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SNOWSTORM STYLIN’ ON ‘EM…

Sunday, January 13th, 2008

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New York City is about to be inundated with it first brawlic winter storm of 2008. The city looks pretty for about .5 seconds after the snow has fallen before it gets turned grey from soot and grime.

Hopefully the snow won’t snarl traffic too bad.

No matter how it eventually comes down I look at this storm as my chance to pull out some of my deep winter I.T.’s that I use to style on fools. Just because the weather is cold outside doesn’t mean that your personal style should go on hibernation. When the temperatures drop is when I pop tags on my heatrocks, ya’ dig?!

The snorkel with the four mink pelts has been gifted to one of the many DP style disciples. Now it’s time for me to break out the artic fox collar.

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Artic Fox
I kept the pelt intact so that the fox can continue its journey along with me. I dare anyone from PETA to jump bad with me. Niggas want to hate on fur, but I don’t see nobody getting naked to give the Native American back their land. Yeah, I thought so.

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Timberland Field Boots
Shouts to A.J. Wright for selling these joints for 40 cent. These are the best boots for the urban safari that I walk through because they are lightweight and waterproof. All black makes them look like a pair of hardbody wingtips.

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I.T.s

P.R.L. Lambswool ski sweater
You already know how I get down with my ‘Lo lifestyle and this I.T. has been on my mind something serious. The knit pattern on the yoke is on some ski lodge chillout shit which makes me the the flyest nigga on the block shoveling snow.

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P.R.L. knit hat
A nice chunky wool cotton blend knit hat from you know who. Its the same shade of oatmeal as the sweater design. Yes, you can hate me now.

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G-Shock wristwatch
If I had rapper type connections I might have the Bathing Ape x Casio G-Shock, but since I am just a regular fly nigga since 1985 I have to do my shit regular fly nigga style. You should already know that I got it for cheap though. Another forty dollar ($40) score deep in the heart of the greatest city on the planet. Holla at me if you want to copp one.

The Conkalene Chronicles…

Sunday, January 13th, 2008

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CAB CALLOWAY: Fried, dyed and laid to the side…

As we gear up for the 28 days of jiggaboo goodness known as Black History Month, BILLY X. SUNDAY hits up the flashback machine for a classic YouTube video.

Contrary to common belief, it wasn’t just the pop culture potency of darker skinned Blacks that pushed their lighter skinned racial frat brothers to the brink of relevancy, but also the resultant of marginally talented mulatto musicians like TERRENCE TRENT D’ARBY, JOHNNY KEMP, Milli Vanilli and the British Motown impersonators – The Pasadenas.

The Addict Awakes…

Thursday, January 10th, 2008

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I’m still looking for a “FREE” MP3 player program that I can put on my server in order to get these playlists on and poppin’.

In the meantime and in between time I will let the Dewplayer do what it dew…

The Addict Audio Experience

GLOBAL CLIMATE CHANGE CLOTHES…

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

winter bikini

Editor’s note: The Ambassador is back with us for the new year.

Now don’t get it twisted, Virginia may be a Southern state, but it gets damn cold here during the wintertime. Probably just as cold as it gets up in DP’s neck of the woods, except with less snow. Or so I thought.

I know I’ve been lazy lately, and I know I’ve been sleeping a lot, but I didn’t think I was hibernating. However that’s the only explanation I can muster up that seems to explain the fact that I woke up this morning (er…afternoon) to the month of April.

Wait…it’s not really April? I’m awake right now? You mean I was outside this afternoon, chillin on the concrete step behind my place, eating my cereal in a wifebeater and no jacket…in January?! Now I know what you’re all thinking – global warming, Al Gore was right, “I wonder what the Ambassador looks like in a wifebeater?”. Yeah, don’t act like I don’t see you.

Well, according to the notoriously incorrect weather forecaster types on the local news, we Virginians have the West to thank for this wonderful weather. While our Cali friends are getting shitted on by rain and their homes are sliding down hills faster than Starbucks’ stocks before they replaced their CEO, we here in the usually-forgotten-about Mid-Atlantic are in paradise. Supposedly it has something to do with a warm front that the storm system out West is pushing across the country, but who needs technicalities when there’s springtime air to be inhaled?

I’m sure there are still a lot of you reading this who swear that this freak occurrence is caused by global warming, or as most scientists would more properly name it these days, global “climate change”. Well you know what I say? Hit up my cell phone the next time you’re having a house party, because I bet that you believers of the heat know how to set shit off. There is a
simple logic to this: the hotter it gets, the less clothes people wear. Well, at least if you’re not one of those white boys who goes outside in the snow in some shorts. That is one phenomenon that I have never been able to understand. Somebody enlighten me, please.

In all seriousness (or maybe not), climate change is a nudist’s dream come true. With a rise in average temperatures, I predict a rise in Victoria’s Secret stocks, gym memberships, and trips to the salon to get a Brazilian wax. Imagine taking a trip up to Canada in December and seeing the women walk around in miniskirts and the men out jogging in the morning shirtless? Oh, the possibilities.

So as I shed some layers in honor of this meteorologically gorgeous day, I’ll leave you with the poignant words of one Cornell Haynes Jr.: “It’s gettin’ hot in here, so take off all your clothes”. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some chlorofluorocarbons to spray in the general direction of the guy I just saw walking past my window.

LIVE FROM THE PLANET OF BROOKLYN…

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

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Have you ever had one of those stretches in your life that you look back upon and you’re just thankful that you were able to witness it? Something like playing C-low and rolling ten headcracks all in a row. Something like having sex with HALLE BERRY without having to hear her speak. Something like finding a check for a million dollars, made out to you. Something like a rapper. Okay, something like a rapper that everyone knows.

That is how shit has been in 2007 for your nigga on the keyboard…

Let’s set it off with calling December DP Dot Com’s best month evar. We finished the month with over two hundred thousand individual IP addresses coming through the website and over 1.6 million hits. I’m sure I accounted for at least 10 individual IP numbers my damn self so I thank all of you that made up the difference.

To my fam, the community of DP Dot Commenters and bloggers that drop their $.02 on the regulack and all of you lurkers that never say shit. Thank y’all.

Spammers! I see y’all. What’s really good? No, I don’t want any dick pills.

A special shout out to those of you that found this site while doing a JAYNE KENNEDY Google search. Much respect.

I owe the credit for most of my traffic surge to ILLSEED @ all hip hop dot com for linking this site to AHH readers.

Now the job is back on my shoulders to create the content that makes this page worth refreshing several times a day. When I see comments again from ESKAY and KAMOJI then I will know I am back on track.

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The big L’Chaim goes out to my folks the SPICERS who let CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE and myself crash their pad in Forty Lawdy during the summer. APPLE SPICE hit me on the Wackberry and asked if I wouldn’t mind house-sitting the Brooklyn jumpoff while she and Mr.Blister go O.T. for the holidays. This ain’t no railroad apartment in a Brownsville brownstone either. I’m talking about a view of the Williamsburg Bank building and the MetroTech area. Albeit, you overlook the Atlantic Yards too, but not for much longer.

Direct TV, SONY plasma screen, 300 thread count bedsheets, lots of greenery, rum and Coke for breakfast, the whole nine…

Hells Chea!

For a brief holiday interlude CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE and I drove down to the ‘A’ to visit Mom Dukes in her new Marietta digs. On the way down to the ‘A’ inspiration struck the kid and I proposed to C.S.

She said yes…

Hells Chea!

I know it isn’t very Hip-Hop to want to get married or even engaged now-a-days, after all ‘Love Is A Losing Game‘, but it’s so hard to find good people and good friends that really want to share your dreams, help you succeed, and not steal your ideas. Truthfully, here in New York City I can count those types of friends on one hand. So I placed a ring on the finger of my best friend.

Thanks in advance for all of the love party people but save your congratulations for if, and when we are actually married. That moment is still a ways away. I can see a light at the end of the tunnel right now, but I’m not so sure if it isn’t just an oncoming freight train.

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It’s time to get flyer than a muv up in this B.I.

There was a little sitdown between the i.C.’s and the Ego Trip collective as to how each movement could assist the other. The i.C.’s are considering a leap to another platform for broadcasting our ideas, but the situation has to be so icy, because we are so i.C. True story is that we need to have a whole lot more work floating around also. People forget about you when you aren’t churning videos out weekly, or even monthly, or even quarterly. Ugggh. There are a few videos in the chop shop, but I can’t call it for when they’ll drop. In the meantime and in between time RAFI, CAS and I will be shooting two more projects this month. DO NOT SLEEP ON THE iNTERNETS CELEBRITIES. No, really.

C.S. and I took a quick drive up to Woodstock to do the new annum on some back to natureboy fireplace jawn. No, there won’t be any pictures posted of my naked New Years run through the snow.

Shout to everyone that came through DP Dot Com for the New Years. I see you out there…

And now I’m back up in here.

Tell a friend to tell a friend about DP Dot Com and you might win a free trip to Hawaii this year. Okay, maybe not Hawaii. How about an unlimited bus and subway Metrocard?

A DAILY unlimited bus and subway Metrocard!

NERDITRY, holla at me when you get up top.

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