Showing posts with label rap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rap. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Yo Who That Is?


I'll bet that's just your babby daddy.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I'll meet you at the spot, cuzn


A mighty strong choice of words for the sub-head.

Monday, February 2, 2009

A political prisoner




Mega Mane bosses courtesy of the Sam Boomsley roving collection.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Just FYI



Inspectah Deck, he's like...he's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you play yourself and all that right? And see you sit there and know you lyin, and he'll take you to court after that, cuz he the Inspectah, and also he the Rebel INS.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Yeah you fat... in the stomach

For our NYU Broome Street friends, hot on the heels of Frownie's request for the freestyle sessions, an interview with Saafir about the backstory and the battle.

First time hearing this led to me finding Casual's album Fear Itself for 99 cents in Discorama (the late, lamented troo one by the West 4th St courts, not the one by Cornelia St) just moments before an anguished Aram. Score.

PS Souls of Mischief's 93 Til Infinity obtained recently near U of Maryland for a hot dollar. FYI.

Behind the scenes at the Review

Heads nationally inquire, "How did he find that?" Well, here is Exhibit A: a simple perusal of Bigg Snoop Dogg's IMDB page (various reasons) led to the discovery of a man I can only imagine is the French Mos Def.

Unless it's a chick. Who's not French.

This name is minutes on end of amusement.

It's no Urban Menace

A poor man's Choices? A homeless man's Baller Blockin? Jim Jones' Byrd Gang movie Red Apples Falling looks more like a dead man's Boss'n Up. Trailer below.