A little bonus outtake from the ‘Checkmate’ reels.
Go in hard with Euros, or go home.
iCs are Dallas Penn & Rafi Kam
Directed by Casimir Nozkowski
Shot by Josh Weisbrot
A little bonus outtake from the ‘Checkmate’ reels.
Go in hard with Euros, or go home.
iCs are Dallas Penn & Rafi Kam
Directed by Casimir Nozkowski
Shot by Josh Weisbrot
Busta Rhymes is back to make this a very hot summer
‘Don’t Touch Me Now (Throw Da’ Water On ‘Em)’
The Remix featuring Reek da Villian, Spliff Star, Lil’ Wayne, The Game, Nas and Big Daddy Kane
*Salute to GeekDown*
Beats and rhymes.
That is where you gotta go in.
The start and the finish.
The alpha and the omega.
First there was the word.
After the drum, of course.
The beats reigned down.
Thunder clap in day time.
The word is the truth.
repeat and rewind.
That is Hip-Hop in its base form.
Stripped down to nothing.
Nothing has a mathematical value.
So even nothing has a value.
But you already know.
Basically.
The Wale ‘Mixtape About Nothing’ is the best rap album since the KanYe West mixtape ‘Can’t Tell Me Nothin’.
Coinidence?
Both have more continuity than 99.63% of all the albums released today. They are the proof that concept albums can still work if the artist understands the overall concept.
That and the word nothing.
I have on my late pass to fuck with Jean Grae and Wale. Here’s your late pass. Rock it.
‘The Opening Title Sequence’
The verses about the New Jersey Nets and Eddie Murphy are both 2008 candidates for ‘Rap Verse’ of the year.
‘The Freestyle (Roc Boys)’
The Oksana Baiul reference had me getting my Surya Bonaly right [ll].
‘Vacation From Ourselves’
‘The Grown Up’
The Bet Kept Secret killed the music on this mixtape.
‘The Cliche Lil Wayne Feature (It’s The Remix Baby!)’
Nike boots.
‘The Hype’
‘The End Credits’
Chillaxin’ after the show
Best. Fitted. Evar.
One of the most important people in rap music. No, this is not Eskay.
The mixtape game going hand to hand.
WALE = official.
Supreme… Not so much.
Shout out to the Ambassador.
Eff ‘yo TV!
The internets is prime time.
DP Dot Commenters!
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Talking Heads – ‘Burning Down The House’
The hottest rap music story in NYC this weekend wasn’t about the leak of the new Lil’ Wayne album, nor was it the Wale mixtape release party. Which coincidentally was hott as fuck.
Nahh mayne. The heat that this story brought ended up bringing real live firefighters and emergency medical technicians. The 50 Cent estate in Suffolk County, Long Island was suspiciously burned to the ground.
Right now I call shenanigans on 50’s baby moms who was supposed to vacate the property by June 1st. She might have decided that if she couldn’t stay at the crib any longer then no one else would. I can’t blame her too much since she was living in a house that is 180 degrees different than anything she experienced in Southside Jamaica Queens. That is the neighborhood that SEAN BELL comes from too. Way more Black kids end up like SEAN BELL than they do like 50 Cent.
Not the real 50 Cent. Because he ended up like SEAN BELL too, but the fake 50 Cent, who is the real CURTIS JACKSON.
CURTIS JACKSON was busy in Louisiana getting his ghetto thespian on and I doubt that he would burn the place down. Unless he thought that homegirl was gonna try and squat up in that piece. I doubt he even felt that way because with the court order he had in place homegirl had to bounce, at least to a hotel or something. Sonn is giving her way too much scrilla in child support for her not to be able to afford something.
Maybe she couldn’t come up on a Mcmansion with eight bathrooms, but she could definitely have copped something in a middle-class area.
“Get my pool in the back” – (c) Cam’Ron
Lil’ Wayne – ‘Playing With Fire’
I don’t care who is writing Wayne’s rhymes. He still spits trash. You want to hear someone murder this style of flow listen to Wale. That dude is merc’king non-sequitur rap right now.
But I digress…
There are only three possible causes for the fire at 50 Cent’s crib…
Forget option c) since we know that GOD don’t give a fuck about that bullshit. GOD has his hands full getting the NBA’s credibility back since we all found out that shit was fake. What we also know is that someone put a match to that bitch (the house, of course), and either way you cook shit up 50 Cent will not recoup any insurance paper from this fiasco (no Lupe). Even if his B.M. burned that bitch down the fact that he let her stay up in that piece in the first place negates any insurance claim.
The Suffolk County fire marshal will be getting down to the bottom of this shit before long. If 50’s ex is responsible I won’t be surprised if 50 makes a move for permanent custody of his son MARQUIS.
Shit is definitely ’bout to get hot up in hurr.