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SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Monday, June 2nd, 2008

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The iNternets Celebrities are back on the scene with our latest video titled ‘Checkmate’. Don’t kill yourself yet if you haven’t seen the clip. Just go here. Not now, right now.

RAFI and CAS have been helping me get my dreams out for almost two years (I also include the time that RAFI spent consulting me on how to present my website to the world). My way of thanking these dudes has been to gift them with something that really shows my appreciation. We all know how much I go in for NIKE Dunks on the regulack. I have given a pair to everyone who I feel has helped this site move up to a higher level of recognition. Everyone that is, except for CASIMIR NOZKOWSKI.

As the director and O.G. editor of the iNternets Celebrities, CASIMIR is the dude directly responsible for whether our videos sink or swim. I doubt anyone here on these internets, including RAFI and I would want to sit through six hours of video footage in order to construct a ten minute video. Let’s just admit that RAF and I are not that endearing. None the less, CAS does that and more in order to make our videos web ready. RAFI and I just reap the public’s acclaim. CAS deserves a pair of Dunks by this time.

The Dunks I prefer to gift are the 6.0 skateboarder joints. Extra cushioning for the tongue and ankle collar with premium suedes and leathers on the shoe’s upper. The 6.0 are all around just a better shoe for athletic and/or casual wear. I should know since I have like uhdeen pairs of them. The first pair I tried to come up on for CAS were these all brown suede joints off eBay. I was outbid at the last second.

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The next pair I tried to hook CAS up with was from Dr. Jay’s. Out of no where they had these joints on sale in navy blue suede with bone toned leather in the toebox and misole. Too bad Dr. Jay’s only has these in 9.5 and 13.

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Now I see these on eBay. The price tag is steep, but these shoes have flavor. I will prA’li have to dip into my PayPal fund to copp these, but why not? The i.C.’s videos just keep getting better all the time. Shouldn’t the people behind the camera should get some shine as well?

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Posted in C.R.E.A.M., Fashion Faux Pas, iNternets Celebrities, No Boutros Boutros... Ghali, Sneaker Fiends United, Straight Laced, The Addict | 11 Comments »

POLITRICKS 2008: I’m An HRC, I’m A Barack…

Monday, June 2nd, 2008

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originally spotted at Furious Hypocrite

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Why aren’t we doing this at SCRITCH and SCRATCH?

Posted in Politricks, Social Upheaval, Wig Owners | 4 Comments »

WALE: The Best Kept Secret…

Sunday, June 1st, 2008

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*Salute to GeekDown*

Beats and rhymes.

That is where you gotta go in.

The start and the finish.

The alpha and the omega.

First there was the word.

After the drum, of course.

The beats reigned down.

Thunder clap in day time.

The word is the truth.

repeat and rewind.

That is Hip-Hop in its base form.

Stripped down to nothing.

Nothing has a mathematical value.

So even nothing has a value.

But you already know.

Basically.

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The Wale ‘Mixtape About Nothing’ is the best rap album since the KanYe West mixtape ‘Can’t Tell Me Nothin’.

Coinidence?

Both have more continuity than 99.63% of all the albums released today. They are the proof that concept albums can still work if the artist understands the overall concept.

That and the word nothing.

I have on my late pass to fuck with Jean Grae and Wale. Here’s your late pass. Rock it.


‘The Opening Title Sequence’
The verses about the New Jersey Nets and Eddie Murphy are both 2008 candidates for ‘Rap Verse’ of the year.


‘The Freestyle (Roc Boys)’
The Oksana Baiul reference had me getting my Surya Bonaly right [ll].


‘Vacation From Ourselves’


‘The Grown Up’
The Bet Kept Secret killed the music on this mixtape.


‘The Cliche Lil Wayne Feature (It’s The Remix Baby!)’
Nike boots.


‘The Hype’


‘The End Credits’

BLACK SWAN x 10DEEP = WALE Mixtape Party

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BLACK SWAN x 10DEEP = WALE Mixtape Party

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Chillaxin’ after the show

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Best. Fitted. Evar.

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One of the most important people in rap music. No, this is not Eskay.

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The mixtape game going hand to hand.

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WALE = official.

Supreme… Not so much.

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Shout out to the Ambassador.

Eff ‘yo TV!

The internets is prime time.

DP Dot Commenters!

I got this 10xDeep party swag for you FREE.

One(1) t-shirt and Wale ‘Mixtape About Nothing’ gets snail-mailed to the first commenter.

Posted in Billy Sunday @ XXL, Crappers, Ghetto Celebs, iNternets Celebrities, Sneaker Fiends United, Straight Laced, T.O.N.Y., The Ambassador | 18 Comments »

BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE…

Sunday, June 1st, 2008

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Talking Heads – ‘Burning Down The House’

The hottest rap music story in NYC this weekend wasn’t about the leak of the new Lil’ Wayne album, nor was it the Wale mixtape release party. Which coincidentally was hott as fuck.

Nahh mayne. The heat that this story brought ended up bringing real live firefighters and emergency medical technicians. The 50 Cent estate in Suffolk County, Long Island was suspiciously burned to the ground.

Right now I call shenanigans on 50’s baby moms who was supposed to vacate the property by June 1st. She might have decided that if she couldn’t stay at the crib any longer then no one else would. I can’t blame her too much since she was living in a house that is 180 degrees different than anything she experienced in Southside Jamaica Queens. That is the neighborhood that SEAN BELL comes from too. Way more Black kids end up like SEAN BELL than they do like 50 Cent.

Not the real 50 Cent. Because he ended up like SEAN BELL too, but the fake 50 Cent, who is the real CURTIS JACKSON.

CURTIS JACKSON was busy in Louisiana getting his ghetto thespian on and I doubt that he would burn the place down. Unless he thought that homegirl was gonna try and squat up in that piece. I doubt he even felt that way because with the court order he had in place homegirl had to bounce, at least to a hotel or something. Sonn is giving her way too much scrilla in child support for her not to be able to afford something.

Maybe she couldn’t come up on a Mcmansion with eight bathrooms, but she could definitely have copped something in a middle-class area.

“Get my pool in the back” – (c) Cam’Ron

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Lil’ Wayne – ‘Playing With Fire’

I don’t care who is writing Wayne’s rhymes. He still spits trash. You want to hear someone murder this style of flow listen to Wale. That dude is merc’king non-sequitur rap right now.

But I digress…

There are only three possible causes for the fire at 50 Cent’s crib…

  • a) SHANIQUA TOMKIN’s set that shit ablaze channeling ‘Left Eye’ Lopes
  • b) 50 CENT burned down his own house
  • c) GOD sent an invisible lightning bolt to destroy the house

    • Forget option c) since we know that GOD don’t give a fuck about that bullshit. GOD has his hands full getting the NBA’s credibility back since we all found out that shit was fake. What we also know is that someone put a match to that bitch (the house, of course), and either way you cook shit up 50 Cent will not recoup any insurance paper from this fiasco (no Lupe). Even if his B.M. burned that bitch down the fact that he let her stay up in that piece in the first place negates any insurance claim.

    The Suffolk County fire marshal will be getting down to the bottom of this shit before long. If 50’s ex is responsible I won’t be surprised if 50 makes a move for permanent custody of his son MARQUIS.

    Shit is definitely ’bout to get hot up in hurr.

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    Posted in Black Bullshit, Crappers, Ghetto Celebs, H.A.M., T.O.N.Y., Wig Owners | 7 Comments »

    More Bounce To The Ounce (The P.B.R. Remix)

    Sunday, June 1st, 2008

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    Editor’s note: I threw up the remix because I was headed to a hipster cookout in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Instead of bringing a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon I thought I would bring a few quarts of Champale, or maybe even Cisco. The YouTube vids are linked from the classic drop on the history of malt liquor @ ‘What Would Thembi Do?‘

    New York City has hosted many legendary parties over the years. One of the greatest Hip-Hop parties never played any rap music, but you were just as likely to see A-list producers and industry heads up in there on the regulack. The party was called ‘Soul Kitchen’ and that is what was on the menu all night. Classic funk and soul music that was being sampled by the best producers from New York to Los Angeles blared from the speakers.

    The hosts of the party provided free fried chicken to all of the party goers that got there early enough and whichever venue held the party also sold quarts of Colt 45. We were sure that Hip-Hop was going to change the world. The only problem is that we were also smoking three or four White Owl blunts a night and occasionally popping an orange barrel, but gottdammit we could buy a quart of that BILLY DEE for only $3 bucks.

    Eventually Soul Kitchen would stop being the spot and we would finally have to face the facts that Hip-Hop was just music that filled up a broader consumer lifestyle. As rappers spoke on consuming luxury items Heinekins and Coronas kicked malted liquors to the curb, relegating them to has-been crackhead status. This post is an homage to all of the brands that I have sampled through my years as a high school dropout, journalistic wannabe.

    Old derrty OLDE ENGLISH 800
    O.E. is the gold standard for malt liquors. It has a nice even taste and is palatable when warm, like say about 9a.m. after you have finally awoken and you have to go to work and there is still a couple of White Castles left on the kitchen counter and you realize that half a blunt is still sitting in the ash tray.

    By the way, who is that chick in the bedroom?!?

    family ties COLT 45
    Colt Fo’ Fizzle never really got the props it deserved for being as smooth as it was. It was like drinking water, but after two or three tall cans you were hit in the face. Try not to take a piss on this stuff because once the seal is broken you might as well just stay in the bathroom.

    crazy CRAZY HORSE
    True story is that the Native American called CRAZY HORSE was some kind of wild activist against alcohol and its effects on Native American peoples. That’s why you can never trust white. As soon as you are dead they flip your legacy into his story.

    If Crazy Horse is what we drunk before going to a Hip-Hop party, someone was going to get duffed out crazily that night.

    p.s. PRIVATE STOCK
    My homie COMBAT JACK always talks about how good Private Stock was. Truth is that it was aiiight, but it’s always a smart move to let the chicks see you with something different in your hand than O.E.

    nic the spic BALLANTINE ALE
    This was my brand for flipping the script and going classy with it. Ballantine was hearty too. Where as you needed at least two O.E.’s to get pissy, one and a half Ballantines’ would put you on the path to Negro nonsense.

    d'angelo's meatbag MIDNIGHT DRAGON
    Hide the women and children. The first time that I ever got crackhead stoned off alcohol was prah’lee after having a forty ounce of this shit. It is deadlier than that bumwine called Cisco. I remember being in a whorehouse on Roosevelt Avenue with T.C. and I threw up all over the waiting room. We were kicked out and T.C. laughed at me all the way home. That’s what you get for drinking a .99cent forty.

    baywatch beatbox CHAMPALE
    If you have never had Pink Champale you have never lived. Fuck all of that Moet Nectar and all that other bullshit that costs $50 a bottle. At the end of the evening it is all going into the sewer anyhoo. Nah’Mean?!?

    Posted in 40 Deez, Black Bullshit, Ghetto Celebs, iNternets Celebrities, No Boutros Boutros... Ghali, The Re-Up, When I Reminisce... | 23 Comments »

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