I’m not really sure, but in the middle of a break he kinda just walked in. Well anyways, he killed the freestyle session and he asked us if DR Period produced “Triumph”. I know you all aren’t Hip-Hop heads persay but for those of you that know what I’m talking about, you’re definitely screaming at the Rap Gods right now. Click the pic to download the show.

My brother from the same mother Prophit murdered this one here. Wanted to share it with those who have yet to see it. I also wanted to show you guys my amateur video editing skills, haha. Props to Matik! Let me know what you think in the comments!

I’m not really sure why I haven’t posted this here already when it’s been on my YouTube for like a week. But anyways, I’ve been bumping a lot of Gucci Mane lately and this episode shows just that. GUCCCI!

(Hit that “HQ” button at the bottom right for your most optimum viewing pleasure ;])

There’s no description necessary.

Download: THE HUNGER PAINS EP!!!

Shouts out to:

D-McMuffin

Albeatik

Midus Touch

I wrote a verse to the outro instrumental to DOOM’s new album “Born Like This”. Figured that I’d probably never record it so I decided to share it with ya’ll.

Lyrics:

Spank yah smelly much, LOLO 3 stacks,
Serving pancakes, chocolate caramel, see that?
These cats, never pay homage, just rhyme spilling.
Emimem, Redman, Ghostface, Villain…
THANK YAH! For inspiration unlimited.
The only way I can craft verses so intricate.
Let’s play the sims, you be John, I’ll be Jim.
The radio’s a circus, what their doing has to be a sin.

Christ, reincarnate already!
Tell Betty, to stop giving brains to Freddy!
Tell DJ Envy to stop sexing Leslie!
Play Hip Hop Presley! make the PD ya enemy!
Fans, open ya eyes and see the payola.
Hip-Hop and fashion done turned to Crayola.
As long as my lungs extract like herbal essence ingrediants,
Hip-Hop is a priority, immediate!
On the daily, I’m a stand up comedian.
Repeating, dreams I had with demons,
trying seman, on the faces of human beings.
So if I spazz, for no fucking reason,
don’t be mad i just had a bad fucking night.
Awkward right? Rewind the track, I saw the light.
Holla’d at a chick, her girl came so I fought the dyke.
I’m a coward right? But you listen to Florida.
You’s don’t even get my lines, call your own coroner.
See dummy? You point at me, see funny.
I could rap about you, make my money.
And you’ll give me dap, sucking on ya Dum Dum.
Sip a little bit of rum, but you be slipping up dun dun.
Throwing up, on the 89 Subaru.
You thought that she liked you, she was just using you.
Stupid fools! Fucking Hip-Hop bafoons!
I’m sorry, but I don’t fuck with ya looney toons…

While I keep you guys waiting for the tape (it won’t be too long I promise!), I shall keep you entertained one way or another. In this episode catch me bullshitting, smoking (what’s new? haha) and freestyling a new track that has yet to be tweaked for LloyalMania. STAY TUNED!

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I’ve spent a large amount of time there. Given, I worked at Bloomingdales, SoHo for almost a year but by the time I started that job, I was already sick of SoHo. Now when I go down, I front like I hate it so much. But, that’s just not possible. I just hate the people that tend to populate SoHo now, as opposed to the actual location. Recently, I went on a couple of “smoke walks” around the blocks south of Houston St. and found myself reminiscing. But as I recollect and point, some ex co-workers of mine are noting that the spots I remember visiting oh so often don’t exist anymore.

Clientele, NYC

Clientele wasn’t always the biggest (or the best) shop, but every once in a while they had that heat you needed! How many of ya’ll remember the Ghostface shirt? That was a must have! So we continue walking and another disappearance is noted.

Nort / Recon, NYC

The craziest thing I remember about Nort / Recon is when 3 or 4 days before the release of the Stash Air Force 1’s & Air Max 95’s (please google for images) there already was a line of kids lining up. To me, that was absurd! I mean, there were times where I would wait a couple hours, but I never did an overnighter. Not to mention, 3 or 4 days! As we continue on to walk (and smoke of course), we find ourselves on Wooster St. It is here where we find our final fallen “sneaker boutique”.

Stussy, NYC

Stussy is probably the shop that I visited the least in my many visits to SoHo but either way, I’m saddened to see all these stores go away. Each of them remind me of different times I had. Whether I remember that day because I purchased a shirt at one of these stores, or something went down around that store, the memories are unlimited. My mind state is very far from where it was when I was all into kicks, but as with anything that someone shares history with, I do care. So this is my formal goodbye to the ill-fated sneaker boutiques, just another victim to this horrible recession.

I’ve always thought this song was very enjoyable even if is a little overplayed. But this video is incredible. It’s been out for a while now but I’m sure there’s still a handful of you who have yet to see this. Shit, I just saw it for the first time last week, peep:

(Make sure the “HQ” button on the bottom right is highlighted. It’s only to your benefit)

Yes! For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted a pair.

They’ve been well celebrated in Hip-Hop from Illmatic NaS to the Madvillain himself:

“Throwing divine rules to come through, we will over charge you’s
Fool, and won’t feel remorse for shit
Except for one time, once I had took my fronts out and lost them shits”

Fronts were forgotten for quite sometime until H-Town took over Hip-Hop for a couple of months and Paul Wall reintroduced the trend:

It wasn’t long before the rest of Hip-Hop followed suit with their signature Paul Wall grills. Speaking of free promotion:

Now we know that jewelry is no stranger to Hip-Hop. In fact if it wasn’t for diamonds, drugs, and violence, what would most of these rappers rap about? I’ve never been a fan of the big face watches, or the iced out pinky rings, or the chains that I just find to be a hyperbole. But, I’ve always had this desire for a pair of gold fronts. I’m proud to say that I got fitted for a pair today. For those that have no idea what I’m talking about, the jeweler needs to get a mold of your teeth in order to customize the fronts for you. No diamonds, no designs, just solid gold with the fangs and just on the top. That’s my steez. I’ll have them on Monday (given that all goes well), pictures shall follow soon after!

P.S. I know there were countless other pioneers (i.e. way before NaS) that were sporting fronts. So please save your “I’m gonna school your young ass” speeches now. I chose NaS as the start of this short timeline simply because when you mention fronts to me, that’s who my brain resides with.

Without further adieu…