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Is It Real Sonn, Is It Really Real?

Thursday, October 23rd, 2008

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The brothers from The Real have been putting in hell’a work on these internets over the last year. When I first peeped their steez I wasn’t feeling them because they seemed to be disconnected to the subjects they were riffing on. Kind of like a comedic troupe of carpet baggers. As time has passed they have honed their craft with sharper writing and mostly making sure that every week we get a brand new video from them.

I see these dudes all around the city. They move like me, except there’s two of them. They were at the DeCon Media party and they also were in the Mark Ronson showcase. These dudes are definitly Internets Celebrities. That’s what someone called them. When Mark Ronson played the Georg Kranz classic dance hit ‘Din Daa Daa’ we all sung along. The twins told me they made a video to this song. I told them to send it to me so I could post it. The video is actually good.

I fucks with The Real now. They have a cool sense of humor. Plus, these niggas recognize that evolution begins and ends with hard work. So why not whistle while you work?


Twin Speaks: Say I Yi Yi from jeff on Vimeo.

40 DIESEL Says “CHANGE CLOTHES”…

Friday, September 5th, 2008

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There’s no denying that Barack-A-Fella madness is everywhere and his rock star status has inspired an infinite amount of Barack-A-Wear in hoods and urban farmers markets nationwide. In showing our support for Barry-O, the homies over at MIGHTY HEALTHY NYC whipped up a quick likkle something for those out there looking for a little more than an “Obama Is My Homeboy!” tee.

As he goes into his rumble in the political jungle. we harkened back to the original “Rumble In The Jungle” as inspiration for this latest limited piece. “OBAMA BUMAYE!!!” Says it all regarding his final push for this showdown for the ages. Now if we can only get him to run up on some drums during McCain’s acceptance speech and let them know – “THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!”

Limited to 144 pieces in sizes M-XXL, and can be purchased at MightyHealthyNYC

Changing your t-shirt to Mighty Healthy is change we all can believe in.

A Tree Grows In Brooklyn…

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

coup d'etat

DAOUD ABEID, founder of the Coup d’Etat clothing line speaks about the planet of Brooklyn in 2008.

Please listen to his views and support this man’s movement.

Rest In Piece by KOE RODRIGUEZ

Saturday, August 16th, 2008

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Editor’s note: Koe Rodriguez is a Hip-Hop historian and graphic artist. He lives and works in New Jersey. Special thanks to one of the coolest and most talented artists in the game, Nicer/TATS for his contribution to this piece.

In ‘hoods across America, “Memorial Walls” are as common as barber shops and bodegas. We’ve seen them time-and-time again. Whether big or small; crude shrines or elaborate murals; on tenement walls or corner stores; and usually accompanied by an array of candles, flowers and personal items. While some memorials reflect a bout loss to a fatal disease or an unfortunate accident; many are crime related and harsh reminders of how fleeting life is in the ghetto.

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R.I.P. walls have been around for quite some time and commemorating the dead can be traced back to the pharaohs and prior. Hip-Hop is no different. Paying homage to a fallen comrade, loved one, or an influential figure has always been expressed in one medium or another. For as long as I’ve been documenting graffiti culture, and that’s going back to Reganomics, graff writers have acknowledged the dead perhaps like no other. In 1981, Lady Pink and Iz The Wiz’s eulogy to John Lennon and a host of deceased rocks stars consisted of two beautiful top-to-bottom, end-to-end subway cars and let an entire city know that even so-called outlaws mourned. Ten years later, West & Serge FC dedicated their upside down burners to fellow friends, Sane, Shadi and money maker, Lil Edgar on graff’s holiest grounds: The Graffiti Hall of Fame.

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Recently, I rapped with graff heavyweight, Nicer, of the famed TATS Crew, arguably the illest R.I.P. muralist in the game, on the crew’s history of honoring the dead, or what I call a “R.est I.n P.iece.” Nicer explained that his earliest recollection of the crew throwing up an R.I.P. was around 1983 or so, and totally unplanned. “We were doing a piece on a handball court in Bronx River, (laughing) illegally, and a dude came up to Bio and asked if he would throw his deceased brother Pollo up. The first real memorial wall we did was on Cypress Avenue & East 141st Street in the Bronx for a guy named Tony, who was murdered, and then set on fire in his car.”

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The crew would soon be approached by fellow Bronx bomber and budding rapper, Crack, aka Fat Joe, to memorialize close friend and resident hustler, Tony Montana. The piece, a striking portrait on a handball court on Trinity Ave would forever be memorialized in the artwork of Joe’s debut LP, “Represent.” Although Nicer confesses that the crew paints fewer memorials (by choice) nowadays, with the continued rise in gang activity, Aids and other socioeconomic conditions affecting urban America, we can sadly expect to see more blank walls transformed into colorful tombstones real soon.

IN MEMORY OF: Wayne “Frosty Freeze” Frost, Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes.

See KOE RODIGUEZ’ Rest In Piece photo gallery here…

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SLAP BOXING @ ROCK THE BELLS…

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008

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Editor’s note: 2DopeBoyz blog superstar and Sneaker Fiends Unite! west coast chairman Meka Soul recaps the Rock The Bells show from an L.A. state of mind.

Consider this a Mek Dot Twitter of sorts, as these were the things running through my mind during the course of the festival. And by the way, Fluck A Twitter!

  • I finally ran into my compatriot, the undisputed truth seeker for the first time ever. A lot taller than I originally envisioned.
  • Of course getting my press pass wouldn’t be a simple task. This is a hip-hop festival of course, so an overabundance of nignorance would be omnipresent.
  • Listening to Wale perform while still trying to get this muh’fucking press pass. Telling me my pass would be available at 11am, then not delivering until 12:15pm? Just who do these YTs think they are, black people?
  • Ran into Wale after his performance. He recognized who I am from this blog. “I’m glad you’ve never talked shit about me.” Class. Sick.
  • dead prez came on too early the way they ripped their set. And DJ Beverly Bond is ridiculously finer in person than any picture can depict.
  • Rocking raw denim skinny jeans to the desert is even wronger than that “thing” that wants to work for Diddy. Someone’s parents failed them.
  • Who is this fly, honey-colored honey with the curly Afro and the camo wifebeater? Someone’s parents won.
  • Murs brings out DJ Quik. Nice touch. Now if he performed “Dollaz And Sense” or “Sweet Black Pussy,” that would have made my day.
  • Immortal Technique is a really angry person.
  • Chino XL? Where the hell did he come from?
  • I can never listen to “Ante Up” without thinking of this now.
  • One fat girl passing out, coming right up!
  • I was just recognized again by two random-ass people. Maybe I need to change my picture. Eh, I’m too lazy.
  • I wish Rakim was louder. I could hardly hear him over the beats.
  • Ketchums will be pissed to know that Pos from De La Soul is rocking his dream sneaks.
  • Backstage now… Raekwon looks higher than giraffe throats.
  • Raekwon is [ITALICS] higher than giraffe throats.
  • Michael Rappaport? WTF?
  • There are a lot of half-dressed women here. Can’t say that I’m mad though.
  • Double-O’s eye: yikes!
  • Let’s check out the second stage… *sees Tyga and some piff pocketer rapping to a shitload of high school hipsters, immediately turns around* I’m never returning to that bum-ass stage again.
  • Redman’s performance > Method Man and Redman’s performance > Raekwon and Ghostface’s performance.
  • Another passed out fat person! I’m noticing a trend.
  • What the fuck are the Black Eyed Peas doing here?
  • *falls asleep during Black Eyed Peas’ performance*
  • Pharcyde: back like they never lost a step.
  • Black On Both Sides > everything else Mos Def has done since, including this bum-ass performance. If I want to hear someone singing fucking Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes, I’ll go to a fucking Harold Melvin and The Blue Notes show.
  • That was actually the first time I enjoyed a Nas show. Almost makes me want to write about his new album like some crumb has been emailing me to do for a while now. Almost.
  • Oh great, Mos Def is back out, this time with Q-Tip. What, he forgot to sing a Minnie Riperton tune during his set?
  • Interesting… I got quite a few emails people threatening to punch me in the face at this show over the past few months, and here I am leaving the show unscathed. I must not be trying hard enough.
  • So there you have it. Surprised the hate spewing was at a minimum? Don’t worry; my shirt did enough work for me.

    kwt