When Jerz recently visited me in Brooklyn I threw down the gauntlet on who was the king of the come up game. Jerz is definitely one of the princes of this shit but I am the everlasting king.
There’s rules to the come up game. Just because you got some shit on a disco doesn’t mean that you came up. 50% off is not a come up. It’s a nice pick up, but it is NOT a come up. Jerz made this movie so that now you’ll know the deal.
Excuse me if I seem to be feeling myself lately but I have to admit I was killing them in the streets over the weekend with a ‘fit I had been building since the winter.
It all came together for me on Saturday as I ran thru the Village, Lower East Side and Park Slope flagging my swag hardbody.
You couldn’t tell me nuthin’.
Complex let Premium Pete drop a list of his 25 favorite pizza joints in the five boros. Guess what you’ll be having for lunch today?
Soletron tagged along with me the day I copped the Air Trainer Huarache.
Here’s the video they made of the incident.
My swag was on a trillYONNNN this weekend thanks to my coordination skills and a key accessory gifted to me from that boy NUJEROOZ. Way before DipSet had dudes flagging their swag with scarves all the ‘Lo heads had that shit incorporated into their own lifestyles.
I was on my way into the city to peep SlaughterHouse rock this event called the ‘Brisk Bodega’. It’s a launch for the Shady Records branding of their most marketable rap act which incidentally isn’t SlaughterHouse but that kid Yelawolf.
My reception at the Brisk Bodega event was a bit chilly so I decided to link up with the homey Meyhem Lauren who was handling some Flight Club business and just happened to be in the city. Meyhem Lauren and I met up on Prince Street and Broadway which should be called Swag Central Station. This is the hypebeast natural environment and they were in full effect.
Meyhem and I spun thru the feast of San Genarro whom I believe was the Italian patron saint of sausage and peppers. This festival is fat boy heaven and we only needed Meyhem’s Albanian brother Action Bronson to complete the trio of fat dudes. The raw clams from Umberto’s were the shit.
I motivated back to the Brisk Bodega event just in time to catch Yelawolf and SlaughterHouse perform their hits. The crowd was into it and the Brisk people gave us retarded vodka or whiskey obama (open bar). People were in that piece getting throwed. Sadly, there weren’t any pork rinds or Chic-O-Stix, but the bodega design of the performance space was masterful.
After the Brisk Bodega I had a few options to access in the Village and downtown areas. There was a Nina Simone tribute and DJ Spinna was at Tammany Hall. I eschewed Manhattan for Brooklyn and a penthouse party for my man Gaberockka’s birthday.
Gaberockka is a great friend to the site and one of my earliest internets buddies from me dealing him vintage gear on the eBay system back in 2000. Gabe is big sneaker forum head and he had a gang of friends from the DMV forums drive up to NYC just to party with the kid. Gabe is quality peoples as are all of the DP.com family members.
For the afterhours closeout I kept my undefeated streak of eating alive by stopping by Shabazz Palace on Flatbush Ave for a cheddar cheesesteak. #winning
