Archive for August, 2009

SNEAKER FIENDS UNITE!

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

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Are you ready for some football?!?

Football season means another year of the DP dot com Pro Football contest.

The winner scores a pair of kicks from the sneaker fiend himself, DALLAS PENN. This year’s pool is in honor of the best running back in the black and blue division of the NFC North – RYAN GRANT.

ADRIAN PETERSEN?!? Neva heard of him.

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I copped these Nike SB Dunks last week the minute I saw they were making a pair of ‘Green Bays’. Who knows but I’d love to give away a pair of these jammies. Nonetheless, you win the pool you get a fresh pair of Nike Dunks or Air Max.

You want in on this action here’s all you gotta do…

Leave a comment on this thread and you get an invite.

BTW, shouts to CANDACE from the NCAA pool this year. I just remember that I owe you a pair of Dunks for coming in last place. I got you ma!

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Let’s Get Ready To Rumble…

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

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I haven’t spoken to the nonsense that took place this past weekend. I’m not talking about the Jay-Z Oprah tour through Marcy projects. That was another level of bullshit that I will open up tomorrow. Today is all about the debut of the SlaughterHouse album (and subsequently the Joe Budden digital project on Amalgam). We have waited months for this project to come to fruition and we are still waiting to see if our hopes for rap are confirmed with this group.

At one of the Cali stops for Rock The Bells we learned that the phrase ‘Deeper Than Rap’ just isn’t the title to a Rick Ro$$ album. The arena that rap exists within from time to time switches from microphones to fisticuffs. This goes way back to the gangs that ruled turf in the South Bronx and would have to be consulted before a deejay could set up his soundsystem. Actually, this goes back to Jamaica where soundsystems would have soundclashes that often ended with a stampede and blood spilled.

This is where Hip-Hop takes its DNA from. From the selectors and deejays that traveled the island and came to America with their style of presentation. Remember that Hip-Hop is borne in Harlem Brooklyn and the Bronx not from just Black folks, but from poor people. Who else needs to take electricity from a streetlamp? This presentation was ALL poor people had and if you tried to take it from them or disparage it your ass was in for a fight. Not too much has changed about rap up to this point.

Styles change. The fact that the last 15 years we have seen more artists emerge from middle class and wealthier backgrounds as opposed to the impoverished and working class artists that brought the art culture to prominence. There are still artists though that can remember not having the means. They might not even have the means totally at this point. For those people this rap shit, or this graff shit is ALL THEY HAVE. So don’t be surprised when they defend their only possession with any means necessary. From emotions to physicality.

Most of the people I spoke with took exception to Joe Budden’s anti-Vibe mag outburst all the while admitting that Vibe magazine wasn’t credible enough to describe the difference between shit or Shine-ola. Joe Budden was outrageously emo. This makes him one part honest, one part annoying, and yet still two parts entertaining. The real side of those outbursts is that real people have their emotions bruised on the receiving end [ll]. Does this mean Joe Budden should shut up? Hell no. Does it mean that he should be more cognizant of his words? Of course.

Only the biggest cynic would say that all of these videos featuring musicians which aren’t music videos are for album promotion. I feel like every time I have the chance to sit in the studio with an artist is a chance to get a slice of their daily life. There are going to be things said that may offend people but rarely are those things uttered to be offensive. If a rapper really wants to offend someone he says their name on a record. Otherwise, I don’t listen to shit I see on handi-cam videos.

SlaughterHouse is very similar to Wu-Tang in that these are all men that have lived through poverty and the pitfalls that are inherent to being poor in America. All of these guys have firsthand experience of what living on the bottom looks like. I don’t discount any of them when it comes to getting on the microphone or throwing up some hands. That is the fire that Hip-Hop is borne from. And if it gives me some great music in the process?

Well… Let’s get ready to rumble.

Coup D’Etat BK > Dumb Emcees…

Monday, August 10th, 2009

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Coup D’Etat BK is a lifestyle brand where the lifestyle is all about creating the life you imagine for yourself.

I chatted up RASU and DAOUD who founded the brand and we also politicked with a few other BK heads during a beautiful night in Prospect Park.

Peace to Lyricist Lounge & Danny Castro, Brian Deka Paupaw, legendary emcee Craig G, John Black, Nat Dixon, Myanta, all the internets and of course, Brooklyn.

Whose Flat-Top Rules In 2009?

Monday, August 10th, 2009

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Big Daddy Kane’s homecoming in Prospect Park was all that and a bag of salt & vinegar chips.

Kane’s energy and showmanship have not waned in the twenty plus years that he has been a member of the mighty Juice crew.

And speaking of the Juice Crew… When we heard Masta Ace was in the building it wasn’t a stretch to imagine that the ‘Symphony’ would be performed. We weren’t disappointed. To close the show Big Daddy Kane brought out Scoob and Scrap. This was Hip-Hop in every sense of the artform.

Shouts to Combat Jack for holding down the a seat for the kid in the BK VIP section.

Brooklyn Gets Blitzed!

Monday, August 10th, 2009

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Blitz Ambassador was a revelation for a lot of folks at the Prospect Park bandshell this past Saturday. Along with his backing band, the Embassy Ensemble, Blitz the Ambassador reminded us why we love this Hip-Hop artform so much.

Blitz doesn’t just possess supreme mic skills, but he has the timing necessary to be one of the great emcees of all time. Get familiar with Blitz the Ambassador. He’s got next.

Blitz the Ambassador – On My Mixtape Sh*t