I wasn’t really sure what kind of hipster rap project this Ghostface joint was gonna be on but then I heard some shit and I got right into the project. This video is some ill hipster macabre shit (no Pitchfork).
I been waiting to hear some superhero shit from Starks.
The best shit I got in the mail this year wasn’t free boots or free sneakers or free gear. The best shit I got in the mail this year was this bundle I bought from my Hip-Hop hermanos – Timeless Truth.
I can’t really put into words how proud of these dudes I am. Not just because we come from the same neighborhood in Queens. Not just because they gave me my first shot at being a radio personality. Not just because we are cut from the same Polo Ralph Lauren cloth.
Timeless Truth is a manifestation of real Hip-Hop. When you take your destiny into your own hands and you create your own reality. Not a fantasy world, but a real world based on hard work, determination, perserverance, love and loyalty. These brothers ARE the movie.
If you don’t have their debut CD, which they produced with RTNC as a labor of love to this Hip-Hop lifestyle then I implore you to pick up your copy ASAP (no Rocky). Or copp a Timeless Truth tee. Just do something to support these brothers so that they know we still out here looking for that REAL.
When I saw how sickly dope the Timberland x Stussy Deluxe field boot was made I went on a hunt to try and come up on a pair on some clearance shit. No dice. These boots left Urban Outfitters stores as fast as they dropped.
I found them on the eBay system from the same seller who pieced me the brown joints. Dude even gave me the same price for a little over a buck. This is definitely gonna be the summer of Timberland. Are you ready to walk with me Internets?
Rocking this Meyhem Lauren classic ode to sandwiches whilst I assemble my post-Combat Jack Show vittles.
The night was crazy as we sipped and chatted with Bun B before he ships off to Europe to rally in the Gumball 3000.
Then we chilled onstage with Just Blaze as he brought out multiple heavyweights for his Red Bull Music Academy soundclash.
Then we dipped into DumBo for a secret loft party featuring Riff Raff thrown by KarmaLoop. The next wave was back in Manhattan, but since Combat Jack is a Brooklyn dude once you cross the bridge for the night you don’t go back into the city.
I was cool with that since I’m old now anyhoo.
I raided the ‘frige for the last two slices of cheddar and roasted ham.
But first I dropped some tomatoes and this fiery dijon mustard on two pieces of toasted peasant bread.
Peace to Matt Raz for leaving me with that clip of ooooweee I had for dessert.
DJ Premier stopped by the Combat Jack TV show and brought me back to the days when Hip-Hop was so beautiful for me. It’s crazy to think we sat with someone who’s music DEFINES a genre. While Guru (R.I.P.) wasn’t the greatest emcee he was the perfect complement to Premier’s soundscape.
Take a ride down memory lane with me for a moment and you’ll agree with me that DJ Premier needs to be placed on rap music’s Mount Rushmore.