Korean drummer goes in harder than PHIL COLLINS when he had hair.
Come to think of it, Korean drummer’s hair acting > PHIL COLLINS acting.
link via Mighty Healthy nightlife blog – CrazySteezyo
Korean drummer goes in harder than PHIL COLLINS when he had hair.
Come to think of it, Korean drummer’s hair acting > PHIL COLLINS acting.
link via Mighty Healthy nightlife blog – CrazySteezyo
I’m computerless until I get back to Freeport so bear with me party people. It’s 2am and I am sitting on a park bench on Eastern Parkway like the bum I am. Albeit a bum in a cotton RL knit and a crispy pair of Dunk Lo’s that I popped the tag on today.
I just got back to BK from the city and one of the best Obamas so far this season. Courvosier and LRG did it up big, Frank White style. Free food, free swag (prA’li members check your snail mail soon) and free top shelf ‘yac. Courvosier Exclusif. Ha! Niggas should like this shit.
First off, its fucking good. They flavored it with cinnamon and vanilla hints. If you are on some fancy negro thug Hennessy Privilege shit then you need to step your snifter game up.
Niggas like shit that is difficult to pronounce. I can’t say Courvosier properly now because I am fucked the fuck up. I got to turn around quick this morning too and get my day grind popping serious. The folks in my progress meeting better like the smell of sweat, ass and alcohol because those are the scents coming through my pores today. H.A.M.diggy.
Sheeeeeit. If I didn’t have those scents I wouldn’t have any because you know I ain’t got no more sense in my head. Three straight nights of totally free cognac and I may need a liver replacement by Sunday
40Diesel rolled through with the Mighty Healthy crew and after the Obama we hit up another joint. That Estelle song has been my shit for the entire spring. I get my bounce right off that joint. Coordinated bigman steeZo of course.
Depending on how hard I go in for Round 2 tonight I may not see you fools until next week. Bigup to the folks over at the radio show Obsessive Sneaker Disorder(Google that shit since making the code for hyperlinks on a blackberry is insane). I was building with these cats during their last episode and I sort of O.D.’ed. They had to shut my microphone off. Love is love though and they invited me back to promote the upcoming Sneaker Fiends United! NYC tours.
I will go upstairs and catch me some Z’s now that I am confident I won’t be vomiting.
Courvosier: For negroes what knows that classy shit
The 6ft. 7in. Sneaker Fiends Unite! spokesmodel we all know and love as 40 DAWG makes an appearance in the latest issue of Time Out New York.
The Life of The Late Bloomer:
The metro area’s biggest mama’s boy chills in his parents’ attic.
40 Deez goes in on the pluses and minuses of living with his parents post-graduation from Temple University.
True story, funny story is that 40 reminds me of my life when I moved back into my folks house when my ex had given me the boot. My dad was kind of sad when I moved out again, but I came to find that he just really had tears of joy that all my sneakers and ‘Lo clothing were being relocated.
Congrats DIESEL.
Editor’s note: 40 DAWG describes a real-life moment with a live-action Riley Freeman
I hate Hip-Hop sometimes…
While walking thru this city of ours on my lunch break today I was gonna run up in Dr. Jay’s on 34th to see if I could come up on some “hood staples” on sale in their sneaker dept (I did – some Barkleys and some AF1’s for a buck). I’m about 100 feet from the store listening to my iPhone and all of a sudden something is thrust in front of my face. I proceed to slap the item and the hand and arm holding it down in a natural instinctive fashion. Dude proceeds to have a mild attitude and then reassesses when I glare back at his monkey ass. His “Street Team” comes over to his aid and now that he has numbers I’m asked the requisite
“What the fuck yo? We just out here tryna grind yo!”
To which I respond,
“And your man fucked up by jamming something in my face.”
So this little dibby-dibby army of four packs in closer together forming what they thought was a “wall” and I’m like,
“So you mad now? If you gonna move, then move if not step the fuck off…”
They didn’t wanna move, but wasn’t gonna do nothing so I proceeded to part their little crowd like Moses. One finally chirps up,
“Thats fucked up yo, that ain’t hip-hop yo! Support real hip-hop!!!”
I chucked them the bird, turned around and proceeded on my way…
I hate Hip-Hop sometimes…