Ted Nugent is scheduled to be interviewed by Colombian prostitute custeez Teh Secret Service tonight backstage before his show in Klan country Oklahoma due to his comments @ this N.R.A. gathering. American race war in 3…2…
Handcancel is one of my all time favorite caucasians from Boston…right up there with my moms. First time we kicked it, he came to a show I was spinning at, and asked if he could get some shit off his chest on the mic real quick. Ever a fan of a shit show, I couldn’t wait for him to crack the mic.
He delivered. He addressed the crowd asking who stole his bag of coke in the bathroom. People were stunned. He elaborated. He spoke of how he arrived there with cocaine…he had it at the bar…then he went to take a piss…and poof. Gone. “Perhaps one of YOU have my cocaine!” Everyone was shocked.
Needless to say, the promoter and bar staff asked him to be shut down immediately. An hour later on a sqwally break outside, I ask him what the hell that was all about. He explains it was a metaphor. He didn’t have coke with him. He saw a rapper/producer in the crowd who had used a Handcancel produced beat as his own without giving Handcancel credit.
“HE knew what I was talking about…that’s all that matters.” Pow.
Dude stays on some experimental shit from Reggae to Rock. A man of principle. Someone who will chastize a crowd for stealing his coke to make an abstract point to one individual. My ninja.
Here go his latest creation – “Buy An Album” (Animation by Preston Spurlock)
I literally got choked up watching this shit. Those little girls witnessing the worst in adults and parenthood…and it’s prolly just another random Tuesday morning argument between mom and dad. This dude has no clue what damage he’s inflicting on his girls. Nothing like the memory of seeing mom pinned down on the cement while dad tells the neighborhood she’ll get murked next time. And SMH @ random people taping and casually walking by…Now I know how Knife felt ):
If I were paid out the rectum, I don’t know that I would entertain the whole billionaire boys club hobby of attending fashion shows. I assume the main motivation is meeting model type bishez…but there’s nothing sexy about a Holocaust victim in a skirt to me. The whole scene seems shallow and sterile. People at these shows make a big deal about getting there, then once there, front like they’re disinterested and stay fuckin with they phones. Not to mention all the Aryan wet-haired douchebags you have to bump into in the bathroom.
Anyways, fast forward to :57 and peep a Jood out Shyne sitting next to Diddy asking himself what the fuck he was thinking coming to this bullshit.
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Shit’s gotten a lil b soft around here the last few days. Trees concerned about kittens, BBB and Stoor discussing feelings, Knife victimized by a 7th grade homeroom class… Man up my ninjas! Here go an hour of Sean P.
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“i miss Guru, FUCK how Solar feels”
not sure if this is too hip-hop for anybody here but nobody spoke about this so im puttin it out there…..you dont like it thats cool just remember you have to go thru life knowing you suck….
for the record i always hated E-40….thought he sucked hard and couldnt understand why people like Knife and Jiggy (both highly trained in the art of hip-hop & house music) would boast about someone like this…….some time later i heard “super sic wid it” “ima D-boy” & “king of rock” and i then knew what those 2 ravers where talking about….
now mind you i havent gone outta my way for any E-40 but my Sirius XM was bumpin this the other day and i almost swerved off the road in my scraper to relapse on a flavored dutch dipped in a cup of liquid perc’s while wearing an over sized jersey……i didnt but the whole scene flashed before me, anyways peep his “sucka repellent” flow
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New York, 1986: a city of big dreams and equally big problems. Like New York itself, hip-hop music encompassed both of these human conditions. But hip-hop and its cultural birthplace shared other important characteristics, too: the desire to always be original, a hustle-to-survive ambition, and – if the stars aligned – the ability to come out on top, no matter what the odds.
Dutch filmmaker, journalist and rap fanatic Bram Van Splunteren stepped into the city for one intense week in 1986. He was armed with five things: a camera crew, a map, a deep respect for the hip-hop artform, a list of phone numbers, and a burning desire to get to the bottom of what this still-growing subculture was all about. By the time he left, he had the answers he needed, along with a treasure trove of golden video footage. Tragically, these images never returned from Europe, languishing in obscurity from hip-hop’s homeland for more than a quarter-century. Until now.
Big Fun in the Big Town is about hip-hop when artistry in the game was still at its center. When skills, not hype, got you your first record deal. When Run-DMC took the reins from Doug E Fresh and Grandmaster Flash, paving the way for hundreds of other hitmakers to follow. When a chart-topping LL Cool J still lived with his Grandmother. When the Latin Quarter was the club to be at on any weekend night. And when artists from all backgrounds could taste their own pop chart dreams, just beyond their reach but still seemingly attainable.
This essential, fast-paced documentary shows hip-hop from just about every angle, and approaches its subjects with a journalistic sobriety and respect rarely given to this oft-misunderstood artform and culture, even to this day. It presents worldwide superstars and aspiring rappers, dancers and beatboxers on an even playing field, reminding us that rap was once a wide-open game for anyone with talent to grab at the brass ring of fame.
Commercially available for the first time ever after more than 25 years, Big Fun in the Big Town is nothing short of a revelation.
Guess who wrote the liner notes to this one..
Yep.
Apparently he also has a secret plan for JTTS so we can finally make some money?
JFC. Black people of America, can we make a deal? If a news team is in your neighborhood and you live south of Pennsylvania, just say, ”Sorry, no comment, my cousin from Connecticutt isn’t here to represent me.”
iIdo remember a time where LMNO and the Visionaries were known over here on the east…
so what happened?
well some of the mutual friends hit me off with this and I was “OH OK, OK”
CursedOut does it big on this, the beat reminds me of some old Lik’s shit too and well i like it.. you do you tho
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Aubrey, Lenny Kravitz, Craig David, Boris Kodjoe, Sean Paul, Lisa Bonet, Jordan Farmar, Rashida Jones, and yours truly all have something in common. Aside from being light-skinned faggots, we’re all Black Jews. The list is so impressive I almost left out Sammy Davis Jr. and Jesus H. Christ.
We now have an official anthem thanks to Canada Dry.
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New Daivd Lynch music video about “Crazy Clowns?” ..
Who knows what this is about, or why. I think the answer is because.
David Lynch is a genius and I don’t pretend to understand everything he does. I just know I appreciate it. This shit is fucking weird.
In alot of ways this reminds me of my misadventures at SXSW 2011. But with less nudity.
