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Khalil Amani is a B*#$h-Ass Neega!

By the other Khalil Amani

How y’all durrrin’? How am I durrrin’? Just fine! Thank you for asksin!` I know! I know! You’re reading the title and scratching your head and asking yourself, “Is Khalil really gonna ether himself?” The answer is, “Yep!” (I'm gonna finger-fuck a few of the things being said about me!)

I got to thinking that I’ve handed out so many literary “L’s”—the Arkansas YouTuber and Bulletz Gotti and Wax Dawg and Derrick Williams and Monty Woodgrain and Hassan Campbell—I’ve written so hellaciously about these characters & miscreants, so much so that I’m starting to feel like a bully! I’m glad to see that neegas like YouTubers, T Bone From Colors & Bulletz Gotti & Derrick Williams & Monty Woodgrain are firing back at me! That would-be rapist from Philly, Derrick Williams recently said, “Khalil Amani! Get cancer and die!” (Sorry to inform you Derrick-oh-boy, but I did get cancer and kicked cancer’s ass! We’re both in our fifties Mr. “One Boy in the Comment Section,” so watch what you wish for—and the evil that you spew. Karma issa… you know the rest!) These nigglets are serious about this YouTube thingy! Damn! All I said once upon a blog was, “Fuck Derrick Williams!”—but I only meant it in the spirit of YouTube banter! "Sheeshus Khyrst" (Shout-out to Remy Ma!)—These neegas are wholly invested in this YouTube community! I only do this for shits & giggles and wish no harm or bad health upon anyone—even a fuck neega like Derrick Williams who fantasizes about raping women!

So again, I got to thinking, “How would I write about myself if I were trying to disrespect myself?” I started thinking that—to make this a fair fight, I’ll give myself some of my own literary medicine.

One thing I learned years ago from one of my favorite comics and good friends—Rodney Dangerfield (R.I.P.) was that self-deprecation is pure liberation. What do I mean? Making fun of one’s self—not taking one’s self so seriously is how we should all see ourselves—because, in the Grand Scheme of the Universe, we ain’t shit—not even a pebble on the beach! We are simply energy—protoplasms & organisms of the highest earthly life-form, yet, and perhaps the lowest form of energy, which has so recently materialized from That Great Cosmic & Chaotic Abyss we call, “The Universe.”

But enough of that intellectual shit! I’m on that bullshit right now.

I’m gonna help the faceless & nameless YouTuber, “T Bone From Colors”—a troll account built on the premise of keeping himself out of harm’s way, criticism and examination by not allowing us into his personal space. I get it. Some people just want to remain anonymous, while speaking on other people’s lives. They are called “voyeurs.” They like to watch people fuck (live)—watch us exhibitionists get it in with living life and sharing our lives with the world. Living a life that borders on boredom & complacency—its better that they try to deconstruct the life of someone like Khalil Amani, whose led a tumultuous & zany life—“livin’ la vida loca,” as the song says. But I’m gonna be their Bitch-Ass Neega this time!

T Bone’s forte is cutting and splicing tidbits & snippets of audio from people like myself, without any contextualization to make a person look fucked up. Indeed, he did a pretty good job on Hassan Campbell, simply because most of us had already heard Hassan’s words, so it was easy. Not so with Khalil Amani—An old-head whose popularity in these YouTube streets is minimal at best, so much of the things I’ve said—come as "shocking" to fuck-neegas like the very UN-funny and would-be/wannabe “comedian” who’s “comedy” is eternally and perpetually stuck in YouTube Land—I’m tallumbout Monty Woodgrain—a guy who would question why I kissed my former cult leader on the lips—and wrote about seeing my mother having sex when I was 10 years old and questioning those aberrant feelings—this, from the neega that took his so-called “comedy” to lengths uncharted, by having sex with a dildo and a male blow-up doll—simulating homosexual sex—and doing a great job of it by the way—all for our entertainment. 

But yeah! I’m the Bitch-Ass Neega!

The simplicity of neegas is astonishing! That pie-face Monty doesn’t know if he wants to pursue comedy or throw his hat into the journalism arena. Butt-hurt as all get-out, that I gave him a limp-dick lashing over his terrible comedic timing in disrespecting Ronald Savage, this neega has sent an Uber to my front door! He wants to see Khalil Amani on these YouTube streets—face to face! Great! Dimwitted as a doorknob, this Monty fellow can’t even decipher that the video he’s listening to was horribly edited and has me saying, “Suckin’ dick and taking dick up my ass.” Horrible editing at its finest—ala T Bone From Colors, yet this simpleton—Miscreant Monty attempts to breakdown words that I never said! T Bone is playing the shit out of him! T Bone’s using Monty because Monty has 11,000 subscribers and T Bone only has a measly 500 or so subscribers. You’ve gotta love these guys! They can be sold ice in Iceland! They will buy fire in hell and Miscreant Monty is proof-positive that gullibility and ignorance go hand in hand. Sorry Monty! I never said I “sucked dick and take dick up my ass!” Neither did I say I “found Jesus.” (I’m not a Christian.)

YouTuber Pie-face 3-Card Monty Woodgrain. 21st century coon extraodinaire! UN-funny.

How do you let a no-named faceless motherfucker like T Bone just sell you any ol’ bullshit without referencing the source from whence my voice came? Are you aware that we live in the age where people can slice & dice & splice people’s words together and make it appear that they’ve actually said the things you’re listening to? And then, you, Miscreant Monty, in your simplicity hear my words and have a conniption fit: “Oh my God! I can’t believe this shit! I’m gonna break this down!” Break what down? Manipulated words you Simple-Simon motherfucker! T Bone manipulated my words and manipulated your channel. T Bone From Colors ran a “Three Card Monty” on you Monty! You got used Monty! You’re a dumb-fuck Monty! Instead of going over to Sa Neter’s channel and listening to the video of my interview from a year ago—you took T Bone’s chopped up fuckery and ran with it! That shit was new to your ear, eh? The video is a year old and since that time—Sa Neter, Michael Edwards and myself have become good friends in these YouTube streets. Monty! You’re a "day late and a dollar short!" T Bone used you fuck-boy!

See Monty? All you had to do is listen to the original interview and you would've told T Bone From Colors, "I'm cool with that! I listened to the original interview and clearly, you edited Amani's words. I don't like that motherfucker either, but I'll deal with him on some realness! Your shit is fake T Bone!" PS. This interview was last year! Shout-out to Sa Neter & Michael Edwards for the spirited exchange back then!

Khalil Amani is a Bitch-Ass Neega! Like really! “Wakanda” man? What kind of man tells the world that he once kissed his cult leader on the lips? This neega Khalil Amani has got to have homosexual tendencies! Yo! Khalil! Where you sexually attracted to your cult leader? Did you close your eyes when you kissed him? You know! Like you were his bitch? Let me think…. It was 35 years ago, so the old man doesn’t quite recollect and remember, but if my spirit serves me right, I’d have to say that it was what my cult leader called a “holy kiss”—on some spiritual ish with no sexual connotation—but I know y’all trolls don’t wanna hear that, so, for you, I’ll say I was extremely turned on kissing my cult leader. Later that day, he bent me over his desk and butt-fucked all hell out of me! Now. Does that fit your narrative? (Can’t wait for T Bone to splice this shit up! Don’t let me down homie!)

Khalil Amani is a Bitch-Ass Neega!

Bulletz Gotti, parroting and aping and regurgitating and copying Hassan “Papi” Campbell’s narrative of Khalil Amani’s life as a government informant, which I’ve readily admitted—says I was a snitch—that I was not a civilian, but a hardened street dude who snitched on my cult leader after I got busted for selling drugs. I was a drug dealer! Now! I ask you, “Does this bitch-ass Jheri-curl wearing stripper look like a drug dealer to you?”

After stripping, I’d go to all my local spots—my traps and collect money. Sometimes I’d show up with glitter on my face with my G-string peeping from my sagging jeans. Niggas knew not to question my gangster tho!

Oh yes! I was one of Miami’s most fear & revered & notorious drug dealers—running with the likes of Big Ike, Convertible Bert and the Boobie Boys Gang! I used to fuck The Godmother Griselda Blanco in her Miami Beach penthouse! I hit it first Charles Cosby! I was feared as fuck! I was such a bad-ass that Don Diva and F.E.D.S. magazines tried to get me on their covers! Is this what you wanna believe about me—Hassan & Bullet-Head? Is this why I turned federal informant and entered the Federal Witness Protection Program—because I got caught peddling dope and needed a way out, so I informed on my former cult leader? You got me! Bulletz Gotti & Hassan Campbell—you peeped my game. You’re right! I’m just a Bitch-Ass Neega who was no civilian, but a hardened street criminal who coped a plea to stay out of the pokey (prison)! There! Are you happy now? Not too long ago I reconnected with my L.A. connect and my Miami connect--Freeway Ricky Ross & Convertible Bert, the drug dealer that rapper Rick Ross likes to shout-out on wax. Y'all got me! 

How did Khalil Amani—this bitch-made, bitch-ass, bitch-de-fied, snitching-ass neega go from seeing his mama fucking when he was 10 years old—to joining a cult—to kissing his cult leader on the mouf—to becoming a notorious drug dealer in Miami—to becoming a stripper—to becoming a federal informant—to entering the Federal Witness Protection Program—to marrying with five children and many grandchildren—to earning two college degrees and several certification—to becoming a hip-hop writer for one of hip-hop’s preeminent websites—Allhiphop.com—and writing for one of hip-hop’s preeminent dee jay’s magazine—DJ Kay Slay’s Straight Stuntin Magazine—to writing six (6) books—to having a book written about him (Brother Love: Murder, Money and a Messiah) by a Pulitzer Prize winning writer—to being given the Afrika Bambaataa molestation story first—to being featured on five (5) national TV shows—to being featured in People Magazine—to aligning himself with YouTube greats, Star and Sa Neter? How in thee fuck did this Bitch-Ass Neega accomplish all of this while steadfastly admitting to working for and with the government to incarcerate a black man? When most people have to “Trojan Horse” a “shit-uation”—you know, sneak in the backdoor—Khalil Amani, the Bitch-Ass Neega that he is—openly and transparently told us whom he was upfront and still managed to come into our consciousness. Dare I that this Bitch-Ass Neega Khalil is super-connected to forces seen and unseen—known and unknown? This Bitch-Ass Neega Khalil needs a movie deal! (He's already on it!) And how did this Bitch-Ass-Neega Khalil land a feature in the most popular magazine in America? And them real neegas--Three-Card-Monty Woodgrain can't get a comic gig in his city, at the local YMCA or an old folks home! And T Bone From Colors fries yardbird for eight bucks an hour at the local chicken shack, stuck in career purgatory! 

Listen up people! If you get your information about Khalil Amani from these faceless, nameless and would-be “comics”—let me be the first to say that your information is half-assed, biased, concocted, contrived and misleading. If you’re cool with that, great! Khalil Amani wants and accepts all the smoke! T Bone From Colors—Your posting on Hassan’s mother during her time of woe makes you a faceless, classless, cowardly motherfucker—like that weirdo woud-be killer in the movie, “Scarface” who wanted to ignite a bomb and kill a man’s wife and children, causing Scarface—a killer himself—who believed women & children are off limits. Scarface had to spilt that cracka’s wig all over the front seat of their car—splattered blood and gray matter everywhere! That’s you T Bone! You need your ass beat! You better stay invisible! And Miscreant Monty Woodgrain. You’re just a simp! A stupid little fellow who can be used like a puppet—an unfunny man who feigns like he’s a comedian. You are not funny! Richard Pryor was funny!

Khalil Amani will continue being a Bitch-Ass Neega in these YouTube streets. Be assured of that!

Author, poet, essayist, blogger, troll, satirist, cultural critic, freethinker, father, grandfather, husband & C.O.O.N (Consciously Optimistic, Overtly, Nihilistic), Khalil Amani is "Gay hip-hop's Straight Advocate." A Miami native who writes for Allhiphop.com, DJ Kay Slay’s Straight Stuntin Magazine. He’s been featured in L.A. Times, Miami New Times, Miami Herald, Thump/Vice/Noisey.com, Forward, Spin Magazine, DaveyD.com, DJ Kay Slay's Streetsweeper Sirius XM Radio Show, The Opperman Report, Sa NeterTV, CBS's, "West 57th Street" (1988), The Biography Channel's, "I Survived a Cult" (2010), The Biography Channel's, "Escaping Evil: My Life in a Cult" (2013) and 2018's, ID (Investigation Discovery) Channel in conjunction with People Magazine "Cults." Look for upcoming feature on Mr. Amani in February 2019 on Oxygen Channel and currently in a special edition of People Magazine on cults. Amani is the author of seven books, including the groundbreaking “Hip-Hop Homophobes...” (iuniverse.com ’07). Khalil was the first media person to write about the allegations surrounding Afrika Bambaataa allegedly getting stabbed for date-raping a young man in 2013 and is in the upcoming documentary on the Afrika Bambaataa allegations, Trapped in a Culture. Amani majored in English and Black Studies at San Diego Mesa College and the University of Nebraska. Follow on IG @khalil_amani, Facebook, Twitter @khalilamani. Email @khalilamani@yahoo.com

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