts.
Pro Black
- Had one of the largest private black book collections +2
- Mostly had black people in his bands and music videos +5
- Donated millions to black causes +3
- Called out racist ass cacs like Tommy Motola late in his career +1
Reasons why he was on that
- Had dozens of surgeries to get rid of his black facial features - 5
- Had white children (I can understand if one of em looked white, but all three? That’d be incredibly rare and let’s not act like MJ was originally a light skinned black man) - 5
- Had all those white kids over at his house - 0
- Only married white women - 0 ( Mike wasn't beating up no guts, and I really believe he was either a creep or asexual and of course only a cave bytch can get down with that shyt so It don't matters what he married.)
Dynamite James
The Main attraction
nikkas just can’t separate the talent from the man and admit he was on that
I'm pretty sure a lot of people don't agree with a lot of his personal choices. I know I don't. I'm not going to stop being a fan because he had plastic surgery .
The discussion is tired to be honest. Especially in 2018. It's not like he was out there shyttin on black folks publicly like some of these black public figures out here today.
If anything I'll say he was on code.
Kyle C. Barker
Migos VERZUZ Mahalia Jackson
I know for a fact he was Anti-jew
Jew me, screw me, everybody do me
kick me, kike me, dont you black or white me
He said that shyt and still went on to sell tens of millions more records.
Even went to Tel Aviv as part of the tour.
TheBigBopper
Banned
You don’t think getting rid of all your African features is implicitly shytting on black people?
Dynamite James
The Main attraction
That's his own personal choice..... Plus you don't even know why exactly he wanted the surgeries in the first place. Everything else is speculation on your part.. We already know he had insecurities due to his father. You have all these people out here having all kinds of surgeries and you want to dwell on Michael Jackson? 30 years later? It's been talked about to death.
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Dynamite James
The Main attraction
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get these nets
Veteran
LET THE LATE GREAT VETERAN LIVE
You sure?At least (Prince) stayed black
Prince ran with the biracial story early in his career during interviews.
His die hard fans cop pleas and make excuses for why he did it.
Rolling Stone #337
1981
Will the little girls understand?
Bill Adler
Snaking out from the wings toward center stage at the Ritz, prancing like a pony with his hands on his hips and then flinging a clorine kick with a coquettish toss of his head, Prince is androgyny personified. Slender and doe-eyed, with a faint pubescent mustache, he is bare-chested beneath a gray, hip-length Edwardian jacket. There’s a raffish red scarf at this neck, and he’s wearing tight black bikini briefs, thigh-high black leg-warmers and black-fringed go-go boots. With his racially and sexually mixed five-piece band churning out the terse rhythms of “Sexy Dancer” behind him, the effect is at once truly sexy and more than a little disorienting , and his breathy falsetto only adds to his ambiguity – for sheer girlish vulnerability, there’s no one around to touch him: not Michael Jackson, not even fourteen-year-old soul songbird Stacy Lattisaw. At age twenty, Prince may be the unlikeliest rock star, black or white, in recent memory—but a star he definitely is.
As quickly becomes apparent, Prince’s lyrics bear little relation to standard AM radio floss. In addition to bald sexual come-ons and twisted love plaints, he champions the need for independence and self-expression. And one song, “Uptown,” is, among other things, an antiwar chant. Further complicating the proceedings are the heavy-metal moans Prince wrenches out of his guitar and the punchy dance-rock rhythms of his band (bassist Andre Cymone, guitarist Dez dikkerson, keyboardists Lisa Coleman and Dr. Fink and drummer Bobby Z.), all of whom are longtime cohorts from Prince’s hometown—Minneapolis, of all places.
“I grew up on the borderline,” Prince says after the show. “I had a bunch of white friends, and I had a bunch of black friends. I never grew up in any one particular culture.” The son of a half-black father and an Italian mother who divorced when he was seven, Prince pretty much raised himself from the age of twelve, when he formed his first band. Oddly, he claims that the normalcy and remoteness of Minneapolis provided just artistic nourishment he needed.
“We basically got all the new music and dances three months late, so I just decided that I was gonna do my own thing. Otherwise, when we did split Minneapolis, we were gonna be way behind and dated. The white radio stations were mostly country, and the one black radio station was really boring to me. For that matter, I didn’t really have a record player when I was growing up, and I never got a chance to check out Hendrix and the rest of them because they were dead by the time I was really getting serious. I didn’t even start playing guitar until 1974.”
With his taste for outlandish clothes and his “lunatic” friends, Prince says he “took a lot of heat all the time. People would say something about our clothes or the way we looked or who we were with, and we’d end up fighting. I was a very good fighter,” he says with a soft, shy laugh. “I never lost. I don’t know if I fight fair, but I go for it. That’s what ’Uptown’ is about—we do whatever we want, and those who cannot deal with it have a problem within themselves.”
Prince has written, arranged, performed and produced three albums to date (For You, Prince and Dirty Mind), all presenting the same unique persona. Appearances to the contrary, though, he says he’s not gay, and he has a standard rebuff for overenthusiastic male fans: “I’m not about that; we can be friends, but that’s as far as it goes. My sexual preferences really aren’t any of their business.” A Penthouse “Pet of the Month” centerfold laid out on a nearby table silently underscores his point.
It took Prince six months alone in the studio to concoct his 1978 debut album, because, he says, “I was younger then.” Prince required six weeks. He controlled the making of both records, but notes that they were “overseen” by record company and management representatives. Dirty Mind, however, was made in isolation in Minneapolis. “Nobody knew what was going on, and I became totally engulfed in it,” he says. “It really felt like me for once.”
The result of this increased freedom was a collection of songs celebrating incest ("Sister") and oral sex ("Head") in language raw enough to merit a warning sticker on the album’s cover. “When I brought it to the record company it shocked a lot of people,” he says. “But they didn’t ask me to go back and change anything, and I’m real grateful. Anyway, I wasn’t being deliberately provocative. I was being deliberately me.”
Obviously, judging by the polished eclecticism of Dirty Mind, being himself is the best course. “I ran away from home when I was twelve,” Prince says. “I’ve changed address in Minneapolis thirty-two times, and there was a great deal of loneliness. But when I think about it, I know I’m here for a purpose, and I don’t worry about it so much.”
His die hard fans cop pleas and make excuses for why he did it.
Rolling Stone #337
1981
Will the little girls understand?
Bill Adler
Snaking out from the wings toward center stage at the Ritz, prancing like a pony with his hands on his hips and then flinging a clorine kick with a coquettish toss of his head, Prince is androgyny personified. Slender and doe-eyed, with a faint pubescent mustache, he is bare-chested beneath a gray, hip-length Edwardian jacket. There’s a raffish red scarf at this neck, and he’s wearing tight black bikini briefs, thigh-high black leg-warmers and black-fringed go-go boots. With his racially and sexually mixed five-piece band churning out the terse rhythms of “Sexy Dancer” behind him, the effect is at once truly sexy and more than a little disorienting , and his breathy falsetto only adds to his ambiguity – for sheer girlish vulnerability, there’s no one around to touch him: not Michael Jackson, not even fourteen-year-old soul songbird Stacy Lattisaw. At age twenty, Prince may be the unlikeliest rock star, black or white, in recent memory—but a star he definitely is.
As quickly becomes apparent, Prince’s lyrics bear little relation to standard AM radio floss. In addition to bald sexual come-ons and twisted love plaints, he champions the need for independence and self-expression. And one song, “Uptown,” is, among other things, an antiwar chant. Further complicating the proceedings are the heavy-metal moans Prince wrenches out of his guitar and the punchy dance-rock rhythms of his band (bassist Andre Cymone, guitarist Dez dikkerson, keyboardists Lisa Coleman and Dr. Fink and drummer Bobby Z.), all of whom are longtime cohorts from Prince’s hometown—Minneapolis, of all places.
“I grew up on the borderline,” Prince says after the show. “I had a bunch of white friends, and I had a bunch of black friends. I never grew up in any one particular culture.” The son of a half-black father and an Italian mother who divorced when he was seven, Prince pretty much raised himself from the age of twelve, when he formed his first band. Oddly, he claims that the normalcy and remoteness of Minneapolis provided just artistic nourishment he needed.
“We basically got all the new music and dances three months late, so I just decided that I was gonna do my own thing. Otherwise, when we did split Minneapolis, we were gonna be way behind and dated. The white radio stations were mostly country, and the one black radio station was really boring to me. For that matter, I didn’t really have a record player when I was growing up, and I never got a chance to check out Hendrix and the rest of them because they were dead by the time I was really getting serious. I didn’t even start playing guitar until 1974.”
With his taste for outlandish clothes and his “lunatic” friends, Prince says he “took a lot of heat all the time. People would say something about our clothes or the way we looked or who we were with, and we’d end up fighting. I was a very good fighter,” he says with a soft, shy laugh. “I never lost. I don’t know if I fight fair, but I go for it. That’s what ’Uptown’ is about—we do whatever we want, and those who cannot deal with it have a problem within themselves.”
Prince has written, arranged, performed and produced three albums to date (For You, Prince and Dirty Mind), all presenting the same unique persona. Appearances to the contrary, though, he says he’s not gay, and he has a standard rebuff for overenthusiastic male fans: “I’m not about that; we can be friends, but that’s as far as it goes. My sexual preferences really aren’t any of their business.” A Penthouse “Pet of the Month” centerfold laid out on a nearby table silently underscores his point.
It took Prince six months alone in the studio to concoct his 1978 debut album, because, he says, “I was younger then.” Prince required six weeks. He controlled the making of both records, but notes that they were “overseen” by record company and management representatives. Dirty Mind, however, was made in isolation in Minneapolis. “Nobody knew what was going on, and I became totally engulfed in it,” he says. “It really felt like me for once.”
The result of this increased freedom was a collection of songs celebrating incest ("Sister") and oral sex ("Head") in language raw enough to merit a warning sticker on the album’s cover. “When I brought it to the record company it shocked a lot of people,” he says. “But they didn’t ask me to go back and change anything, and I’m real grateful. Anyway, I wasn’t being deliberately provocative. I was being deliberately me.”
Obviously, judging by the polished eclecticism of Dirty Mind, being himself is the best course. “I ran away from home when I was twelve,” Prince says. “I’ve changed address in Minneapolis thirty-two times, and there was a great deal of loneliness. But when I think about it, I know I’m here for a purpose, and I don’t worry about it so much.”
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staticshock
Veteran
If a singer did all that in this age the coli would disown him & take his black card
Funny how rules are different for some folks on here
Funny how rules are different for some folks on here
Dynamite James
The Main attraction
If a singer did all that in this age the coli would disown him & take his black card
Funny how rules are different for some folks on here
How old are you?
This is legit one of the dumbest threads in Coli history..
O.P. is a cac agent
O.P. is a cac agent
Again, when your own dad calls you "****** nose", beats on you constantly, and strikes fear in your heart like batman... that will fukk you up.
Jackson was pro-black, he just couldn't achieve with his appearance. He didn't want to look his dad, and his constant bullying + vitiligo made him never satisfied with his appearance.