phife dawg's out of love

(phife dawg's out of love... chilling backstage at the KoolHaus in Toronto, September 17 2006)

common's STILL out of love!

common breakdancing at UC Davis in California (check the shirt he's wearing when he takes his jacket off)




common freestyling at UC Davis in California

common's out of love

common, sporting the "I want a Claire Huxtable" t-shirt at his show at the KoolHaus in Toronto (Feb 22nd, 2006).

"out of love" - shad

have you seen the shirt yet?... it says "I want a Claire Huxtable" on the front of it...

There's been a lot of talk about this Claire Huxtable t-shirt recently... so here's the word... the shirt was made as a promo t-shirt for "Shad" (www.shadk.com). Shad's a young hip hop artist from london, ontario (canada!)... and "I want a Claire Huxtable" is a line from his track "Out of Love".

Check the lyrics:

Out Of Love
Written by: Shad

Verse 1 -
Now I’m supposed to be cool under the collar
A student of the dollar
A proven scholar in a school of commerce
A dude whos smooth and stalwart
Who’ll never lose his calm or
Drool and slober like a fool
And fall for a doll like Julia Roberts
But still they get to me
Like destiny’s child don’t drive me wild
Intellectually, but they fresh to see
I guess I’m being a misogynist
And I acknowledge this
The problem is
I just don’t see all girls as goddesses
‘cause so often of them I think less
Like Princess, why’s this silly pseudo-pimp
Pressed against your pink dress?
When he drinks Ex, does his stink breath impress?
Cuz he has no genuine interest and he only thinks sex
Not your heart, soul, or IQ - and why do I know this?
Oh miss, I try boo but I’m a guy too
And so I’m qualified to say
That what a lot of guys display
Are just some hollow lies devised to get play
But I wont apologize ‘cause most of ya’ll ain’t slow chicks
With no wits, so when a pro approaches you should know this
It’s easy decoding the motives of these horny guys
You’re roses but the thorns you expose keep me torn inside
And keep me writing poems devoted to my corny side
So I’ll probably still be home with my folks when I’m 45
But… I’m Out of Love …

Verse 2 -
So I’m not quick to give props to cute
Chicks though they’re hot ‘cause dude
The awful truth is when it comes to love
They ain’t gots a clue
Like how does Pretty Woman constitute a romance?
Some old man that’s got some loot knockin’ boots with a prostitute?!
So homie don’t be lead astray in any way
When women say they want a man
they mean a wallet and a wedding day
still them girls with extensions in their hair
and pretentious inner wear
they leave me all defenseless in their stares
but they don’t care for my attention
which is senseless ‘cause I swear
that there’s no need to mention
good intentioned men are scarce
I want a Clare Huxtable …
I want a Clare Huxtable ya’ll!
See if I had a Clare Huxtable I’d tell her shyly
I’m like the letter “q” – no where without ‘u’ beside me
Now I won’t make this any cheesier
Maybe I don’t hate ‘cause they’re sleazier
But simply ‘cause that way it’s easier
I’m scared to fail so
Even if the chick has got a halo
And a fat tail like J. Lo
I’ll still lay low
This frail soul has only got his pride to protect him
So I’ll deny a connection instead of vie for affection
Plus we find it too soothing to mock the short skirts
‘cause that length tends mirror our sense of self-worth
Sometimes, instead of being free from these confines
It’s safer to stay disgruntled and just pummel dumb minds
With punch lines, without discretion or respect to give ‘em
‘cause a good offense is the best defense … mechanism
I’m out of love…

Verse 3 -
So I don’t feel like telling ya’ll to
Throw your hands in the air
And wave ‘em all around ‘cause I just don’t care
I’m a sharp jerk who keeps his heart’s hurt
Buried deep beneath this smart smirk
And in parts of my darker artwork
My partner’s out there but we ain’t together still
So I better build with someone ‘cause I doubt that we ever will
And if I never feel love at least I’ll never cry
If only fools fall, guess I’m a pretty clever guy
For never trying and just voluntarily stayin’ solitaire
‘cause in all sincerity who wants to marry me?
I’m callous and cold and I’ve grown distant
‘cause most sistren only talk to me
when their man won’t listen
the world’s a stage but not everyone acts right
at the club I’m seeing more tricks than a half-pipe
now I’ll never diss a sister or call one a slut whore
but some honnies is hard-headed like Mt. Rushmore
I’m sorry I swore I won’t bash
But if they treat ya like a substitute teacher
It’s probably ‘cause you got no class
Now hold fast, every woman’s a queen
If you’re as lost as I am then you’d know what I mean
I’m out of love…
This is out of love … (www.shadk.com)