Mim's the word - that means please stop rapping.

Did anyone notice that in its latest expose' on the creative genius of all-galaxy rap artist Mims, the Village Voice is taking on Vibe and The Source for a dominant position in rap and RB publishing?

A sampler of some of the journalistic gems laid down by Rob Harvilla, clearly on his way to a Rappy award:

"First of all, no one calls it "Frisco" except rhyme-starved rappers, and the only worthwhile MCs living anywhere near Sacramento are in prison."

"As these claims and predictions are speculative, there are more possible outcomes; it seems reasonable to assert that Mims can't sell more than a mil' sayin' nothin'."

"Since we're feeling charitable we'll assume all of Mims's women are hot; with regard to our own conquests, it's best to be honest with ourselves."

Elevating a drinking game to an art form.

This guy is a cocky bastard--and a goddamn hero at the game of Beirut. But the moving skateboard one is just obnoxious.

From the creators of Dick In A Box...

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Once clean-cut rap image goes UGLY

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you cross-bred the in-your-face dorkery of Nelly with the hard-hitting lameness of 50 Cent? What if you named the product Karl and then sent him away to school for an advanced degree in public policy? Search no more.