Who’s going to SneakerCON today?
Who’s copping the Air Jordan Retro IX ‘Olives’ today?
Who’s coming to the Bronx to see the Internets Celebrities special presentation for the Bronx Documentary Center?
The only answer to all of these questions is simply: Dallas Penn
I’m on St. Ma’arten for five(5) more days and I’m starting to get paranoid. No Black man in America has spent this many consecutive days in paradise. Not even Jay-Z and he is ’bout that yacht lifestyle.
I’m not ready to be the most h8’d on. I know I act like that sometimes, but I’m just like every other person who is secretly a sucker for love. Even when I’m looking at the clouds in the sky I get photo-bombed by a Ms.Fat Booty.
This is why I’m so so paranoid about my return to NYC. The universe stays conspiring for me to succeed, even with the people who consistently block that path.
The key for me is to be like this little clamshell crab pictured below.
Dude is rocking his hardhat and he just keeps it moving. He’s undeterred by the bullshit beating him in the head.
That is until some motherfuxer decides to fux with him and have him for lunch.
All is well my good Internets. I had a choice between paying my server fees and paying my cellphone bill so I choose the server fees. Now you don’t have to ask me where the website is, but some of you will have to ask me why my phone is cut off. Cie la vie. Life is good.
I feel like I’m at a particular crossroads for this new year and I’m trying to assess how to best use my knowledge and skillset to allow me to continue living my lifestyle. It might appear that I have my shit figured out, but I don’t mind telling y’all the truth that this is all smoke and mirrors.
Yeah, I’m in St. Ma’arten with Chocolate Snowflake for the new year, and please don’t think I take this shit for granted, but what am I gonna do when I get back to NYC? Am I gonna be doing the same shit everyday? Hell the fux no. I’m not even going to be here on the regulack anymore. You want a password to post drops on the site? Holla. The server fees are paid up until September 1st, 2013.
You’ll have at least that long to get your point across (provided the Mayan calendar was incorrect about armageddon). I’m just gonna use the space to promo moves I’m making. No more lifestyle drops featuring outfit architecture or sneaker fiends unite new shoe reviews. I been did all that already and I need to make a new lane in this game.
We all know that Sean Price’s next album drops at the end of October and that Roc Marciano’s Reloaded is being released in November. If you need me to tell you any of this shit you prA’Li don’t even know what dope Hip-Hop sounds like and I don’t mean to offend you but I DON’T think you know what dope sounds like if you didn’t copp Killer Mike’s ‘R.A.P. Music’.
This was never a rap music blog tho’, and I really don’t care what music you like to listen to. Killer Mike or Kid Cudi. Whatever makes YOU happy man. Just don’t bother me with the shit you think is fresh. Go start your own blog to talk that shit. Or take this password and post drops over here if you are so inclined. Just don’t tell me what to do and we will be cool. My life is good.
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LEX is one of the longtime lifestyle representatives you see leaving comments on various drops here at dP.com so it’s only right that we give him some time to preview a project he’s been putting his soul into.
LEX project is titled ‘H.A.S.H.’ (How About Some Hardcore) and this joint is the lead single. Give my dude some of your earspace my Internets. He is our family.
I went with a little homegrown haircut from Chocolate Snowflake this week. Some people told me that I was channeling Kid. Nah.
Some people thought I was reminiscing on Buggin’ Out from the Spike Lee joint ‘Do The Right Thing’. Still nah.
Buggin’ Out’s twisted lock steez deserves a salute from the classic Brooklyn barbershop KiNapp on DeKalb Avenue. That is prA’Li where Spike had Giancarlo Esposito’s ‘do done.
My cut was inspired by Franklin Armstrong who was a classmate of Peppermint Patty and Marcie. Patty and Marcie were America’s first lesbian couple in mainstream media. Why else was Marcie always calling Patty ‘sir’?
Anyhoo, Franklin was my dude. He was bussed in to a school with all white kids and he didn’t trip. Franklin had a silent swag, plus Peppermint Patty held him dddddown.