Archive for November, 2008

UnKut: Hip-Hop’s Greatest Website…

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

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Kill yourself now if you’re not getting UnKut

There’s no way I could have an All-Stars from Australia Saturday here at DP Dot Com and not place UnKut Dot Com in the point guard position. UnKut is without question the single most important Hip-Hop weblog on the internets. ROBBIE is one of classic rap music’s ambassadors. Sort of like Melle Mel, with less melanin. Th truth is that skin color and geography were never prerequisites for being Hip-Hop.

“It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at.”

Most of you have read some of the great interviews that ROBBIE has dropped over the years. However, 2008 was a banner year for UnKut in all sorts of rap related content. Let’s go back and take a look at some of my favorite UnKut drops from this year to increase our Hip=Hop intelligence quotient…

Dr. Butcher Could Care Less About Run-DMC
Kool G Rap’s deejay and turntable cut master chops it up with ROBBIE. Dr. Butcher is rap music royalty whether you know this or not. Corona stand up!

*Related: Dr. Butcher – The Unkut Interview Pt. 1

*Related: Dr. Butcher – The Unkut Interview Pt. 2

*Related: Dr. Butcher – The Unkut Interview Pt. 3

Nas Sharks NYOIL?
Did NaS use the relatively unknown work of NYOIL for his own nigger movement?

‘Scenario’ (Unreleased Version)
There are all kinds of myths about an unreleased ‘Scenario’ remix featuring A Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School, De La Soul, Black Sheep, MC Hood, Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Big Pun, Big L and Pimp C. Until ROBBIE uncovers that one we will have to settle for this unreleased version of rap music’s greatest posse track.

*Related: The Other ‘Scenario’ Demo Surfaces
And thankfully still no Tupac

Slang That Needs To Be Buried
Oh shit, does ROBBIE lick a shot at DP’s internets hardbody status?

*Related: Slang Burial
The official funeral for swagger. Sort of.

The Search For The Biggest Douchebag In Hipster Rap
This drop proved to be a transcendent touchstone moment in rap music this year. Fucking heeeelarious. It was the gift that kept giving all year long.

*Related: Kidz In The Hall Respond To Unkut Dot Com Poll

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

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Our second SFU Internets International rep from the land down under is the man who uses the screen name SMEAR. He reached out to me highlighting a pair of Dunks he came up on he calls the ‘Karate Kid Konichiwa Bitches’. Sonn had me amped from the gate to see which joints he christened with that name. Peep his backstory on how he copped the shoes…

Being that I live in Perth, Western Australia (read: the most isolated city in the “western world”) kicks are pretty fucking pricey. Aside from Footlocker and the local sports stores the “sneaker game” is confined to a small group of “boutique” shysters that thrive on the “hipsters(is that what you call them?)” racking up debt along with they spray on jeans on their parental-approved mastercard.

Otherwise there’s the good old Nike Factory Outlet, not too far from my humble abode. They do get some nice stuff in there, but you gotta be real quick to catch it. Seeing as I’m in the middle of exams and procrastination is my forte, I rolled round to Nike to see if today might be one of those good days. Last time I was there they told me the “boutique” suppliers had gotten salty about some of the product they were holding and the subsequent exposure of said suppliers’ rapist tendencies ($240 for some stock AM90’s anyone?). So to appease these whining cunts, Nike had stopped sending the Factory outlet SB stuff and other high-in-demand / extortable goods. Now the Sydney outlet gets the excess instead. Bastards.

Suffice to say I wasn’t expecting much, but damn… they had some nice 90’s a bunch of AF1’s, TN360’s, basic dunks…. I was chuffed. Then I saw these babies sitting up in the back like they were nothing special. GTFOH! Size 12? Yes indeedy, one pair of 12’s sittin’ all alone. I started getting excited. The manager sees me fondling ’em (along with a nice pair of AF1’s) and tells me I can have 20% for the next ten minutes, hoping I’ll cop both. Can’t lie, I thought about it, but my petty wages won’t allow that this week. Those Astroboy/Karate Kid love-in girls were leavin’ with me though. And at AU$85 (US$45) they were REAL cheap dates. I floated all the way home.

Did I mention the 3 different leathers?

Cheers,
“slim with the tilted brim on 20inch(bicycle) rims”

I see your style playboy. The lifestyle knit polo is the backdrop. The LRG fitted off to the side. I didn’t realize these Dunks had a printed insole. Nice. The only thing I have to tell you playboy is to make sure you put down the toilet seat when the broads come over. Otherwise, your sneaker game is 100.

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All Day I Dream About Swagger…

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

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Don’t ever get it twisted that NYC is the only place where people get their swag really right. Swag has always been a worldwide movement and thanks to the internets everyone can show and prove.

Swagger is more than simply style. Swagger is all about how you put on. Whether you put on for your city, or you put on for your favorite team, or you put on for your favorite brand. It has an order and a rhythm. That is what makes it so fresh. I respect anyone who takes their time to get fresh and show the people how to put on.

EMBRY from Australia sent us a few pics to let us know that even the folks down under represent their swag. On a few of his jumps to mainland China EMBRY has gotten his swag mighty healthy.

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I can fucks with that All Blacks jersey. That is the best name evar for a sports team. How ironic is it that no Blacks play for the All Blacks?

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I don’t even fucks with STAN SMITH tennis shoes but these joints are churcher than a muvv. EMBRY get me more pics on these sick STAN SMITHS. I am already calling them joints the ‘Crocodile Dundees’.

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EMBRY tells me that Highs And Lows is the official spot in the big country to copp your streeetwear swag. Nothing is wrong with a crispy pair of Shelltoes either.

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Even though he is half a world away EMBRY still puts on for his hometown. I got to make sure I get him a copy of Tanya Morgan’s ‘Brooklynati’ after it leaks, er, drops.

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This might be my favorite pic though. It reminded me how blessed I am to have friends that actually like to READ my blog. Sure, we all like the pictures, but the reason that you folks have come here is for the writing. I appreciate that and I thank you all for your time on my page.

And thanks to EMBRY for sharing his swagger with us.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: BeetleFame a/k/a Lil’ Juice…

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

beetle fame

I had to post this joint from my homey EMBRY in Australia.

Fam sends me at least one S.A.B. a month on some wild shit like CHARLIE SHEEN = EDDIE MURPHY. WTF?!? Okay, EMBRY’s joints don’t be that crazy, but they be crazy.

I always wondered if that was just an Australian thing?

The Passion Of The Matrix…

Friday, November 14th, 2008

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‘808’s and Heartbreaks’ will be a success on many levels. When I listen to this song right here I find myself actually appreciating Lil Wayne’s verse. What?!? Yes, the the everlasting Lil’ Wang hater is finally silenced. At least for the moment.

The violins that KanYe employs on this song are perfectly ominous and still triumphant. This is the song that will be the ‘Flashing Lights’ for this album. The transcendant pop music crossover hit that will make this season the coldest winter evar. Everyone has been bitching about KanYe’s inability to sing when what they should be saying is that they hate the fact that KanYe might be the first bathroom shower singer to go multi-platinum.

The computers that ‘Ye Tudda uses to alter his vocal pitch don’t add his passion for musical theater. KanYe brings all of that by himself. This is the 2008 album that will eventually end up on the Great White Way. I see vampires clad in shiny Comme des Garcons goosedowns flying about the staging. This song is a nightmare of haunting synth strings. Part funeral, part party. A get down for the undead.

Maybe I’m going crazy myself. I no longer sleep at night. I go through the day at my job like a zombie. The only thing that can soothe my nerves is the taste of blood from a tender young tender. She was only seventeen. But she was sexy.