When you have friends who have record collections like Just Blaze has you get pictures like this.
Happy Sunday from the Sandusky Brothers…
Archive for the ‘Ninjas’ Category
The Church Of Sandusky…
Sunday, April 1st, 2012Jay Wrecka: We Are Stars…
Friday, March 23rd, 2012
Bringing Back The Bonnie & Clyde Movement…
Friday, March 23rd, 2012
The next wave to comeup on stolen shit like homegirl who rocked the Ralph Lauren security to sleep would be to have a Black skint Tyrese type nigga come into a store with his shirt off, while you have your white Betty stuff shit down her shirt.
Make Sanford Police Taste The Rainbow…
Tuesday, March 20th, 2012
If you believe in social and civil justice but you are cheap and not too motivated to really go out and march or do some other shit try this…
Put a package of Skittles in an envelope and mail them to:
Chief Bill Lee
Sanford Police Station
815 West 13th Street
Sanford, FL 32771
Make sure you leave your return address with a note that these candies are for justice for Trayvon Martin.
Atlanta Gets TURNED UP!
Monday, March 19th, 2012
Atlanta might not host the ‘Freaknik’ celebration any longer, but don’t get it twisted thinking the party has stopped in this town. From the Blue Flame skripper club to the Cascade skating rink, Atlantans know how to get ‘TURNED UP’. That phrase was taught to me by the homey G-Roc from The Shoe Game.
That’s why Premium Pete made sure to hit me on the hip and let me know that God’s favorite deejay. Clark Kent was in Atlanta and spinning at a party. Listen to me… I have been dancing to Clark Kent sets since 1989 and I have NEVER had a bad time in these parties. Most of them have been the greatest joints ever.
The party theme is called ‘I <3 NY’ and it drops only once a month. The promoters bring in deejays from NYC to keep the flavor authentic.
I’ll definitely plan my scheduled return to the ‘A’ around this event. The shit was just that TURNED UP. Don’t take my word for it either. Peep the photo gallery.
Peace to the homey Keinon and #SneakerFiendsUnite rep Mark the King for showing me official southern hospitality while I was in the building.
After several rounds of Long Island Ice Teas and a few shot courtesy of the King I was extra right and ready to get my ass to the Waffle House.
